Body itch, rash

Information and support for those affected by Restless Legs Syndrome

2014.01.14 19:28 Information and support for those affected by Restless Legs Syndrome

Welcome to the community of Restless Leg Syndrome (RLS), also known as Willis-Ekbom Disease. PLEASE VISIT OUR FAQ: https://www.reddit.com/RestlessLegs/comments/tnphkq/faq/ This is a place to connect with others, discuss treatment options, and kick around ideas. There is help and hope for RLS!
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2019.07.02 14:57 AzureLeaves AstralProjectionMemes

A place for you to unwind from the studious (yet still fun and interesting) environment of AstralProjection. Also a place for you to post memes related to Astral Projection and Out of Body Experiences just in case you REALLY want to "scratch that itch". Spread positive energies, have a good laugh and relax. Majority of the rules in AstralProjection may still apply.
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2016.11.13 08:05 ToxicDuck867 Clone Drone In The Danger Zone

Clone Drone in the Danger Zone is a robot voxel slice-em-up where any part of your body can be sliced off. With your mind downloaded into a robot gladiator, you must survive the sinister trials of the arena.
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2024.05.19 02:25 Brilliant_Feature186 Do I need more antivirals?

Do I need more antivirals?
Hi - It’s been 2 weeks since my first symptoms and 11 days from the start of my rash. 2 days since finishing the last of my 7 day antivirals. Pain is largely subsided and no itching yet.. the rash has definitely healed and spread stopped while I was on the antivirals but is it normal to still be this bad? The spot on my side which was the first of the rash to appear is still blistered and no where near scabbing etc. Note the stuff on it is just dried up calamine lotion. Wondering if I should maybe be getting another dose of antiviral or what? Thanks for any input!
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2024.05.19 02:10 InBabylonTheyWept Human Secrets: Part 3

My first visitor arrived wearing a vacuum suit. I’d have assumed it was for quarantine protocols, except that a second distinctly inhuman model lay in his arms. The second suit had longer limbs, more fingers, a visor that was just a little too wide for a human. The shape itself was an invitation. It was for me, and I did not need to be told to put it on.
“Are we in danger -” I began to ask, and was immediately cut off.
“Yes,” the human replied.
“-of a hull breach.”
I continued most out of verbal momentum, but the human mulled those four words over for a moment before replying again.
“No,” he decided. “Not that.”
His voice was familiar, even if the faces all tended to blur together for me. I was speaking with the human that had brought me from the station to wherever this was.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” I asked, and he smiled sadly back. There was a sympathy in his gaze, even if his eyes reminded me too much of his teeth - sharp and slick and white as bone.
“Old habit,” he said. “But worth keeping. You’ll know after you meet Agi. ”
Humans always felt like they were trying to bait you into asking more questions. Instead, I activated the final seals on the suit, and followed behind. If he was baiting for questions, I was not fool enough to think he would actually give answers.


I wasn’t sure what aesthetic design I expected from the human station, but the consistent and extreme maximinimalism took me by surprise. The hallway outside my room had a floor coated in fine sand (I winced on behalf of their particulate filters) along with row after row of large, leafy plants growing from pots. The plants had grown so wide that one simply had to push through them to make it down the hall.
“Like home,” the human leading me forward said. I wasn’t sure if he was genuinely defensive about the design choice, or just naturally standoffish.
We went through three discrete sections after that, each slightly more absurd than the one prior. First there was a hall devoted entirely to industrial hazard signs. Every wall, every door, ever window, had helpful labels describing entirely unrelated forms of death.
Drowning Risk hung over a fountain, complete with a single hand reaching up from a sinking body. Crush risk hung over every door, each with a crumpled icon of what was unmistakably a human form. It wasn’t until I passed a cabin with a biohazard risk sign overheard that the dots clicked.
“Pride?” I guessed.
‘Pride,” the human said back. It wasn’t quite an agreement, but I didn’t think he gave straight answers. Something had beaten it out of him.
After that, there was a vast expanse of clocks. There was no consistent pattern to their construction - a few were simple, legible digital devices. Others became clockwork mechanisms of brass and steel. At the end there were a few made of carved wood, far more intricate and finicky than made any practical sense. I stopped to look at one, and a sculpture of a winged thing burst out of it, whistling and tweeting, before smacking me straight in the forehead.
I took that as an omen to keep pushing forward.
The final space was clearly intentionally claustrophobic. The hall narrowed so thin that we could only pass forward by by turning sideways. It looked like devices normally tucked into the walls had been moved out, sometimes putting passerby at genuine risk. A transformer hummed in one part, copper wires exposed, and I have to take great care to not even brush against it. If the man leading me forward was perturbed by this, he did not show it.
And then we entered a commons.
Pride, I recognized. The two others, I did not. All of five of us were wearing vac suits.
“Ersatz!” Pride said, genuinely delighted to see my escort. It was a new name to keep track of, but it was still a relief to know he had one. Helped him feel less like a force of nature.
“Pride,” Erstaz said. He gestured for me to take a seat. It seemed like Pride had intended for me to sit next to him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked me. “Cold sweats? Itching? Sneezing? The awakening of primal urges you would have preferred to remain buried deep in your subconscious?"
“Has anyone ever drowned in your fountain?” I replied, and instead of laughing he looked quite thoughtful.
“Not by accident,” he said, and I laughed because I wanted it to be a joke. “But that aside, I am glad you’re feeling well. I’d assumed we’d have a few days of quiet after getting here. Fortunately, an opportunity that’s too good to miss just came our way. Would you like to know why we’re all wearing vac suits?”
I did. I truly desperately did. I knew he was being dramatic, and I knew the other three humans had little patience for it, but I couldn’t help playing along.
“Yes. I would like to know that very, very much.”
“The first step to getting back to Earth has fallen into our laps,” he said. “We have an opportunity to steal an IFF token that’ll get us past orbital defense. And that’s not even the best part! Order, would you like the honors?”
One of the two unmet humans turned to me. His name seemed like it was sarcastic - his hair was wild, his eyes were darting, and his hands scittered over the table like massive five legged insects.
“We’re gonna take it from the fuckin’ burger clown,” he said, and the table erupted into cheers. I cheered too. I think that was the exact point where I simply accepted that nothing was ever going to make sense ever again.
(It was an enormous relief.)
First/Previous/Next
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2024.05.19 01:28 ConferenceWestern958 Whole body itching?

I had my hysto 4 months ago. No real issues until now, have not kept up with my estrogen cream (have used it maybe 4 times).
In the past week I have suddenly gotten ITCHY. whole body. Thighs, calves, forearms, back. Skin=itchy.
Has anyone else experienced this? I'm so distressed. I can't stop scratching. I've changed none of my soaps, havent changed my diet, havent changed the type of clothes I wear.
I don't have insurance and am desperate for relief. I'm gonna be using my E cream to see if it helps but I want to hear from others if maybe this is what it is??
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2024.05.19 01:27 Emotional_Iron_8714 My 37m boyfriend told me he'd rather hentai over me.

