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2024.05.19 01:16 No_Pride_6664 Is it "weird" to want to be the first one to post pictures of your child's college graduation?

I've been thinking a lot about this lately. I'm a single dad and my daughter just graduated from college. I invited my twin brother to the ceremony. He has narc traits (golden child, I was the outcast). He's not an outright narc but enough that I don't let my guard down around him and limit my time spent with him for mental health reasons. My daughter is the only Grandkid in that generation that wanted a degree. I raised her alone. Her mom just wasn't around. She came around later but couldn't help out financially. When she did I was just glad she was stable and present. My little girl worked her butt off and so did I to get this degree for her. We had other obstacles earlier along the way like a cancer Diagnosis that we battled together alone before mom came around as well. Needless to say, she and I are close. Covid robbed her of walking the stage for her diploma, so this commencement ceremony had extra special meaning. I was probably embarrassing trying not to cry as everything over the past 6 years just flooded over me into 15 minutes. That and an incredible speech from a classmate and watching her walk on stage and look for us. I just couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Afterwards we did the pictures and went on our way. One of the annoying things about being a twin is that we share a lot of the same friends from high school, family etc. After getting home, unloading everything etc and starting to look at my phone, I notice my brother has already posted on fb about her graduation. I mentioned that I thought it was messed up and got a lecture about how weird that was so I hung up. I honestly don't care. I've worked hard for this. I wanted to post about it. I felt like it was my news to share not his. Or at least he could have waited until we posted . It's our news . Right? I feel like he is just always an attention piggy. Am I off here?
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2024.05.19 01:13 Jere_Minus Apparent [Android] Mobile "Enter Link" Bug on Text Posts

Hello,
I am a mod on researchchemicals. We only allow text posts. However, When attempting to post from mobile, there are three mandatory fields
Many of our users are apparently encountering the same problem, cannot post without entering a link from Android mobile, and many are simply entering google.com as a workaround. This is seen abundant on my subreddit so does not seem to be an isolated issue.
See picture of post screen on my android mobile phone here.
My reddit android version is 2024.20.2 downloaded from the official Google Play Store.
Please advice.
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2024.05.19 01:13 kqsk3t AITAH for wanting to go no contact with my dad and by extension my mom because of their toxic relationship?

I (18F) have always known my dad (53M) wasn’t the most healthy person in the world. For some context on my family and to make sure it’s a whole picture i’m basically going to trauma dump, so TW for sexual assault i guess? When i was two he and my mom(48F) got a divorce because he was using drugs and alcohol to cope with some of his past traumas, while never putting in any work to get past them. After the divorce he ended up being put in prison after receiving multiple DUI’s (im not entirely sure how it happened exactly, i was two or three when he was locked up) and it got him locked up till I was six. My mom, despite having every reason to speak badly of my father, never said anything negative about him. She would take me to visit him, let me read the letters he sent me (when i actually could read, and she would write my replies down for me), and always let me talk to him when he called. We lived with my grandparents while he was locked up. After he got out he spent a long time working to get past his unhealthy coping mechanisms. He lives with his parents for two years and i would visit often. When i was eight he finally had a stable enough job to have both me and my mother move back in with him. I was young, and stupid, and when they asked me if i was okay with it I said yes. We moved into a single wide mobile home in my dad’s home town. My entire life was uprooted and replanted. I began classes in my new school and was bullied for most of my time there. I was told to “suck it up, bullies aren’t that bad.” even though in middle school i was pushed down a very steep flight of stairs and almost broke my arm. My grades began slipping and i went from a gifted child to a burn out really quick. My dad would yell at me and my mom for my grades, then get mad when i couldn’t understand how explained something to me. By thirteen i was suicidal and it was “an attempt to get attention” according to my dad. He had begun to pick fights with my mom over the littlest things. The house wasn’t clean enough, she didn’t make dinner fast enough, my room was a mess. (it was the size of a medium sized walk in closet.) And then my older (half) brother moved in with us. He (32M, let’s call him Michael) had never had a stable life and my dad coddled him because he felt like he had failed him. He had, but Michael was always a screwed up dude, so it only added into it. Anyways, over the course of the next three years my older brother would come to sexually assault me about five times over the next three years. We ended up moving into a larger house when i was about fifteen and i ended up going into counseling and learning that i had been groomed and conditioned to be basically unaware of the trauma inflicted on my by my brother since i was a kid. My dad, when i was seven and my brother a teenager, would turn a blind eye to Michael basically bashing my head into the island counter whenever he would steal something like food from me. My grandparents would always intervene and he would call me a whiner. At night he would tell me all sorts of things and make it seem like he was my only friend in the world. He kept doing it my entire life. My father, who had stopped drinking, had begun again because my grandfather was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer and has been fighting for him life since, it’s been about eight years i think since they had to pull him out of remission because the cancer came back. This is when he really became a nightmare. Depending on what type of alchohol he drinks his mood goes a few ways. Whiskey and he gets angry. Tequila and he gets all sappy and lovey dovey(this makes me very uncomfortable because he hasn’t ever been very openly affectionate), beer and he’s just a happy drunk, and wine and he gets sad. Sometimes it switches up but normally this is how it goes. After i finally told my parents about my brother and what he had done and him getting kicked out, he began to bury himself in alcohol. I had to get over it fast because he was blaming anyone within pissing distance. Eventually he would cry to me about how he had failed him son, to the daughter that his son had raped. it was really fucked up, and he only ever said that when he was drunk. (I want to say that my dad isn’t an inherently terrible person, he didn’t have a good life growing up and generational trauma hits hard.)He has been using drinking as a way to escape reality for a long time. It’s caused a great deal of arguments and both of my parents asking “what they do to deserve this” while my dad accuses me of treating him like garbage (he says the same thing to my mom). We’ve had to leave the house and spend a few days with other people before because i was scared he was going to hit us instead of the walls next time, multiple times. The most recent bought of fighting has been happening over the last three days. (for more context i moved out right after i turned eighteen, i became a manager at my workplace and was able to live with friends) I’ve been visiting my family and spending time with them since i haven’t really had time the past few months. I guess my mom found out that he had been receiving nudes from other women on messenger and wanted AT LEAST an apology. My dad blamed it on a married friend who was using his phone. it was a lie because he’s been receiving them almost every day. and commenting on them. it makes me sick to think about. he has begun blaming my mom for it. saying she ruined our old house, that she has to one up him, and saying “do you really wanna go there?” while he was the one who fucked up. After screaming at each other for nearly an hour he said he wanted to break up. My mom spiraled and wanted to kill herself. Her psychiatrist that she had a tele-health call with that day, asked me to basically watch my mom to make sure she doesn’t kill herself. I took her pills and asked my dad to lock up his guns. he took this as her “one -upping him”. Yesterday while i was back at my apartment i got a call from my mom explaining that he had gotten drunk and had told her to kill herself. She had left and was at a bridge to watch the water. I drove back in a panic since i live a town over. Today, my father was drunk again and asked me to go spend time alone so he could screw my mom. I didn’t want to be there so i showered and got ready to leave. Turns out their conversation had shifted and he was berating her for “not letting him discipline me”. I guess that after years of pent up anger never being touched on, i finally snapped and began yelling at him. I called him a hypocrite and he called me a bitch. And basically i left as he began to destroy things around the house. That was after i told him if he kept going this way i would cut contact. I’m currently sitting at our outdoor sports complex writing this because everyone i know is busy and i don’t want to bother them. I just needed to get it out. I don’t know if cutting contact is the right thing to do. Of if it makes me an asshole. I’m only eighteen. I don’t know what to do anymore.
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2024.05.19 01:05 Melodic-Drink-4551 Fail to yield to stationary emergency vehicles

I was driving to target during the early morning hours. I drove passed police officer who had pulled someone over on the right lane(there were two police cruisers). I then passed a school bus that was in front of me. Then I see the officer right behind me. He came and pulled me over and immediately asked for my license. I told him I have a picture which I showed on my phone. He then tells me that I failed to pass over to right lane.he also asked that if I knew that moving one lane over was a law in VA I replied no. Brings me a ticket and that says I have to appear in court because he cited me with misdemeanor class 1 citation. I have clean driving record no prior offense. How likely I can get this charged reduced with the help of attorney? This happened in Richmond in Hanover county. I am super scared of the outcome of this case. I would appreciate your advise on my this matter.
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2024.05.19 00:59 GoAheadMMDay UPDATE 3: Torment Techniques Used by Canadian and US Militaries

