So, i don’t really know what’s happening. I did nothing out of the ordinary today and it’s been 6 hours my belly button hurts. I suddenly sensed it when i was bending/putting pressure on it. But now it’s even bothering me when i move in bed. It’s not super painful but enough to bother me. But when i look at it i see nothing, no redness, no swelling, no dirty stuff ... it just hurts (besides maybe the scar of the belly button itself that is more visible than i remember ?). Tho, when i touch it i feel like one of the side (the one that hurts) is more hard than the other and forms maybe like a little protuberance ? But nothing that i can see because it’d be very small and it’s inside my belly button (it’s an inward one). Ill definitely go check with a doctor when i can but id like to know if anyone has an idea of what it could be, it’s really uncomfortable. Id describe it like a "bruise" type of pain. Like when you put pressure on a bruise but maybe also "burning" slightly. I just hope it’s not that bad ahah, im not used to have pain in that area.
I take no medication beside birth control pill. Thx all.

[TW + marked NSFW for mention of SA]
Making this post because lots of people are still actively spreading misinformation and lies about Hyuna's boyfriend, Junhyung, and it's harmful in many ways, because as opposed to what many people think and tell, the investigation concluded that Junhyung never shared SA videos or received SA videos, or hidden camera videos, or sex-tapes, and that he was never part of the JJY group chats.
Jong Joonyoung (JJY)'s group chats in which hidden camera videos were shared without the consent of the girls (molka) and the Burning Sun scandal are two different things, but JJY's group chat was discovered through the Burning Sun investigation (2019). If you want to learn about it, the BBC has just released a documentary on Burning Sun, JJY & the molka chatrooms are also adressed in it. (You can already note that JJY & Junhyung's names are pretty close, therefore lots of people mistaked them when the news of his relationship with Hyuna came out in January. There were enough people to clarify that and make it clear that JJY ≠ Junhyung though, but not so many know what was actually Junhyung's part and are therefore still spreading misleading information.)
When SBS's '8'O'Clock News' news first shared screenshots of messages JJY and other idols had exchanged in the chatrooms, Junhyung's message was added and edited, which made it seem like he was part of the groupchats when he wasn't.
In 2015, he was sent one video by JJY (1-1) that was not a sex-tape but a video of a girl taken in a pub in which he (JJY) was touching her (or she was touching him) (no nudity or intercourse in the video), the video was made with her consent but was not sent with her consent. This is the video he's talking about in his statement about leaving Highlight, and the video he made crude comments about. There are no other videos.
(see first line of the table: kbs court documents translation*, he is not mentioned again *original article link)
He later on received a message from JJY that was something like "I got caught sending the video", to which Junhyung replied "You got caught by her? (the girl from the video)" (that's the message that was edited by SBS that made it seem like he was part of the groupchats), and didn't report him.
I'm adding a part of a comment of another redditor that went through the case's files, as it sums up things well: "[...] The video in question was of JJY engaged in making out with a woman in a bar and that she put her hand on a "certain part of his anatomy". The police transcript went on to say that the video was taken with the woman's knowledge and consent, but she did not consent to having it shared. There was no nudity or intercourse shown in the video. I don't know if Yong Junhyung knew it was sent without the woman's consent. The transcript did not reveal what the text of the messages about the video said, however Yong Junhyung has said he feels embarrassed and ashamed about what he said in response to receiving this video. So no doubt it was something douchy, but not necessarily worse than what you would expect guys texting about such a video would be. There is no evidence in the transcripts to suggest that Yong Junhyung knew that women were being SA'd or that illegal videos were being made and shared. The video he received was not exactly something you could take to the police as its not illegal to make out in a bar."
He did not go to jail and wasn't sentenced, he was called in as a witness and fully cooparated with the police, left his group to atone and protect Highlight from the backlash.
Also Junhyung is NOT the guy (Choi Jong Bum) that abused and blackmailed Goo Hara back in 2018/2019. Junhyung and Hara dated for about 2 years in 2011, anyone claiming he abused her is making things up (according to official sources, Junhyung was a supportive boyfriend who helped Hara through some hard times, and the two ended things amicably and decided to remain friends).