I, 26f am dating my boyfriend Stan (fake name) 37m, for 2 years and 3 months. I live with him and have for 7 months now.
When I first moved in I noticed sexualised images of women like, Chi chi, Ren, And a bunch of others most of which I am unaware of their names. I was uncomfortable with this but it hadn't fully bothered me, as our sex life was absolutely perfect. We have no children, and we were free. 3 months into us living together, I noticed the sex slow down. I have a skin issue, which I've had for a few years where it comes up in rashes then will disappear then come back ect. I first thought this was the issue but, we where still having sex, so it clearly wasn't. It began to get worse until recently when we haven't had sex in months.
This brings us to my issue. I started to become paranoid that he was cheating on me so, while he slept.. I went through his phone. I know I am an ass for that, but I couldn't take it anymore. I opened his Gallery first. It was COVERED in hentai and porn pictures and videos, all of which where slim large breasts, large bottom, ect. I, am no such woman. I am overweight due to my disability. I have sagging breasts due to how large they are and my butt is nothing magical. So, This hurt. I continued though his phone. Messages, games. Everything. Then I came across "Replika" where he had a "Ai Wife" based off of Ren. Blue short hair. Large breasts. Wearing a bikini. This, Broke me. Wife?... He needed it that badly?... I teared up and walked to the dining room, slamming the phone on the table in front of him yelling "Is this why we aren't having sex?" And he went silent. Guilt filling his face.
This caused a fight. A huge one. Where he basically tried defending it. I told him I hate it because I am not that body type and he's always seemingly found more attraction to those types, even when I'm the opposite. He yelled about how he has stuff on his mind, mostly about work and said that these pictures and bots help him. I asked if I did and he screamed at me that I'm over reacting and the argument got heated. I asked if he even liked me. This was a mistake. He screamed that right now no, and basically went on to tell me he'd rather have the hentai and porn, and the ai bots, than me. Because they wouldn't nag him so much or complain so much... This killed me. I drove to my aunts and I've been staying here for a week. What do I do?! Do I go back?... or is it over..? I need help... I apologise for the length of this... I couldn't leave a single thing out
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2024.05.19 01:21 OreoManisOreo I need some help

I followed a vegetarian diet for about 4 years from ages 10-14. I was then on a cooked carnivore diet for about 10 months and slowly transitioned to a raw diet that I now have been on for 3 weeks. I am 16 now. I have a lot of severe things wrong with me:
  1. My lower legs are full of eczema. They're extremely dry and have many red scabs that I can literally pick off.
  2. My upper legs are extremely dry and have pretty bad ichthyosis (fish scales). I literally could sit there for hours picking off huge flakes of scaly, dry dead skin.
  3. My upper arms/torso is full of peeling off scaly skin.
  4. My scalp is dry, yet oily at the same time. Large pieces of dry flakes fall out just like on my upper torso.
  5. My lower arms are fucked up. Ingrown hairs, random red bumps everywhere, extremely dry, some red eczema scabs, peeling off skin. Literally everything wrong everywhere else is on my lower arms.
  6. The right side of my right hand has the worst eczema/psoriasis/skin rash that is extremely dry and itchy. It's gotten so bad it doesn't even look like a hand anymore.
  7. The last ring of my fingertips's skin is not even there. It's so dry and cracked all over my fingertips.
  8. Overall, extremely dry skin everywhere. I'd tell you other things wrong with my body but everything else gets ignored because my bad skin is far more prevalent. (gyno, lack of motivation, body odor, a persistent chalazion on my right eye, etc).
The majority of my issues went away in only about 1-2 months going cooked carnivore last summer 10 months ago but never fully went away. Then winter came around (I live in Illinois) and everything came back full fashion and it hasn't really healed much since.
I currently eat 80/20 raw ground beef (grain fed but fresh and never frozen), raw pasture raised eggs, raw milk (whole), and some bananas. Ground beef I usually eat around 1-1.4 pounds per day of with about 10-12 eggs. Raw milk I'm all over the place with but multiple glasses a day as it is my only source of hydration and I'm thirsty if I don't drink it (literally I'll have to buy a melon if I'm out because I need it for hydration). Bananas I usually only eat one a day with some milk as it tastes pretty good. Lately I somehow created a yogurt like consistency with one of my older raw milks and will eat my banana with that like yogurt (it's just soured raw milk that clumped up a bit). I understand some of my portions may be small but it's just my father and I and we aren't the wealthiest.
Fresh raw milk I notice does make my stomach upset but drinking soured, older raw milk is fine. Although fresh milk is fine as long as it eat it with some raw beef/eggs.
I pass gas throughout the day and randomly will get cramps in my stomach. I got some extreme and frequent diarrhea after a week on raw for about 4-5 days and have no clue where that came from. Ever since then i still will get cramps in my stomach.
I'm pretty fucked up overall and I need genuine advice. I am trying to find raw honey but it's not easy. Plus, I don't want to be told I need to incorporate all these different fancy things in order to get healed. If this diet really is the real deal, then it shouldn't be able to be failed. You can't make the same excuse as the vegans and say "you didn't do it correctly".
Please help.
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2024.05.19 01:07 BTJ2019 When fragrance-free lotions STING your skin

I'm experiencing a frustrating battle with eczema on the inside of my arms between my forearms and biceps -- ditto for an eczema patch on my chest + the front of my neck. I've been battling this for around 2 weeks.
I've literally been throwing the kitchen sink --- trying various fragrance-free and lotions accepted by the National Eczema Association that usually have worked well for me in the past. And I've tried several different ones (from LaRoche Posay, Cerave, Aveeno, Bioderma, etc.) -- for whatever reason, when I've applied any of them to those areas with eczema -- it STINGS. Seems like a "broken" skin barrier. Also I use fragrance-free soap-free body washes like Honest Soothing Therapy Eczema Body Wash.
The least irritating over-the-counter topical lotions/creams I've been able to apply with minimum (but not zero) irritation are Cerave Itch Relief Moisturzing Cream --- and Triple Paste diaper rash cream (both products approved by the National Eczema Association). But I'm not seeing any improvement even with those 2 creams.
I'm open to hearing suggestions for any over-the-counter lotions + creams that have worked well for you when your usual lotions + creams for eczema have stung your skin. Thanks!
p.s. -- something one of my friends suggested is to NOT put any lotion or cream on the eczema patches -- is that a solution that has worked for any of you?
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2024.05.19 01:05 Similar-External-302 Bumps/ rash on hands, possibly scabies?

Bumps/ rash on hands, possibly scabies?
Cluster of bumps on hands. 28M from USA currently traveling in Guatemala. First noticed this morning but has gotten worse since. Thought scabies originally but no itch so I am skeptical, doing the treatment anyway and nuking my clothes to be safe. Doesn’t look like bedbugs. Heat or sun rash possible? I have had a lot of sun exposure in the last week. Some other type of bug? Allergic reaction? Any ideas or thoughts please let me know! Thank you.
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2024.05.19 01:03 PuzzledAd9238 What is going on please help me 😭

27 weeks with second baby! Last night I woke up vomiting, went to L&D and noticed a red rash all over my body. I got fluids and Benadryl, they took labs and all were normal except white blood cells. They determined it’s a viral infection and I went home. All day I haven’t had an appetite, my skin is burning and tingling with no red rash, tingling lips and occasionally just feeling my face flush. Haven’t vomited since last night but I’m so uncomfortable and worried. Anyone have similar symptoms or know what this could be?
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2024.05.19 00:59 GoAheadMMDay UPDATE 3: Torment Techniques Used by Canadian and US Militaries