UPDATE 3: Torment Techniques Used by Canadian and US Militaries
Update #3 appears at the bottom.
Due to numerous disparaging comments by multiple individuals, I have reposted my article.
Heckling does not change what occurred. People need to know these truths, especially those who have experienced the same. They need to know they are sane, that such things are indeed being perpetrated, and the perpetrators use shame to silence them and protect their activities.
I write to encourage them not to listen to disparaging people who speak without knowledge.
February 10, 2024
I am Joseph Cafariello, a Canadian citizen and ex-member of the Canadian military. Of sound mind, not on medication, not a drug user, not a marijuana smoker, not an alcohol drinker, with no mental disorders.
I recently posted to this Liberty subreddit experiences of harassment by the Vancouver police and fire departments (Vancouver, BC, Canada). I’m the fellow who was repeatedly ordered by police to stay out of Vancouver’s Stanley Park, and was continually harassed whenever I visited the park (which I do every second day on my early morning walks).
I'm happy to say their following me reduced to almost nothing immediately upon posting those experiences here, and people no longer exit their cars to stand on the path as I walk by (which I described in that post). They were either informed of my post or found it themselves, seeing as my internet activity, and phone activity for that matter, are under continuous surveillance (plenty of proof which I will not include here to avoid running off-topic).
In this post, I would like to shed some light on other harassment which is still ongoing, since it occurs in private, away from potential observers. It involves the Canadian and US militaries.
Havana Syndrome
In 2016, numerous employees of the Canadian and US embassies in Havana, Cuba, started experiencing head injuries ranging from mild headaches to concussions. It happened in their sleep, and came to be called Havana Syndrome.
Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Havana\_syndrome):
“Havana syndrome is a cluster of idiopathic symptoms experienced mostly abroad by U.S. government officials and military personnel. The symptoms range in severity from pain and ringing in the ears to cognitive dysfunction and were first reported in 2016 by U.S. and Canadian embassy staff in Havana, Cuba. Beginning in 2017, more people, including U.S. intelligence and military personnel and their families, reported having these symptoms in other places, such as China, India, Europe, and Washington, D.C. The U.S. Department of State, Department of Defense, and other federal entities have called the events "Anomalous Health Incidents" (AHI). Of over a thousand purported cases, the majority of US investigative bodies found only a few dozen cases to be suspicious.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I can tell you exactly what happens, because I have been experiencing this since I first joined the Canadian military back in 2002, and am still experiencing these “torments” (as I call them) to this day, already 3 years after leaving the military.
I go to bed. In about 15 minutes, just as I am on the cusp of falling asleep, a hear and feel a heavy thud reverberate and ultimately strike my skull. My body releases a sharp burst of adrenalin, my heart starts racing, and my blood’s circulation speeds up significantly. Depending on the severity of the blow, it can take me anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to fall asleep again. Though there have been times I could not return to sleep for more than 2 hours.
A strong headache is felt immediately, and lasts for hours. There have been times when my heart felt like it was going to burst, having been startled as such.
The pulse to the head sometimes reverberates through the wall and my bed’s headboard. I distinctly feel as though I have been hit on the top of my skull. At other times, it feels as though the pulse has come through the air, striking the side of my skull.
This is not a sleep disorder, for it does not occur regularly. At times, my sleep is disturbed in this manner 3 or 4 days in a row. At other times, there is no disturbance for up to a week. But they never let me go more than a week without such interruptions to my sleep.
Neither is it sleep apnea, as I do not awaken gasping for breath. The pounding headaches, sudden release of adrenaline, and heart palpitations I experience are caused by external impacts of sound waves or air bursts.
Sonic Weapons
How these pulses are produced is not easy to identify. As Wikipedia explains:
“Once the story became public, various U.S. government representatives attributed the incidents to attacks by unidentified foreign actors, and various U.S. officials blamed the reported symptoms on a variety of unidentified and unknown technologies, including ultrasound and microwave weapons.”
Sonic weapons have been in use for many years by militaries, and by police in crowd control. As Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonic\_weapon):
“Some sonic weapons make a focused beam of sound or of ultrasound; others produce an area field of sound. As of 2023 military and police forces make some limited use of sonic weapons.”
(Do not believe the 2023 timeline. The Canadian military has been using these weapons since the early 2000’s at the latest.)
Wikipedia continues:
“Extremely high-power sound waves can disrupt or destroy the eardrums of a target and cause severe pain or disorientation. This is usually sufficient to incapacitate a person. Less powerful sound waves can cause humans to experience nausea or discomfort.”
The users of these technologies must also be using thermal detection equipment to monitor the target’s sleep. As I mentioned, I most often feel these blows the moment I am falling asleep. Body temperature drops when we sleep, and brain activity slows. Heat-detection equipment is likely being used to identify the point at which the target is falling asleep.
Why they prefer to strike at the start of someone’s sleep as opposed to the middle of their sleep, I do not know. Perhaps their intent is to deprive the body of early sleep, limiting the amount of deep sleep available to the person before their alarm rings in the morning.
Ordinary Hammers
Not all such “torments” (as I call them) are caused by high-tech equipment. I have heard and felt distinct hammer strikes running along the 2x4 beams inside my walls. These strikes can be a single hard strike, or several strikes in a row. It is definitely caused by a person with a hammer because the intervals between strikes are equidistant in time; that is, the time spacing between strikes is not random and does not change from strike to strike, but is constant between strikes, exactly as when someone is hammering. And no, it is not someone hanging pictures at 1:30 am, multiple times a week, for years.
On one occasion, when I was standing at my kitchen sink, I felt the floor-board directly under my feet pulse so sharply it felt like a brick had struck the soles of my feet. In this case, my military neighbour likely used a hammer to strike the floorboard on his side of the wall. It is the only plausible explanation.
Surveillance
This leads to surveillance of one’s activities at home. I have plenty of proofs of that. They seem insignificant on an individual basis. But when you put them all together, they present a clear picture of home surveillance.
My laptop computer’s lid cracked one night, at the bottom left corner of the screen. The next day at work, I heard my military supervisor relate to another co-worker that the night before, his laptop computer’s lid cracked at the bottom left corner. I swear to the Lord in Heaven, I am being truthful.
I tested my suspicion of being surveilled. At home one night, I blurted out-loud, “VW Passat. What an ugly sounding word, ‘Passat’”, I said. A few days later, my military colleagues at work started playing a card game at lunch, invented by one of them. The name he gave his game was “Passat”, and when he spoke it, he looked at me for a reaction. If you ever contact the Halifax military base, ask for the Claims Department and ask them if they are still playing Passat.
On another occasion, at a time when I frequented the gym every second day for a few years, I suspected my van had been fitted with a listening device. I suspected so because a number of things I had spoken with people about on my phone while in my van (nothing illegal) were repeated by people at the gym in conversations among themselves. Too many times, parts of other people's conversations matched parts of conversations I had had with others while I was in my van.
I already knew my phone was being tapped, but I also suspected my van was bugged. So one evening while driving in my van, I blurted out-loud a number of things I said I hated. "I hate (this or that)"; "I hate it when...". One of them was, "I hate when people chew gum with their mouths open." I then vocalized an exaggerated gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw."
The very next time I went to the gym, 2 days later, while I was at an exercise, a fellow sat at an exercise directly behind me. And sure enough, he started chewing with his mouth open, vocalizing that gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw." I didn't look behind at him, because I knew what was going on, and I wanted to avoid playing into his hand. So he repeated himself again and again until I was done and moved to a different station. Now, honestly, who chews gum at the gym? You can't. Or you run the risk of choking for the heavy breathing, not to mention when laying down on benches. And with precisely the same exaggerated vocalized gnawing sound I had made in my van just 2 days prior.
Their whole intent is to let you know you are being surveilled. They want you to know, as both a warning and a provocation. They want you to say something, to launch accusations, which they would readily deny, making you look paranoid. If you react too strongly, they could even have you diagnosed with some kind of disorder, and put you on medication, which further plays into their hand. (More regarding medications in the last section of this post.)
This is why, as I mentioned in my previous post, they would park their cars shining their high beams on me as I walked past them during my morning walk. And why on some occasions, a group of 3 or 4 would exit their cars and stand on my path just as I approached, forcing me to go around them. They would then remain standing on the path until my return trip through, and after I had passed by the second time, then would then return to their cars - making it absolutely clear I was their interest.
Their intent is not only to make me aware, but also to present themselves in close proximity to me, within easy reach, in the hope I would confront them, resulting in an altercation that could land me in a lot of hot water - 4 witnesses against me, all pleading innocence.
Again, it is all designed to make you look bad, and to warrant some kind of legal measure against you - preferably a medical diagnosis, discrediting you in everything you say about them. If they can't refute your claims, their only remaining option is to discredit you. That's what all of these tricks are designed to accomplish. Who would believe anything you say, once you have been diagnosed with a disorder?
There are plenty more examples. But who would really believe them? I’ll save them for the future.
Home Invasion
Both during and after my military service, I have had my apartments entered without any signs of break-ins. How? Lock-picking and duplicate keys. Indications? Missing objects; ie: money, phone adaptor, etc. Nothing major. Just something to make us understand we are being watched, and to make us understand what they can do.
But it is always something small, something for which you would be ridiculed for divulging.
Two more examples: I found my razor, which I always lay-down razor-end to the wall, turned around, razor-end toward me. Also, in one of my house slippers I found a small shoe sticker on the up-side of the heel. I had those slipper for years, and never had any shoe stickers on them. Yet there it was, clearly visible on the top surface of my slipper, not the bottom. Could I have stepped on a shoe sticker when barefoot in my apartment, only to have the sticker transfer itself to my slipper when I wore it? How many shoe stickers do you have laying around your apartment that you can accidentally step onto?
If I had stepped onto a sticker in my apartment and had it stick to my heel, that means the sticky side was up against my skin. This means the sticker would have had to flip upside down such that the sticky side would then be down, allowing the sticker to stick to the slipper. Do you really think that happened? That sticker was not there when I left my apartment, but it was there when I returned. And it was the wrong sticker, wrong brand, wrong size.
Again, what is their intent? To make someone look ridiculous so no one will believe them should they speak of other more sensitive things.
Staged Incidents
The above incidents clearly point to coordinated and staged events (at my work, my home, on my walks, etc). This is so frequently met with incredulity. "But that would require coordination on the part of so many people," the public dismisses. "They wouldn't do that."
Oh yes they would, and they have, as explained in https://fightgangstalking.com/. Note the documented cases involving the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS, Canada's equivalent to the US' CIA) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP, Canada's national police force) in the second quote, which were reported in national newspapers.
From https://fightgangstalking.com/:
“Disruption operations often involve tactics which are illegal, but difficult to prove. These tactics include – but are not limited to – overt surveillance (stalking), slander, blacklisting, “mobbing” (intense, organized harassment in the workplace), “black bag jobs” [home invasions], abusive phone calls, computer hacking, framing, threats, blackmail, vandalism, “street theater” (staged physical and verbal interactions with minions of the people who orchestrate the stalking), harassment by noises, and other forms of bullying. Many of these tactics were used by the FBI during its illegal COINTELPRO operations, as documented by stolen official documents and subsequent Congressional investigations.
"Although the general public is mostly unfamiliar with the practice, references to “disruption” operations – described as such – do occasionally appear in the news media, even though that fact would apparently be news to the editors of The New York Times. In May 2006, for example, an article in The Globe and Mail, a Canadian national newspaper, reported that the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) used “Diffuse and Disrupt” tactics against suspects for whom they lacked sufficient evidence to prosecute. A criminal defense attorney stated that many of her clients complained of harassment by authorities, although they were never arrested."
She can add me to that list too.
For the Benefit of Others
The experiences I have recounted here seem so trivial, so insignificant, they make you look ridiculous if you talk about them. But if we don’t talk about such things, no one will ever know about them. Other people have experienced the same, and are forced to endure such torments in silence. They need encouragement to talk about their own experiences, and so I write about mine in the hope they will talk about theirs, even if I do look ridiculous. The perpetrators are more ridiculous for doing them.
