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Give me the (vegetarian) foods you miss the most and i‘ll try them!
2024.06.02 10:58 Sage-lilac Give me the (vegetarian) foods you miss the most and i‘ll try them!
After 10 years of „ibs“ i‘m cured. A series of GPs and specialists have failed me greatly and told me it was ibs when my debilitating symptoms were actually a seriously malfunctioning gallbladder.
It‘s been 2 months since i got the root of my issues removed and i‘m able to eat EVERYTHING like a normal person. No cramps, nausea, diarrhea and definitely no 11 hours of pain. (Greetings to the ER nurse who sent me home, thinking i was drug seeking, with what was apparently a gall colic.)
For every one here who doesn’t have the answer yet:
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It‘s been 2 months since i got the root of my issues removed and i‘m able to eat EVERYTHING like a normal person. No cramps, nausea, diarrhea and definitely no 11 hours of pain. (Greetings to the ER nurse who sent me home, thinking i was drug seeking, with what was apparently a gall colic.)
For every one here who doesn’t have the answer yet:
- don’t give up, fight for a diagnosis and don’t believe you have „just anxiety“ or „nothing wrong“.
- please give me the food you‘ve been dreaming of eating again but are too scared to try bc of ibs. I‘m a vegetarian so if it’s a meaty thing i will try the veg. Version of the dish.
2024.06.02 10:55 77dtb Breathing
Hello, I’m so glad there is a subreddit for this horrible condition, I hate it so much.
I have a couple of questions, I get pain that comes and goes in my left side chest, sometimes in my left shoulder, I have presented to ER so many times thinking I’m having a heart attack, as I get bad tachycardia- although, I wonder sometimes if the sensation of the pain and palpitations make me panic and drive my heart rate up.
I have a really weird one where from time to time I feel like my lungs can’t breath deep, like they’re blocked, I know this isn’t the case as my oxygen sats are generally 98-100 and it’s been a month now and I haven’t passed out, but the sensation does my head in, is this normal or I should explore other heart conditions - this was diagnosed through, chest xray, bloods, ecg and ecco- I am pushing for a mri.
The second question I have, I stopped taking ibuprofen early on and continued with the twice daily colchicine as I cannot stomach the ibuprofen, how much of a role does the ibuprofen play in reducing the inflammation or is it purely for pain? As if it is needed for inflammation I will continue as of tomorrow.
Thanks in advance
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I have a couple of questions, I get pain that comes and goes in my left side chest, sometimes in my left shoulder, I have presented to ER so many times thinking I’m having a heart attack, as I get bad tachycardia- although, I wonder sometimes if the sensation of the pain and palpitations make me panic and drive my heart rate up.
I have a really weird one where from time to time I feel like my lungs can’t breath deep, like they’re blocked, I know this isn’t the case as my oxygen sats are generally 98-100 and it’s been a month now and I haven’t passed out, but the sensation does my head in, is this normal or I should explore other heart conditions - this was diagnosed through, chest xray, bloods, ecg and ecco- I am pushing for a mri.
The second question I have, I stopped taking ibuprofen early on and continued with the twice daily colchicine as I cannot stomach the ibuprofen, how much of a role does the ibuprofen play in reducing the inflammation or is it purely for pain? As if it is needed for inflammation I will continue as of tomorrow.
Thanks in advance
2024.06.02 10:54 LeaderExternal7795 How long did it take for a diagnosis ?
I started having serious symptoms about a month ago and just wondered for others how did you do about getting diagnosed. At this point it could be other things for me but my PCP says it is likely MS based on symptoms (2nd time for similar issues .. but first went away within a few days) but referred me to a neurologist.. . He also said it could be something much simpler and not to worry.
I’ve had a bunch of lab work and have ruled out diabetes and vitamin B12 deficiency. There’s other things with my blood work like high WBC count and high neutrophils but low lymphocytes. He’s concerned but not sure what it could be so referred me. I do have low vitamin D but not extremely low.
I started with mild numbness in my legs and spread up to my torso. Now I’ve started having severe pain in my lower legs and feet. I’ve fallen a couple of times because of this and walking has become somewhat painful. It gets worse at the end of the day and after showers or walking in the heat (Texas).
So I got a n appointment with a neurologist 2 weeks from now. I assume from there I will have to schedule an MRI and other tests. And even then I may have no absolute diagnosis for a bit from what I’ve read.
My husband wants me to go to the ER because of the severe pain in my legs and me falling and he’s afraid I’m going to injure myself worse. He won’t let me shower without him within earshot because that’s when my legs just seemed to turn to jelly the last time.
I used to work in ER as clerical and do not like the abuse of the ER and heard so many doctors and nurses complaining that I basically just refuse any ER treatment .. but he feels this is not abuse and they could find out what’s wrong faster… especially with my falls.
I’m just curious for any one else. Did anyone end up in the ER or just get referred out as I’m expecting. Or did you go through quite a bit of time and appointments to figure it all out ? I’m just confused as what to do and if waiting may cause damage or if that’s just how it works.
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I’ve had a bunch of lab work and have ruled out diabetes and vitamin B12 deficiency. There’s other things with my blood work like high WBC count and high neutrophils but low lymphocytes. He’s concerned but not sure what it could be so referred me. I do have low vitamin D but not extremely low.
I started with mild numbness in my legs and spread up to my torso. Now I’ve started having severe pain in my lower legs and feet. I’ve fallen a couple of times because of this and walking has become somewhat painful. It gets worse at the end of the day and after showers or walking in the heat (Texas).
So I got a n appointment with a neurologist 2 weeks from now. I assume from there I will have to schedule an MRI and other tests. And even then I may have no absolute diagnosis for a bit from what I’ve read.
My husband wants me to go to the ER because of the severe pain in my legs and me falling and he’s afraid I’m going to injure myself worse. He won’t let me shower without him within earshot because that’s when my legs just seemed to turn to jelly the last time.
I used to work in ER as clerical and do not like the abuse of the ER and heard so many doctors and nurses complaining that I basically just refuse any ER treatment .. but he feels this is not abuse and they could find out what’s wrong faster… especially with my falls.
I’m just curious for any one else. Did anyone end up in the ER or just get referred out as I’m expecting. Or did you go through quite a bit of time and appointments to figure it all out ? I’m just confused as what to do and if waiting may cause damage or if that’s just how it works.
2024.06.02 10:54 cloudsasw1tnesses I went from my NDad being blocked to going out to dinner with him tomorrow
I don’t know why I’m so weak. I can’t go fully no contact with my whole family yet because I am dependent on them for health insurance right now (I’m 21 and can’t get my jobs for over a year, thanks America). I blocked my Dad a little odd than two months ago because I couldn’t take it anymore but I ended up unblocking him because my EMom guilted me into it after I asked if I could take her out for her birthday and Mother’s Day instead of joining the family. He was giving me the silent treatment at first after I sent him a text saying clearly that I would not allow any more bullshit mind games etc instead of just correcting his behavior and being a Dad, but that wasn’t very surprising. I saw him at my sisters graduation at a stadium full of other families and he was all of a sudden super dad and all over me and sooo interested in college even though he didn’t give a fuck about it until I begged him for the third time to pretend he cared (I’ve struggled for years with mental health and addiction and worked really hard to get to this point and he literally tried to make it harder for me to go by refusing to give his required info for my student loans for a month). He has done so much fucked up shit to me and has fucked my mental health completely over the years. I have such a low self esteem and constantly doubt my reality and feelings. I started to feel bad for him and let my guard down a bit after my sisters graduation and responded with hearts when he said it was good to see me. This Friday I was thinking about how I want to find a better job because I do pizza delivery right now and I want to find something like a psych hospital job to give me experience since I’m studying Psychology and want to get a job when I graduate. He hates me doing pizza delivery and tormented me when I was doing Uber Eats by calling me constantly telling me to not do it and trying to scare me about how bad it was for my car no matter how many times I told him to stop. I have stopped putting up with the bullshit since November and that was one thing I got him to stop doing, he put his focus onto other ways of making me crazy and trying to feel powerful. But I had this thought that I should ask him if he knows anyone who would hire me and I texted him telling him I didn’t want to do pizza delivery anymore and listed some of the reasons he said it’s bad, honestly because I just wanted validation and to make him feel good that I listened to him. I literally laughed out loud at the narcissism in his response, he just went “makes sense!”, didn’t address me asking about if he knows anyone, and then started talking about how he’s at the gym getting swole and no ones there blah blah blah me me me. He said he misses me and I was still wanting some validation I guess because I told him I could come see him soon and he suggested dinner and I agreed. It’s 4am, I just worked a closing shift at work and I’m just thinking about how I have to spend my one off day getting dinner with him and I feel so disappointed in myself for just folding like that and trying to make him happy and feel special even though it fucks with me to just be in his presence. I will feel so insanely guilty if I cancel and I just can’t get myself to do it. I guess this is just a vent and I also would appreciate any insight or advice about how to break out of the way I am programmed to cater to him and make him feel important and loved while accepting being neglected as if that’s what I deserve. I feel like I have to make it better with him for blocking him yet I blocked him because he’s abusive and did him a favor by unblocking him and he hasn’t even owned any of his actions or apologized at all. Why do I care so fucking much about what he thinks and if he’s ok emotionally when I am fully aware he is a narcissist? I am going to try to limit the amount I share tomorrow and honestly my goal is to just make him feel cared about so that I can feel less guilt and anxiety about him feeling abandoned by me. Typing this out I realize it’s so twisted and I don’t know why I’m not staying true to myself and my needs.
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2024.06.02 10:53 GameProfessional ⚫ X RT @KwingsLetsPlays: Paper #Mario The Thousand Year Door Part 19 - https://t.co/wxqaErM8Gd#PaperMario#PaperMarioTTYD#PaperMarioTheThous…
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2024.06.02 10:43 No-Paramedic8342 ibuprofen 800mg after toradol injection?
20F, 120lbs
I was in the ER about 6 hours ago and received IV toradol and antibiotics (I believe clindamycin?) for an infected preauricular cyst that was causing significant pain (and was not responding to oral keflex) and was told to come back for the next few days to continue on IV antibiotics. I remember when I first came in the doctor telling me to take 800mg ibuprofen + 1000mg tylenol every 6 hours for the pain. When would it be ok to start this, as I know toradol and ibuprofen interact? It’s only been 6 hours and the pain is back (strong), and the nurse told me there should be some pain relief after the antibiotics. It hurts really bad but I don’t want to take it if it’s unsafe for me to. What should I do???
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I was in the ER about 6 hours ago and received IV toradol and antibiotics (I believe clindamycin?) for an infected preauricular cyst that was causing significant pain (and was not responding to oral keflex) and was told to come back for the next few days to continue on IV antibiotics. I remember when I first came in the doctor telling me to take 800mg ibuprofen + 1000mg tylenol every 6 hours for the pain. When would it be ok to start this, as I know toradol and ibuprofen interact? It’s only been 6 hours and the pain is back (strong), and the nurse told me there should be some pain relief after the antibiotics. It hurts really bad but I don’t want to take it if it’s unsafe for me to. What should I do???
