Continent worksheets 2nd grade

I am currently in my 2nd year of college, I have failed many time in my college ( not getting a failing grade but not getting grades relatively my efforts) I am been doing pmo since 12 currently 19
I have developed severe addiction in 2024
Once to 3 times each day
I am fed up with my life
My main trigger ar eusing phone in bathroom
I promise to you all I won't use it ever again in bathroom and overcome my addiction and take back control over my life

I, 29 female, have had a great relationship with everyone around me. For context, I am a cancer (as in zodiac sign) and so I pretty much get along with almost anyone I meet. I'm always hosting, always taking care of everyone and hoping everyone is having a good time. I currently live with my man/baby daddy and we are happily going on 13 years together. I also used to be super close to my ex-best friend of 18+ years (we met in 7th grade). We used to do everything together, we even gave birth around the same time, so our children were practiacally mini bffs. We were one big family, including her husband and her kid. But one thing always remained an issue with us, her relationship with my man was not the greatest. They both bumped heads more ofter than I would have liked (Taurus my man, Leo my BFF). They always made comments about each other's attitude and how they always got into arguments whenever we would get together. The past year was just he'll for me, my man and my BFF had their last straw when my BFF Got into an argument with her husband and left him stranded at the restaurant and my man drove back to pick him up. Her husband stood at my house for over a month while they figured things out. Ever since that incident she decided no longer wanted to be friends with my man. That made our relationship very difficult because we mainly did family outings. Celebrated holidays and birthdays all together or we would chill at my house most of the time. So thoughout the months I would see my BFF less and less since we were no longer doing family activities together. Ocationay she and I would take the kids to the park together just the two of us but it was not the same, she did not have a good relationship with her husband either even tho he moved back home with her. Fast forward 6 months from the restaurant incident, my man and I decided to stay home for new years and invite some of our other friends in common to come over and spend it with us It was something we decided the same week of and it was not like an extravagant get-together was planned. We took some group pictures and uploaded them to Instagram, and my BFF and her husband were upset we didn't invite them. I felt like I didn't need to invite them since she decided on her own she wanted to break ties with my man, and he also decided does not want to be around her either. So I felt like an invitation was not due to them since she was the one who put in the request for distance first. After that day, Jan 2nd she blocked me and each of our friends in common who were at my house and never spoke to me again, without explanation, without any discussion or talking about it and to me without a reason! I guess she felt some type of way our mutual friends came to visit me and not her or decided to celebrate the new year with us and she wasn't in the picture? I am a little confused as to what I could have done differently, but I honestly think I am not in the wrong here. So AITAH For not inviting her family over?