I remember a military colleague being hauled away by military police one morning, as she was struggling and having a violent fit. A fellow on her floor told me she was throwing chairs at her walls screaming, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”. When he mentioned that, I knew exactly what they had done to her. She was considered unruly, and was being watched intently. They wanted her out, and that is how they accomplished it. Through wall tapping and sleep deprivation, they push you to the breaking point. And when you finally lose control and do something rash, they pounce on you, and you’re out. Now she has a criminal record, considered a criminal when in reality she was a victim. Welcome to the Canadian military, and other militaries besides, I am sure.
There are dozens upon dozens of experiences I could present. But who will really read them? Worse still, who will really believe them? I overheard my military supervisor in Halifax whisper to another, “Do you think he knows?”, after I had mentioned one of the many “coincidences” I experienced, but with a tone of my being aware it was not a mere coincidence. As I turned my face to my computer screen, I whispered under my breath, but still loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, (rank) (name), I know.” A few minutes later, as he walked past my desk, he leaned in by my ear and whispered, “We’re just trying to help you.” I should have pressed him for answers right then and there, but you just don’t know how much trouble you can get into when making such accusations in the military. So I let it go. But I will never forget.
Should anyone reading this ever decide to launch some kind of inquiry, I can mention names of over 100 people to contact, including military personnel, family members, neighbours, building managers, and others who have been contacted by military personnel with false narratives about me. They flash their ID’s and other credentials, and people believe anything they say. They turn family, friends, co-workers and neighbours against you, even recruiting their participation. Your acquaintances not only participate, but actually feel justified and emboldened playing tricks on you. It isn't their fault, though; they have been misled. I would reference them solely for corroboration.
As a final thought, here are explanations of two military programs in which certain persons (sometimes military, sometimes civilian) are kept under constant surveillance, and are in some cases subjected to conditioning in an attempt to turn them into what is called a “sleeper agent”. Almost all of the tactics presented below have been experience by me, including constant surveillance (ie: my previous post here regarding being harassed on my morning walks) and sleep deprivation (as per the top portion of this post, which other military members in Cuba and elsewhere around the world have also experienced).
Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program
See Newsweek’s article: https://www.newsweek.com/exclusive-inside-militarys-secret-undercover-army-1591881
Some excerpts from that Newsweek article, plus more background information on the Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program, can be found here: https://fightgangstalking.com/
“The largest undercover force the world has ever known is the one created by the Pentagon over the past decade. Some 60,000 people now belong to this secret army, many working under masked identities and in low profile, all part of a broad program called “signature reduction.” The force, more than ten times the size of the clandestine elements of the CIA, carries out domestic and foreign assignments, both in military uniforms and under civilian cover, in real life and online, sometimes hiding in private businesses and consultancies, some of them household name companies.
“…a little-known sector of the American military, but also a completely unregulated practice. No one knows the program’s total size, and the explosion of signature reduction has never been examined for its impact on military policies and culture. Congress has never held a hearing on the subject. And yet the military developing this gigantic clandestine force challenges U.S. laws, the Geneva Conventions, the code of military conduct and basic accountability.
“…The signature reduction effort engages some 130 private companies to administer the new clandestine world. Dozens of little known and secret government organizations support the program, doling out classified contracts and overseeing publicly unacknowledged operations.
"Federal spy agencies are using Americans to spy on their fellow citizens – the same approach to governance famously employed by communist East Germany."
How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent
By Dantalion Jones / Masters of Mind Control
The following “was” on the web, but has been removed. Surprise, surprise. But I saved its web files to my computer years ago, knowing that sooner or later it would be removed. I made a jpeg image of the web page as it once appeared, attached here.
Note that I have experienced almost all of the tactics described below, including the stalking I mentioned in my previous post here (regular walks in the park), the sleep deprivation noted at the top of this post, and the surveillance and intrusions described here as well.
Quoting the now-removed webpage: “How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent” (from here to end of post):
Amid all the conspiracy theories one of the most feared is that there exist "sleeper agents" in our society who are programmed to come into service when they are triggered by a phone call or key word.
These alleged sleeper agents don't even know they are programmed to become saboteurs, soldiers, suicide bomber, etc because of the thoroughness of their programming. They are the feared "Manchurian Candidate" that the movies portray.
The question is "Are they real?"
If they are true sleeper agents there is no way of telling until they are activated. One can however theorize exactly how they are made.
Indoctrination
Using indoctrination a person can be made to embrace a religious or philosophical belief that would make becoming a sleeper agent possible.
This would be a person so committed to an ideal they would be willing to wait patiently as a member of society until they are called into action. These people would know their mission and consciously hold it secret while interacting with the rest of society.
Conditioning
Conditioning is a repetitive process where the desired responses are enforced and rewarded and unwanted responses are punished. This can be done consciously as part of training drill and it can be done subconsciously using hypnosis or drugs to create amnesia.
Hypnosis
It has been demonstrated that hypnosis can create "amnesia walls" in which the subject has no conscious memory of what happened in the hypnosis session. It has further been demonstrated that hypnosis can give post hypnotic instruction to be carried out automatically in the waking state without the subject knowing it or questioning the behavior.
What follows is conjecture and theory based on testimonials of people who were alleged to be sleeper agents and soldiers.
Continuous Supervisions
Continuous supervision doesn't mean that the subject is cut off completely from society. It means that they are constantly overseen and every aspect of their lives are managed (without their knowledge or consent) to support their hypnotic programming.
This would include:
• Repeated reinforcement of all hypnotic conditioning.
• Handlers. Handlers are people who help maintain the subjects environment to maintain all the programming. They can play the role of family, friends, lovers, psychologists, coaches or any roll the subject perceives as supportive. The truth is the handlers are their to support the successful fulfillment of the programming and not the subject as a person.
• Minimal sleep so that the mind/brain does not process all the sleeper conditioning during sleep.
• Creating constant environmental challenges like unemployment or poverty. This gives the subject something other than their programming to focus on.
• Frequent hospitalization. This gives overt opportunity to sedate the subject for conditioning. If the subject has a history of hospitalizations for mental disturbances all the better. No one will take them seriously.
Joseph Cafariello
PS... Today is the second day after this post (February 12, 2024). A garbage truck just slammed into my parked car.
PPS... I finish writing this post because I am satisfied with its shape and content; not because of what happened to my car.
It is similar to when you are reaching for your coat, and someone tells you, "Take your coat." Since you have to take your coat, your brain tells you it's ok to obey them, and you comply. They just created an instance where they led you, and you followed them. And your brain accepted it.
It's a technique the military uses all the time. It trains you to accept instructions from that person or group. Done enough times, you become comfortable obeying them.
I just say, "I take my coat because I choose to, not because you tell me to." It's important to make that clear, to block the conditioning and affirm our self-governance; not just to them, but to ourselves as well. Now our brain realizes we took our coat by our own choice; we are still in command.
So too, I say regarding today's event. "Thanks for the warning, but I had already finished writing my post. I finished by my own choosing."
UPDATES 1 & 2: February 26 & March 07, 2024:
My apartment was once again entered while I was out. Either a key was used or the lock was picked. This may or may not have included assistance from building staff. Home invasions are included in the list of their techniques noted above, referred to as "black bag jobs".
All tenants on my floor received new fridges a couple of weeks ago. I removed the tape securing the bins inside my new fridge, and also removed all styrofoam pads from the corners of the glass shelves when I repositioned them.
The person(s) who have been invading my living space on a regular basis have struck again. As you can see in the photo below, the styrofoam pads on the corners of my fridge's shelves were restored when I was out of my apartment. I had removed all pads when I repositioned the shelves. Yet now they are back.
It is a tactic used to undermine our observational awareness in an attempt to make us second-guess and doubt ourselves. The aim is to cause people to feel less sure not only of the things we have done, but also feel less sure of the things others have done. They want us to question the accuracy of our observations and memory.
The idea is to train you to dismiss any anomalies you may observe as being your own misperception of things. Once they convince you not to trust your own judgement, they are free to do whatever they want to you, and you will simply accept it without questioning.
UPDATE 3: May 18, 2024:
Confrontations with individuals keep occurring, at times potentially violent. Following are just 3 such encounters as of late.
1 - Kick-boxer in the park:
As I parked my car in one of the parking lots in Vancouver's Stanley Park one night, another vehicle drove up behind me and parked several spots away. A tall man exited that vehicle, and walked hastily along the path I always walk, down some steps to the water's sea wall path. I took my time and followed my usual walk, also down the steps down to the sea wall. The man knew my routine, and was in a hurry to get ahead of me.
As I walked along the sea wall, I saw the same man sitting on a bench, playing a loud Persian-sounding religious sermon on some device I did not clearly see. As I walked past him, he called out to me to stop and chat. I ignored him and continued walking past him. He rose and started walking behind me.
I opened my umbrella, turned, and walked past him the other way, returning to the stairs back to the parking lot. He also turned and continued following me. I started running. He also started running. I ran up the steps, as did he.
Being taller than I am, his legs are longer than mine, and he quickly caught up to me on a grassy patch at the top of the steps. I turned to him and asked, "Why are you following me?" He did not reply, but stood profile to me, the same stance a kick-boxer uses when ready to kick someone. He was tall, thin, and in excellent physical shape as you would see in a kick-boxer.
He did not speak at all, but was just waiting for me to make a move. I turned, entered my vehicle and left. The encounter continued with a chase through the park in our cars. Yes, that is correct. He chased me out of the park in his car.
2 - Told to keep quiet:
The perpetrators need to operate with as little detection as possible, and they repeatedly warn their subjects to keep their mouths shut about their experiences.
On another of my recent nightly walks, a man stood on the sidewalk ahead of me about half a block away, looked at me, and shouted into the sky at nobody, giving the appearance of being a homeless person shouting for no reason. He then started walking in my direction. I continued walking straight. As he passed me, he leaned into my face and shouted into my ear, "Shut the f_ck up!" I continued walking in my direction, and he resumed walking in his.
The idea is to make it seem as though he is just a deranged man wandering the streets at night, shouting at nothing, so that when he shouts at me, any observer would simply dismiss his actions. But in reality, he was sent to send me a message to stop publishing posts like this, which I had done many times on many sites, and continue to. They don't like it when we reveal their methods. But the truth must be known.
3 - You'll be sorry:
On another occassion, while returning from grocery shopping one afternoon, I walked past a man sitting by a storefront. He was clean-cut, wearing clean clothes, without any carts or wagons or any belongings of any kind. As I past him, he asked me for some spare change. I replied, "I'm sorry," and continued walking past. He replied, "You will be."
There are multiple other experience, like two seemingly unassociated men standing on the sea wall about 100 meters away from each other, each of them spitting just as I walked past each of them.
There are too many experiences to mention. Looking at each experience individually, one would easily dismiss them as being unrelated and simply coincidental. But put them all together and a picture starts to form, like putting together the pieces of a puzzle.
As I hand you each piece of the puzzle one by one, you dismiss each piece, saying, "This could be anything." And you discard it. You keep discarding each piece as I hand it to you. By the end of it, you look down at the table and say, "You have nothing." That's because you looked at each piece as a separate item and threw it away. But if you leave the pieces on the table as I hand them to you and do not hastily discard them, you will see they form a clear picture when put all together.
We must look at all these events as a whole. Individually, each one could be anything. But when all of these experiences are put together and considered as a whole, they form an undeniable picture. Do not be quick to dismiss each piece. Leave the pieces on the table and look at the whole. The picture I present is sound. Remember, I have all the pieces; you do not. I see the picture more clearly than you do.
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2024.05.19 00:58 EthantheWizard2020 Fake traffic cops shut down an intersection using cones, and just left…