2024.06.02 10:32 AdvantageEfficient47 Beziehung kaputt oder noch zu retten?
Hallo liebe Menschen!
Ich muss euch jetzt schon mal vorwarnen, dass ich mich leider nur ganz schlecht kurzfassen kann und eine unstrukturierte wall of text auf euch zukommen wird. Wäre trotzdem schön, wenn sich manche von euch die Zeit nehmen könnten, sich hier durchzuboxen und mir Rat dalassen könnten :) Danke!
Ich (w, 24) bin seit gut 7 Jahren mit meinem Partner (m, 25) zusammen. Wir wurden also mit 17 bzw. 18 ein Paar und es ist für uns beide auch die erste Beziehung. Wir leben seit 3 Jahren gemeinsam in einer Wohnung, davor habe ich auch schon in etwa 3 Jahre circa 5 von 7 Wochentage bei ihm und seinen Eltern gewohnt. Nach der Schule haben wir auch das gleiche studiert und arbeiten jetzt im gleichen Beruf. Hobbymäßig überschneidet sich vieles bei uns, wir haben uns in unseren 20ern aber auch in unterschiedliche Richtungen weiterentwickelt. Man kann somit also feststellen, dass wir sozusagen miteinander erwachsen geworden sind und die letzten 7 Jahre eigentlich so gut wie immer zusammen waren. Leider musste unsere Beziehung auch schon einen heftige Schicksalsschlag aushalten, nämlich den Tod meiner Mutter. Infolgedessen litt ich an stark depressiven Verstimmungen und erkrankte an Anorexie, welche ich mithilfe von ärztlicher und psychotherapeutischen Betreuung glücklicherweise gut überstehen konnte.
Anfangs war die Beziehung sehr intensiv und mein Freund hat sich sehr um mich bemüht. Es war extrem schön und ich habe mich sehr geliebt gefühlt. Auch sexuell lieg er für uns beide da noch super. Es dauerte aber nicht lange, da flachte sein Liebeshoch schnell ab und ich fand es traurig, dass er z.B. auf einmal nicht mehr Händchen halten wollte. Er meinte dazu, dass es ihm jetzt unangenehm sei. Er meidete nach den ersten paar Monaten Beziehung generell sämtlichen Austausch von Zärtlichkeit in der Öffentlichkeit (ich meine damit nicht sowas wie Rumschmusen, sondern viel eher weniger explizite Dinge). Aber nicht nur in der Öffentlichkeit, auch im privaten Umfeld nahm die Zärtlichkeit mit der Zeit stark ab. So küsst er mich mittlerweile nur noch selten, berührt mich nicht mehr liebevoll und wir haben kaum mehr Sex (seit dem Tod meiner Mutter war bzw. ist Lustlosigkeit allgemein ein großes Thema bei mir). Kuscheln ist eigentlich das einzige, was wir nach wir vor viel machen und ich auch sehr genieße. Es ist aber nicht nur so, dass der körperliche Part weniger wurde, ich habe allgemein das Gefühl, dass er sich gar keine Mühe mehr für die Beziehung geben möchte. Wir würden an unseren freien Tagen nur vor dem Fernseher, Handy oder PC Monitor sitzen und absolut gar nichts unternehmen, wenn ich nichts organisieren würde.
Nach viel Reflektion musste ich auch feststellen, dass mein Selbstwert, der ohnehin schon immer ziemlich im Keller war, unter der Beziehung leidet. Ich möchte ihn gar nicht als schlechten Menschen darstellen, aber da gab und gibt es doch einige Dinge, die in eine toxische Richtungen gehen. Meiner Wahrnehmung nach gibt mit mein Freund meistens indirekt die Schuld für Dinge, die in der Beziehung nicht gut laufen. Als unser Sexleben nach dem Tod meiner Mutter und den für mich daraus resultierenden psychischen Problemen quasi den Nullpunkt ansteuerte, setzte er mich durch vorwurfsvolle Aussagen und Liebesentzug (z.B. nicht mehr miteinader reden oder im Bett wortlos und ohne Körperberührung nebeneinander einschlafen) stark unter Druck. Er sagte immer, dass ich mich im Internet informieren soll, wie ich das mit der Lustlosigkeit beheben kann. Gemeinsam wollte er nie nach einer Lösung suchen. Wie man sich schon denken kann, konnten meine Recherchen im Internet das Problem nie beheben. "Du tust ja gar nichts dafür, dass es besser wird" war dann seine Antwort. Er wurde immer genervert und ich gab meine Freude am Sex quasi komplett auf und stempelte mich als "kaputt" ab. So kam es oft dazu, dass ich ihn einfach "machen ließ", wenn er Sex haben wollte, um den Frieden in der Beziehung zu bewahren und weil ich ihm gegenüber ein schlechtes Gewissen hatte. Seitdem hatte/habe ich eigentlich immer Schmerzen beim Sex. Das ist aber ein Thema, welches mein Freund ernst nimmt und ihn auch bedrückt. Heute ist es so, dass mein Freund viel weniger Sex als früher braucht, und wenn ich sage, dass es weh tut und ich aufhören möchte, hört er auch auf. Ihm zuliebe beiße ich aber doch oft trotz Schmerz durch und sage nichts, weil ich ihm das bisschen Sex, was wir noch haben, nicht enthalten möchte. Mittlerweile ist es leider so, dass ich mich nicht mehr wirklich sexuell zu ihm angezogen fühle. Ich finde ihn zwar nach wie vor sehr attraktiv, aber nach Intimität mit ihm sehne ich mich ehrlich gesagt nicht.
Aufgrund der mangelnden Zuneigung gab es in der Beziehung schon oft Phasen, in denen ich mich absolut unwohl gefühlt habe, weil ich vieles einfach hingenommen und in mich hineingefressen habe. Mir ist bewusst, dass ich in den ersten Jahren der Beziehung oft viel zu lange hingewartet habe ohne richtig die Dinge, die mich an der Beziehung stören, anzusprechen. Ich konnte aber immerhin mit meiner besten Freundin und meiner ehemaligen Therapeutin über die Beziehung sprechen und darüber reflektieren. Außerdem schrieb ich einige Briefe an meinen Freund, die ich aber immer für mich behielt. Mit der Zeit lernte ich, meine Bedürfnisse in der Beziehung besser zu erkennen und zu vermitteln, aber ich musste leider feststellen, dass mein Freund die Denkanstöße nie wirklich annahm. Er ist leider überhaupt kein romantischer Typ Mensch, aber die Romantik fehlt mir in der Beziehung sehr stark. Er braucht das einfach nicht und kann es auch nicht. Und ich versuch(t)e das zu akzeptieren. Ich möchte und kann ihn schließlich nicht von Grund auf verändern. In Hinblick auf die Zukunft empfinde ich da allerdings eine große Angst, in einer Beziehung "festzustecken", in der ich meinen Partner zwar lieb hab, ich aber eigentlich nicht wirklich glücklich bin, weil ich nicht das bekomme, was ich brauche.
Vor zwei Jahren wagte ich den Schritt einer Beziehungspause, die dann aber leider nur ein paar Tage anhielt, weil er den Kontakt sehr schnell wieder aufnahm und ich nachgab. Und dann wars auch wieder schön, weil wir wieder zusammen waren und ich meine Bedürfnisse, um die neue alte "Harmonie" aufrechtzuerhalten, wieder nach hinten schob. Und genau deswegen funktioniert die Beziehung auch denke ich. Es gibt oft Monate, in denen ich glaube, dass alles gut läuft, bis ich von einer "Kleinigkeit" wieder völlig aus der Bahn geworfen werde, die mir erst wieder bewusst macht, dass ich mich eigentlich gar nicht gewertschätzt fühle. Ich habe in der Beziehung schon einige Male an eine Trennung gedacht, aber der Gedanke erscheint mir gleichzeitig auch so surreal, weil ich ein Leben ohne ihn quasi gar nicht mehr kenne. Wer bin ich ohne ihn? Was mache ich ohne ihn? Schaffe ich ein Leben ohne ihn überhaupt? Ich habe ihn ja auch wirklich lieb und würde es mir einerseits total wünschen, dass es einfach funktionieren würde..andererseits würden Zweifel an der Beziehung wsl. doch immer wieder aufkommen und so ein Leben möchte ich nicht. Angenommen er würde mir einen Antrag machen, glaube ich nicht, dass ich guten Gewissens ja sagen könnte. Es würde sich wie eine Lüge anfühlen.
Ich könnte hier auf noch so viel mehr eingehen, aber ich fürchte, dass das den Rahmen dieses Posts sprengen würde.
Ich weiß, dass ich unbedingt das Gespräch mit ihm suchen muss, aber ich wollte durch diesen Beitrag meine Gefühle nochmal aufschreiben und sortieren. Vielleicht könnt ihr mir sogar ganz neue Inputs geben, die ich noch gar nicht bedacht habe...
Danke fürs Lesen und liebe Grüße :)
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Ich muss euch jetzt schon mal vorwarnen, dass ich mich leider nur ganz schlecht kurzfassen kann und eine unstrukturierte wall of text auf euch zukommen wird. Wäre trotzdem schön, wenn sich manche von euch die Zeit nehmen könnten, sich hier durchzuboxen und mir Rat dalassen könnten :) Danke!
Ich (w, 24) bin seit gut 7 Jahren mit meinem Partner (m, 25) zusammen. Wir wurden also mit 17 bzw. 18 ein Paar und es ist für uns beide auch die erste Beziehung. Wir leben seit 3 Jahren gemeinsam in einer Wohnung, davor habe ich auch schon in etwa 3 Jahre circa 5 von 7 Wochentage bei ihm und seinen Eltern gewohnt. Nach der Schule haben wir auch das gleiche studiert und arbeiten jetzt im gleichen Beruf. Hobbymäßig überschneidet sich vieles bei uns, wir haben uns in unseren 20ern aber auch in unterschiedliche Richtungen weiterentwickelt. Man kann somit also feststellen, dass wir sozusagen miteinander erwachsen geworden sind und die letzten 7 Jahre eigentlich so gut wie immer zusammen waren. Leider musste unsere Beziehung auch schon einen heftige Schicksalsschlag aushalten, nämlich den Tod meiner Mutter. Infolgedessen litt ich an stark depressiven Verstimmungen und erkrankte an Anorexie, welche ich mithilfe von ärztlicher und psychotherapeutischen Betreuung glücklicherweise gut überstehen konnte.