Chapter 2
Before doing a deep dive into my memory flashes to discover and how and why my life unfolded the way it did I think I’ll do a timeline. This will help me and the reader (if anyone follows along at all) put the pieces in chronological order.
I was born to a teenage mom, a month after she turned 16 and a barely drinking age dad. No memory, so these early years (before the court) will be what I’ve been told.
“Had the perfect family and the mom who adored me”
At two they decided to break up and it was very ugly. My paternal grandparents paid for the best lawyer in all of the state to get my dad custody. He was accused of molesting me (my mom’s argument in court) I don’t know why it was so ugly but during the trial I was placed in a facility and only allowed short visits. Here is an excerpt from their website.
“We are a behavioral health agency specializing in the treatment of families, children and their caregivers who are struggling due to issues of divorce, homelessness, child abuse/neglect, family violence or other crises. Our highly trained staff specializes in trauma-informed treatment methods that create a safe and comfortable environment in which our clients can heal. We serve children, youth and their families struggling with mental and behavioral health issues that impact their success at home, school and in their community.”
I was then allowed to be with my maternal grandparents while the case continued. She had an in home daycare. My grandpa was not by blood. She had divorced my mom’s dad when my mom was just a baby. He was dark and satanic, into satanic rituals and things like that. A biker. And a pedophile. I never knew him.
My dad won the case and my mom lost all custody and was not granted any visitation at all. (And I didn’t see her or speak with her again until I was around 5. Then again at 14. Then again at 16.)I lived with my dad and his parents and siblings and saw maternal grandparents every other weekend.
At three, I went to a private preschool.
At four I attended a public school where my paternal grandma was a principal and my maternal grandma was a teachers aid as well. Here I stayed for preschool through half of second grade.
My grandparents decided they were no longer happy where we were. My grandpa moved to the mountains and my grandma moved to Georgetown in DC to attend the Jesuit college.
My dad met Jennifer (name changed) at this time and we moved into her downtown apartment. I changed schools. Finished my 2nd grade year and half of third grade.
We moved from the apartment back into my childhood home and I changed schools again. Finished my 3rd grade and half of fourth grade at a new school.
Half way through my fourth grade year I was sent to Georgetown with paternal grandma and aunt. My dad and Jennifer stayed at home. We lived in the basement of a multimillion dollar home in the heart of where the wealthy live. Cobblestone streets. Beautiful houses and lots of money. Like from a movie. I went to a very elite small elementary school with only one class per grade. I finished fourth grade and fifth grade here.
The summer of sixth grade my dad had broken up with Jennifer and moved to the mountains with my grandpa. I moved back with them. I went from super ritzy upscale city life with two women, to a small house in the mountains with barely even indoor plumbing with 2 men. The town was small and secluded. Everyone knew everyone type of place. only one elementary school and the middle school was on the same premises of the high school. I was here 6th grade through half of 9th grade. My dad then met Candace (name changed) and moved thirty minutes away to slightly bigger town with her. These years I went every summer to stay with my grandma who had moved from DC to Arlington, VA and lived in crystal city.
Over the summer I was sent to live in New York City with my aunt. When summer was over, we got an apartment in staten island so I could attend school and she commuted to the city everyday by ferry. This school had thousands of kids and seemed like hundreds of classes. This was when 9/11 happened. I was in my language class (Italian) when the news came over the intercom. My auntie worked near the world trade center by only blocks. She made the last ferry out and came to the school, which was on lockdown, for me. I didn’t go back to the city for the remainder of 2001.
In March of 02 my dad came to NY packed us both up and we drove across the country to cali to drop her off then back to southwest. I moved back to the small town with my dad and Candace. And finished the last months of my sophomore year commuting the thirty minutes to my old school. They were a violent and toxic couple so I begged to move back to grandpas in the mountain town.
I changed schools again for my junior year. I went to one of two high schools in the slightly bigger town where my dad and Candace lived. Close to my senior year my dad came to my work one night and said he and Candace had broken up. He had a small apartment. A one bedroom. I was welcome to stay and he would take the couch. He knew 18 was close and he wanted me to live with him before I was out on my own. I did. I met my husband this year as well. He lived close to where I was born. We stayed long distance until I turned 18. When I turned 18, I found a charter school in my original hometown and we got an apartment.
The rest is history. My adult life is another novel of its own and I’m exhausted.
I fear posting this. If anyone were to come across it by chance they would know immediately it was me. And the memories I hope to uncover are to humiliating and intense and known by no one. I have never spoke about them to anyone. The other obvious issue is if in fact I was a victim in mkultra/child trafficking, it automatically implies my family must have had some kind of knowledge. Which would imply they did this to me. And if it’s not true everything I write and all the memory flashes are just me being a slut and having zero self worth. It would be that I’m was the problem the entire time.
And why did I never finish a school year any where? Lol
No, maybe this is a mistake. Maybe everything is better left unsaid and uncovered. I’m exhausted now.