I was on a school field trip the other day, sitting in the front of the bus (cuz I’m lame), and then a white ford F-150 with the yellow light bar that roadwork trucks usually have, pulled out into the intersection, and 2 guys got out, and directed the crossing traffic across the intersection, while 1 person put traffic cones in front of the cars stopped at the red light. Then another person got out of the truck with clippers, de-locked the box which operates the light, opened it, and then shut off the traffic light. Once the last few cars had gone through the open part of the intersection, they put cones there too, and then they waved a second truck through, which had those high-vis traffic barriers with stop signs on them. Once the barriers were down, they closed the opening that they let the trucks into and just left… (Unfortunately the bus chaperones took our phones and left them at school, so we were unable to get pictures)
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2024.05.19 00:54 SuicidalFemcel What are the chances my (20F) boyfriend (23M) is cheating on me right now?

I (20F) have been in a relationship with my boyfriend (23M) for 1.5 years. We are currently long distance because he was kicked out of our university. He lives about 3 hours away.
He is currently visiting his female friend that he knew before he met me, she lives 5 hours away. He told me that she offered to have sex with him a few months ago, when we were on a break. I sarcastically asked him if they were going to fuck, and he claimed that she said she was no longer interested.
I noticed from pictures he sent me that he has shaved his pubes, which he only does when he comes over to visit me and have sex. He is staying at a hotel, and I all can think of is them having sex right now. Am I wrong to suspect he is cheating on me?
In the past, I have caught him messaging sex workers and asking for their rates. I saw on his phone that he was looking up the addresses that they sent. I also saw dating apps like Tinder and Bumble on his phone, but he claimed that he was just looking for friends to smoke with.
I just feel so betrayed and hurt. I have lost my appetite and cannot focus on studying for my exams. I've just been coping with this and other issues in my life by doing coke and GHB. He is coming to visit me next week and I am thinking about asking him when we are drunk, on why he shaved or if anything happened. What are the chances I am or have been cheated on? Any advice?
TLDR: Boyfriend is visiting female friend who offered to have sex with him in the past. He shaved his pubes which is suspicious to me.
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2024.05.19 00:54 streptobiotic16 Confession to my lovecrush.