Anfangs war die Beziehung sehr intensiv und mein Freund hat sich sehr um mich bemüht. Es war extrem schön und ich habe mich sehr geliebt gefühlt. Auch sexuell lieg er für uns beide da noch super. Es dauerte aber nicht lange, da flachte sein Liebeshoch schnell ab und ich fand es traurig, dass er z.B. auf einmal nicht mehr Händchen halten wollte. Er meinte dazu, dass es ihm jetzt unangenehm sei. Er meidete nach den ersten paar Monaten Beziehung generell sämtlichen Austausch von Zärtlichkeit in der Öffentlichkeit (ich meine damit nicht sowas wie Rumschmusen, sondern viel eher weniger explizite Dinge). Aber nicht nur in der Öffentlichkeit, auch im privaten Umfeld nahm die Zärtlichkeit mit der Zeit stark ab. So küsst er mich mittlerweile nur noch selten, berührt mich nicht mehr liebevoll und wir haben kaum mehr Sex (seit dem Tod meiner Mutter war bzw. ist Lustlosigkeit allgemein ein großes Thema bei mir). Kuscheln ist eigentlich das einzige, was wir nach wir vor viel machen und ich auch sehr genieße. Es ist aber nicht nur so, dass der körperliche Part weniger wurde, ich habe allgemein das Gefühl, dass er sich gar keine Mühe mehr für die Beziehung geben möchte. Wir würden an unseren freien Tagen nur vor dem Fernseher, Handy oder PC Monitor sitzen und absolut gar nichts unternehmen, wenn ich nichts organisieren würde.
Nach viel Reflektion musste ich auch feststellen, dass mein Selbstwert, der ohnehin schon immer ziemlich im Keller war, unter der Beziehung leidet. Ich möchte ihn gar nicht als schlechten Menschen darstellen, aber da gab und gibt es doch einige Dinge, die in eine toxische Richtungen gehen. Meiner Wahrnehmung nach gibt mit mein Freund meistens indirekt die Schuld für Dinge, die in der Beziehung nicht gut laufen. Als unser Sexleben nach dem Tod meiner Mutter und den für mich daraus resultierenden psychischen Problemen quasi den Nullpunkt ansteuerte, setzte er mich durch vorwurfsvolle Aussagen und Liebesentzug (z.B. nicht mehr miteinader reden oder im Bett wortlos und ohne Körperberührung nebeneinander einschlafen) stark unter Druck. Er sagte immer, dass ich mich im Internet informieren soll, wie ich das mit der Lustlosigkeit beheben kann. Gemeinsam wollte er nie nach einer Lösung suchen. Wie man sich schon denken kann, konnten meine Recherchen im Internet das Problem nie beheben. "Du tust ja gar nichts dafür, dass es besser wird" war dann seine Antwort. Er wurde immer genervert und ich gab meine Freude am Sex quasi komplett auf und stempelte mich als "kaputt" ab. So kam es oft dazu, dass ich ihn einfach "machen ließ", wenn er Sex haben wollte, um den Frieden in der Beziehung zu bewahren und weil ich ihm gegenüber ein schlechtes Gewissen hatte. Seitdem hatte/habe ich eigentlich immer Schmerzen beim Sex. Das ist aber ein Thema, welches mein Freund ernst nimmt und ihn auch bedrückt. Heute ist es so, dass mein Freund viel weniger Sex als früher braucht, und wenn ich sage, dass es weh tut und ich aufhören möchte, hört er auch auf. Ihm zuliebe beiße ich aber doch oft trotz Schmerz durch und sage nichts, weil ich ihm das bisschen Sex, was wir noch haben, nicht enthalten möchte. Mittlerweile ist es leider so, dass ich mich nicht mehr wirklich sexuell zu ihm angezogen fühle. Ich finde ihn zwar nach wie vor sehr attraktiv, aber nach Intimität mit ihm sehne ich mich ehrlich gesagt nicht.
Aufgrund der mangelnden Zuneigung gab es in der Beziehung schon oft Phasen, in denen ich mich absolut unwohl gefühlt habe, weil ich vieles einfach hingenommen und in mich hineingefressen habe. Mir ist bewusst, dass ich in den ersten Jahren der Beziehung oft viel zu lange hingewartet habe ohne richtig die Dinge, die mich an der Beziehung stören, anzusprechen. Ich konnte aber immerhin mit meiner besten Freundin und meiner ehemaligen Therapeutin über die Beziehung sprechen und darüber reflektieren. Außerdem schrieb ich einige Briefe an meinen Freund, die ich aber immer für mich behielt. Mit der Zeit lernte ich, meine Bedürfnisse in der Beziehung besser zu erkennen und zu vermitteln, aber ich musste leider feststellen, dass mein Freund die Denkanstöße nie wirklich annahm. Er ist leider überhaupt kein romantischer Typ Mensch, aber die Romantik fehlt mir in der Beziehung sehr stark. Er braucht das einfach nicht und kann es auch nicht. Und ich versuch(t)e das zu akzeptieren. Ich möchte und kann ihn schließlich nicht von Grund auf verändern. In Hinblick auf die Zukunft empfinde ich da allerdings eine große Angst, in einer Beziehung "festzustecken", in der ich meinen Partner zwar lieb hab, ich aber eigentlich nicht wirklich glücklich bin, weil ich nicht das bekomme, was ich brauche.
Vor zwei Jahren wagte ich den Schritt einer Beziehungspause, die dann aber leider nur ein paar Tage anhielt, weil er den Kontakt sehr schnell wieder aufnahm und ich nachgab. Und dann wars auch wieder schön, weil wir wieder zusammen waren und ich meine Bedürfnisse, um die neue alte "Harmonie" aufrechtzuerhalten, wieder nach hinten schob. Und genau deswegen funktioniert die Beziehung auch denke ich. Es gibt oft Monate, in denen ich glaube, dass alles gut läuft, bis ich von einer "Kleinigkeit" wieder völlig aus der Bahn geworfen werde, die mir erst wieder bewusst macht, dass ich mich eigentlich gar nicht gewertschätzt fühle. Ich habe in der Beziehung schon einige Male an eine Trennung gedacht, aber der Gedanke erscheint mir gleichzeitig auch so surreal, weil ich ein Leben ohne ihn quasi gar nicht mehr kenne. Wer bin ich ohne ihn? Was mache ich ohne ihn? Schaffe ich ein Leben ohne ihn überhaupt? Ich habe ihn ja auch wirklich lieb und würde es mir einerseits total wünschen, dass es einfach funktionieren würde..andererseits würden Zweifel an der Beziehung wsl. doch immer wieder aufkommen und so ein Leben möchte ich nicht. Angenommen er würde mir einen Antrag machen, glaube ich nicht, dass ich guten Gewissens ja sagen könnte. Es würde sich wie eine Lüge anfühlen.
Ich könnte hier auf noch so viel mehr eingehen, aber ich fürchte, dass das den Rahmen dieses Posts sprengen würde.
Ich weiß, dass ich unbedingt das Gespräch mit ihm suchen muss, aber ich wollte durch diesen Beitrag meine Gefühle nochmal aufschreiben und sortieren. Vielleicht könnt ihr mir sogar ganz neue Inputs geben, die ich noch gar nicht bedacht habe...
Danke fürs Lesen und liebe Grüße :)
2024.06.02 09:53 Weekly_Setting_8610 I think my roommate's boyfriend is lying to him about how often, and how much, he drinks..
Tonight, I think my roommate's boyfriend was having symptoms of a low heart rate. He's been drinking two drinks a day, he'd said, consistently for a month. His hands and feet were tingling. His skin was cold. He was cold. He looked like a ghost. And he'd vomited today, about 12 hours after he'd had his last drink.
I tried to get him to call out of work tomorrow, but he wouldn't. His blood circulation seemed low, and very concerning. If he gets sick again tonight, or his skin starts tingling again, I'm going to make him go to the ER whether he does or does not want to.
I don't have a pulse oximeter, or I'd have checked his pulse. He seemed oriented, but his symptoms mimicked a heart problem. He was wrapped up in two blankets, freezing, when I came downstairs. Wrapped up like a little white ghost hiding in a closet.
I told him he needed to try and stop drinking. I know overindulgence can cause the heart to weaken over long periods of time due to scar tissue. He didn't want to go to the ER. So I told him I'd leave him alone, but if his hands or feet went numb again, I was making him go.
In the past month, when he's came over, he's left in the middle of hanging out with my roommate, very much to my roommate's confusion. Various things were told to be causing his leaving, as related to anxiety, mostly. Yet, after what happened tonight, I'm begining to believe he's been leaving to drink, prior to returning. My roommate said he had beer cans all over his apartment bathroom, and had brought it to his attention. But had been reassured it wasn't an issue, as they were not his. It made sense to my roommate at the time, because his boyfriend does not live alone, and shares the bathroom.
I'm starting to think it is a big issue for him, though. Possibly one that has been going on much, much, much, longer than a month. This would make sense, as it seems it's to the point of it impacting his blood pressure/nervous system.
Should I bring up these concerns with my roommate? I don't want to be disrespectful, but if his boyfriend has had an ongoing issue, he deserves to know, and deserves an honest answer. I believe his boyfriend has been hiding the severity of his alcoholism. I'm very worried about this dude.
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I tried to get him to call out of work tomorrow, but he wouldn't. His blood circulation seemed low, and very concerning. If he gets sick again tonight, or his skin starts tingling again, I'm going to make him go to the ER whether he does or does not want to.
I don't have a pulse oximeter, or I'd have checked his pulse. He seemed oriented, but his symptoms mimicked a heart problem. He was wrapped up in two blankets, freezing, when I came downstairs. Wrapped up like a little white ghost hiding in a closet.
I told him he needed to try and stop drinking. I know overindulgence can cause the heart to weaken over long periods of time due to scar tissue. He didn't want to go to the ER. So I told him I'd leave him alone, but if his hands or feet went numb again, I was making him go.
In the past month, when he's came over, he's left in the middle of hanging out with my roommate, very much to my roommate's confusion. Various things were told to be causing his leaving, as related to anxiety, mostly. Yet, after what happened tonight, I'm begining to believe he's been leaving to drink, prior to returning. My roommate said he had beer cans all over his apartment bathroom, and had brought it to his attention. But had been reassured it wasn't an issue, as they were not his. It made sense to my roommate at the time, because his boyfriend does not live alone, and shares the bathroom.
I'm starting to think it is a big issue for him, though. Possibly one that has been going on much, much, much, longer than a month. This would make sense, as it seems it's to the point of it impacting his blood pressure/nervous system.
Should I bring up these concerns with my roommate? I don't want to be disrespectful, but if his boyfriend has had an ongoing issue, he deserves to know, and deserves an honest answer. I believe his boyfriend has been hiding the severity of his alcoholism. I'm very worried about this dude.
2024.06.02 09:52 Complete-Shock899 I Believe I may have cancer but my Parents don’t believe me. I don’t blame them.