Chapter 2
Before doing a deep dive into my memory flashes to discover and how and why my life unfolded the way it did I think I’ll do a timeline. This will help me and the reader (if anyone follows along at all) put the pieces in chronological order.
I was born to a teenage mom, a month after she turned 16 and a barely drinking age dad. No memory, so these early years (before the court) will be what I’ve been told.
“Had the perfect family and the mom who adored me”
At two they decided to break up and it was very ugly. My paternal grandparents paid for the best lawyer in all of the state to get my dad custody. He was accused of molesting me (my mom’s argument in court) I don’t know why it was so ugly but during the trial I was placed in a facility and only allowed short visits. Here is an excerpt from their website.
“We are a behavioral health agency specializing in the treatment of families, children and their caregivers who are struggling due to issues of divorce, homelessness, child abuse/neglect, family violence or other crises. Our highly trained staff specializes in trauma-informed treatment methods that create a safe and comfortable environment in which our clients can heal. We serve children, youth and their families struggling with mental and behavioral health issues that impact their success at home, school and in their community.”
I was then allowed to be with my maternal grandparents while the case continued. She had an in home daycare. My grandpa was not by blood. She had divorced my mom’s dad when my mom was just a baby. He was dark and satanic, into satanic rituals and things like that. A biker. And a pedophile. I never knew him.
My dad won the case and my mom lost all custody and was not granted any visitation at all. (And I didn’t see her or speak with her again until I was around 5. Then again at 14. Then again at 16.)I lived with my dad and his parents and siblings and saw maternal grandparents every other weekend.
At three, I went to a private preschool.
At four I attended a public school where my paternal grandma was a principal and my maternal grandma was a teachers aid as well. Here I stayed for preschool through half of second grade.
My grandparents decided they were no longer happy where we were. My grandpa moved to the mountains and my grandma moved to Georgetown in DC to attend the Jesuit college.
My dad met Jennifer (name changed) at this time and we moved into her downtown apartment. I changed schools. Finished my 2nd grade year and half of third grade.
We moved from the apartment back into my childhood home and I changed schools again. Finished my 3rd grade and half of fourth grade at a new school.
Half way through my fourth grade year I was sent to Georgetown with paternal grandma and aunt. My dad and Jennifer stayed at home. We lived in the basement of a multimillion dollar home in the heart of where the wealthy live. Cobblestone streets. Beautiful houses and lots of money. Like from a movie. I went to a very elite small elementary school with only one class per grade. I finished fourth grade and fifth grade here.
The summer of sixth grade my dad had broken up with Jennifer and moved to the mountains with my grandpa. I moved back with them. I went from super ritzy upscale city life with two women, to a small house in the mountains with barely even indoor plumbing with 2 men. The town was small and secluded. Everyone knew everyone type of place. only one elementary school and the middle school was on the same premises of the high school. I was here 6th grade through half of 9th grade. My dad then met Candace (name changed) and moved thirty minutes away to slightly bigger town with her. These years I went every summer to stay with my grandma who had moved from DC to Arlington, VA and lived in crystal city.
Over the summer I was sent to live in New York City with my aunt. When summer was over, we got an apartment in staten island so I could attend school and she commuted to the city everyday by ferry. This school had thousands of kids and seemed like hundreds of classes. This was when 9/11 happened. I was in my language class (Italian) when the news came over the intercom. My auntie worked near the world trade center by only blocks. She made the last ferry out and came to the school, which was on lockdown, for me. I didn’t go back to the city for the remainder of 2001.
In March of 02 my dad came to NY packed us both up and we drove across the country to cali to drop her off then back to southwest. I moved back to the small town with my dad and Candace. And finished the last months of my sophomore year commuting the thirty minutes to my old school. They were a violent and toxic couple so I begged to move back to grandpas in the mountain town.
I changed schools again for my junior year. I went to one of two high schools in the slightly bigger town where my dad and Candace lived. Close to my senior year my dad came to my work one night and said he and Candace had broken up. He had a small apartment. A one bedroom. I was welcome to stay and he would take the couch. He knew 18 was close and he wanted me to live with him before I was out on my own. I did. I met my husband this year as well. He lived close to where I was born. We stayed long distance until I turned 18. When I turned 18, I found a charter school in my original hometown and we got an apartment.
The rest is history. My adult life is another novel of its own and I’m exhausted.
I fear posting this. If anyone were to come across it by chance they would know immediately it was me. And the memories I hope to uncover are to humiliating and intense and known by no one. I have never spoke about them to anyone. The other obvious issue is if in fact I was a victim in mkultra/child trafficking, it automatically implies my family must have had some kind of knowledge. Which would imply they did this to me. And if it’s not true everything I write and all the memory flashes are just me being a slut and having zero self worth. It would be that I’m was the problem the entire time.
And why did I never finish a school year any where? Lol
No, maybe this is a mistake. Maybe everything is better left unsaid and uncovered. I’m exhausted now.