UPDATE 3: Torment Techniques Used by Canadian and US Militaries
Update #3 appears at the bottom.
Due to numerous disparaging comments by multiple individuals, I have reposted my article.
Heckling does not change what occurred. People need to know these truths, especially those who have experienced the same. They need to know they are sane, that such things are indeed being perpetrated, and the perpetrators use shame to silence them and protect their activities.
I write to encourage them not to listen to disparaging people who speak without knowledge.
February 10, 2024
I am Joseph Cafariello, a Canadian citizen and ex-member of the Canadian military. Of sound mind, not on medication, not a drug user, not a marijuana smoker, not an alcohol drinker, with no mental disorders.
I recently posted to this Liberty subreddit experiences of harassment by Vancouver's police and fire departments (Vancouver, BC, Canada). I’m the fellow who was repeatedly ordered by police to stay out of Vancouver’s Stanley Park, and was continually harassed whenever I visited the park (which I do every second day on my early morning walks).
Immediately following that post, they changed some of the techniques they use in my case. They were either informed of my post or found it themselves, seeing as my internet activity, and phone activity for that matter, are under continuous surveillance (plenty of proof which I will not include here to avoid running off-topic).
In this post, I would like to shed some light on other harassment which is still ongoing, since it occurs in private, away from potential observers. It involves the Canadian and US militaries.
Havana Syndrome
In 2016, numerous employees of the Canadian and US embassies in Havana, Cuba, started experiencing head injuries ranging from mild headaches to concussions. It happened in their sleep, and came to be called Havana Syndrome.
Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Havana\_syndrome):
“Havana syndrome is a cluster of idiopathic symptoms experienced mostly abroad by U.S. government officials and military personnel. The symptoms range in severity from pain and ringing in the ears to cognitive dysfunction and were first reported in 2016 by U.S. and Canadian embassy staff in Havana, Cuba. Beginning in 2017, more people, including U.S. intelligence and military personnel and their families, reported having these symptoms in other places, such as China, India, Europe, and Washington, D.C. The U.S. Department of State, Department of Defense, and other federal entities have called the events "Anomalous Health Incidents" (AHI). Of over a thousand purported cases, the majority of US investigative bodies found only a few dozen cases to be suspicious.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I can tell you exactly what happens, because I have been experiencing this since I first joined the Canadian military back in 2002, and am still experiencing these “torments” (as I call them) to this day, already 3 years after leaving the military.
I go to bed. In about 15 minutes, just as I am on the cusp of falling asleep, a hear and feel a heavy thud reverberate and ultimately strike my skull. My body releases a sharp burst of adrenalin, my heart starts racing, and my blood’s circulation speeds up significantly. Depending on the severity of the blow, it can take me anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to fall asleep again. Though there have been times I could not return to sleep for more than 2 hours.
A strong headache is felt immediately, and lasts for hours. There have been times when my heart felt like it was going to burst, having been startled as such.
The pulse to the head sometimes reverberates through the wall and my bed’s headboard. I distinctly feel as though I have been hit on the top of my skull. At other times, it feels as though the pulse has come through the air, striking the side of my skull.
This is not a sleep disorder, for it does not occur regularly. At times, my sleep is disturbed in this manner 3 or 4 days in a row. At other times, there is no disturbance for up to a week. But they never let me go more than a week without such interruptions to my sleep.
Neither is it sleep apnea, as I do not awaken gasping for breath. The pounding headaches, sudden release of adrenaline, and heart palpitations I experience are caused by external impacts of sound waves or air bursts.
Sonic Weapons
How these pulses are produced is not easy to identify. As Wikipedia explains:
“Once the story became public, various U.S. government representatives attributed the incidents to attacks by unidentified foreign actors, and various U.S. officials blamed the reported symptoms on a variety of unidentified and unknown technologies, including ultrasound and microwave weapons.”
Sonic weapons have been in use for many years by militaries, and by police in crowd control. As Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonic\_weapon):
“Some sonic weapons make a focused beam of sound or of ultrasound; others produce an area field of sound. As of 2023 military and police forces make some limited use of sonic weapons.”
(Do not believe the 2023 timeline. The Canadian military has been using these weapons since the early 2000’s at the latest.)
Wikipedia continues:
“Extremely high-power sound waves can disrupt or destroy the eardrums of a target and cause severe pain or disorientation. This is usually sufficient to incapacitate a person. Less powerful sound waves can cause humans to experience nausea or discomfort.”
The users of these technologies must also be using thermal detection equipment to monitor the target’s sleep. As I mentioned, I most often feel these blows the moment I am falling asleep. Body temperature drops when we sleep, and brain activity slows. Heat-detection equipment is likely being used to identify the point at which the target is falling asleep.
Why they prefer to strike at the start of someone’s sleep as opposed to the middle of their sleep, I do not know. Perhaps their intent is to deprive the body of early sleep, limiting the amount of deep sleep available to the person before their alarm rings in the morning.
Ordinary Hammers
Not all such “torments” (as I call them) are caused by high-tech equipment. I have heard and felt distinct hammer strikes running along the 2x4 beams inside my walls. These strikes can be a single hard strike, or several strikes in a row. It is definitely caused by a person with a hammer because the intervals between strikes are equidistant in time; that is, the time spacing between strikes is not random and does not change from strike to strike, but is constant between strikes, exactly as when someone is hammering. And no, it is not someone hanging pictures at 1:30 am, multiple times a week, for years.
On one occasion, when I was standing at my kitchen sink, I felt the floor-board directly under my feet pulse so sharply it felt like a brick had struck the soles of my feet. In this case, my military neighbour likely used a hammer to strike the floorboard on his side of the wall. It is the only plausible explanation.
Surveillance
This leads to surveillance of one’s activities at home. I have plenty of proofs of that. They seem insignificant on an individual basis. But when you put them all together, they present a clear picture of home surveillance.
My laptop computer’s lid cracked one night, at the bottom left corner of the screen. The next day at work, I heard my military supervisor relate to another co-worker that the night before, his laptop computer’s lid cracked at the bottom left corner. I swear to the Lord in Heaven, I am being truthful.
I tested my suspicion of being surveilled. At home one night, I blurted out-loud, “VW Passat. What an ugly sounding word, ‘Passat’”, I said. A few days later, my military colleagues at work started playing a card game at lunch, invented by one of them. The name he gave his game was “Passat”, and when he spoke it, he looked at me for a reaction. If you ever contact the Halifax military base, ask for the Claims Department and ask them if they are still playing Passat.
On another occasion, at a time when I frequented the gym every second day for a few years, I suspected my van had been fitted with a listening device. I suspected so because a number of things I had spoken with people about on my phone while in my van (nothing illegal) were repeated by people at the gym in conversations among themselves. Too many times, parts of other people's conversations matched parts of conversations I had had with others while I was in my van.
I already knew my phone was being tapped, but I also suspected my van was bugged. So one evening while driving in my van, I blurted out-loud a number of things I said I hated. "I hate (this or that)"; "I hate it when...". One of them was, "I hate when people chew gum with their mouths open." I then vocalized an exaggerated gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw."
The very next time I went to the gym, 2 days later, while I was at an exercise, a fellow sat at an exercise directly behind me. And sure enough, he started chewing with his mouth open, vocalizing that gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw." I didn't look behind at him, because I knew what was going on, and I wanted to avoid playing into his hand. So he repeated himself again and again until I was done and moved to a different station. Now, honestly, who chews gum at the gym? You can't. Or you run the risk of choking for the heavy breathing, not to mention when laying down on benches. And with precisely the same exaggerated vocalized gnawing sound I had made in my van just 2 days prior.
Their whole intent is to let you know you are being surveilled. They want you to know, as both a warning and a provocation. They want you to say something, to launch accusations, which they would readily deny, making you look paranoid. If you react too strongly, they could even have you diagnosed with some kind of disorder, and put you on medication, which further plays into their hand. (More regarding medications in the last section of this post.)
This is why, as I mentioned in my previous post, they would park their cars shining their high beams on me as I walked past them during my morning walk. And why on some occasions, a group of 3 or 4 would exit their cars and stand on my path just as I approached, forcing me to go around them. They would then remain standing on the path until my return trip through, and after I had passed by the second time, then would then return to their cars - making it absolutely clear I was their interest.
Their intent is not only to make me aware, but also to present themselves in close proximity to me, within easy reach, in the hope I would confront them, resulting in an altercation that could land me in a lot of hot water - 4 witnesses against me, all pleading innocence.
Again, it is all designed to make you look bad, and to warrant some kind of legal measure against you - preferably a medical diagnosis, discrediting you in everything you say about them. If they can't refute your claims, their only remaining option is to discredit you. That's what all of these tricks are designed to accomplish. Who would believe anything you say, once you have been diagnosed with a disorder?
There are plenty more examples. But who would really believe them? I’ll save them for the future.
Home Invasion
Both during and after my military service, I have had my apartments entered without any signs of break-ins. How? Lock-picking and duplicate keys. Indications? Missing objects; ie: money, phone adaptor, etc. Nothing major. Just something to make us understand we are being watched, and to make us understand what they can do.
But it is always something small, something for which you would be ridiculed for divulging.
Two more examples: I found my razor, which I always lay-down razor-end to the wall, turned around, razor-end toward me. Also, in one of my house slippers I found a small shoe sticker on the up-side of the heel. I had those slipper for years, and never had any shoe stickers on them. Yet there it was, clearly visible on the top surface of my slipper, not the bottom. Could I have stepped on a shoe sticker when barefoot in my apartment, only to have the sticker transfer itself to my slipper when I wore it? How many shoe stickers do you have laying around your apartment that you can accidentally step onto?
If I had stepped onto a sticker in my apartment and had it stick to my heel, that means the sticky side was up against my skin. This means the sticker would have had to flip upside down such that the sticky side would then be down, allowing the sticker to stick to the slipper. Do you really think that happened? That sticker was not there when I left my apartment, but it was there when I returned. And it was the wrong sticker, wrong brand, wrong size.
Again, what is their intent? To make someone look ridiculous so no one will believe them should they speak of other more sensitive things.
Staged Incidents
The above incidents clearly point to coordinated and staged events (at my work, my home, on my walks, etc). This is so frequently met with incredulity. "But that would require coordination on the part of so many people," the public dismisses. "They wouldn't do that."
Oh yes they would, and they have, as explained in https://fightgangstalking.com/. Note the documented cases involving the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS, Canada's equivalent to the US' CIA) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP, Canada's national police force) in the second quote, which were reported in national newspapers.
From https://fightgangstalking.com/:
“Disruption operations often involve tactics which are illegal, but difficult to prove. These tactics include – but are not limited to – overt surveillance (stalking), slander, blacklisting, “mobbing” (intense, organized harassment in the workplace), “black bag jobs” [home invasions], abusive phone calls, computer hacking, framing, threats, blackmail, vandalism, “street theater” (staged physical and verbal interactions with minions of the people who orchestrate the stalking), harassment by noises, and other forms of bullying. Many of these tactics were used by the FBI during its illegal COINTELPRO operations, as documented by stolen official documents and subsequent Congressional investigations.
"Although the general public is mostly unfamiliar with the practice, references to “disruption” operations – described as such – do occasionally appear in the news media, even though that fact would apparently be news to the editors of The New York Times. In May 2006, for example, an article in The Globe and Mail, a Canadian national newspaper, reported that the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) used “Diffuse and Disrupt” tactics against suspects for whom they lacked sufficient evidence to prosecute. A criminal defense attorney stated that many of her clients complained of harassment by authorities, although they were never arrested."
She can add me to that list too.
For the Benefit of Others
The experiences I have recounted here seem so trivial, so insignificant, they make you look ridiculous if you talk about them. But if we don’t talk about such things, no one will ever know about them. Other people have experienced the same, and are forced to endure such torments in silence. They need encouragement to talk about their own experiences, and so I write about mine in the hope they will talk about theirs, even if I do look ridiculous. The perpetrators are more ridiculous for doing them.