I am 17 years old. I have struggled with ocd all my life and just recently got diagnosed a few months back and have been on many pills trying to help. I have also been very sick off and on since middle school. Missing a lot of school. I’ve had bad stomach pain. I had my appendix taken out in 6th grade. I Have taken every tes and screening under the sun. And recently had my gallbladder removed. My Gi Doctor recently moved me onto a cardiologist because he believes that all my Gi problems are gone and that I may have POTS. On top of all my stomach pain, nausea, and vomiting from my gallbladder I have been having sinking spells. I’ve been very fatigued and tired. Not able to do much physical labor becoming very hot and sweaty. My vision going black and getting close to passing out. I was sent to the cardiologist and he basically just said he doesn’t know for sure if I have POTS but I fall under the spectrum and to try and up my salt intake by double the average and get more excerise. Which really sucked because I haven’t been able to function like a normal human being the last few months. Missing work. But I understand there’s not much you can do for pots besides just lifestyle changes so it will take time. So I just said ok and have been doing all the things he asked of me. But recently I’ve noticed it’s just getting worse and I’m having other symptoms. I’m still having all my stomach pain and nausea from eating. My fatigue very bad. But I’ve also started to have lots of night sweats which isn’t normal for me. And itchy skin. Especially when laying in bed. I washed my sheets thinking maybe it had just been too long (don’t judge I’ve been sick!) but all the symptoms are still there. And just yesterday I noticed a lump in my armpit. Now. With all this. It’s all symptoms of lymphoma. But. Sadly in the past due to my ocd I’m terrified of cancer. I convince myself I have it all of the time. In the past I’ve cried myself to sleep every night thinking that was my last and I was dying of cancer. My parents have went and got my blood drawn and had screenings to make me feel better. They always come out perfectly fine. So even though I’m showing symptoms they don’t really care and don’t want to do any tests. My mom has grown really frustrated with me. And yelled at me today when I told her about how nervous I am. I tried to explain to her that I understand how annoying it is and that it’s not rational. I told her to picture how annoying it was for me. Being so scared and panicked and being genuinely terrified but when I express it to my parents they laugh and make fun of me or yell. I understand how annoying it must be. I get why she yells. But it’s making it worse. I feel like I’m not being heard. I started to think harder about if I’m just having an episode or if this is a genuine concern. A month ago when my gallbladder was removed they also drew my blood. I figure they would find something then and that I’m ok. But then I remember how so many doctors told me I was ok for years to actually find out that I had a genuine problem and my gallbladder wasn’t functioning. Doctors don’t really make me feel heard. They’ve told me my pain is all in my head and it’s just anxiety before. So I think I’m just not the most trusting of doctors. But. I’ve had a cat scan on my stomach recently for my surgery nothing suspicious. And blood work with no suspicious things. So I’m probably just freaking out for no reason. But the symptoms and how they’re worsening just really scares me. I’m just scared that I may have become the girl who cried wolf by my past freak outs. And something is actually wrong. I don’t really want to ask my mom again because I don’t want to get yelled at. Any thoughts or advice would be so helpful. If you think I’m just crazy or maybe something is happening:)
There is a reasonable explanation for a few of my recent symptoms. The swollen lymph node in my armpit. I recently put in all of my ear piercings after not having them in for 8 months. It was a bit of a struggle and the lump showed up right after. So it could be as simple as that. Also. I live in Texas and summer is here. So the night sweats could just be because it’s getting hotter. But I’ve never really sweat that much before but I’m 17 and on hormonal birth control so my hormones are a bit all over the place so it could just be that. My itchy skin I’m really not sure. It could just be anxiety symptom. I’ve been having very bad nightmares the last few months and they make me too anxious to go to sleep. It feels like bugs are crawling all over me right before I’m about to fall asleep and it wakes me up. All those symptoms could definitely be explained. All my stomach problems nausea and puking is obviously due to my gallbladder surgery. It’s not going to get better over night. It’s been a month and a half since. And I probably just need to keep recovering. I’ve been following a low fat diet. And my fatigue is probably just the POTS. I haven’t been on the double salt and double excersise for longer than a week. So I think I maybe just need to give it some time. Thinking as rationally as I can. All of these things make sense. But I am still not able to stop obsessing over the thoughts. I’m scared. I just wish I had someone that understood. I recently had to drop my therapist due to opening up about my intrusive thoughts and her making me feel judged. I don’t think it was her intention but I’ve asked her about it and tried to get over it but it’s left a bad taste in my mouth and I can’t move on. So I’m looking for someone else to try and help me through my ocd and anxiety. I think I wish my parents didn’t laugh when I tell them how scared I am. I have massive panic attacks and cry myself to sleep mostly everyday. And I get it’s funny that I roll out of my room in the morning deciding I have cancer. But it’s genuinely scary for me. And I wish that maybe my mom didn’t yell at me for it. I get how frustrating it is. How annoying it could be. But I need to depend on her. That doesn’t mean I think she should take me right up to the er and get testings done every time I think I’m dying of cancer or something else terminal. Because that’s just enabling my unhealthy behavior. I understand that. I think I wish she talked me through it. Or talked me down from my high. Yelling and laughing makes it worse. My parents have told me if I keep stressing it I’m gonna manifest it into reality and actually get cancer. And I get that it’s just a silly joke. But later when my brain is spiraling I actually convince myself that will happen. Whatever I’m definitely fine. The doctors have done everything under the sun for me. I just need to get over myself. But who knows I could have lymphoma and I’m not nuts. But I think I’d definitely rather just be nuts.
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There is a reasonable explanation for a few of my recent symptoms. The swollen lymph node in my armpit. I recently put in all of my ear piercings after not having them in for 8 months. It was a bit of a struggle and the lump showed up right after. So it could be as simple as that. Also. I live in Texas and summer is here. So the night sweats could just be because it’s getting hotter. But I’ve never really sweat that much before but I’m 17 and on hormonal birth control so my hormones are a bit all over the place so it could just be that. My itchy skin I’m really not sure. It could just be anxiety symptom. I’ve been having very bad nightmares the last few months and they make me too anxious to go to sleep. It feels like bugs are crawling all over me right before I’m about to fall asleep and it wakes me up. All those symptoms could definitely be explained. All my stomach problems nausea and puking is obviously due to my gallbladder surgery. It’s not going to get better over night. It’s been a month and a half since. And I probably just need to keep recovering. I’ve been following a low fat diet. And my fatigue is probably just the POTS. I haven’t been on the double salt and double excersise for longer than a week. So I think I maybe just need to give it some time. Thinking as rationally as I can. All of these things make sense. But I am still not able to stop obsessing over the thoughts. I’m scared. I just wish I had someone that understood. I recently had to drop my therapist due to opening up about my intrusive thoughts and her making me feel judged. I don’t think it was her intention but I’ve asked her about it and tried to get over it but it’s left a bad taste in my mouth and I can’t move on. So I’m looking for someone else to try and help me through my ocd and anxiety. I think I wish my parents didn’t laugh when I tell them how scared I am. I have massive panic attacks and cry myself to sleep mostly everyday. And I get it’s funny that I roll out of my room in the morning deciding I have cancer. But it’s genuinely scary for me. And I wish that maybe my mom didn’t yell at me for it. I get how frustrating it is. How annoying it could be. But I need to depend on her. That doesn’t mean I think she should take me right up to the er and get testings done every time I think I’m dying of cancer or something else terminal. Because that’s just enabling my unhealthy behavior. I understand that. I think I wish she talked me through it. Or talked me down from my high. Yelling and laughing makes it worse. My parents have told me if I keep stressing it I’m gonna manifest it into reality and actually get cancer. And I get that it’s just a silly joke. But later when my brain is spiraling I actually convince myself that will happen. Whatever I’m definitely fine. The doctors have done everything under the sun for me. I just need to get over myself. But who knows I could have lymphoma and I’m not nuts. But I think I’d definitely rather just be nuts.
2024.06.02 09:40 ThrowRAfemcelmeow My (F22) ex (M22) was assaulted today, I reached out and he says he wants to talk?
My ex (from previous post) was in a life threatening hate motivated crime today for wearing a crop top. I reached out to him over text and unblocked him to see if he is ok, and he says he wants to talk. He broke up with me over text last week, and even when seeing him in person (we live in a very small town) he did not say a word to me. Our last texts of him dumping me were him saying to just leave his stuff on my porch, which felt very final and I had honestly just blocked and accepted that it was ovetime to move on. I never understood why he ended things but honestly don’t really think that I need to know? I’m worried that if we do talk it will just reopen things and hurt me again for kind of no reason. I mean things didn’t work out, but I guess it would be healthier to talk through the breakup now? What do yall think, I’m very conflicted and confused honestly. Also sorry if this is kind of hard to understand I’m really sleep deprived
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2024.06.02 09:38 Accurate-Response-84 Boy bsf pretended suicide attempt. (Tw: sh, suicidal topics)
I (13f) have a boy bsf (12m) who we will call Alex. We both go to the same school, same class and we sit together in french lessons which means 5h a week. We started talking and found out we hade similar interests such as good grades, soccer, cars. About 2 weeks or so after familiarising, he sent me 1 loooooong paragraph and told me "can you send this to my bestfriend" ( 12f who we will call chloe). I answered with something like ’yeah sure’ and started reading the paragraph before sending. It was saying he no longer wanted to be friends with chloe, saying chloe abandoned him and doesn't love him anymore and that she became a pick me hanging out with the new girl in school who we will call mary. Mind you, chloe is the nicest person you will ever meet. I was like send it yourself why should it be me, he started having a stroke or idk and faking nervous tics (it was obvioooooouus). I sent it. They both would'nt talk to each other after that.
Alex and I became bestfriends after that as i started making other friend such as mary and chloe. One day Alex and i were chatting on whatsapp when I asked him a simple ’wyd’ he said ’nothing’. That kind of made me giggle but also suspicious. I answers ’what kind of nothing? Better not be smth corny..!’ when he should’ve atleast laughed a little, i think, he answered ’yeah just something..’.
I started worrying asking him to tell me so he siad: here’s a clue, sharpener blade. I froze.
He couldn't be doing that could he...
I told him to stop right now and here and asked him to clarify what he was doing since i had the possibility to tell his sister the next day at school so she could help him. He said ’yk already...’
I just sat silent infront of my screen. After 10 minutes my phone buzzed ’hey i was just joking lol! Wyd? Im watching tiktok btw’
I told him: ’debating whether i should block you for that joke or not..’
I got blocked instead, he insulted me in a common gc and made fun of me infront of his friends the next day at school. Thankfully after that it was the weekend. He unblocked me and gaslight me into thinking i was the problem. I had created the issue..
He has gaslight me into thinking that forever after that.