Born to a rich family, studied in private schools her whole life, lived in another city to study commerce, nursing, chemical engineering, and mechanical engineering. Bought multiple vinyl records of her favorite bands, multiple collections of comics, had her own motorcycles, souvenirs from multiple cities she traveled to.
While others my age would hear from their parents how hard it was to travel just to get to school during their youth, mine would complain the driver would leave her if she wasn't fast enough.
I on the other hand lived in poverty, would only hear her Travels to different cities, the resorts and restaurants she went to, the things she bought, the hobbies she had, the experiences she experienced. When's my turn? At 22 just a highschool graduate, never got the chance of college. Seeing my batch mates about to graduate this year, looking at social media makes me sick, I want to puke, but I bit my tongue everytime. I'm happy for them, I wish I could say the same for my self.
You're not a mom, you're a spoiled Daddy's girl that got jealous of your siblings having children and decided you want your own.
Just say you never wanted children, stop saying all you wanted in your youth was to die young and beautiful. Now all I want is too just fucking die.
I can't even work while study because of your incompetent, irresponsible, selfish personality. You can't even cook, you can't even clean, you can't even make friends and can never be happy for others. Laughing at my cousin for working at a pawnshop just because she graduated at an amazing University and earning minimum wage.
What are you even laughing at? Your multiple degrees lying around? The fact that you turned down a job from our country's bank? Because you didn't want to? I would've understood you turning down that offer in your youth, not while having 3 kids with no husband, no money, and no work.
Depending on you parents money? How shameless, you decided that they're taking care of you till death? Well too bad they died years ago so you decided that you're now OUR responsibility, no not the other way around. We take care of you, little 2nd grade me.
Kept shaming us that your friends kid are taking care of them already, like I'm sorry you decided to have kids IN YOUR LATE 30S WITH NO JOB OR HUSBAND JUST YOUR PARENTS RETIREMENT MONEY, you don't even have that.
And here I am now, just a highschool graduate who wanted to step foot into college, passed the exams and interviews for our public university, all I needed was to enroll. But no, you have no job, can't cook or even clean. I CANNOT FUCKING BALANCE A FULL TIME JOB, SCHOOL, COOK, CLEAN EVRY FUCKING DAY BECAUSE YOU DECIDED TO TRASH THE WHOLE HOUSE AND FUCKING SING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN I SHOULD BE SLEEPING, WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT? And when I tell you to stop singing you start crying saying this is your only happiness, you can't even sing, no one in your life ever told you that because you would react like a spoiled brat, fucking hell.
I just want to study, it hurts seeing the people I'm supposed to graduate with, graduate. I want proper and genuine sleep, I want to go home with a clean and organized home, I want to just sit and eat after working. I want to draw during my days off, and when I have free time.

I’m a first grade teacher and this is my second year teaching. Last year I did not make as much reading growth as I wanted so I made it my purpose to do better this year. We just finished our end of year testing and I have 14/19 on a 2nd grade or higher level ranging to 5th grade and 9 of them have moved up two or more grade levels in reading from the beginning of the year. It has been the coolest thing ever watching them go from barely knowing what a digraph was to reading fluently. Now when we have a book on epic, I have them take turns reading the book aloud. They read chapter books and ask me if they can take them out to recess. It’s crazy to think my little ones reading on a 3rd grade level were sounding out CVC words in the beginning of the year. I’m looping with this class so I can’t wait to see even more magic next year!

believe your kids
when i was a kid about (f) 3 or 4 years old. my grandma was married to a guy named wayne (i want to expose him) i don’t know his last name. but every time i went to my grandmas to eat during events or just a family dinner. every 👏 single 👏 time 👏 he had a chance to inappropriately touch me after a while i finally told my mom and my mom mentioned it to my grandma then my grandma mentioned it to wayne and he got mad and she never mentioned it again and NOBODY BELIEVED ME to this day nobody believed me i am now 19 turning 20 next month. i just wanted to come on here and vent because i don’t want to be a burden to anyone about this. idk where he is now but he got arrested in palmer ak for r*ping a young girl in 2014. i even told my 2nd grade teacher and she did NOTHING never mentioned it to my mom or anyone so i stayed quiet 😐 no believed me and i never reported it to the police. i am healed from it now, it took years but it still hurts me a little to this day. NOBODY DESERVES TO GO THROUGH THIS 💔 #wayneisaperv