I choose this platform to say sorry to a person I hurt 15 years ago. I know we have our own lives today but I would like to take the courage to say sorry. For me to also move on and validate the feelings I had this moment. I'm not a good writer but I want to share my story. Do you guys experienced having no memory of a certain situation in your life? It's like you remember the person but not fully apprehend what "really" happened to both of you? Seems like there is a missing puzzle in the big picture? It happened to me and realized everything after all the embarrasing things I did. I was like acting the victim before and not knowing I am to blame after all. Year 2023 when I came back in my country, I'm working overseas by the way. As I went home, I declutter my personal things and there I saw some letters wayback 15years ago. Letters during our retreat activity college days. I read all their sweet messages and I stumbled to read a letter written by my crush. After reading his short and sweet letter I'm sobbing. Tears rolling down my cheeks and asking myself, what was my reaction when I read his letter before? Like what did I do?!! Did I read this? I'm thinking so hard searching for answers in my head about his letter but got no answer. It was so vague to me that I cannot find the answer I'm looking for in my mind and in my memory. All memories and emotions were bleak during that specific time. Throughout the day, all I'm thinking about was his letter. Thoughts like, yeah, I do have a crush on him during college days and it is too impossible that I disregarded that letter. I'm thinking crazy things already about his letter yet I cannot remember what really happened. I contacted my close friend who's been with me since college. She's like my sister from another mother who knows everything since college days. I started the convo sending her the letter he wrote for me and instantly she recognize who wrote it. She even ask me what did I do when I read the letter before or did I even bother to read the letter? I told her I cannot remember what I did before but one thing that's clear to me was our friendship seemed to drift away even before the graduation day. That's why I was'nt able to contact him after graduation day till up to present. Thinking, I was just the girl who just learned that the guy I like before, liked me back after reading the letter, my friend give me a silly suggestion of giving him a PM. Yes, we are classmates, friends during those days. He was on my list of friends in my socmedia yet after all this years, I never sent him a PM. I just wanted to say hi but I'm too embarassed to do it. Overthinking stuff and crazy ideas crossing in my mind. Then all of a sudden I saw in my screen 11:11am, immediately type hi and hit send button. Feeling embarassed that I pm-ed him first at the same time doubting if he still knows me, I'm too anxious in wanting to have or not to have a reply from him that time. Morning the next day upon checking my phone I got a reply from him, 👍 at 5:55am. Being weirdo again all I did was to talk to myself early that morning to give him a reply or not. I'm thorn of doing so or what. Then I just decided to give him a message of asking how is he, introducing myself, hope he's doing okay, message him because of blah, blah then wishin him luck and good day. Ugh, still embarassed. I thought it will be the end of our convo but he replied back saying he's doing okay. He remember me saying I'm his classmate and I'm happy that he's doing good now in his new career. He also ask how I'm doing and what do I do these days. We exchange 4-5 convo until he stop responding. I'm like yeah, that's it. I'm sure he's busy and I understand his profession demands time but I also want myself not to expect anything in REALITY. I'm being too emotional as of the moment that all I got to think was him and his letter creating imaginary things between us. I'm a rational person so as I pacify myself and calm down the thoughts in my mind, I decided to write everything in my journal. As I write down my thoughts, the question of how's and why's, slowly I remember everything that happened 15 years ago. I clearly remember the thoughts I had, the decisions I made and how I ghosted him.
Circa 2009. 4th year college. I have a guy friend who's my classmate during 3rd year since we were block section. He's also my block groupmate. Maybe we became close because we were together most of the times. He's tall, lanky, sweet, caring, funny and brainy. He's the type of guy who only bring a notebook in the room, I never saw him with a bag in normal schedule of classes but hey he always pass. And as a cheapskate college girl, I used to take down notes and do everything as I can to not spend extra penny. I become aware of him being sweet to me by borrowing my notes saying she can understand my handwriting, sitting beside me on classes where sitting position is not required, going to library doing group activities, walking side by side in school aisle and seeing him giving me a sweet smile. Getting him caught staring at me then he will just smile mirorring his eyes. It seems like normal things right? But I can sense there is something behind those small gestures. I also shared this to my friend that I can sense there is something about him but he never confirm anything at all. He was never even bothered when he knew one of my girl friends told him she had a crush on him. I got a little jealous during that time, I even got jealous on her friends that were beauties during college days. He was a friendly guy but knows how to be a gentleman. Since, no admission of feelings in his part we continued to be good friends, him still giving the same care and treatment to me. I can't remember if it was 2nd trimester when we had our retreat activity. It was months also before our graduation day and then after that will have our in-house review for upcoming board examination. Everyone is excited to attend the retreat because we can give a rest on our tired minds. We rented a good place with a perfect weather during that time. During our last day, the last task given to us is write a letter to each person in your group. He was my groupmate during the retreat. We can read the letter after the activity or if we have time to spare. I decided to read mine when I got home. Me and him are still good during that time. When I arrived home, I started reading their letter, I read his letter last. His letter goes like this,
A_____, " I have met you on a cloudy Monday and now you never knew how much I loved the rain." Your a gentle child and very sincere. You are very concern to all the people around you and thats what make you different from others. You can carry things up and I know you can make it. Goodluck and Godbless. I am just on yourside waiting for you to tap me and call my name.
I'm shocked yet relieved knowing that what he's doing towards me is confirmed in his letter. It might be a indirect confirmation but I think it still says so. I'm happy to know he's not just a friend caring for me but someone special who took care of me all this time. But as my happiness took over me, that feeling of anxiousness and cowardice envelops my entire body. Confessing his feelings, then now, what? What will happen in our friendship? How do I face him, as I am shy girl before? If I tell him I like him too, what will happen to us? Graduation day is in the corner, inhouse review is giving us pressure, licensure examination will happen in next few months and I need to focus, to study to pass the exam. Those were my concerns at that time. So, I made up my mind. Without giving him any answer, without telling him what I have in my mind, without him knowing what I really wanted to say despite the concerns I had in mind. I let him go without telling him what I feel towards him that time. Following days at school, I started avoiding him. I dare not to look at him directly in his eyes. I never got to talk to him about his letter. And as days passes by giving him same treatment and distance, I saw him once looking at me, his eyes saying like giving up. From then on, our friendship drifted off. I never got to talk to him in our graduation day, even in succeding events after our licensure exam. I did pass my licensure, he also did. I'm not expecting he will talk to me or greet me if ever we crossed our path again. He was my first love. But I never give him the chance. There might be a future for our relationship but I never gave him a chance. To my lovecrush, I am sorry for ghosting you, for not giving you a chance, and for leaving you hanging-up. I know I'm a big coward, selfish, self centered and faint hearted person when it comes to you. Confessing and telling you what my heart wants before will NOT/NEVER change anything now. But I wanted to say this for me to let go of the feelings that I still have for you. Lovecrush, I like you too. I care for you too. I did become a scaredy cat before telling you my true feelings are but know that after all those days knowing you like me too, I always think of you. The heartbeak I give to myself and to you, left me no choice but to suppress the pain and convince myself to forget the painful choice I made. Thank you for letting me feel how special I am in my own way. Thank you for being my green flag.❤️ Thank you for being warm, caring, thoughtful and loving friend.🥰 Now, I will never ever forget the memories we shared before even if it brings joy and pain. It is now my treasure. Thank you so much lovecrush. 🥰 You will always be my first love and first heartache.🙂 I know you can make it in life. You're such a kind hearted soul. Wishin you all the best in life! Takecare as always. Godbless!🙏❤️
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2024.05.19 00:48 SuicidalFemcel I think my boyfriend is cheating on me at this moment

I (20F) have been in a relationship with my boyfriend (23M) for 1.5 years. We are currently long distance because he was kicked out of our university. He lives about 3 hours away.
He is currently visiting his female friend that he knew before he met me, she lives 5 hours away. He told me that she offered to have sex with him a few months ago, when we were on a break. I sarcastically asked him if they were going to fuck, and he claimed that she said she was no longer interested.
I noticed from pictures he sent me that he has shaved his pubes, which he only does when he comes over to visit me and have sex. He is staying at a hotel, and I all can think of is them having sex right now. Am I wrong to suspect he is cheating on me?
In the past, I have caught him messaging sex workers and asking for their rates. I saw on his phone that he was looking up the addresses that they sent. I also saw dating apps like Tinder and Bumble on his phone, but he claimed that he was just looking for friends to smoke with.
I just feel so betrayed and hurt. I have lost my appetite and cannot focus on studying for my exams. I've just been coping with this and other issues in my life by doing coke and GHB. He is coming to visit me next week and I am thinking about asking him when we are drunk, on why he shaved or if anything happened. What are the chances I am or have been cheated on? Any advice?
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2024.05.19 00:45 Think_Dig_1843 I am very confused.