Fast-forward a couple of months later it comes out that he started $H. He would only do a couuuuple of not even cutting his skin deep cuts, like a paper cut would hurt more and pretending he couldn't move his arm and shaking it like it was a tic. To not embarasss him i played along but that guy was draining me looking back. He would then guilt trip me into staying friends.
After all of that i also started $H but i went to deep more then once. I couldn't stop the bleeding. He saw it on my hands and thought i was trying to 1 up him so he started sh deeper and told me he wanted to commit suicide...
Mind you, a looot of my friends including chloe and mary (let’s add katie for the context which is my bsf just before alex) had told me to get away from him but i didnt listen.
One day, when it was a holiday my mother took my phone away cuz i had too much screen time. For the first week i couldnt talk with him. When i had my phone back, he siad he loved me, that he was about to khs if i left ect... I snapped. I told him he could stop pretending and I knew he only wanted attention. I told him I commited $H bcz of him.
He said ’ok.’ ’i will just go actually suicide if you dont wanna believe’
I started feeling bad but it was already midnight so i shut my phone down and went to sleep. Next day he texted me a ’hello.’ at about 1pm. I answered ’hey alex...’ Heres how it went:
Alex: this isnt alex its his sister Me: huh what happened Alex: alex commited a suicide attempt he is in the hospital. Me: panicking, i called my mom who was at work and she asked for alex’s parnet’s number. Alex: uh..we can’t do that but i can text her from alex’s number. Me: ok ill send it to her.
After 15 minutes, mom calls. She doesn't believe any of that because alexs sistser ’can’t call’ because she is driving but can text ?
Mom tells me to give my phone to the maid. I do. I keep texting Alex on my computer and he said he loves me, he couldnt live without me and i started thinking everything was my fault. My sister caught me texting him and told my mom who told me to also give my laptop to the maid. I waited until she comes back from work and mom tells to stop talking to this alex and that he is only hurting me, and if maybe this was real the parents would call. I agreed and the next couple of days were off school. On monday i told him and also told chloe’ katie and mary i couldnt talk with him be didnt specify why. Katie seemed to have a problem with me still talking to him occasionally. She proceeded to ignoring me so now i had lost both my bsf.
A couple days went by and alex comes to me sayinghis cousin took his phone and all that suicide attempt thing wasnt real. I pretended to believe him.
The next day, he askes me whats weong i tell him i just lost both my bsfs. He siad he was sorry and we went about our day.
Fast-forward lunch i couldn't hold it in anymore and had a mental breakdown talking with mary. She went to go speak with katie whom said she isn't planning on becoming friends again and then to alex. He mocked me when i told him i lost 2 of my bsfs, made fun of my problems and other stuff.
Mary came to me and told me all that what he told her. I started having a panick attack but soon my friends consoled me. During lunch j would see katie and alex walking by laughing.
After lunch we had class when i had another mental breakdown. The teacher told me to leave the classroom and tell her whats wrong. Apparently when we were outside mary had told to the whole class i may want to die now bcz of katie(. But at this period i still didnt know).
The next day after school alex finally admitted: he wasntin the hospital he didnt do an attempt and he only wanted attention.
But katie still refuses to talk to me.
I dont know what to do please help me.
And am i the asshole?
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Alex and I became bestfriends after that as i started making other friend such as mary and chloe. One day Alex and i were chatting on whatsapp when I asked him a simple ’wyd’ he said ’nothing’. That kind of made me giggle but also suspicious. I answers ’what kind of nothing? Better not be smth corny..!’ when he should’ve atleast laughed a little, i think, he answered ’yeah just something..’.
I started worrying asking him to tell me so he siad: here’s a clue, sharpener blade. I froze.
He couldn't be doing that could he...
I told him to stop right now and here and asked him to clarify what he was doing since i had the possibility to tell his sister the next day at school so she could help him. He said ’yk already...’
I just sat silent infront of my screen. After 10 minutes my phone buzzed ’hey i was just joking lol! Wyd? Im watching tiktok btw’
I told him: ’debating whether i should block you for that joke or not..’
I got blocked instead, he insulted me in a common gc and made fun of me infront of his friends the next day at school. Thankfully after that it was the weekend. He unblocked me and gaslight me into thinking i was the problem. I had created the issue..
He has gaslight me into thinking that forever after that.
Fast-forward a couple of months later it comes out that he started $H. He would only do a couuuuple of not even cutting his skin deep cuts, like a paper cut would hurt more and pretending he couldn't move his arm and shaking it like it was a tic. To not embarasss him i played along but that guy was draining me looking back. He would then guilt trip me into staying friends.
After all of that i also started $H but i went to deep more then once. I couldn't stop the bleeding. He saw it on my hands and thought i was trying to 1 up him so he started sh deeper and told me he wanted to commit suicide...
Mind you, a looot of my friends including chloe and mary (let’s add katie for the context which is my bsf just before alex) had told me to get away from him but i didnt listen.
One day, when it was a holiday my mother took my phone away cuz i had too much screen time. For the first week i couldnt talk with him. When i had my phone back, he siad he loved me, that he was about to khs if i left ect... I snapped. I told him he could stop pretending and I knew he only wanted attention. I told him I commited $H bcz of him.
He said ’ok.’ ’i will just go actually suicide if you dont wanna believe’
I started feeling bad but it was already midnight so i shut my phone down and went to sleep. Next day he texted me a ’hello.’ at about 1pm. I answered ’hey alex...’ Heres how it went:
Alex: this isnt alex its his sister Me: huh what happened Alex: alex commited a suicide attempt he is in the hospital. Me: panicking, i called my mom who was at work and she asked for alex’s parnet’s number. Alex: uh..we can’t do that but i can text her from alex’s number. Me: ok ill send it to her.
After 15 minutes, mom calls. She doesn't believe any of that because alexs sistser ’can’t call’ because she is driving but can text ?
Mom tells me to give my phone to the maid. I do. I keep texting Alex on my computer and he said he loves me, he couldnt live without me and i started thinking everything was my fault. My sister caught me texting him and told my mom who told me to also give my laptop to the maid. I waited until she comes back from work and mom tells to stop talking to this alex and that he is only hurting me, and if maybe this was real the parents would call. I agreed and the next couple of days were off school. On monday i told him and also told chloe’ katie and mary i couldnt talk with him be didnt specify why. Katie seemed to have a problem with me still talking to him occasionally. She proceeded to ignoring me so now i had lost both my bsf.
A couple days went by and alex comes to me sayinghis cousin took his phone and all that suicide attempt thing wasnt real. I pretended to believe him.
The next day, he askes me whats weong i tell him i just lost both my bsfs. He siad he was sorry and we went about our day.
Fast-forward lunch i couldn't hold it in anymore and had a mental breakdown talking with mary. She went to go speak with katie whom said she isn't planning on becoming friends again and then to alex. He mocked me when i told him i lost 2 of my bsfs, made fun of my problems and other stuff.
Mary came to me and told me all that what he told her. I started having a panick attack but soon my friends consoled me. During lunch j would see katie and alex walking by laughing.
After lunch we had class when i had another mental breakdown. The teacher told me to leave the classroom and tell her whats wrong. Apparently when we were outside mary had told to the whole class i may want to die now bcz of katie(. But at this period i still didnt know).
The next day after school alex finally admitted: he wasntin the hospital he didnt do an attempt and he only wanted attention.
But katie still refuses to talk to me.
I dont know what to do please help me.
And am i the asshole?
2024.06.02 09:36 Accurate-Response-84 Boy bsf pretends suicide (tw: sh, suicidal topics.)
I (13f) have a boy bsf (12m) who we will call Alex. We both go to the same school, same class and we sit together in french lessons which means 5h a week. We started talking and found out we hade similar interests such as good grades, soccer, cars. About 2 weeks or so after familiarising, he sent me 1 loooooong paragraph and told me "can you send this to my bestfriend" ( 12f who we will call chloe). I answered with something like ’yeah sure’ and started reading the paragraph before sending. It was saying he no longer wanted to be friends with chloe, saying chloe abandoned him and doesn't love him anymore and that she became a pick me hanging out with the new girl in school who we will call mary. Mind you, chloe is the nicest person you will ever meet. I was like send it yourself why should it be me, he started having a stroke or idk and faking nervous tics (it was obvioooooouus). I sent it. They both would'nt talk to each other after that.
Alex and I became bestfriends after that as i started making other friend such as mary and chloe. One day Alex and i were chatting on whatsapp when I asked him a simple ’wyd’ he said ’nothing’. That kind of made me giggle but also suspicious. I answers ’what kind of nothing? Better not be smth corny..!’ when he should’ve atleast laughed a little, i think, he answered ’yeah just something..’.
I started worrying asking him to tell me so he siad: here’s a clue, sharpener blade. I froze.
He couldn't be doing that could he...
I told him to stop right now and here and asked him to clarify what he was doing since i had the possibility to tell his sister the next day at school so she could help him. He said ’yk already...’
I just sat silent infront of my screen. After 10 minutes my phone buzzed ’hey i was just joking lol! Wyd? Im watching tiktok btw’
I told him: ’debating whether i should block you for that joke or not..’
I got blocked instead, he insulted me in a common gc and made fun of me infront of his friends the next day at school. Thankfully after that it was the weekend. He unblocked me and gaslight me into thinking i was the problem. I had created the issue..
He has gaslight me into thinking that forever after that.
Fast-forward a couple of months later it comes out that he started $H. He would only do a couuuuple of not even cutting his skin deep cuts, like a paper cut would hurt more and pretending he couldn't move his arm and shaking it like it was a tic. To not embarasss him i played along but that guy was draining me looking back. He would then guilt trip me into staying friends.
After all of that i also started $H but i went to deep more then once. I couldn't stop the bleeding. He saw it on my hands and thought i was trying to 1 up him so he started sh deeper and told me he wanted to commit suicide...
Mind you, a looot of my friends including chloe and mary (let’s add katie for the context which is my bsf just before alex) had told me to get away from him but i didnt listen.
One day, when it was a holiday my mother took my phone away cuz i had too much screen time. For the first week i couldnt talk with him. When i had my phone back, he siad he loved me, that he was about to khs if i left ect... I snapped. I told him he could stop pretending and I knew he only wanted attention. I told him I commited $H bcz of him.
He said ’ok.’ ’i will just go actually suicide if you dont wanna believe’
I started feeling bad but it was already midnight so i shut my phone down and went to sleep. Next day he texted me a ’hello.’ at about 1pm. I answered ’hey alex...’ Heres how it went:
Alex: this isnt alex its his sister Me: huh what happened Alex: alex commited a suicide attempt he is in the hospital. Me: panicking, i called my mom who was at work and she asked for alex’s parnet’s number. Alex: uh..we can’t do that but i can text her from alex’s number. Me: ok ill send it to her.