How the hell is playing 5 games of same champion showing your skill on the champion when you don't even need to get good grade?
They just made sure players have to play 5-20 games of same champion to get a chest on them.
1st chest at 5 games. 2nd chest at 15 games.
Making people grind more for free stuff is all i see here.
On top they are ugly and poorly designed...
Only positive thing in this whole ordeal is the champion titles you are able to optain only thing riot had to change and they went totally overboard...
Before you could get 4 chests in 4 games, but the cooldown was a week per chest so you could get 4 chests and then 1 chest each week.
Now you can get chests by playing 5 games the same champion without a cooldown.
This again shows riot wants us to grind and waste away with the game everything is becoming less relevant and more about quantity than quality...
(Minor rant because now my ability to get A+ or above in 90% of my games is irrelevant and S+ doesn't reward you at all).

I just wanted to come on here and share that it IS totally possible to get significantly reduce performance anxiety. I took a public speaking course this semester and today was the first time I was able to go up in front of my class and perform with ZERO anxiety. This is the first time this has ever happened since 10th grade (2nd yr college student now).
I took this course as a form of exposure therapy since my fear of public speaking is on the severe side. At the beginning of my semester I’d drive all the way to campus, wait in the parking lot, walk to my class, and before entering the room, I’d turn around and drive my ass right back home. I would have panic attacks after my speeches and got prescribed different medications just to get through my performances. Medications did not work.
For the past month, I’ve gotten into the habit of practicing mindfulness. Whenever I feel that awful, sinking feeling of impending doom, I simply acknowledge and accept it. I’m not sure the mechanisms behind mindfulness, but it’s the only thing that’s quickly reduces the somatic aspect of my anxiety in my daily life. I fully believe it’s what allowed me to succeed in my speech today (+ lots of practice ofc!)
What works for me might not work for you, but if you aren’t practicing mindfulness I highly suggest trying it out. Truly never thought this day would come :P

My father and I have a lot of communication gap, i try to communicate to him but all he does it ignore and keep giving his opinion which i do appreciate but he never really considers my words.
I got my results day before yesterday and I knew i wouldn't be able to do much good because of the problems i had been facing during my exams but i was glad that i did pass.
I have to select colleges and my father keeps showing me that he has to search for 2nd and 3rd tier colleges just because I didn't do well.( although never spoke directly) but his actions does hurt me, rn I was trying to tell him what i really want to do and what college i really want to go but he kept scrolling on college advertisement and kept ignoring my words as if they meant nothing.
I know its my fault that i didn't get good grades to get a 1st tier college but trust me when i say I cried in my exam centre because of severe panic attack (my parents don't know about it because the reason of these attacks have another traumatic experience of mine and they hate talking about that experience)
fast forward now, after my result day before yesterday, my relatives call to my dad and ask about it and he hesitates and just tell them the truth in front of me say, "she didn't do that well" and not for my sake tell them how much i have suffered to even get that, well not that he ever cared to ask if i am even suffering.
I told him yesterday crying loud that i am frustrated from entrance exams and I don't want to do it anymore but all he did was to sleep right after that and wake up in evening saying "my child can not give up that easy"( it may sound like motivation) but let me tell you, I have given more than 10 entrance exams and feel terrible cause for studying exams, i am reminded of the day i cried in my centre and how i sucked my exam, It horrifies me every time i pick up the book and get headache thinking about it. But he really doesn't care and i can prove u how, 2yrs before exams of 1st tier college started he was like "focus on your goal" (which he meant to get into that college) once those exams ended and i said i couldn't get any he said "get this- that (2nd tier) college" And i know its okay for parents to say that but he never. NEVER asked me if i even wanted to go in that college or if i even have any dream college or not, it was always his favourites.
My father have always showed himself as the most supportive father and let me tell you I feel like i am caged in this house and the only way to free myself is to get a college far away from my house in another state or something and uk i can guarantee I'll be in my best productive phase once i get out of this house.
Ik my father has done a lot for me and is still struggling to provide the necessity me and brother needs but I have started feeling as if he is wanting things from me in return and if i am unable to he starts showing how much of a burden i am to him( i can see through his actions every time i disappoint him through my marks).
TLDR :I don't know if i am the toxic one to think so bad about my father or he's like every other parent who creates cold environment if their child doesn't perform ( and trust me i HATE myself thinking so bad about my father but i couldn't stop but feel anxious every time his actions shows me how worthless i am) I so badly want you to tell me i am taking my father's behaviour in wrong sense cause am exhausted crying last two nights about my situation