I remember a military colleague being hauled away by military police one morning, as she was struggling and having a violent fit. A fellow on her floor told me she was throwing chairs at her walls screaming, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”. When he mentioned that, I knew exactly what they had done to her. She was considered unruly, and was being watched intently. They wanted her out, and that is how they accomplished it. Through wall tapping and sleep deprivation, they push you to the breaking point. And when you finally lose control and do something rash, they pounce on you, and you’re out. Now she has a criminal record, considered a criminal when in reality she was a victim. Welcome to the Canadian military, and other militaries besides, I am sure.
There are dozens upon dozens of experiences I could present. But who will really read them? Worse still, who will really believe them? I overheard my military supervisor in Halifax whisper to another, “Do you think he knows?”, after I had mentioned one of the many “coincidences” I experienced, but with a tone of my being aware it was not a mere coincidence. As I turned my face to my computer screen, I whispered under my breath, but still loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, (rank) (name), I know.” A few minutes later, as he walked past my desk, he leaned in by my ear and whispered, “We’re just trying to help you.” I should have pressed him for answers right then and there, but you just don’t know how much trouble you can get into when making such accusations in the military. So I let it go. But I will never forget.
Should anyone reading this ever decide to launch some kind of inquiry, I can mention names of over 100 people to contact, including military personnel, family members, neighbours, building managers, and others who have been contacted by military personnel with false narratives about me. They flash their ID’s and other credentials, and people believe anything they say. They turn family, friends, co-workers and neighbours against you, even recruiting their participation. Your acquaintances not only participate, but actually feel justified and emboldened playing tricks on you. It isn't their fault, though; they have been misled. I would reference them solely for corroboration.
As a final thought, here are explanations of two military programs in which certain persons (sometimes military, sometimes civilian) are kept under constant surveillance, and are in some cases subjected to conditioning in an attempt to turn them into what is called a “sleeper agent”. Almost all of the tactics presented below have been experience by me, including constant surveillance (ie: my previous post here regarding being harassed on my morning walks) and sleep deprivation (as per the top portion of this post, which other military members in Cuba and elsewhere around the world have also experienced).
Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program
See Newsweek’s article: https://www.newsweek.com/exclusive-inside-militarys-secret-undercover-army-1591881
Some excerpts from that Newsweek article, plus more background information on the Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program, can be found here: https://fightgangstalking.com/
“The largest undercover force the world has ever known is the one created by the Pentagon over the past decade. Some 60,000 people now belong to this secret army, many working under masked identities and in low profile, all part of a broad program called “signature reduction.” The force, more than ten times the size of the clandestine elements of the CIA, carries out domestic and foreign assignments, both in military uniforms and under civilian cover, in real life and online, sometimes hiding in private businesses and consultancies, some of them household name companies.
“…a little-known sector of the American military, but also a completely unregulated practice. No one knows the program’s total size, and the explosion of signature reduction has never been examined for its impact on military policies and culture. Congress has never held a hearing on the subject. And yet the military developing this gigantic clandestine force challenges U.S. laws, the Geneva Conventions, the code of military conduct and basic accountability.
“…The signature reduction effort engages some 130 private companies to administer the new clandestine world. Dozens of little known and secret government organizations support the program, doling out classified contracts and overseeing publicly unacknowledged operations.
"Federal spy agencies are using Americans to spy on their fellow citizens – the same approach to governance famously employed by communist East Germany."
How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent
By Dantalion Jones / Masters of Mind Control
The following “was” on the web, but has been removed. Surprise, surprise. But I saved its web files to my computer years ago, knowing that sooner or later it would be removed. I made a jpeg image of the web page as it once appeared, attached here.
Note that I have experienced almost all of the tactics described below, including the stalking I mentioned in my previous post here (regular walks in the park), the sleep deprivation noted at the top of this post, and the surveillance and intrusions described here as well.
Quoting the now-removed webpage: “How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent” (from here to end of post):
Amid all the conspiracy theories one of the most feared is that there exist "sleeper agents" in our society who are programmed to come into service when they are triggered by a phone call or key word.
These alleged sleeper agents don't even know they are programmed to become saboteurs, soldiers, suicide bomber, etc because of the thoroughness of their programming. They are the feared "Manchurian Candidate" that the movies portray.
The question is "Are they real?"
If they are true sleeper agents there is no way of telling until they are activated. One can however theorize exactly how they are made.
Indoctrination
Using indoctrination a person can be made to embrace a religious or philosophical belief that would make becoming a sleeper agent possible.
This would be a person so committed to an ideal they would be willing to wait patiently as a member of society until they are called into action. These people would know their mission and consciously hold it secret while interacting with the rest of society.
Conditioning
Conditioning is a repetitive process where the desired responses are enforced and rewarded and unwanted responses are punished. This can be done consciously as part of training drill and it can be done subconsciously using hypnosis or drugs to create amnesia.
Hypnosis
It has been demonstrated that hypnosis can create "amnesia walls" in which the subject has no conscious memory of what happened in the hypnosis session. It has further been demonstrated that hypnosis can give post hypnotic instruction to be carried out automatically in the waking state without the subject knowing it or questioning the behavior.
What follows is conjecture and theory based on testimonials of people who were alleged to be sleeper agents and soldiers.
Continuous Supervisions
Continuous supervision doesn't mean that the subject is cut off completely from society. It means that they are constantly overseen and every aspect of their lives are managed (without their knowledge or consent) to support their hypnotic programming.
This would include:
• Repeated reinforcement of all hypnotic conditioning.
• Handlers. Handlers are people who help maintain the subjects environment to maintain all the programming. They can play the role of family, friends, lovers, psychologists, coaches or any roll the subject perceives as supportive. The truth is the handlers are their to support the successful fulfillment of the programming and not the subject as a person.
• Minimal sleep so that the mind/brain does not process all the sleeper conditioning during sleep.
• Creating constant environmental challenges like unemployment or poverty. This gives the subject something other than their programming to focus on.
• Frequent hospitalization. This gives overt opportunity to sedate the subject for conditioning. If the subject has a history of hospitalizations for mental disturbances all the better. No one will take them seriously.
Joseph Cafariello
PS... Today is the second day after this post (February 12, 2024). A garbage truck just slammed into my parked car.
PPS... I finish writing this post because I am satisfied with its shape and content; not because of what happened to my car.
It is similar to when you are reaching for your coat, and someone tells you, "Take your coat." Since you have to take your coat, your brain tells you it's ok to obey them, and you comply. They just created an instance where they led you, and you followed them. And your brain accepted it.
It's a technique the military uses all the time. It trains you to accept instructions from that person or group. Done enough times, you become comfortable obeying them.
I just say, "I take my coat because I choose to, not because you tell me to." It's important to make that clear, to block the conditioning and affirm our self-governance; not just to them, but to ourselves as well. Now our brain realizes we took our coat by our own choice; we are still in command.
So too, I say regarding today's event. "Thanks for the warning, but I had already finished writing my post. I finished by my own choosing."
UPDATES 1 & 2: February 26 & March 07, 2024:
My apartment was once again entered while I was out. Either a key was used or the lock was picked. This may or may not have included assistance from building staff. Home invasions are included in the list of their techniques noted above, referred to as "black bag jobs".
All tenants on my floor received new fridges a couple of weeks ago. I removed the tape securing the bins inside my new fridge, and also removed all styrofoam pads from the corners of the glass shelves when I repositioned them.
The person(s) who have been invading my living space on a regular basis have struck again. As you can see in the photo below, the styrofoam pads on the corners of my fridge's shelves were restored when I was out of my apartment. I had removed all pads when I repositioned the shelves. Yet now they are back.
It is a tactic used to undermine our observational awareness in an attempt to make us second-guess and doubt ourselves. The aim is to cause people to feel less sure not only of the things we have done, but also feel less sure of the things others have done. They want us to question the accuracy of our observations and memory.
The idea is to train you to dismiss any anomalies you may observe as being your own misperception of things. Once they convince you not to trust your own judgement, they are free to do whatever they want to you, and you will simply accept it without questioning.
UPDATE 3: May 18, 2024:
Confrontations with individuals keep occurring, at times potentially violent. Following are just 3 such encounters as of late.
1 - Kick-boxer in the park:
As I parked my car in one of the parking lots in Vancouver's Stanley Park one night, another vehicle drove up behind me and parked several spots away. A tall man exited that vehicle, and walked hastily along the path I always walk, down some steps to the water's sea wall path. I took my time and followed my usual walk, also down the steps down to the sea wall. The man knew my routine, and was in a hurry to get ahead of me.
As I walked along the sea wall, I saw the same man sitting on a bench, playing a loud Persian-sounding religious sermon on some device I did not clearly see. As I walked past him, he called out to me to stop and chat. I ignored him and continued walking past him. He rose and started walking behind me.
I opened my umbrella, turned, and walked past him the other way, returning to the stairs back to the parking lot. He also turned and continued following me. I started running. He also started running. I ran up the steps, as did he.
Being taller than I am, his legs are longer than mine, and he quickly caught up to me on a grassy patch at the top of the steps. I turned to him and asked, "Why are you following me?" He did not reply, but stood profile to me, the same stance a kick-boxer uses when ready to kick someone. He was tall, thin, and in excellent physical shape as you would see in a kick-boxer.
He did not speak at all, but was just waiting for me to make a move. I turned, entered my vehicle and left. The encounter continued with a chase through the park in our cars. Yes, that is correct. He chased me out of the park in his car.
2 - Told to keep quiet:
The perpetrators need to operate with as little detection as possible, and they repeatedly warn their subjects to keep their mouths shut about their experiences.
On another of my recent nightly walks, a man stood on the sidewalk ahead of me about half a block away, looked at me, and shouted into the sky at nobody, giving the appearance of being a homeless person shouting for no reason. He then started walking in my direction. I continued walking straight. As he passed me, he leaned into my face and shouted into my ear, "Shut the f_ck up!" I continued walking in my direction, and he resumed walking in his.
The idea is to make it seem as though he is just a deranged man wandering the streets at night, shouting at nothing, so that when he shouts at me, any observer would simply dismiss his actions. But in reality, he was sent to send me a message to stop publishing posts like this, which I had done many times on many sites, and continue to. They don't like it when we reveal their methods. But the truth must be known.
3 - You'll be sorry:
On another occasion, while returning from grocery shopping one afternoon, I walked past a man sitting by a storefront. He was clean-cut, wearing clean clothes, without any carts or wagons or any belongings of any kind. As I passed him, he asked me for some spare change. I replied, "I'm sorry," and continued walking past. He replied, "You will be."
There are numerous other experiences, like two seemingly unassociated men standing on the sea wall about 100 meters away from each other, each of them spitting just as I walked past each one.
There are too many experiences to mention. Looking at each experience individually, one would easily dismiss them as being unrelated and simply coincidental. But put them all together and a picture starts to form, like putting together the pieces of a puzzle.
As I hand you each piece of the puzzle one by one, you dismiss each piece, saying, "This could be anything." And you discard it. You keep discarding each piece as I hand it to you. By the end of it, you look down at the table and say, "You have nothing." That's because you looked at each piece as a separate item and threw it away. But if you leave the pieces on the table as I hand them to you and do not hastily discard them, you will see they form a clear picture when put all together.
We must look at all these events as a whole. Individually, each one could be anything. But when all of these experiences are put together and considered as a whole, they form an undeniable picture. Do not be quick to dismiss each piece. Leave the pieces on the table and look at the whole. The picture I present is sound. Remember, I have all the pieces; you do not. I see the picture more clearly than you do.
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2024.05.19 00:58 PuzzledAd9238 What is going on please help me 😭