I've seen people on Twitter, on Reddit, in Hyuna's comments section, on Youtube, calling him a rapist, saying he was involved in 'non-consensual gang bangs', watched 'SA videos of young girls', is a 'sex traffickant', 'sex criminal' or that he admitted "watching SA videos", and to what we know by the investigation that was led, that is NOT TRUE.
That's for the actual facts, please do not spread misinformation and don't buy in everything you read. You're free not to support their relationship but spreading lies is not ok.
more sources: Statement from Around Us Ent. before Junhyung left HIGHLIGHT (before clarification): "Hello, this is Around Us Ent. We are writing in regards to the news of the reveal of singer Jung Joon Young’s KakaoTalk chatroom, which was reported on SBS’s ‘8 O’Clock News’ on March 11, 2019. We are aware that people are saying that Highlight member Yong Junhyung is the ‘Singer Yong’ that is shown in the contents of the conversation from the group chatroom with illegal hidden camera footage that was revealed on the news. Yong Junhyung has no connection to the filming or sharing of illegal videos. Also, Yong Junhyung has never been in a chatroom where Jung Joon Young’s illegal hidden camera videos were shared. In addition to that, we have confirmed that he has never been in any group chatroom at all with Jung Joon Young. We directly confirmed with Yong Junhyung after the news report and found out that conversation that was shared in the news was originally the content of a one-on-one conversation between Jung Joon Young and Yong Junhyung. Previously in 2016 [actually 2015 but Around Us Ent. didn't have this information at the moment, cf Junhyung's declaration coming after] when Jung Joon Young was having a hard time due to a personal matter, Yong Junhyung asked him what was happening. Jung Joon Young replied ‘I got caught taking a video and sending it [the message included symbols for laughter],” and [Yong Junhyung] asked in return, ‘You mean you were caught by the woman?’ In regards to the simulated group chatroom screenshot that was shared in the news, we plan to verify with SBS News about the authenticity. [...]" referring to the fact that in the screenshots first shared by SBS, it made it seem like he was part of the chatroom
Junhyung's declaration when leaving Highlight: "Hello, this is Yong Jun-hyung. First, I sincerely apologize to the members and all fans who have had a hard time because of me these past few days. After the SBS 8 o'clock news on the 11th, I received a call from the company to check the facts. At that time, I didn't understand the point well and only conveyed that I wasn't in [the] group chat. Therefore, the company, taking my side, officially stated that the report was not accurate, but it was based on the wrong information I provided. In the process of preparing the official statement with the company, I mentioned that the incident was in 2016 because the conversation with Jung Joon-young wasn't saved in my KakaoTalk, so I couldn't accurately check the date at that time. I apologize for adding to everyone's confusion on this as well.
Regarding the KakaoTalk content from late 2015 reported in the news, the conversation with Jung Joon-young was after we drank together the previous day. He told me about an incident (being caught sharing illegal video recording), and I replied, "You got caught by the girl?" I did not receive that video at that time, but I did receive one on a different occasion. In addition, I had inappropriate conversations regarding it. All these actions were extremely immoral, and I was foolish. I failed to recognize this as a crime and illegal behavior, and was complacent about it, and I regret not firmly stopping it.
Yesterday, I went for a reference person investigation related to this issue. I spoke truthfully about everything I knew and cooperated with the investigation. While receiving the witness interview, I saw exactly what conversations I had in the past, and I felt indescribably ashamed and [horrified/regretful].
I have never engaged in illegal acts like taking or spreading hidden camera videos. Since the end of 2016, my relationship with Jung Joon-young was just occasionally asking about each other's well-being. However, knowing about it, I thought and acted too easily and carelessly, being an onlooker to this serious issue that could've led to more victims.
I'm truly sorry for betraying the trust of the members and fans who believed in me, failing to reciprocate the love given to me. I realize the severity of this matter, and I do not want any further harm to be done to my fans and members who must have been disappointed because of me, so I will leave the group Highlight as of March 14, 2019. I will live while reflecting on myself again and again. I apologize sincerely once again."