This whole concept seems strange to me and honestly the more I learn the less certain I am about where I stand. When I close my eyes I see black. Like so black that I see colors? My eyes cannot find rest and they fidget. The blackness is so consuming that my mind cannot conjure images. I cannot see though the blackness. With that being said I can create a 3 dimensional sandbox that I can control. So much control in fact that I can feel it. Like the trade center… thousands of degrees and people jumping from a building to their death. I can feel the acceptance or maybe it’s a futility. I can feel the quick sense of pride associated with having the courage to take a leap and the regret. I can imagine looking over at what in my minds eye is a blonde Aged women who is struggling to come to terms with the leap. She is pressing on her phone screen harder than necessary.she is Frustrated that her facial recognition is struggling to identify her trough the smoke. I see her make a call and then my mind jumps to the call not being picked up. You can see on her face that she realizes that this is it. In my mind I’m only feet away from her but she’s in her own world. The flames roaring and the sound of metal bending and crashing no longer seem to matter. I can see the hope and life leave her eyes as she gets that stare that I have when I’m picturing this. And then I can make the life return. All it takes is for her phone to start ringing. That is th part That I get stuck on. I can see myself grabbing her hand and without saying a word guiding her to the window and making eye contact not only before the leap but I can picture her eyes all the way down. I can picture gabbing her by her shirt and dangling her over the window. I can assign two reactions to this. One of annoyance at the idea that I feel the need to interject myself into her already doomed reality. And instantly I can flip the script and instead of holding her over the balcony I’m trying to pull her back up. Then I can as the firefighter pull her up to he point of safety hug her and tell her everything will be okay. I can feel her melt into my embrace. I can hug her back and still proceed to push her over the edge. Watching her face transition from shock to confusion and I can hear the scream fade. I can imagine myself getting caught pushing her by another firefighter. As I’m sure you can imagine I have multiple ways that interaction could go and I can explore each of them one by one seemingly to no end . I think I could live multiple lives just in my head. I see all of this as a sort of day dream. Not really a rolling clip so much as it is a series of frames but I can view these images from any angle. From the eyes of the woman being betrayed from the eyes of a firefighter observing this live or from the eyes of someone watching a recording of the events online or cctv. I can obviously go all day but if anyone shares a similar experience I’d like to know what you think. Is this line of thinking typical? I believe this may have saved my life actually. When I wanted to kill myself I could see myself throwing myself n front of a bus last minute. It was the visual of my little sisters tears that stopped me.it isn’t all horizons looking over the world from mt Everest.
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2024.05.19 00:44 JukeBox42069 Worried that I might not get the job due to my dad trying to bribe the manager

[18M] I recently went to a hiring event and got interviewed. Everyone there seemed extremely chill and laid back. It seemed like the type of place where there was no drama, just good vibes. I was extremely nervous and stuttered a bit, but l got through it. The guy that interviewed me said he liked me and he brought a girl over who i assumed was an assistant manager or something and she reviewed the papers that I signed as well as my resume, asked me a few questions, and then said that she liked me too.
The guy said that it was likely that i'd get hired and that he would look forward to working with me.
A moment later my Dad comes in and they talk for a bit. My dad shows the manager that he works at an important job and tells him that he has a gig that is worth lots of money if the manager is ever interested. He took out his phone and showed him pictures and proof that he worked there. I was embarrassed and the manager looked a bit uncomfortable. On the way back home l asked my dad about it and he said not to worry because no one would be dumb enough to decline an offer like that.
This was on May 16th, it's now May 18th and I still haven't received an email or anything. Should I be worried?
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2024.05.19 00:43 Bulbus06 went through my boyfriends phone

just went through my boyfriends phone and saw that he’s been sending himself photos of naked girls and pictures of his ex on discord and got mad at me after i told him cause of the fact that i went through his phone when i have confronted him for doing the same to me so it seems a little hypocritical but what do i know
what do i do and am i the a hole???
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2024.05.19 00:41 Shadow_Storm066 Hi, new to the Thread, but I'm petty, so here's my first petty post. Also, sorry in advance, this is kind of long, it's a long story.

Ok, so, I used to live in a different state during my childhood than the one I live in now (I live in the Northern US, originally born in this northern state as well). I lived in this other state from the ages of 6 until I was almost 16, and throughout the entirety of my elementary and middle school years up until the middle of 9th grade (which was at the high school, some start at 10th grade instead of 9th).
There were 2 main bullies that I dealt with starting in 1st grade/first school year after moving to this state, and as the years went on, these two girls (let's call them Marie & Clarisse) would get their friends in on bullying me. I wasn't popular by any means, but my mother always had me in sports and extracurricular activities with these girls, so I could never really escape them. It was just as bad outside of anything school related as Marie has two younger brothers that my brother was friends with, so I had to pretend to be the 'best of friends' with Marie from 1st grade up until about the end of 7th grade since our families drifted apart from being "close friends".
As far as typical bullying goes in elementary school, I dealt with constant name-calling and cruel "pranks", mostly aimed towards my weight, I wasn't fat, but I wasn't skinny either despite being in sports and was always active. However, those incidents extended to my stuff being stolen, like my notebooks I'd use for schoolwork, or my box of pencils/pens/etc., forcing me to constantly borrow from the few friends I actually had or from the teachers. I used to be in band (which started in 6th grade in that school district), and I played the clarinet, my stepdad had bought me a very nice/sturdy and somewhat expensive tote bag to put my clarinet, music stand, and music binders in for easier storage and to keep my hands free when transporting my 'equipment'. Us band kids were allowed to keep our instruments behind the curtains of the stage in the school's cafeteria (the stage was against the farthest wall from the kitchen/lunch lines), and out of the ~20 kids in band, only my expensive/sturdy tote bag was stolen within the last 2 days of 6th grade, of course suspects were Marie & Clarisse (I saw Clarisse using my tote bag that summer, as my now-smudged name had been written in permanent marker on the straps and one of the sides of the bag). I left it be because I didn't want any conflict, my stepdad bought me another one after finding out the original one was stolen in the first place.
Middle school wasn't much better as the name calling got extensively more graphic and consisted of slurs (like the F slur, as I'm proudly part of the LGBTQ+ community, specifically AgendeNon-binary), furthering the self-hurting thoughts that had started in 3rd grade. I had continuously tried to tell my mom and stepdad about it, only for my pleas for help to go unheard until one week during the winter season in 7th grade. I had gotten sick for 2 days and stayed home an extra day to recover, but during those three days, Marie, Clarisse and their friends had made an Instagram account, posting very unattractive pictures of fellow classmates (i.e. purposely taking pictures with very unflattering angles, poor lighting, etc) and blamed it on me since they put my address in the private information into that account. My mom had found the account, immediately asking about if I was the one behind it, she unfortunately didn't believe me until *after* she ripped my phone from me to look through it for "evidence" that I made the account. When I returned to school the following Thursday after recovering from the small cold, I was constantly bombarded by fellow students about the account since Marie & Clarisse were the ones that spread the obvious false rumor that I made it. By the end of the day, I had finally snapped, yelling "I didn't make that f-cking account. Why can't everyone just stop bothering me about it?" Of course, that earned plenty of attention from the teachers and students within earshot (and thanks to the tiled floors and walls, my yelling echoed throughout most of the first floor and partly into the second floor of my school), I ended up having to talk with the counselor about the whole ordeal because of my frustrated outburst, which resulted with very little help from the staff, but after a few weeks, people seemed to forget that the account even existed since it ended up deleted within a few days after my outburst.
That following school year, 8th grade, was even worse. Sure, the slurs, the other name-calling and thievery of my belongings continued (more so the slurs/name-calling), but by this year, I was almost constantly committing the self-hurting since my mother was of no help, my stepdad was sympathetic but always working and the therapist my mother found for me was basically a deadbeat with bullying situations (she didn't seem to understand or even want to actually help me with the bullying as she was more of a family therapist than anything else). For the district curriculum, we are required to take health class in 8th grade, and as we were going over the unit that encompassed depression, self-harm, and su!c!dal thoughts/actions, I constantly had to have another staff member in the back of the classroom to watch over me and take me out of the class if any of the course material triggered an episode. Thankfully the staff member was that was there for me was the school's police officer, let's call him Officer Lennox, he was like a protective older brother, especially after finding out about how consistently I was bullied. Near the end of the unit, we had to watch Ronan's Escape (it's on YouTube), and since I was going through my own version of Ronan's situation, I ended up breaking down sobbing in class, only to be laughed at by some of the boys that were close friends with Marie & Clarisse. Officer Lennox snapped at them as professionally as possible while helping me out of the classroom to go sit with the nurse to have some downtime to stop sobbing before I was allowed back to my classes.
Another situation, which is the worst of it in 8th grade, was this one girl, let's call her Ava. She thought it would be hilarious to eavesdrop into my conversations with my best friend (we'll refer to her as Raven since that was a nickname she used) throughout lunch and shared classes, only to take our conversations completely out of context in order to string up a lie that Raven and I were planning to unalive the principle. Of course, this wasn't true, the principle was an a-hole to everyone, and Raven & I would discuss that we greatly disliked him. Ava mostly got away with spreading this lie as her mom was a higher-up in the school district, forcing Raven and I to entirely change our class schedules so we weren't in any classes with Ava, as well as almost being expelled. Thanks to Officer Lennox sticking up for both of us, we only had to have in-school suspension for 3 days instead of being expelled. Sadly, Ava got very little repercussions from this, but Raven and I grew even closer as best friends after "The Incident" as we still refer to it as almost 10 years later.
Summer rolled through without a hitch, leading to 9th grade, the start of high school. I was given more freedom from my mother (she's a helicopter parent and abusive/narcissistic) to dress in clothing that I preferred in comparison to always wearing brightly colored athletic wear. I completely changed my appearance, chopped my hair from just above the small of my back to a punk pixie-styled cut, and started wearing graphic t-shirts, ripped jeans, combat boots, and leather jackets. On top of that, I started becoming more confrontational/combative towards my bullies, since they still wouldn't let up, I earned a "bad@ass/bad b!tch" reputation, made friends with other rebellious and misfit types of people in the grades above me, and just fully became more of "me" despite the disapproval from my mother of the amount of change I undergone.
Despite being 14 at the start of 9th grade, I began dating, specifically one fellow student that was a very close friend and felon, he went to jail/juvie throughout the 2nd half of 7th grade and all of 8th grade. He came to the high school 3 months after the year started, and our friendship-turned-relationship sparked right back up as if he never left. I had kept my dating life secret from my family, mostly my mother because I know how bad her reaction would've been if I told her. With him almost always by my side (excluding classes we didn't share), my brand-new appearance, and my quickly attained delinquent/rebellious reputation, most of my issues dissipated much quicker than before. In spite of that, Marie & Clarisse kept making their remarks, trying to drag down my new confidence and constantly break my felon boyfriend (let's call him Collin) and I up. They got more degrading and verbally abusive with these antics, I eventually was completely fed up with it all. In the middle of the school year, within a couple weeks after Yule (Christmas for the non-pagans) & New Years Break, Marie, Clarisse and their group of friends had stopped me in the hallway, purposely surrounding me (there was about 30 of them in total) on my way to class, continuing with their shtick as usual, I slipped the pocketknife out of my pocket, flicking it open as I finally gave in and threatened to unalive them and everyone they care for if they don't leave me the f-ck alone. They saw the opened knife and knew then & there that I was 100% serious, I turned on my heels, shoving through them only to notice the principal and school's police officer (not officer Lennox) staring at me with concerned expressions, they also noticed the knife as there was a glint from the blade due to the blindly bright lights in the hallway. Not a word was uttered as they walked away, never sending a call to my mother or stepdad about the weapon or the confrontation as they had seen my progression in attitude and the amount of f-cks I had (which was none). After that day, those girls never spoke to me again, would barely glance in my direction, would purposely take alternate routes to class if they saw me in the hallway (or would keep to the wall if they couldn't move quick enough), and if we shared any classes, they'd be on the opposite side of the room from me and would do everything they could to never be partnered/grouped with me in class projects.
Everything was smooth sailing from then on, and now I'm 22 (as of late April this year), happily living with my bio-dad, my brother and my 2-year-old kitty, Ziggy. My mother is out of the picture entirely as she refuses to change her mindset and parenting style. I'm still confrontational towards anyone that tries messing with me, especially if they're anti-LGBTQ+/racist/abusive/etc. And thanks to my continuation of my drastic change from 8th grade to 9th grade, I'm now considered both the protector and the therapist to my friends, always there for them because I grew up knowing what it was like to not have that kind of support. I hope this story of roughly half my life can provide some sort of comfort or proof that it does indeed get better, even if it doesn't seem like it in the moment.
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2024.05.19 00:39 JukeBox42069 Worried that I might not get the job due to my dad trying to bribe the manager