27 weeks with second baby! Last night I woke up vomiting, went to L&D and noticed a red rash all over my body. I got fluids and Benadryl, they took labs and all were normal except white blood cells. They determined it’s a viral infection and I went home. All day I haven’t had an appetite, my skin is burning and tingling with no red rash, tingling lips and occasionally just feeling my face flush. Haven’t vomited since last night but I’m so uncomfortable and worried. Anyone have similar symptoms or know what this could be?
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2024.05.19 00:40 Jaydenpk Just joined the club. Have a few questions

Just joined the club. Have a few questions
So I just picked up my 2023 BRZ limited 6-speed. It had one previous owner who put a cat back exhaust on it. Plus a couple interior stuff like e brake handle, drift button, and some carbon fiber looking trim. I traded in my 2019 WRX that I had been my daily driver for two years and it was fun but the BRZ just scratched an itch that the WRX couldn't.
Right now I'm loving the car. It's not as straight up fast as the WRX but it's still somehow more fun. One question I had is there is some STI logos on the car and they don't look aftermarket. One in the rear window and one behind each door handle. I tried to look it up and see if it was a performance package or maybe a body kit package but I can't find anything. Google said something like a performance package but I think it's mixing the BRZ with the WRX. I personally don't care if it happens to just be something Subaru decided to throw on certain cars but it would be cool to know if it means something special.
Another question I have is what is the best thing one could do to get the most out of this car. Mods, driving styles etc. I'm also curious as to what the best way to slide this car is. I've slid a lot of cars from Miatas, an rx8, 240s, BMW's. But this is the newest car I've owned and it has more safety features and stuff. Also if you do slide do you go to track mode or just turn traction control off? I guess if anyone else just wants to give any random tips of ownership that would also be appreciated 👍.
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2024.05.19 00:39 Direct-Detective7152 Doctor is going to see my scars. what do i do?