My infant (9mo) had a dime size piece of a houseplant (zz plant) in his mouth yesterday morning. I was able to get it out fairly quickly, but he was chewing on it for a good 30 seconds. Today he has had constant diarrhea. I’ve left a message with his peds nurse but have not heard back. I am reading mixed information online as to whether or not this plant is poisonous to humans. Any experience? Should I be concerned? His diarrhea is moderate (6 ish loose/watery stools today). Otherwise he is happy go lucky and doesn’t seem uncomfortable at all.
He is a big baby- 99th percentile in both weight and height with no other health concerns. Eats a ton solids, is mobile, and has reached all milestones on time this far.

TW mention of SA and physical abuse
I’ve looked up this specific question so many times, but never found any info on anything besides asking whether or not tickling in and of itself is torture or abuse (I personally feel like it's clear that over-tickling someone or even restraining to tickle is abusive--no idea why this is socially acceptable).
Never saw it listed as a means of coercion or force; yet, that’s been my experience with over-tickling 100% of the time?? Has anyone else experienced this?
As a child, one of my parents would restrain and tickle me far past the point of me yelling, kicking, and screaming for it to stop. Even past the point of letting them know I couldn’t breathe and very clearly gasping for air. My head felt like an over-inflated balloon, like I was going to pass out, and my entire body would eventually go limp. I’d be tickled into submission in order to be inappropriately touched or to force me to show physical affection. It would only stop if I’d give in or escape.
As a teen and adult, tickling was used in the same manner, by people who were very similar to my abuser (who I assume is a sadistic N, which is why I’m here specifically). There were at least 3 others who shared narcissistic and particularly sexually sadistic traits who used tickling to force me into letting them do whatever they wanted.
Is this a thing with Ns?? I just can’t believe I’ve never seen this listed anywhere when it’s literally happened to me with every SA.
I have seen posts of them using it to abuse in general, and I’ve seen it listed as a sign of sexual grooming. Curious to know if anyone else has experienced this, if it's common, or if I've just attracted a lot of sadistic creeps.

So, I want to preface this by saying I write solely in third person, and write a minimum of two paragraphs per response. I recently turned 18, and I’d prefer whoever I write with to be between the ages of 16 and 22. This story won’t include anything sexual, but there will be a lot of romantic tension and ideally some emotionally heavy moments! Bonus points if you have an original character in mind for this, and want to build a friendship outside of just being writing partners! There’s two chapters to this story, we can obviously write both but I’m more than okay with skipping over to the second chapter.
Our characters have been best friends since kindergarten. I’ve been to every one of your birthday parties, we’ve walked home together ever since we were in the second grade, we’ve even invited each other to family vacations, etc. We’ve always been close, in spite of how different we are. You were always more of an introvert, but I couldn’t be any more different. My outgoingness even landed me a small acting gig in a local commercial, which ended up snowballing into something bigger.
The first chapter of this story opens with what your character thinks is just another sleepover. My little brother keeps pestering us, all while you’re in awe of him and cheering him on. You’ve always thought of him as your own brother, and he even has a mild crush on you. Slowly, over the course of the night, our characters start to uncover some romantic feelings for each other. It’s always been looming over us, especially when other people pointed it out, but we’ve never paid much attention to it. After all, why can’t a boy and a girl just be friends. Later on, things come to a boiling point, only for my character to tell you that he’s moving to Los Angeles to pursue an acting career. You’re understandably heartbroken. The morning after is awkward and uncomfortable for more reasons than one.
The second chapter of this story opens three years later. Once I left town, we didn’t stay in touch. That wasn’t really your call. Every time you tried reaching out, you would never get the responses that you expected. You suspect it’s because I were too busy to keep up with you. To fill up the empty space, you started getting into songwriting and playing the piano because you needed some way to put into words just how angry you are at me. Instead of letting it eat you up inside, you wanted to channel it into something creative. You put some of your songs up on social media and gained a small following. You started getting messages from people in the industry who wanted to sign you to a record deal and eventually, you decided to bite. While in the midst of sending out college applications, you signed with a record label.