Can we reach a compromise
I grew up & lived with my mom until my elementary days while my dad is an OFW. My mom would spend whole day & night gambling, drinking, smoking, then would come home na mainit ang ulo lalo na kapag natalo sa sugal. She would spank me with hanger, sticks, walis you know the likes. Most of the time, di naman malala yung corporal punishment niya, but merong instances na umaabot na sa dumudugo na yung buong likod and kamay ko. Papasok ako sa school, duguan yung uniform ko, naawa ako sa sarili ko kasi ako lang yung ganun sa classroom namin.
She isn't around most of the time, she buys ulam sa nearby carenderia and would employ a babysitter for me lalo na if maglalakwatsa siya. The allowance she gets from my dad, she spends mostly on her vices and binibigay niya sa family side niya, leaving almost kaunti nalang for us, so sometimes wala kaming maulam and medyo picky eater ako ng bata ako so if ayaw ko kainin yung ulam, papaluin nya ulit ako.
She would also pass out from binge drinking the night before, I was in grade 1, her live in boyfriend would bathe me himself kasi passed out siya.
My dad and my mom separated years after, di alam to ng dad ko until now. Di ko parin sinasabi sa kanya lahat ng yan, he thought until now may normal childhood ako. He is still overseas with his new family.
Fast forward to today, my mom claims that she is a changed person, made better due to the teachings of a born again church. Ngayon, nasa 2nd husband na niya sya nakatira, magkalayo kami ng city. Palagi na siyang nag reconnect sa akin, clingy sa chat, gusto niya magkasama kami, palaging magbibisita siya sa akin, gusto niya akong ipagluto, magda drama kung hindi kami magkasama sa bday nya or mother's day, etc.
I am with my BF now and he said to not associate anymore with my mom since ganun nga yung ginawa sa akin before. Sa side ko naman, baka better na siya ngayon, bumabawi kasi nag improve na siya but my bf says na masyado akong soft hearted and if he was in my shoes, he'd cut off all communications.
What do you think po? Is there a middle ground or compromise for this? Nagpapa awa rin si mama ko sakin most of the time, di ko alam if sincere ba or mina manipulate ako. I love my mom despite all this di ko alam kung bakit soft hearted parin ako.
Up until a few weeks ago I thought I had a loving mother, but ngayon ko lang narerealize, child of an abusive mother ata ako. I am depressed, tired, and sometimes suicidal.
PS sorry di ko po alam if tamang subreddit ito, badly needed opinions or advice lang po talaga thank you

Hi all,
I've a 2nd grade son with a developmental delay. He's generally academically behind at around the 5 to 10th percentile on all academic skills. At his IEP meeting we were told he'd receive 30 minutes per week each in math and reading instruction from the Sped teacher. This seems like very little time for meaningful specialized instruction to me. After I questioned this amount of time they offered to up it to 30 minutes each twice per week. This still seems like very little specialized instruction to me.
How is instructional time typical allocated to special education students? Are there common guidelines?
Thanks for your help

I’m trying to remember the name of a book I read in 2nd grade (early 2000s). I remember there being a several story doll house or real house on the cover. It wasn’t a picture book; definitely had chapters. I remember that there may have been several generations featured in the book (maybe a grandmother and her granddaughter?) and either a prominent scene or the entire plot revolving around immigration through Ellis Island.
Any help would be much appreciated!