For context im 18, and i had a really rare disease two years ago that i beat, but i’m showing symptoms of it coming back. It’s really scary for me, but it is what it is and there’s nothing i can do about it. In two days i have to go to the doctor and get another checkup to make sure it’s not what we think it is. The issue is they’re going to have to check my body for rashes, which means they’re eventually going to see the scars on my thighs. I cant prevent that. There’s no doubt they’re going to see them. There’s literally hundreds of scars all over my thighs, so there’s no way i can hide it. My mothers going to be with me and that’s what i’m horrified of. She told me she’d beat me if she ever found out i was cutting myself. I’m going to ask my mom to leave the room when they check me, but if they see all these scars will they have to tell her? They’re not recent scars, i haven’t cut myself in around two months, so maybe i can play it off as being really really old scars? As embarrassing as it is for anyone to see these scars, my biggest fear is it relaying back to my mother. What can i do? Is there anyway i can prevent it? If anyone has tips i would really appreciate it.
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2024.05.18 23:59 Jankis2000 Question about hemorrhoids

So since i was 13 i have these weird symptoms sometimes after pooing. Itching on anus and inside, burning (but not always) and very small (dried, not fresh) specks of blood on toilet paper (during those days) but never in stool.
Now (20 years old) i have these things sometimes but especially after hard stools or diarrhea (diarrhea also causes rash around anus and red anus) and then when i start walking. Now apparently it can be due to hemohrroids or anal fissures, which is completely normal. Can be very very annoying but it gets better after a day or 2 when it all heals. I asked my father if he also has same symptoms and he says that he does but apparently he does have hemohrroid diagnosis.
Now, because i am very curious i googled about my symptoms and ofc it was hemohroids and anal fissures. But i dug very very deep until i came to you guys lol. I am hypochondriac and became scared of perianal crohns (mostly stoma but yeah) .But apparently it can also cause fistulas and other things that i dont have (i only sometiems have zits on buttocks but taht is normal, it is never very big or inflamed). It would prob get worse by now, right? Also people with perianal crhons have symptoms of general crhons disease too. I dont have anyone in my family that has crhons disease and i am pretty sure my symptoms havent gotten worse since i was 13.
Now ik some people will say that i should go to the doc but as i said, it doesnt bother me and does get better.
So my question is... Do you guys have similasame symptoms? Does it come and go for you because it does for me
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2024.05.18 23:49 bonivermakesmecry I get large white circles around my body post treatment, anybody know what that is? No itching.

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2024.05.18 23:39 paranoidandroid462 How long is ivermectin effective after last dose?

I took 12mg of ivermectin yesterday around this time and also the day before. I’m saving my other for the 7 day mark. I’m just wondering how long it will continue to work after I took it? I’ve felt nearly no itches after using sulfur ointment on my body and tea tree aloe on my scalp last night. However I’m starting to feel the little biting sensations and persistent itching in spots seemingly all at once. It’s here and there and not bad at all, but enough to have me worried. Is it because I’ve somehow gotten some live ones off of something in my room? Or is it just my body reacting to them dying? I know that is what tends to happen but I suppose I’m seeking reassurance? I’ve been using tea tree oil all day as well. I’m guessing the crawling sensations that have come back if from the ivermectin? I’m doing another permethrin treatment tonight.
I also want to add: I took my first round of ivermectin beginning April 27th. 9 mg a day for 9 days (spread out throughout the day). Definitely don’t think 9mg a day was enough as I weigh 180lbs. I probably didn’t reach the saturation needed to kill them. I also did my first permethrin treatment on April 30th, and then another May 8th. I’m treating the regimen I’m doing now as my first time treating since I didn’t do the first properly. When should I do the next permethrin treatment after the one today? I looked at the schedule on maximpulse but I started out not following it as I didn’t have the permethrin yet, so I feel thrown off from it a bit.
Sorry for all of the questions and this being so scattered. I thought I had done enough research over the last three weeks (since that’s basically all I’ve been doing 24/7) but it all went out the window now that I’m feeling desperate again and unsure of myself.
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2024.05.18 23:37 PuzzleheadedBit6172 How I Recovered From Mono (Not A Doctor)

I went through every stage of mono and recovered in a month. This is the steps I took to do so, and hopefully they can help you too. I am not a doctor and there is a lot of stuff that could be wrong here, and/or not do anything at all. If you are dealing with issues please go get medical assistance.

1. Sore Throat

For throat pain I visited my doctor and was prescribed prednisone and unfortunately I was dealing with an infection so I had to take anti-biotics. If you are diagnosed with mono and your doctor is assuming it is strep or another type of infection communicate with them the uncertainties you have in order to be tested for strep (taking anti-biotics with mono burdens you with a high chance of a rash).
Besides prednisone. I used a humidifier in my room in order for my throat to not dry out in the back. Even if it hurt horribly I attempted to drink at least 4 glasses of water every 4 hours so I wouldn't be dehydrated.
I suggest not taking Ibuprofen during use of Prednisone as it can cause intestinal issues. Use Tylenol.
I stuck to smoothies and chicken noodle soup for food during this time. Salty broth foods help soothe the throat quite a lot and help you get some nutrients.
It was hard to sleep because of my throat pain, I ended purchasing a sitting pillow for my bed. It took a lot of the stress off my lymph nodes during rest.
Finally I made sure to brush my teeth twice a day and use Orajel hydrogen peroxide mouthwash. Oral hygiene is incredibly important during any issues with tonsils in order to keep an infection from happening and washing off pus from throat scars during mono.

2. Sleep

For me sleep was quite difficult and I unfortunately didn't have many ways to deal with it for the first couple of days.
I tried to not take naps throughout the day and rather hold in my sleep for the nights, as your body does better healing when it's in REM. Which is more difficult to have happen if you take brief short naps.
By around my third day I learned that having a humidifier in my room made it so much easier to breathe and feel a bit better.
I took one extra strength Tylenol right before bed, and 10 mg of melatonin. Keep in mind that melatonin only is going to help put you to sleep and you will need to change your diet to be heavier in magnesium in order to have a better time staying asleep. If I woke up due to the pain at the middle of the night i'd take another tylenol and wait it out until I was able to sleep again. Continue to drink water throughout the entire time.

3. Spleen Pains

I dealt with really bad spleen pain for a couple of days and my only solve for it was laying on my back and using a heatpad on the area where my pain was. I tried not to move around very much. If your pain becomes increasingly worse go in to get screened for a risk of rupture.