You got an apartment in Santa Monica and started going to recording studios to work on new music. You put out your first song, that one song you’d written years ago that kept resonating with you. Obviously it was about me. All of our old friends could tell it was about me. Suddenly, you’re everywhere. Your face is on billboards, your name is in tabloids, it was... terrifying. You get an invite to an industry event, from some CEO. You figure it’s a good way to make connections. After all, you’re the new girl in town. Everybody wants to talk to you... except me.
From the minute we spotted each other across the crowded room, I never once looked your way again. It made your blood boil. You want to scream at me, make a scene, and let everyone know what an asshole I am... but you couldn’t. Instead, I’d beaten you to the punch. I gracefully made my way to you and pulled me aside.

Country: US (Kentucky)
Possible exposure date: May 20 2024, morning
I have never had any kind of vaccine.
Should I be worried about rabies from a dead squirrel? I recently (yesterday morning) found a dead squirrel in my yard. I decided to burry it and used rubber gloves, cardboard, and a plastic bag to move it, I would have used a shovel to not touch it at all but we don’t have one. I tried my best to touch it as little as possible but had to adjust the plastic bag multiple times and lost track of where I was holding and where the squirrel had been touched with it. When I found the squirrel it had no visible injuries so I can’t tell how it died, it was just laying on its back in my yard. I don’t think it had been there long. I’m a baby and cried a few times while trying to get it buried, and am now worried that I may have touched/rubbed my eyes or nose at some point during the process of burying the squirrel. I threw the gloves I was wearing in the trash and washed my hands after but I cant say for sure I didn’t touch my face/eyes/nose with my hands somewhere inbetween, which could have possibly had saliva on them. Do I need to be worried about rabies spreading through that??

So my boyfriend and I haven’t had sex but those areas have touched a lot and I’m getting pregnancy symptoms- I’m super tired, discharge is yellow, I’m peeing a lot, I’m having trouble regulating temperature and I don’t know if these are pregnancy symptoms or because of thrown off hormones?

Hi all, wanted some advice on my masters application. I applied to MSc Political Science (Political Behavior) with my second choice being ISPP. My worry is that’s it’s been a really long time since I applied and I haven’t heard anything.
I applied on March 9th, it’s now May 21st. In mid-April I got an email asking for further information from the department. They wanted proof of quantitative training. I submitted this the next day and has been more than a month since I did.
How long do I wait before I just assume I was rejected or try and get in touch with them?

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Hello, please ignore the formatting I’m on mobile. I (16) have a couple friends that I eat lunch with, most of which are also around 16 or 15. I’ve gotten into an argument with one of my friends about this topic before when they said something about how I would never understand being poor blah blah blah because I was born rich or something after I had gotten mad at them for stealing from a store. Whenever people come to my house I can always see the looks that they give me or others around. Its the “oh they rich rich” I wasn’t born rich but I also wasn’t born poor either, neither was I born middle class. My parents are both immigrants and my father had an especially hard time considering he was not wealthy at all and was scrapping together whatever he could in order to get by. After getting married to my mom they bought a house when the market wasn’t so terrible and had my older sibling and moved to be closer to my dads college but kept the house and rented it out to others. Our house is nice because we sold the old one for more than double its initial price. I’m used to people making comments and giving me looks whenever they talk about their financial situations because “I’ll never understand” they’re the ones who don’t understand and its starting to get on my nerves. I will admit now that my family is financially stable I’ve been getting pampered by my parents but the way my friends talk to me about money makes me sound like some spoiled brat. Which, at least I’d like to think, isn’t true. I try my best to let my parents know how much I appreciate all their hard work. They came from almost nothing and now they can take vacations and enjoy all the money they worked so hard for but when my friends make comments and such it feels like a slap in the face of all my parents hard work. I feel like im being dramatic but I just want them to shut up about it.