After 15 minutes, mom calls. She doesn't believe any of that because alexs sistser ’can’t call’ because she is driving but can text ?
Mom tells me to give my phone to the maid. I do. I keep texting Alex on my computer and he said he loves me, he couldnt live without me and i started thinking everything was my fault. My sister caught me texting him and told my mom who told me to also give my laptop to the maid. I waited until she comes back from work and mom tells to stop talking to this alex and that he is only hurting me, and if maybe this was real the parents would call. I agreed and the next couple of days were off school. On monday i told him and also told chloe’ katie and mary i couldnt talk with him be didnt specify why. Katie seemed to have a problem with me still talking to him occasionally. She proceeded to ignoring me so now i had lost both my bsf.
A couple days went by and alex comes to me sayinghis cousin took his phone and all that suicide attempt thing wasnt real. I pretended to believe him.
The next day, he askes me whats weong i tell him i just lost both my bsfs. He siad he was sorry and we went about our day.
Fast-forward lunch i couldn't hold it in anymore and had a mental breakdown talking with mary. She went to go speak with katie whom said she isn't planning on becoming friends again and then to alex. He mocked me when i told him i lost 2 of my bsfs, made fun of my problems and other stuff.
Mary came to me and told me all that what he told her. I started having a panick attack but soon my friends consoled me. During lunch j would see katie and alex walking by laughing.
After lunch we had class when i had another mental breakdown. The teacher told me to leave the classroom and tell her whats wrong. Apparently when we were outside mary had told to the whole class i may want to die now bcz of katie(. But at this period i still didnt know).
The next day after school alex finally admitted: he wasntin the hospital he didnt do an attempt and he only wanted attention.
But katie still refuses to talk to me.
I dont know what to do please help me.
And am i the asshole?
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Alex and I became bestfriends after that as i started making other friend such as mary and chloe. One day Alex and i were chatting on whatsapp when I asked him a simple ’wyd’ he said ’nothing’. That kind of made me giggle but also suspicious. I answers ’what kind of nothing? Better not be smth corny..!’ when he should’ve atleast laughed a little, i think, he answered ’yeah just something..’.
I started worrying asking him to tell me so he siad: here’s a clue, sharpener blade. I froze.
He couldn't be doing that could he...
I told him to stop right now and here and asked him to clarify what he was doing since i had the possibility to tell his sister the next day at school so she could help him. He said ’yk already...’
I just sat silent infront of my screen. After 10 minutes my phone buzzed ’hey i was just joking lol! Wyd? Im watching tiktok btw’
I told him: ’debating whether i should block you for that joke or not..’
I got blocked instead, he insulted me in a common gc and made fun of me infront of his friends the next day at school. Thankfully after that it was the weekend. He unblocked me and gaslight me into thinking i was the problem. I had created the issue..
He has gaslight me into thinking that forever after that.
Fast-forward a couple of months later it comes out that he started $H. He would only do a couuuuple of not even cutting his skin deep cuts, like a paper cut would hurt more and pretending he couldn't move his arm and shaking it like it was a tic. To not embarasss him i played along but that guy was draining me looking back. He would then guilt trip me into staying friends.
After all of that i also started $H but i went to deep more then once. I couldn't stop the bleeding. He saw it on my hands and thought i was trying to 1 up him so he started sh deeper and told me he wanted to commit suicide...
Mind you, a looot of my friends including chloe and mary (let’s add katie for the context which is my bsf just before alex) had told me to get away from him but i didnt listen.
One day, when it was a holiday my mother took my phone away cuz i had too much screen time. For the first week i couldnt talk with him. When i had my phone back, he siad he loved me, that he was about to khs if i left ect... I snapped. I told him he could stop pretending and I knew he only wanted attention. I told him I commited $H bcz of him.
He said ’ok.’ ’i will just go actually suicide if you dont wanna believe’
I started feeling bad but it was already midnight so i shut my phone down and went to sleep. Next day he texted me a ’hello.’ at about 1pm. I answered ’hey alex...’ Heres how it went:
Alex: this isnt alex its his sister Me: huh what happened Alex: alex commited a suicide attempt he is in the hospital. Me: panicking, i called my mom who was at work and she asked for alex’s parnet’s number. Alex: uh..we can’t do that but i can text her from alex’s number. Me: ok ill send it to her.
After 15 minutes, mom calls. She doesn't believe any of that because alexs sistser ’can’t call’ because she is driving but can text ?
Mom tells me to give my phone to the maid. I do. I keep texting Alex on my computer and he said he loves me, he couldnt live without me and i started thinking everything was my fault. My sister caught me texting him and told my mom who told me to also give my laptop to the maid. I waited until she comes back from work and mom tells to stop talking to this alex and that he is only hurting me, and if maybe this was real the parents would call. I agreed and the next couple of days were off school. On monday i told him and also told chloe’ katie and mary i couldnt talk with him be didnt specify why. Katie seemed to have a problem with me still talking to him occasionally. She proceeded to ignoring me so now i had lost both my bsf.
A couple days went by and alex comes to me sayinghis cousin took his phone and all that suicide attempt thing wasnt real. I pretended to believe him.
The next day, he askes me whats weong i tell him i just lost both my bsfs. He siad he was sorry and we went about our day.
Fast-forward lunch i couldn't hold it in anymore and had a mental breakdown talking with mary. She went to go speak with katie whom said she isn't planning on becoming friends again and then to alex. He mocked me when i told him i lost 2 of my bsfs, made fun of my problems and other stuff.
Mary came to me and told me all that what he told her. I started having a panick attack but soon my friends consoled me. During lunch j would see katie and alex walking by laughing.
After lunch we had class when i had another mental breakdown. The teacher told me to leave the classroom and tell her whats wrong. Apparently when we were outside mary had told to the whole class i may want to die now bcz of katie(. But at this period i still didnt know).
The next day after school alex finally admitted: he wasntin the hospital he didnt do an attempt and he only wanted attention.
But katie still refuses to talk to me.
I dont know what to do please help me.
And am i the asshole?
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2024.06.02 09:34 Accurate-Response-84 My boy bsf pretend a suicide attempt. (TW: SH, SUICIDAL TOPICS)
I (13f) have a boy bsf (12m) who we will call Alex. We both go to the same school, same class and we sit together in french lessons which means 5h a week. We started talking and found out we hade similar interests such as good grades, soccer, cars. About 2 weeks or so after familiarising, he sent me 1 loooooong paragraph and told me "can you send this to my bestfriend" ( 12f who we will call chloe). I answered with something like ’yeah sure’ and started reading the paragraph before sending. It was saying he no longer wanted to be friends with chloe, saying chloe abandoned him and doesn't love him anymore and that she became a pick me hanging out with the new girl in school who we will call mary. Mind you, chloe is the nicest person you will ever meet. I was like send it yourself why should it be me, he started having a stroke or idk and faking nervous tics (it was obvioooooouus). I sent it. They both would'nt talk to each other after that.
Alex and I became bestfriends after that as i started making other friend such as mary and chloe. One day Alex and i were chatting on whatsapp when I asked him a simple ’wyd’ he said ’nothing’. That kind of made me giggle but also suspicious. I answers ’what kind of nothing? Better not be smth corny..!’ when he should’ve atleast laughed a little, i think, he answered ’yeah just something..’.
I started worrying asking him to tell me so he siad: here’s a clue, sharpener blade. I froze.
He couldn't be doing that could he...
I told him to stop right now and here and asked him to clarify what he was doing since i had the possibility to tell his sister the next day at school so she could help him. He said ’yk already...’
I just sat silent infront of my screen. After 10 minutes my phone buzzed ’hey i was just joking lol! Wyd? Im watching tiktok btw’
I told him: ’debating whether i should block you for that joke or not..’
I got blocked instead, he insulted me in a common gc and made fun of me infront of his friends the next day at school. Thankfully after that it was the weekend. He unblocked me and gaslight me into thinking i was the problem. I had created the issue..
He has gaslight me into thinking that forever after that.
Fast-forward a couple of months later it comes out that he started $H. He would only do a couuuuple of not even cutting his skin deep cuts, like a paper cut would hurt more and pretending he couldn't move his arm and shaking it like it was a tic. To not embarasss him i played along but that guy was draining me looking back. He would then guilt trip me into staying friends.
After all of that i also started $H but i went to deep more then once. I couldn't stop the bleeding. He saw it on my hands and thought i was trying to 1 up him so he started sh deeper and told me he wanted to commit suicide...
Mind you, a looot of my friends including chloe and mary (let’s add katie for the context which is my bsf just before alex) had told me to get away from him but i didnt listen.
One day, when it was a holiday my mother took my phone away cuz i had too much screen time. For the first week i couldnt talk with him. When i had my phone back, he siad he loved me, that he was about to khs if i left ect... I snapped. I told him he could stop pretending and I knew he only wanted attention. I told him I commited $H bcz of him.
He said ’ok.’ ’i will just go actually suicide if you dont wanna believe’
I started feeling bad but it was already midnight so i shut my phone down and went to sleep. Next day he texted me a ’hello.’ at about 1pm. I answered ’hey alex...’ Heres how it went:
Alex: this isnt alex its his sister Me: huh what happened Alex: alex commited a suicide attempt he is in the hospital. Me: panicking, i called my mom who was at work and she asked for alex’s parnet’s number. Alex: uh..we can’t do that but i can text her from alex’s number. Me: ok ill send it to her.
After 15 minutes, mom calls. She doesn't believe any of that because alexs sistser ’can’t call’ because she is driving but can text ?
Mom tells me to give my phone to the maid. I do. I keep texting Alex on my computer and he said he loves me, he couldnt live without me and i started thinking everything was my fault. My sister caught me texting him and told my mom who told me to also give my laptop to the maid. I waited until she comes back from work and mom tells to stop talking to this alex and that he is only hurting me, and if maybe this was real the parents would call. I agreed and the next couple of days were off school. On monday i told him and also told chloe’ katie and mary i couldnt talk with him be didnt specify why. Katie seemed to have a problem with me still talking to him occasionally. She proceeded to ignoring me so now i had lost both my bsf.
A couple days went by and alex comes to me sayinghis cousin took his phone and all that suicide attempt thing wasnt real. I pretended to believe him.
The next day, he askes me whats weong i tell him i just lost both my bsfs. He siad he was sorry and we went about our day.
Fast-forward lunch i couldn't hold it in anymore and had a mental breakdown talking with mary. She went to go speak with katie whom said she isn't planning on becoming friends again and then to alex. He mocked me when i told him i lost 2 of my bsfs, made fun of my problems and other stuff.
Mary came to me and told me all that what he told her. I started having a panick attack but soon my friends consoled me. During lunch j would see katie and alex walking by laughing.
After lunch we had class when i had another mental breakdown. The teacher told me to leave the classroom and tell her whats wrong. Apparently when we were outside mary had told to the whole class i may want to die now bcz of katie(. But at this period i still didnt know).