4. Mental Health

Out of all the things I dealt with, this was one of the worst. I felt defeated for most of my days. I tried to feel better by looking at other peoples experiences and seeing how others have it worse. It also can help to call loved ones and friends and talk with them. I also watched shows and movie continuously in order to distract myself. Eating good helped me a lot, once I started making protein smoothies my mood changed for the better. Also try to stay out of the dark for to long, if you can go into a more open room with sunlight and lay during the day it will make you happier. Try to retain your sleep for just the night, this way you feel like you still are holding to a schedule. It also helps with REM which is incredibly important for mental health and can't be done with naps. Finally, self-care was a breakthrough for me. I tried to shower daily, and clean up my face before bed. It made me feel happier and nicer.

5. The Rash

This rash was one of the worst parts of the whole thing besides my throat. It happened after I had taken my antibiotics for 5 days. It itched so badly. In order to deal with the itch I went to the ER and was prescribed hydroxyzine and another dose of prednisone. For the first day I used calamine lotion, I soon realized it was making me even more itchy as it caused my skin to dry up. I switched over to Eucerin anti-itch lotion and it helped so much. I applied when I woke up and before I went to bed. I applied ice packs to my skin, instead of itching and it works much better at stopping the itch. Also try to sleep with a fan pointed towards you. During the rash stage, it is the most important for you to drink as much fluids as possible.
I hope this can maybe help someone? Idk, i am very thankful for this subreddit as most of these posts helped me recover much faster. Thank you all.
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2024.05.18 23:22 Upset-Language7312 Recurrent rash

Recurrent rash
This rash has come and gone for over a year. I get the spots on my back, arm, and stomach/under boobs. Hydrocortisone doesn’t do anything to it. It’s never fully gone but sometimes it’s less severe and less red. It does not itch but it does flake a little bit if scratched. Any thoughts?
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2024.05.18 23:13 OliverAxe1 I've fallen out of love with my boyfriend.

I (27M) have been with my bf (28M) for coming up on three years in July. We were long distance for the first year, he moved to my city and we lived separately for a time, and have now lived together for about a year.
Over the past few months, without realizing it, I've started to fall out of love with him. I have now spent the last month contemplating if I should try and work things out, or if the relationship has run its course and we should break up.
The main reason for this issue is intimacy. Due to his previous tramas, he has a lot of trouble initiating anything. I can count on one hand how many times he has in the three years. But I have also been having trouble, as over the past few years I've gained a bit of weight, and it has severely effected my self image and confidence. This has also made me feel gross about my body and not want to do anything with it. His lack of affection towards me has only worsened this problem. I have had many conversations over the years, telling him how his lack of affection has had a major effect on my own confidence and image. He then will initiate once in the following day or two, then it goes right back to normal. During these conversations I have acknowledged it is not a one sided issue, and that I am to blame as well. But I've just been reaching a breaking point with it.
This does not only apply to bedroom intimacy. I am the one cuddling him, I am the one who puts my hand on his leg while driving, etc. It's the small things that I do, that he never does, that also weigh heavily on me.
Another issue, which I think is a stupid reason, but nonetheless has eaten away at me for some time. That reason being FOMO. Before moving in with my bf I lived with my family. I am extremely close to my family, i love them to death, and i would not have it any other way. I had stayed living at home due to being in university, and then stayed after until I was comfortable enough to move out. But I moved from my parents house straight into my bf's place. I have never once lived on my own. When living at home my parents were a bit strict, always needing to know where I was at all times. They have definitely loosened up a bit with my younger siblings, but being the oldest I got the brunt of their strictness. The idea and desire to be independent and on my own has taken up a lot of space in my thoughts over the past few months. I am now in a financial position where I can do that and live comfortably, and I think about it constantly.
I feel as though I have not had the opportunity to find out who I am as an individual person. I have only been part of a unit, without the freedom to discover.
There is also the side of me that keeps saying to myself that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. That maybe I will never find a partner that I can be as compatible or attracted to as I once was with him.
While there are other small issues that have arrisen, these two are the biggest in my mind and causing me the most grief. It's come to a point with my bf that what I once thought were cute mannerisms I now find annoying. I have trouble staying positive and happy around him, because when I look at him, my mind immediately goes to wishing he would just break up with me to make this all easier.
I feel like a complete asshole for having these thoughts, and it's extremely unfair to him. But there is part of me that is holding out hope. That maybe this is a phase and I'll get over it. That if I can just get over these feelings, it can go back to what it was a year ago and I won't have to tell him anything.
He sacrificed to move to live with me in my city. And now that he is here, my family loves him so much, and my friends love him, and his friends love me. I can be a people pleaser, and it causes me stress knowing other people have negative opinions of me, or that I have inconvenienced or made someone upset. These are also reasons I have yet to end things. I would have trouble facing those people that I know love him too, that I have removed him from their life.
These is also a part of me that worries what he will do to himself if I break up with him. I don't want him to harm himself in any way.
Over the years I have brought up all these points separately, and he is aware these are things I have trouble with. But they all seem to be now converging in my mind at once, and I am having a lot of trouble.
I do have therapy scheduled for June. I won't be making and rash decisions or anything until that is done. But i also understand that it is unfair and mean to leave my bf like this without having some sort of discussion on my feelings. I don't have many friends that I can talk about these kinds of issues with and I really needed to get this off my chest, so I appreciate all those who read through my story.
TL:DR. I have fallen out of love with my bf due to intimacy issues and FOMO, and I'm unsure if the relationship is salvageable.
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2024.05.18 22:54 Dense-Kangaroo8696 How definitive are my negative tests?

Hi all
I recently ran an IGenex panel that tested for Lyme (immunoblot) and confections (IGM/IGG antibodies test+FISH for Babesia). I was basically negative on everything - only oddity was that I was positive on band 41 for the immunoblot IGG, and borderline/indeterminate on bands 66 and 93.
Should I consider this definitive in ruling out chronic Lyme and/or coinfections? I’m presenting with a lot of nonspecific symptoms similar to a chronic fatigue syndrome - fatigue, neuro issues, chemical and food sensitivities, cardiac issues, but no post exertion malaise - but I never had traditional Lyme symptoms or a bullseye rash.
However I did have a tick on me a few years back, and the other blood testing my doc ran did turn up IGG titers for tularemia, suggesting that it did transmit something (though I never developed symptoms of tularemia, suggesting that my body fought it off before it developed into a full disease).
Additionally my CD8+CD57 count is low- 36 specifically. This means I’m fighting something, but not sure that the something is necessarily Lyme (I have a history of other immune issues as well, since I had PANDAS as a kid).
So I’m a little confused and could use direction/perspective. Thanks in advance!
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2024.05.18 22:19 AugmentioOfDelphi What could this be?

I posted yesterday as well. But I am desperate. My 11yo brother has this rash on his hand and across torso. But it doesn’t itch him at all. We first noticed a few spots on May 2nd and it’s spread since. There’s a burrow on his palm but I’m not too sure if it is.
I had scabies too. But I treated myself (perm+ivermectin) and my family (all asymptomatic then) in early April (perm x2) . We haven’t shared furniture/clothes/bedding, or had skin to skin contact since then. My parents are still asymptomatic.
Again, it doesn’t itch. What could this be?
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2024.05.18 22:12 everfadingrain New allergy help?