My mother found my tissues from masterbation
I feel like shit. I made a new reddit account just to say this.
My mother and my sister went to go pick up my siblings from school and also had to do a little bit of shopping. I used this as an opportunity to do the deed since I had the time. I went to use her 2nd phone for material since she left it and had a higher resolution on it but decided not to since the screen protection was old and dusty. I finished on a tissue and went to go do my chores.
My mother came home and saw the tissue (I STUPIDLY LEFT ON THE COUCH). And asked what it was. I played dumb and said "I dont know" and quickly threw it in the bin. She then asked if anybody used her phone since she left it on charge earlier. I was cooked. I was shitting bricks. I then went about my day and she didnt say another word about it. She acted normal for the rest of the day.
But I AM TERRIFIED. It has been one day since that happened and I have talked to her normally without her mentioning it. I feel so guilty. I couldn't sleep because of the guilt. It felt like my stomach was gonna explode from the guilt. She didnt find anything bad on the phone since I didnt even use it.
Im not a bad kid either. I never did drugs and I have good grades. I love my siblings lots too. But I felt like I had commited a crime. I feel REALLY bad. Like I broke her trust again or something.
The is the 4th time my parents found evidence of my masterbation, last time being 2-3 years ago. I feel like shit and can't go about my day without the guilt and regret of my mistake looming over my head.
I feel like shit. How do I get this guilt off of me?

3.22uw/ 3.57w (threw first 2 years)
Coursework: AP Lang, APUSH, AP Physics 1, AP World History, AP Precalculus, AP Biology, (Going to take): AP Lit, Calculus BC, AP Government, AP Economics, AP Chem, AP Physcology
1360 SAT (new score coming out this Friday)
165/489
sci bowl competitor 2 years,
tri m music honor society member 2 years,
astronomy cofounder 2 years,
HOSA 2 years,
4 years volunteering since 9th grade accumulated 250 hours at place of worship,
4 year store volunteer and
construction volunteer
4 year band and marching band member,
3 years in honor band,
made 2nd chair concert region band and made top 35 at All state Auditions
made 4th chair freshman region band, Loading crew team,
6 time 1’s at solo and ensemble.
HOSA medical reading All-State competition runner up 4th in area
Completed health science pathway
CPR Certified
10 ap classes, 6 honors classes.
Shadowed and undertook a job working with the owner and head doctor of dental surgery at a Dental Clinic under the job title sterilization technician- clinical experience
HOSA first place School Medical Math Competition

3.22uw/ 3.57w (threw first 2 years)
Coursework: AP Lang, APUSH, AP Physics 1, AP World History, AP Precalculus, AP Biology, (Going to take): AP Lit, Calculus BC, AP Government, AP Economics, AP Chem, AP Physcology; All other classes have been honors
1360 SAT (new score coming out this Friday)
165/489
sci bowl competitor 2 years,
tri m music honor society member 2 years,
astronomy cofounder 2 years,
HOSA 2 years,
4 years volunteering since 9th grade accumulated 250 hours at place of worship,
4 year store volunteer and
construction volunteer
4 year band and marching band member,
3 years in honor band,
made 2nd chair concert region band and made top 35 at All state Auditions
made 4th chair freshman region band, Loading crew team,
6 time 1’s at solo and ensemble.
HOSA medical reading All-State competition runner up 4th in area
Completed health science pathway
CPR Certified
10 ap classes, 6 honors classes.
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Just curious how many people are similar to me. I was diagnosed as that (the title) when I was in 2nd grade. I forget peoples names sometimes when I am trying to call them I don’t know why. And I am not good in school. I would remember something I’ve learned but that is as far as I can get and it just leaves my head because my head doesn’t fully understand it. I was really bad at reading comprehension when I was little. Couldn’t get it at all. My rain would just shut down and guess. But I am pretty good at social stuff. Like I think people who think autism can’t tell social cues n expressions is kind of false & for some autistic people they can. It’s more about we don’t want to interact with people & like to be by ourselves but it doesn’t mean we can’t follow social rules n such. At least for me. I am just not good in school. There is like a bell curve for intelligence I am below average.