okay so i ended up getting my ears pierced today and i don’t like how they look at all. i’ve always been rly repulsed of any sort of j*** like my mom would wear a r* and i literally would not let her touch me. i thought that i just wasn’t used to what it looked like on me, but i don’t know what to do. only type of bracelets i have are string&beads + crystals, and i think ive made a serious mistake. overwhelming me the more i think about it

M21 I'm doubting if it was strict parenting or if it was the drink but I want opinions. She has done a lot but I don't feel entirely satisfied either. But in the days I have drafted this, my doubts only grow.
As a kid my mom hawked over me and now things I wish I could have experienced did not exist, like going to a park or playground with a friend without supervision, whereas she did. Going to the gas station for snack I couldn't, when she asked her parents and was given a quarter when everything was a cent. Riding a bike was limited to the street we live on, and when I was able to leave, I couldn't leave the neighborhood when she walked for a while to make sure her friend got home. Once sitting on my bike at the edge of the sidewalk and she walked over, cursed me out for going on a different street and wouldn't believe me. I couldn't go to a friends house because I was going to do my homework how my teacher taught me instead of hers, which I didnt know and was not taught. At a friends house, she berated me for making her wait in the car for a few minutes longer than the arranged pickup time. By comparison to what it would have been like, it is a magical opportunity lost.
For most of my school years, all I did was go to school, do homework and play games. Despite catching on to lessons quickly, classes were something to pass, nothing more, not even for life skills. Have a B? Make it an A. I did. Is the project due? Make it better. Alright. Taking orchestra and painting was fleeting then and while I enjoyed it, it was only done for practice or assignment. Now I am upset that it was all I did instead of going out and experiencing life: going out with friends, finding a club or sport to do, or just big activity sessions. Never had a curfew because I never left home to start. I may have had fun gaming then, but I lament heavy over that now to where I will not touch one. A future education and the future as a whole I should have taken a lot more seriously than I could possibly have imagined. School did push for it, but I was a fool and did not care.
Other than the occasional family visit, I did nothing and learned nothing. Never taught to cook much, properly clean, shop for necessities, make right finances, etc. Future prospects was left to whatever I would choose, which I would put it later down the road. Never got any real world experience and just been sheltered for so long, both by my doing and my moms. No drive to do anything, nothing of a hopeful future, no being pulled out of whatever I was doing to learn anything or having skills necessary in the world today be incentivized. Aside from making sure I did well in school, I was left to myself.
She always has something to complain about. Streaks of mean and grumpy. Remembered somethings of what we were interested in but other times just an empty face. Who my mom is today is doom and gloom, speaking two different points that are showing the worst of her and nitpicking over every possible detail. Most of who she enjoys in media has an underlying toxic presence to them with name calling. Polarize, prejudice, politicize, judge and bias everything. Norway and Iceland? Too cold and mountainous, how could anyone have settled there? Germany? They all speak the same language and cannot understand anyone in a city that is 30 minutes away. That guy's accent she can't stand and defaulted to being generated, even though he sounds the same speaking Finnish. All for a better planet yet everything is wasted, trashed, or sent to China. Treat others how you want to be and from where I stand, seem like a backtalking coward. Couldn't have a water pitcher because "no one refilled it" to keep the filter going when I made sure to keep it plentiful. If she has a problem she will bring up the one exact same example related to the topic that I have heard plenty before. And most of the negative aspects of society happen more likely than they should. All while bring home a 24, 30 or however many count of budweiser a week at least. I imagine we only got along because I wasn't a brat anymore and did not try to upset her. Falling in line if you will.
Emotions bottled or maybe emotionally dead. The masculinity trap of what is the general expectation of "men". To express myself, to show emotion, to even cry is something I don't want to do out of fear of being seen, which is ironic given the code of the samurai. 6th grade she didn't remember to pick me up even though I said and called and a friend and his friend caught me being emotional and stayed around a bit to comfort me.
The fear that was put into everything. An actual quote went something as "If you get hurt, I'm not going to drive you to the hospital". Another "All girls are evil". And "that sounds too confrontational" when I asked neighbors to clean after their dog. Even questioning if my eyes doing something required a doctor for her to say that my eyes will fail naturally and something about her relative who had an eye problem and didn't see a doctor. Things that made me not do the kinds of things I want to do now. I have been so sheltered then and now that I want to go out but there is the ever scared part of me towards the unknown world. I feel I have been prejudiced into thinking such ways but there's no personal experience to back or challenge said thoughts.