For few days I've been having this rash on my arm that itches and random itching all over my body. My ears feel full and my throat feels like I am sick, itchy, slightly difficult on swallowing.
My mother is a nurse working with allergies for 15 years, so she told me to take cetirizine and I did.
However, the itching is not gone, it's just reduced, but I still get it. Is this normal? Or is the med not working?
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2024.05.18 21:55 therealdocturner Shriveled

Blake was listening to his sister through his headphones while she ripped into him about his hopeless addiction to pornography. He rolled his eyes as she went on and on about his sexist attitudes and his distorted views on women and sex. If his sister had only known that he was scrolling through explicitly drawn versions of Marge Simpson and Lois Griffin in various poses with various props, she would have hung up the phone and given up.
As far as Blake was concerned there were no distortions in his mind about women. He had lived through so many interactions and had seen so many videos of women being terrible people that it only reinforced his bias.
Porn didn’t judge Blake. Porn didn’t make Blake do things that he didn’t want to do. He spent time with women the way he wanted to. If he wanted a woman to act a certain way, he could find a video where she did just that.
The way he saw it, women wanted a lot, and if they didn’t get what they wanted, they made everyone’s life hell until they did. Conversely, if a man wanted something, it was tough luck. He watched his mother treat his father like that until the day he died, overworked and unhappy.
Less than a year after his mother put his father in the ground, she was with someone else that she was all too happy to control. Porn gave Blake the control, and he liked it.
“Blake, I love you, but you’re going to waste your whole life in front of a screen holding your dick.”
“Don’t you have another kid that you should be working on squirting out?”
She hung up.

Blake was caught watching videos at work again, but this time he had a plan. He knew eventually that he would be caught, but after losing three jobs for the very same reason, he hatched a simple way of ensuring that he wouldn’t lose out on any money, and be able to stick it to the boss and company he hated for no other reason than employing him.
Blake was called into his manager’s office, but before anything could be said, Blake blurted out that he needed to take mental leave. He sobbed in front of his manager while he said that the job was giving him thoughts of hopelessness and self harm, but he was smiling on the inside. He was talking just loud enough for a few people outside of the office to hear him.
His manager's face was red.
“Cornered you, bitch.” Blake thought to himself. “Good luck firing someone who’s crying out for mental help.”
Blake figured that he’d be able to stretch this out for at least a month. A month of paid time off doing what he loved.

“It’s my phone!” he muttered to himself as he rode the elevator down to his new found freedom. “If people have a problem with the things I’m looking at, perhaps they shouldn’t be looking over my shoulder and mind their own fucking business.”
He didn’t mind the other people in the elevator, or their awkward expressions. They didn’t matter to him. No one really did.

Still on a high from manipulating his boss into a corner, Blake decided to do something new on the bus ride to his apartment building. He clicked on a video. He wasn’t exactly watching the video, rather he was watching people’s reactions out of the corners of his eyes.
He kept the volume low, but up just enough so the moaning could be heard.
At first, people around him were wondering if they were actually hearing what they thought they were hearing.
He was trying not to laugh at their reactions. People began to move to other seats, and soon enough, everyone was giving him disgusted looks.
“Fuck em.” he whispered.
He noticed one man sitting in the back of the bus who was giving him quite a different look than everyone else. The man was well dressed. Perfect hair. Perfect teeth.
He was smiling at Blake.
Blake, a self admitted and overly enthusiastic homophobe, turned off the video. He began to worry that he had attracted the wrong kind of attention.

Blake was all too eager to get out of the bus and hurry towards the doors to his building. He heard a voice behind him that caused him to catch a breath and lose his forward progress. He turned around. It was the beautiful man from the back of the bus.
“Excuse me! I’d like to have a word!”
Blake found his voice hypnotic, and his stride was elegant, almost like he was floating just above the cracked and cruddy sidewalk.
“I uh… couldn’t help but notice what you were doing on the bus young man. I think I have something you might be interested in.”
Blake was lost in that voice. He had never been attracted to another man, but he was feeling things inside himself that he’d never felt before, and he hated himself for it. After a long awkward silence, Blake finally found his voice.
“Look buddy, take your pixy dust and bother someone else. You’re not my type.”
“Oh, you’re definitely my type.” The beautiful man laughed and handed him a plain white business card with nothing but a web address on it. “In so many different ways, you’re exactly my type.”
“What is this?”
“It’s my business, Kid. You want videos you can’t tear yourself away from? Trust me. It’s the newest thing.”
He winked at Blake and walked away.
-
Blake was staring at his screen while he was riding in the elevator. There was a paywall. A dollar for the first month, then a hundred dollars a month after that.
No screenshots or thumbnails, just a form for a credit card. As the doors opened to his floor, he put his phone in his pocket and decided against any further investigation. He was sure that it was a scam of some kind.

Until ten o’clock that night, Blake engaged in his normal activities with one new addition he had begun almost two weeks prior. He built two shelves in front of two different air vents in his apartment, and he had placed speakers on the shelves. The tenants in his building got to experience all of the auditory pleasures of the thrusting and jiggling and smacking that he was watching.
Blake made sure he followed the rules, and nothing came out of those speakers after ten p.m., but it was fair game until that time.
He would laugh to himself thinking about the tenants having to listen. He wasn’t sure how far the sound traveled through the vents, but he figured that most people on his floor were getting a good chunk of it.
That night though, his usual joyful time in front of his phone, his 70 inch television, and his newly discovered fondness for Cerave was marred by the thought of something unique and dangerous out there that he hadn’t seen.
After several attempts at a satisfactory denouement in his masturbatory madness, Blake finally gave up, raised the white flag on its limp post, and went to bed.

Blake kept hearing the man’s siren-like voice in his head while he tried to sleep. After almost two hours of tossing and turning, he sat up and snatched his phone from the charger and typed his credit card information into the mysterious site. He just had to know.
The site opened up and he was instantly intrigued. There were no thumbnails on any of the videos, but the descriptions on each of them were so graphic, profane, and dehumanizing that it would do us all a great service if they were not repeated here. Blake’s favorite appendage however, jumped to a zealous attention at the graphic depictions that the perverse descriptions painted within his brain.
Blake stripped off his briefs and sat down on the edge of his bed. His left hand gripped the phone while his right hand eagerly gripped something else.
He clicked on the first video and it began to load.
Blake waited.
And waited.
And waited.
The video wasn’t loading, so Blake decided to try another one, only to find that his left thumb wouldn’t move. He realized that his entire body was stiff. Nothing would move with the exception of his eyes. He couldn’t even speak.
All he could do was stare at the glowing screen in the darkness of his apartment.
After a moment, his mind started to race while his body remained ridiculously rigid.

Three hours had passed. Blake had been able to see every minute tick by. He had watched his battery meter slowly run down to eighty percent. He had thought that his screen would eventually turn off, but it never did. It was still trying to load the video.
Something was tickling his nose and his face itched. His back had begun to ache and he felt some tiny pin pricks along his still turgid tool. He wanted to cry, but nothing would come. In fact, his eyes had begun to dry because he had not been able to blink.
Blake watched another hour go by before his body finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep, in spite of the fact that he could not close his eyes.

He awoke six hours later and his vision was partially obscured. Still holding his phone and his phallus, Blake tried to scream. The sun was now coming through the window of his apartment. He could see his reflection in the mirror that was on the opposite wall. His hair was long, and it was white. A spotty and wiry beard had exploded out of his face and it hung down to just above his enlarged and sagging nipples set in a sagging and flabby chest.
His breaths were shorty and ragged; phlegm was gurgling with each inspiration.
His arms and legs were covered in large liver spots and all of his skin was a purple paper thin.
He was old.
The shock of seeing his hunched and rigid reflection had staved off the feeling of pain from his nether regions for only a moment. His fingernails were growing on his hands. Some of the yellow things were curling around his phone while the others were curling and jabbing into what now looked like a deflated balloon stretched too thin, that was desperately trying to retreat into his abdomen against his rigid grip.
The battery on his phone was blinking.
It was about to die. He wondered what happened when the battery ran out, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew exactly what would happen when that loading screen finally went dark.
His sister’s words were all he could think about as the screen and the world went dark.

After several nights of peace, Blake’s neighbors noticed an awful smell emanating from the air vents. After several complaints, the building’s Super opened Blake’s apartment and found the withered, still rigid frame of a dead old man sitting upright on the edge of the bed.
After taking several photos that he would post later on social media and stealthily absconding with almost a full bottle of Cerave, the Super called the authorities.
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