Okay. I need some serious advice. My partner and I have been together for over 10yrs. We have 2 beautiful children together, 8yrs and a 1yr old.
For reference….I was raised in an very religious Roman Catholic family(I am the 2nd oldest of 7 kids). I went to a Catholic elementary and high school, went to church every week, and got all the sacraments that a kid would go through. It wasn’t until the end of high school that my mind really changed about my religion. There was QUITE a few things that I just didn’t agree with and I started to distance myself from the church. I no longer consider myself catholic and no longer go to church or have raised my children Catholic. Although there are soooo many things I find absolutely absurd and appalling about the Catholic Church, I do recognize that my parents are still Catholic and just as they don’t question my choice to leave the church-I don’t question them staying within the church. I should mention-pretty much all of my siblings(except for the 2 youngest) have left the church as well. Regardless of those differences I love my family and we are all outrageously close, and my mom and dad along with my 6 other siblings are considered my closes friends and we spend most weekends hanging out. They are amazing grandparents to my kids and some of the most supportive and kind people I know.
Now. Here’s where things getting sticky. My partner has very….VERY, strong feelings about the Catholic Church. He considers it a cult filled with horrible child abuse. I don’t disagree that their is some seriously fucked up things happening within the church-and as I’ve said, there’s a reason why I left the church…but I just don’t talk about religion with my parents and I choose to just not let that effect my relationship with them. My partner is not so much that way.
So here’s what happened..My youngest brother is in grade 11(very big age gap between us). He is the sweetest kid you’ll ever meet and is very mature and overall a very kind kid. My oldest son and him have always been very close, less of a uncle-nephew relationship and more of a brother relationship. One day the 2 of them were playing at the park and not sure how the topic got brought up, but suddenly they were talking about heaven and hell. My son is a very inquisitive 8 year old and then started asking questions to my brother about heaven. I wasn’t there….so it’s hard to gather how the conversation went, but my son ended up saying to me and my partner “I want to get baptized so I can go to heaven, because that’s the only way I can go to heaven.”
I was quite upset about this, but truthfully I didn’t think for a second my brother said it to him exactly like that-or meant any harm by it-he was just a 16yr old who didn’t know how to answer a very deep question, and probably did a poor job of handling the situation…(he’s a kid after all) I explained to my son that that was not true and that his uncle was religious and that’s just what HE believed.
Now to say my partner was upset is an understatement….he was livid and started saying some extremely harsh things about people within the Catholic Church(in front of our son). Saying things like “you have to watch out for priest”, “they’re a cult”. I got mad at my partner and told him to cool off, and said that we should have an open conversation with our son about our differences with the Catholic Church-but that I didn’t feel the way he was handling it was appropriate, and came off extremely hateful and not at all a good way to have a conversation with an 8yr old. Not to mention our son knows some of my family is Catholic and I felt he was almost telling our son that his grandparents were bad people.
I ended up talking to my brother about the situation, he felt so bad and was so mature about it and apologized profusely for not handling the situation well and for putting certain ideologies in his head. He explained the whole situation to me and honestly, it was just a stupid mistake on his part and now he knows to just tell my son to talk to me if he brings up something to do with heaven or hell or religion. End of story, right?
NOPE. I should quickly mention that my partner and my youngest brother are actually extremely close. He’s known my brother since he was 5 yrs old and truly looks at him as a little brother. I’ve always loved how close they are. So, after I told my partner that I talked to my brother about the situation and how he maturely handled it-my partner says, “I’m not even mad at him….I’m mad at your parents because they’re Catholic and they’re the ones who have put all these ideas in your brothers head”. So now my partner is beyond pissed at my parents…treats them poorly and doesn’t come to family gatherings….
This is all extremely hard for me…my family has always treated my partner so well, and loved him like their own. I’m mad at my partner for being so hateful, but I’m trying to always be understanding of his frustration. I don’t like choosing between the two-but truthfully I think my partner is 100% out of line and needs to take a step back. The way he talks is so cruel and hateful and regardless if I don’t like the Catholic Church all that much-I don’t believe that speaking about someone else’s religion the way he does is kind.
I’m honestly so thrown off by his behaviour and feel like we won’t ever get past this.
Sorry for the long story…Any advice would be amazing.

this isnt really parent related but i just wanted to rant about something thats been on my mind for awhile, okay so i was in 2nd or 3rd grade and my mom held me back for being mute instead of putting me in sped class, and this happend years ago but it gets me so mad because i basically got held back for having an anxiety disorder, i was probably like 7 when this happend, thoughts?

I guess I’m more looking for advice, I used to love reading, 12th grade level in 2nd grade, but, then school starting shoving forced reading, it was books I had no interest in, any books I did have interest in we wernt allowed to read, I want the love of reading back, how do I get it back?