The next day after school alex finally admitted: he wasntin the hospital he didnt do an attempt and he only wanted attention.
But katie still refuses to talk to me.
I dont know what to do please help me.
And am i the asshole?
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Alex and I became bestfriends after that as i started making other friend such as mary and chloe. One day Alex and i were chatting on whatsapp when I asked him a simple ’wyd’ he said ’nothing’. That kind of made me giggle but also suspicious. I answers ’what kind of nothing? Better not be smth corny..!’ when he should’ve atleast laughed a little, i think, he answered ’yeah just something..’.
I started worrying asking him to tell me so he siad: here’s a clue, sharpener blade. I froze.
He couldn't be doing that could he...
I told him to stop right now and here and asked him to clarify what he was doing since i had the possibility to tell his sister the next day at school so she could help him. He said ’yk already...’
I just sat silent infront of my screen. After 10 minutes my phone buzzed ’hey i was just joking lol! Wyd? Im watching tiktok btw’
I told him: ’debating whether i should block you for that joke or not..’
I got blocked instead, he insulted me in a common gc and made fun of me infront of his friends the next day at school. Thankfully after that it was the weekend. He unblocked me and gaslight me into thinking i was the problem. I had created the issue..
He has gaslight me into thinking that forever after that.
Fast-forward a couple of months later it comes out that he started $H. He would only do a couuuuple of not even cutting his skin deep cuts, like a paper cut would hurt more and pretending he couldn't move his arm and shaking it like it was a tic. To not embarasss him i played along but that guy was draining me looking back. He would then guilt trip me into staying friends.
After all of that i also started $H but i went to deep more then once. I couldn't stop the bleeding. He saw it on my hands and thought i was trying to 1 up him so he started sh deeper and told me he wanted to commit suicide...
Mind you, a looot of my friends including chloe and mary (let’s add katie for the context which is my bsf just before alex) had told me to get away from him but i didnt listen.
One day, when it was a holiday my mother took my phone away cuz i had too much screen time. For the first week i couldnt talk with him. When i had my phone back, he siad he loved me, that he was about to khs if i left ect... I snapped. I told him he could stop pretending and I knew he only wanted attention. I told him I commited $H bcz of him.
He said ’ok.’ ’i will just go actually suicide if you dont wanna believe’
I started feeling bad but it was already midnight so i shut my phone down and went to sleep. Next day he texted me a ’hello.’ at about 1pm. I answered ’hey alex...’ Heres how it went:
Alex: this isnt alex its his sister Me: huh what happened Alex: alex commited a suicide attempt he is in the hospital. Me: panicking, i called my mom who was at work and she asked for alex’s parnet’s number. Alex: uh..we can’t do that but i can text her from alex’s number. Me: ok ill send it to her.
After 15 minutes, mom calls. She doesn't believe any of that because alexs sistser ’can’t call’ because she is driving but can text ?
Mom tells me to give my phone to the maid. I do. I keep texting Alex on my computer and he said he loves me, he couldnt live without me and i started thinking everything was my fault. My sister caught me texting him and told my mom who told me to also give my laptop to the maid. I waited until she comes back from work and mom tells to stop talking to this alex and that he is only hurting me, and if maybe this was real the parents would call. I agreed and the next couple of days were off school. On monday i told him and also told chloe’ katie and mary i couldnt talk with him be didnt specify why. Katie seemed to have a problem with me still talking to him occasionally. She proceeded to ignoring me so now i had lost both my bsf.
A couple days went by and alex comes to me sayinghis cousin took his phone and all that suicide attempt thing wasnt real. I pretended to believe him.
The next day, he askes me whats weong i tell him i just lost both my bsfs. He siad he was sorry and we went about our day.
Fast-forward lunch i couldn't hold it in anymore and had a mental breakdown talking with mary. She went to go speak with katie whom said she isn't planning on becoming friends again and then to alex. He mocked me when i told him i lost 2 of my bsfs, made fun of my problems and other stuff.
Mary came to me and told me all that what he told her. I started having a panick attack but soon my friends consoled me. During lunch j would see katie and alex walking by laughing.
After lunch we had class when i had another mental breakdown. The teacher told me to leave the classroom and tell her whats wrong. Apparently when we were outside mary had told to the whole class i may want to die now bcz of katie(. But at this period i still didnt know).
The next day after school alex finally admitted: he wasntin the hospital he didnt do an attempt and he only wanted attention.
But katie still refuses to talk to me.
I dont know what to do please help me.
And am i the asshole?
2024.06.02 09:24 losersdiefirst AITAH for telling him to get rid of the dog ?
Im currently pregnant with mine and my husband’s first child. He has a dog that he’s had for about 5 years now. The dog isn’t really trained. It only knows sit and lay down. The main problem is how reactive it gets when it’s around food or toys. If you get close to it, it starts growling and will bite. A couple months ago our 2 year old nephew was near the dog and the dog bit his face and then my nephew needed to go to the ER for stitches. Poor thing has a scar on his forehead now. I felt so horrible. Today, I had my nephew outside in the yard and my husband brings out the dog with a toy. My nephew got excited and started to get close to his dog. Immediately the dog starts growling. I grab my nephew and put him inside the house. I then had a talk with my husband saying how uncomfortable I feel with the dog being around when our child is born. I then tell him that it needs to be trained or it needs to be get rid of. He gets upset and says, “no. We just need to teach our child to not be around the dog when it has toys or food.” I then tell him that’s a dumb solution, we’re basically training our child to be scared of the dog. He then goes on to tell me that no it’s smart because then it makes our child be cautious of every other dog that it encounters. Which, yes, is true but I don’t want our child to have to be careful with the household dog. What if I look away for a second and then my child is being mauled? He then goes on to tell me that if he has to get rid of the dog then he will hate me forever and will never forgive me. Then he says, I wish it wasn’t too late to abort the child so I wouldn’t have to have children with you. So AITAH for telling my husband to get rid of his untrained reactive dog?
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2024.06.02 09:18 MackDaOne93 What’s normal
My mom passed away 11 months ago and I have a high level of anxiety because of it. I had an anxiety attack/panic attack shortly after I came back to work. I went to the er explain what was going on didn’t seem concerned after explaining they did ekg everything was fine. After I was trying to get back into working out again. I HAD a Apple Watch key word had because the watch would trigger me from its reading if I didn’t understand why it was that number generally I would freak out if my hr would be 70-80 if I’m not doing anything i would ideally want it to be 60 to lower 70’s . I come to ask what is the normal range for your hr I know research is key and I love to know more stuff
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2024.06.02 09:17 MackDaOne93 What’s normal
My mom passed away 11 months ago and I have a high level of anxiety because of it. I had an anxiety attack/panic attack shortly after I came back to work. I went to the er explain what was going on didn’t seem concerned after explaining they did ekg everything was fine. After I was trying to get back into working out again. I HAD a Apple Watch key word had because the watch would trigger me from its reading if I didn’t understand why it was that number generally I would freak out if my hr would be 70-80 if I’m not doing anything i would ideally want it to be 60 to lower 70’s . I come to ask what is the normal range for your hr I know research is key and I love to know more stuff
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2024.06.02 09:16 Pokemaster995 Was learning Sky Strikers and I made a handy chart to help out other people
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2024.06.02 09:16 MackDaOne93 What’s normal
My mom passed away 11 months ago and I have a high level of anxiety because of it. I had an anxiety attack/panic attack shortly after I came back to work. I went to the er explain what was going on didn’t seem concerned after explaining they did ekg everything was fine. After I was trying to get back into working out again. I HAD a Apple Watch key word had because the watch would trigger me from its reading if I didn’t understand why it was that number generally I would freak out if my hr would be 70-80 if I’m not doing anything i would ideally want it to be 60 to lower 70’s . I come to ask what is the normal range for your hr I know research is key and I love to know more stuff
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2024.06.02 09:12 Complete-Shock899 I Believe I have symptoms of Cancer But Parents don’t believe me
I am 17 years old. I have struggled with ocd all my life and just recently got diagnosed a few months back and have been on many pills trying to help. I have also been very sick off and on since middle school. Missing a lot of school. I’ve had bad stomach pain. I had my appendix taken out in 6th grade. I Have taken every tes and screening under the sun. And recently had my gallbladder removed. My Gi Doctor recently moved me onto a cardiologist because he believes that all my Gi problems are gone and that I may have POTS. On top of all my stomach pain, nausea, and vomiting from my gallbladder I have been having sinking spells. I’ve been very fatigued and tired. Not able to do much physical labor becoming very hot and sweaty. My vision going black and getting close to passing out. I was sent to the cardiologist and he basically just said he doesn’t know for sure if I have POTS but I fall under the spectrum and to try and up my salt intake by double the average and get more excerise. Which really sucked because I haven’t been able to function like a normal human being the last few months. Missing work. But I understand there’s not much you can do for pots besides just lifestyle changes so it will take time. So I just said ok and have been doing all the things he asked of me. But recently I’ve noticed it’s just getting worse and I’m having other symptoms. I’m still having all my stomach pain and nausea from eating. My fatigue very bad. But I’ve also started to have lots of night sweats which isn’t normal for me. And itchy skin. Especially when laying in bed. I washed my sheets thinking maybe it had just been too long (don’t judge I’ve been sick!) but all the symptoms are still there. And just yesterday I noticed a lump in my armpit. Now. With all this. It’s all symptoms of lymphoma. But. Sadly in the past due to my ocd I’m terrified of cancer. I convince myself I have it all of the time. In the past I’ve cried myself to sleep every night thinking that was my last and I was dying of cancer. My parents have went and got my blood drawn and had screenings to make me feel better. They always come out perfectly fine. So even though I’m showing symptoms they don’t really care and don’t want to do any tests. My mom has grown really frustrated with me. And yelled at me today when I told her about how nervous I am. I tried to explain to her that I understand how annoying it is and that it’s not rational. I told her to picture how annoying it was for me. Being so scared and panicked and being genuinely terrified but when I express it to my parents they laugh and make fun of me or yell. I understand how annoying it must be. I get why she yells. But it’s making it worse. I feel like I’m not being heard. I started to think harder about if I’m just having an episode or if this is a genuine concern. A month ago when my gallbladder was removed they also drew my blood. I figure they would find something then and that I’m ok. But then I remember how so many doctors told me I was ok for years to actually find out that I had a genuine problem and my gallbladder wasn’t functioning. Doctors don’t really make me feel heard. They’ve told me my pain is all in my head and it’s just anxiety before. So I think I’m just not the most trusting of doctors. But. I’ve had a cat scan on my stomach recently for my surgery nothing suspicious. And blood work with no suspicious things. So I’m probably just freaking out for no reason. But the symptoms and how they’re worsening just really scares me. I’m just scared that I may have become the girl who cried wolf by my past freak outs. And something is actually wrong. I don’t really want to ask my mom again because I don’t want to get yelled at. Any thoughts or advice would be so helpful. If you think I’m just crazy or maybe something is happening:)
(Edit) There is a reasonable explanation for a few of my recent symptoms. The swollen lymph node in my armpit. I recently put in all of my ear piercings after not having them in for 8 months. It was a bit of a struggle and the lump showed up right after. So it could be as simple as that. Also. I live in Texas and summer is here. So the night sweats could just be because it’s getting hotter. But I’ve never really sweat that much before but I’m 17 and on hormonal birth control so my hormones are a bit all over the place so it could just be that. My itchy skin I’m really not sure. It could just be anxiety symptom. I’ve been having very bad nightmares the last few months and they make me too anxious to go to sleep. It feels like bugs are crawling all over me right before I’m about to fall asleep and it wakes me up. All those symptoms could definitely be explained. All my stomach problems nausea and puking is obviously due to my gallbladder surgery. It’s not going to get better over night. It’s been a month and a half since. And I probably just need to keep recovering. I’ve been following a low fat diet. And my fatigue is probably just the POTS. I haven’t been on the double salt and double excersise for longer than a week. So I think I maybe just need to give it some time. Thinking as rationally as I can. All of these things make sense. But I am still not able to stop obsessing over the thoughts. I’m scared. I just wish I had someone that understood. I recently had to drop my therapist due to opening up about my intrusive thoughts and her making me feel judged. I don’t think it was her intention but I’ve asked her about it and tried to get over it but it’s left a bad taste in my mouth and I can’t move on. So I’m looking for someone else to try and help me through my ocd and anxiety. I think I wish my parents didn’t laugh when I tell them how scared I am. I have massive panic attacks and cry myself to sleep mostly everyday. And I get it’s funny that I roll out of my room in the morning deciding I have cancer. But it’s genuinely scary for me. And I wish that maybe my mom didn’t yell at me for it. I get how frustrating it is. How annoying it could be. But I need to depend on her. That doesn’t mean I think she should take me right up to the er and get testings done every time I think I’m dying of cancer or something else terminal. Because that’s just enabling my unhealthy behavior. I understand that. I think I wish she talked me through it. Or talked me down from my high. Yelling and laughing makes it worse. My parents have told me if I keep stressing it I’m gonna manifest it into reality and actually get cancer. And I get that it’s just a silly joke. But later when my brain is spiraling I actually convince myself that will happen. Whatever I’m definitely fine. The doctors have done everything under the sun for me. I just need to get over myself. But who knows I could have lymphoma and I’m not nuts. But I think I’d definitely rather just be nuts.