[18M] I recently went to a hiring event and got interviewed. Everyone there seemed extremely chill and laid back. It seemed like the type of place where there was no drama, just good vibes. I was extremely nervous and stuttered a bit, but l got through it. The guy that interviewed me said he liked me and he brought a girl over who i assumed was an assistant manager or something and she reviewed the papers that I signed as well as my resume, asked me a few questions, and then said that she liked me too.
The guy said that it was likely that i'd get hired and that he would look forward to working with me.
A moment later my Dad comes in and they talk for a bit. My dad shows the manager that he works at an important job and tells him that he has a gig that is worth lots of money if the manager is ever interested. He took out his phone and showed him pictures and proof that he worked there. I was embarrassed and the manager looked a bit uncomfortable. On the way back home I asked my dad about it and he said not to worry because no one would be dumb enough to decline an offer like that.
This was on May 16th, it's now May 18th and I still haven't received an email or anything. Should I be worried?
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2024.05.19 00:37 won74 [USA-PA] [H] Brand New Unlocked Samsung Galaxy A35 SM-A356U1, Apple Clear Case with Magsafe for iPhone 12 and 12 Pro, 2 Clear/Transparent Cases for iPhone 12 and 12 Pro, Loopy Original Case for iPhone 11 and iPhone XR [W] PayPal

Item 1 - Brand New - Unlocked - Samsung Galaxy A35 - Awesome Navy - SM-A356U1
Timestamps: https://imgur.com/a/i8wDWIC
Looking for $349 Shipped or $339 Local Pickup
Item 2 - Apple Clear Case with Magsafe for iPhone 12 and 12 Pro
On the bottom side of the case, there are small cracks on both sides. The case still fits well. Please refer to the pictures.
Timestamps: https://imgur.com/a/Jp2gO7w
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Looking for $25 Shipped or $20 Local Pickup
Item 3 - 2 CleaTransparent Cases for iPhone 12 and 12 Pro
There are two cases.
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Looking for $15 Shipped or $10 Local Pickup
Item 4 - Loopy Original Case Sparkle Silver Sparkle Edition for iPhone 11 and iPhone XR
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Looking for $15 Shipped or $10 Local Pickup
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2024.05.19 00:35 Gingrboo 10 yr old step son does not respect me

I’ve been around him since he was 4-5 yrs old. His mom isn’t in the picture, he never met his mom so I understand that’s probably a reason why he misbehaves and such. He’s always had behavior problems and anger but once I moved in because we had a child of our own he started disrespecting me and my role in the family. For example, I’ll ask him to help take out the trash maybe 2 hrs after school when I see him reaching for technology devices ( computer, cell phone) or I’ll ask him to change his school clothes and to pick up around his room and he’ll snap back at me by saying , why do you care? Why are you butting in? Why do I have to listen to you? Why do you tell me ? You’re not my parent or mom. He will start yelling and slamming things and then he starts crying out of frustration and just walks away or slams the door on me. By that point I let him be because I approached him respectfully, calmly and I simply spoke to him any way I would be speaking to my children or anyone else. I don’t raise my voice at all, I never have at him, I know I have to control my anger im the adult and example so I maintain my composure and I don’t call him names, I don’t belittle him I truly don’t see anything wrong with how I approach him at all. When his dad gets home I try then explaining by saying, said name I’m just being a parent and I’m asking you respectfully to please start helping by doing said thing because you haven’t done anything and are now on (device). If his grandparents are over they stay quiet and let him talk to me that way and then proceed to let my bf know that I instigated the child and made him get angry and that if I know he gets angry why am I telling him things. I corrected my bf and let him know his parents were wrong and lying he backed me up and then just tells me to ignore his parents because they don’t understand or agree. They’d rather we not tell our son anything because he has anger issues and just let him be but I’ve explained, that doesn’t do anything for anyone not even our son. If anything they’re showing him he doesn’t have to listen and their are no consequences and that the way he speaks to me is perfectly okay and that I’m the problem for trying to simply parent and show him responsibility at his age. I just don’t understand. I’ve told my partner I don’t even know what my role in the family should be, my in-laws don’t want me parenting him or correcting his behavior but they want me to do all the things a parent does. I’m sorry but I’m pregnant and have a 4 yr old and then to deal with him now makes me just not want to cook for him or do anything at all , the grandpa is here everyday because he has a room in the back so he cooks for him after school now and I understand my bf doesn’t appreciate that but I’m sorry I feel so disrespected and unappreciated and unwanted by his son that it now makes it hard for me to want to cook for him. I’m not saying I never do but after school unless I made a family meal I’m not going out of my way any longer to prepare him a meal, i have fruit and snacks for him of course but just not that. I accept it if I’m wrong but I’ve told my bf I feel so unwanted and it hurt and I don’t even know where I fit in this family. Sometimes I want to leave but then I know he’s a child and it’s our job as parents to go to therapy . I’ve asked my bf for 3 yrs now to have him and us go to therapy but he keeps putting it off. I feel that no one cares or takes my feelings into consideration and then I feel silly because I’m an adult and I feel this way over a 10 yr old.
I’d just like to hear if I’m honestly being unreasonable and should just be butting out like completely not saying anything to him or asking anything of him at all and just let him be. Sorry it’s so long but I appreciate anyone that actually read through it all
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2024.05.19 00:33 Survivor237 My mom is trying to convince me to marry my cousin (muslim women)