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(Edit) There is a reasonable explanation for a few of my recent symptoms. The swollen lymph node in my armpit. I recently put in all of my ear piercings after not having them in for 8 months. It was a bit of a struggle and the lump showed up right after. So it could be as simple as that. Also. I live in Texas and summer is here. So the night sweats could just be because it’s getting hotter. But I’ve never really sweat that much before but I’m 17 and on hormonal birth control so my hormones are a bit all over the place so it could just be that. My itchy skin I’m really not sure. It could just be anxiety symptom. I’ve been having very bad nightmares the last few months and they make me too anxious to go to sleep. It feels like bugs are crawling all over me right before I’m about to fall asleep and it wakes me up. All those symptoms could definitely be explained. All my stomach problems nausea and puking is obviously due to my gallbladder surgery. It’s not going to get better over night. It’s been a month and a half since. And I probably just need to keep recovering. I’ve been following a low fat diet. And my fatigue is probably just the POTS. I haven’t been on the double salt and double excersise for longer than a week. So I think I maybe just need to give it some time. Thinking as rationally as I can. All of these things make sense. But I am still not able to stop obsessing over the thoughts. I’m scared. I just wish I had someone that understood. I recently had to drop my therapist due to opening up about my intrusive thoughts and her making me feel judged. I don’t think it was her intention but I’ve asked her about it and tried to get over it but it’s left a bad taste in my mouth and I can’t move on. So I’m looking for someone else to try and help me through my ocd and anxiety. I think I wish my parents didn’t laugh when I tell them how scared I am. I have massive panic attacks and cry myself to sleep mostly everyday. And I get it’s funny that I roll out of my room in the morning deciding I have cancer. But it’s genuinely scary for me. And I wish that maybe my mom didn’t yell at me for it. I get how frustrating it is. How annoying it could be. But I need to depend on her. That doesn’t mean I think she should take me right up to the er and get testings done every time I think I’m dying of cancer or something else terminal. Because that’s just enabling my unhealthy behavior. I understand that. I think I wish she talked me through it. Or talked me down from my high. Yelling and laughing makes it worse. My parents have told me if I keep stressing it I’m gonna manifest it into reality and actually get cancer. And I get that it’s just a silly joke. But later when my brain is spiraling I actually convince myself that will happen. Whatever I’m definitely fine. The doctors have done everything under the sun for me. I just need to get over myself. But who knows I could have lymphoma and I’m not nuts. But I think I’d definitely rather just be nuts.
2024.06.02 09:08 Tt7447 An art piece describing Sylhet. 🫖🍃☕️ A place that has a special spot in my heart. 😁❤️
 | I found this photo on FB a few years back. And since then, it has been sitting around on my phone. So I decided to share it here. Credit to whoever the artist that made this beautiful piece. I only understood the references to Furi not puri, Capital of London, Hatkora-Shutki shira, 7 ronger cha, Jindabazar, the Laal Ghori, and Cha er desh lol. If anyone understands the rest, then please explain, because I didn’t grow up in Bangladesh, so I don’t know some stuff. 😅 submitted by Tt7447 to bangladesh [link] [comments] |
2024.06.02 09:04 Plus-Possibility-421 Atlas Black - Page 1 [Fantasy/Mystery - 508 words] Would you keep reading??
Hello, just want to see if you read this page, does it pique your interest enough that you'd keep reading. Trying to test some different intros. Thanks!
It was the third village this year. Barely any signs of struggle, houses intact, nothing valuable stolen. Nothing out of the ordinary except for one thing: all the people were gone.
Warden Hyukos stood in the village square, the only signs of movement coming from his men who patrolled the empty streets. The sun was beginning to set and the quiet wood houses cast long shifting shadows on the road, the sound of cicadas buzzing softly in the trees. Though it was a quite pleasant summer evening, making sweat run down his neck into his tunic, he shivered. He didn’t like this one bit.
Someone tapped his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“By the stars, Kyurias, nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Well, what have you to report? Have you found anyone?”
“No, sir.”
“Then what is it?”
“We just received a message from the magistrate.”
“And?”
“It looks like the capital is sending someone to assist in the investigation.”
Damn it, Warden Hyukos thought. The bleeding capital? He’d been investigating these disappearances for nearly a year now, with absolutely nothing to show for it. Not only did it look bad on him, it embarrassed the magistrate, and he wasn’t a man to embarrass. He ran a hand through his hair, which was acquiring more white strands everyday it seemed. He sighed slowly.
“Alright. Who are they sending?”
“Uhm. Well, according to the message, if it can be believed–”
“Just spit it out, who is it? Some minor lord’s hireling?”
“Eo Akami, sir.”
Some spit caught in the warden’s throat and he hacked a cough into his elbow.
“What, the bleeding archmage?”
“Er, according to the messenger, yes.”
“You’re telling me that Eo Akami, the war hero, the bleeding Red Mage, is coming all the way from the capital to the backwoods of the Wild North to help us look for some missing peasants?”
“That’s what he said. Like I was saying, the messenger in question, Junias, has been known to embellish or otherwise exaggerate the importance of his charges, just last week he ran a message from the magistrate’s cook to the local butcher, regarding the procurement of venison, and naturally–”
“Alright, alright, Kyruias, I get the point, don’t need every bleeding detail, do I? Just take me to Junias and I’ll question him myself.”
Kyurias led him down the darkening dirt road, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. Hyukos pulled a rolled up parchment from his pouch, unraveled it, and placed his left hand on the complex pattern of ink inscribed. The pattern glowed gold and illuminated a 10 foot radius around them. He fastened the glowing parchment to his belt. The messenger was clearly exaggerating. Nobody of import had any interest in the coming and goings of the Wild North, much less an archmage to the king. He was under enough stress lately as it was, and he was in the mind to take it out on this Junias for adding to his increasing supply of white hairs.
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It was the third village this year. Barely any signs of struggle, houses intact, nothing valuable stolen. Nothing out of the ordinary except for one thing: all the people were gone.
Warden Hyukos stood in the village square, the only signs of movement coming from his men who patrolled the empty streets. The sun was beginning to set and the quiet wood houses cast long shifting shadows on the road, the sound of cicadas buzzing softly in the trees. Though it was a quite pleasant summer evening, making sweat run down his neck into his tunic, he shivered. He didn’t like this one bit.
Someone tapped his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
“By the stars, Kyurias, nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Well, what have you to report? Have you found anyone?”
“No, sir.”
“Then what is it?”
“We just received a message from the magistrate.”
“And?”
“It looks like the capital is sending someone to assist in the investigation.”
Damn it, Warden Hyukos thought. The bleeding capital? He’d been investigating these disappearances for nearly a year now, with absolutely nothing to show for it. Not only did it look bad on him, it embarrassed the magistrate, and he wasn’t a man to embarrass. He ran a hand through his hair, which was acquiring more white strands everyday it seemed. He sighed slowly.
“Alright. Who are they sending?”
“Uhm. Well, according to the message, if it can be believed–”
“Just spit it out, who is it? Some minor lord’s hireling?”
“Eo Akami, sir.”
Some spit caught in the warden’s throat and he hacked a cough into his elbow.
“What, the bleeding archmage?”
“Er, according to the messenger, yes.”
“You’re telling me that Eo Akami, the war hero, the bleeding Red Mage, is coming all the way from the capital to the backwoods of the Wild North to help us look for some missing peasants?”
“That’s what he said. Like I was saying, the messenger in question, Junias, has been known to embellish or otherwise exaggerate the importance of his charges, just last week he ran a message from the magistrate’s cook to the local butcher, regarding the procurement of venison, and naturally–”
“Alright, alright, Kyruias, I get the point, don’t need every bleeding detail, do I? Just take me to Junias and I’ll question him myself.”
Kyurias led him down the darkening dirt road, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. Hyukos pulled a rolled up parchment from his pouch, unraveled it, and placed his left hand on the complex pattern of ink inscribed. The pattern glowed gold and illuminated a 10 foot radius around them. He fastened the glowing parchment to his belt. The messenger was clearly exaggerating. Nobody of import had any interest in the coming and goings of the Wild North, much less an archmage to the king. He was under enough stress lately as it was, and he was in the mind to take it out on this Junias for adding to his increasing supply of white hairs.