Hi 👋 before i start i want to apologise for the mistakes i might make , english is like my third language so yeah … and thank you for reading this in advance ❤️‍🩹. I’m a 24 F , North African, muslim , graduated last year but i didn’t find a job yet … so since couple of days before the last Ramadan my mother has been insisting on me accepting my cousin as a future husband while he didn’t propose or anything i think he is just thinking about it to be honest, all I know is that they send him my pictures without asking me for my permission first and it was pictures without a hijab…. (I’m a hijabi) actually they didn’t tell me anything i just discovered it on my own by hearing things here and there and going threw my mom’s phone when she wasn’t there… after i confronted here she said the guy finds me pretty … like it was going to make me forget that they send my pictures ( and I think she is probably lying too since her self doesn’t find me pretty enough to find a husband if I say no to my cousin) …. Anyway i didn’t see my cousin since i was like 9 or 10 yo i know he is older than me but till now I don’t know how old he is xddd apparently he lives alone (in Europe) has a nice job that pays well and he is into deen prays and is learning Arabic…. Well when I see how my mother describes my brother to people … i don’t know if I should believe what my aunt says about her son … they always make you feel like there sons are perfect but com-on …. Well I think my mother only see this as good opportunity for me I don’t think she wants to understands what can go wrong if I say yes and even tho i try to explain to her she is very stubborn and kind of tries to manipulate and guilt shame me into accepting something that I don’t want to do … like the guy is my cousin first of all and I’m not really into marrying someone from my family, also I’m thinking about the culture difference, the racisme in the country he leaves in , he seems too shy I only talked with him the day of Eid for like 30 s on FaceTime in front of our parents but I was literally the only one speaking and I’m just not attracted to him , also it’s like he speaks with everybody in the family except the girl he is trying to get married to ?? Like why r u talking to my brother and other cousin but you don’t even try to know if I’m okay with this marriage idea… bref he and his parents are coming this summer and I’m just praying they conceal their plan and don’t come but if they do come I don’t know what to say or how to act … should I put my khimar on or they will look at me weird cause you know if i put it they will say ohhh she is really considering marrying him that’s why or that I’m too extreme… either way they are going to say something that i won’t like … please give me some advice or just tell me what you think I’m going crazy, like the fact of being unemployed isn’t stressful enough 😫😫😫 alsooo the guy is saying that all the girls where he leaves even tho they say they are good muslim they are not and they do alot of haram things and so on while a person from the “blad” is more safe … I don’t know that gives of such red flag vibes even tho I don’t like this term xddd and how do you know .. I thought he doesn’t date and frequent girls so how come did he end with this conclusion?? 🙄 unless … 🤥
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2024.05.19 00:29 Introvertsupreme AT&T 5G???

Has anyone figured out a way to get their phone to use AT&T's 5G?
I have a OP8, it has some of AT&T's 5G bands and I know OP hasnt paid for whatever certification etc etc. But I saw on the AT&T forums that there may be an OTA update that'll allow it? It was an att rep that responded but nothing else was posted after that.
I have on occasion seen the 5G symbol in the top right, and I know it's just AT&T's 5Ge but I figured at least even that would be nice if it stayed on it.
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2024.05.19 00:25 Due-Librarian-5038 AITAH for going through my step mom's sisters phone and going through text messages to see if she was talking shit about me?

Hey reddit, I'm back again with some new family drama (this is not fake. Please don't take down)
I (f15) went through (f36) phone to see if she was talking shit about me with her sister (f40)
A little background information (f40) we will call her Amanda, her and my father are dating and they have a kid together. (F36) Amanda's sister we will call her Ashley she has two kids, one 4 year old girl she had with her ex-husband and her son, whom she has had with her boyfriend.
So today I went into the bathroom and I saw a phone on the sink now yes in most cases I wouldn't go through someone's phone but when I saw who's phone It was I had a random gut instinct to go through it. So I open up the phone and go straight to messages I scroll and go through her and her boyfriends texts which yes I admit it's a invasion of privacy but I kid you not I scroll up and see my name and so now I'm curious and everyone knows on iphones you can search messages with one word or letter so what do I do? I type my name in. I was shocked! I was shocked to see a bunch of messages between Amanda and Ashley talking shit about me. About my breath size, my body, and how I look, etc. I was just flabbergasted that someone who I thought liked and cared about me could speak so bad about me especially being that Amanda and Ashley are GROWN ASS WOMAN. Well anyways i take videos and pictures and I show my father the evidence and he was so upset with both of them and I was balling out crying but I'll update you guys when my dad confronts his girlfriend and the sister.
MAY I ALSO ADD AMANDA NEVER LIKED ME AND ALWAYS WANTED ME OUT OF THE PICTURE AND SO HAS HER SISTER
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2024.05.19 00:22 changopdx The Righteous Zoo Boomer

This feels a bit like Penthouse Forum, but I do have to say "I never thought it would happen to me, but..." yeah, I got Boomered today. Long time reader of this subreddit, first time poster.
I took my son to the zoo this morning. We have a membership and we go all the time. We're there so often that we know the names of a good number of the animals by name, so instead of saying "let's go see the Amur tigers!" we'll say "let's go visit Dmitri and Luka!". It's all old hat to us.
While we were at the bat exhibit, I got an email from a co-worker about something they were working on and they were stuck and needed my help. As a rule I don't answer work-related emails over the weekend. However, this was one of those situations where 30 seconds of my time would save hours of frustration for someone else, so it was a no-brainer. We had tickets for the Zoo Train so I figured I'd answer them back once we were seated.
So we go to the train platform, get seated, I beg my son's pardon for a second and start answering my email. Right then, an old man walked up to our train car and asked me if I wanted him to use my phone to take a picture of my son and me. I was actually a bit happy that someone would make so kind an offer, so I smiled at him and I told him no thanks, we're here all the time so I have the equivalent of ten photo albums of pictures of us all over the zoo. But thanks so much for offering. I went back to composing my thoughts and answering the email.
He didn't leave. Instead, he flatly said "it's just really awful that people are on their phones all the time."
A ha. So he wasn't being nice, he was just drunk with Boomer entitlement and wanted to let me know his opinion which, due to his age, was A Very Important And Necessary Thing to bless me (a mere NPC in his game of life) with.
I didn't even look at him, just kept typing and said "I'm not texting, just emailing a colleague in distress. My son knows. We're fine, thank you." I didn't raise my voice or anything, just stated it as matter of factly as possible. My kid didn't even look over from staring at whatever he happened to be staring at at that moment, it was that mundane.
Anyway, this guy took my calmly establishing simple boundaries and not kowtowing to his home-spun wisdom as profound fucking disrespect which he simply could not sanction.
"It's just really rude when people don't put their phones down and just enjoy themselves," he then said to me, a person at a ZOO, on a cute lil' choo-choo train, enjoying themselves. Or I was enjoying myself, until about five seconds prior.
I didn't look up, just kept typing and asked if it was any more rude than when people don't mind their own business and verbally accost people they don't know in public. My kid did look up at that point.
I finished my email, hit Send and he had disappeared. Which was a shame, because I really did want to be lectured more.
Anyway, the rest of the zoo visit was cool. The otters were ridiculously cute today.
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2024.05.19 00:21 BSUR7 Fantom pic of my IPhone taken by my IPhone???

Fantom pic of my IPhone taken by my IPhone???
I took the picture of the 2 people on the screen in 2019 with my Samsung. It’s not in my iCloud and I never had it in my camera roll on my iPhone. The other day I saw this Live Photo of the picture in the forefront and the back of my iPhone 15 pro max behind it. The info on the picture says it was taken by my iPhone 15 promax. How is this possible? There also seems to be a glare over the picture. Like it’s behind glass. Can anyone HELP!!!!
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2024.05.19 00:21 AdObjective9926 Flared jeans on short guys?

Im 163cm (5'3 i think) with a long torso and thick shorter legs proportion and these flared jeans i found on the male section at Renner in brazil fitted me so good. I finally felt good wearing a pair of pants because usually they don't fit me well and i feel like shit, unfortunately I didnt take pictures bc my phone was out of battery and obviously i would need to get them tailores on the length but a win is a win. Has anyone ever tried it too? What type of jeans y'all shorter guys usually wear?
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