Admittably, parts of me are glad I know what I have and want for morals and mindset, but its also a matter of temptation and theres still so much that I wish to explore. At times I feel I matured too quickly at the cost of a kids stupidity or innocence and now am too serious and heavyhearted for my own good. To be told how I've matured when there wasn't much to mature from. A part of me feels that I have taken after her cold, judgemental, selfish attitude and that makes me fearful to screw up any kind of friendship or relationship, and dreading that I could reflect that onto any child I may have no matter how far away into the future I do have one. I kind of want to hate her but I am so emotionally gone or warped that I can't. If I "rebel" now, or begin to, I feel that might get the fire started.
She would argue with my dad from time to time but then that continued on for days and it was a cold environment lasting days to weeks after a fight. Even prior to their fights, they rarely slept together in the same bed, let alone the same room. She would critique his employer and even his choice of friends. Once he woke up late, thus having us late to get ready for school and she began one for that. I don't remember the exact details but she once criticized him over a coat he got me. All while listening from the top of the stairs to even the bottom where I was covered by a wall. A few times we listened and we made noise that I think made them aware of us but that didn't stop them. Even starting in our presence where we would leave the room. It got to the point where he actually packed lightly to leave for the night or days and my brother and I stopped him just so he could be home. I wish I did let him go then.
I really do believe I could have had it differently if my dad was alive. He made such an effort. When I was in hospital at 4, he made the efforts to get me out and moving around. When I didn't know a swim style, he literally chucked me towards the deeper waters (I was scared, but he was right in the end, one of the fondest memories). He taught me how to use the mower and had a mini shop set up in the garage. I played with him so much and he got me into the complex games he enjoyed as I got older. For as rough we were, he was so gentle. I looked up to him then and even more than ever now. He made the effort to be one worthy of "Dad" and he was damn well worthy of that and no one could be more better for me.
"Faded gray are all the days of yesteryears So much time has turned to memories and to tears" -Valkyrja
I did graduate HS 3 years ago, did a summer program and since nothing. No job, education chances, or life plans. Even though I felt smarter, I was turned off of college simply for cost reasons and "feeding the rich" mindset. Last summer I began to look at my past and future with a whole new look with no physical change taking effect. First week into March this year I realized what I have been doing compared to how others are living through good and bad and I fell into depression hard. Now it persists with great off and on. Where I have been up at 9 in the morning to suddenly be up at 5 or 6 in the afternoon. Throughout the past 3 years, there was no making sure I was ok, no seeing how I felt, no finding out what I wanted to do. And I am still frightened of what may be out there, even when that is the key to the living that I want. I want to go, I need to go. But where? I leave for the good and better of myself, but I also leave behind this place I've called home, yet it's now so far from the one I want to remember with a fond memory. So much happens that seems to have been "normal" when it doesn't seem like it should. The same place with the same inhabitants in the same motions. No going out, no difference, no change, and VERY artificial. Nothing means anything anymore. To let how I feel about the previous years subside in me or blow over...
Always have been insecure, hesitant, second guessing. While others had spent their 18s, 19s and 20s going into the world doing many things, I've had the summer program at 18, nothing at 19, and two days in the big city to attend a concert at 20. Little noteworthy moments under my belt. It seems like love in the immediate family was not two ways or had to be earned. I have not grown. Who I am is not who I want to be at heart.
For 21, I know I should have more skills and be in better places, but theres nothing from anyone. No check-in, no advice, no motivation. Like "the birdling will leave the nest" instead of anyone preparing a boy to what is before him. Its not a snap of fingers or blink of an eye do I learn what is expected. On the grown up part, I feel heavily underprepared for the world and life. Far too long have I stayed and lived in my head. I cannot understand why I am still at home, a part of myself thinks to keep the peace but what peace needs to be kept? Nothing and no one is stopping me from leaving except myself and the thought that they will most definitely want to know where I am if I go, which I do not want to tell anyone. Or that I've been sheltered and not have realised the gates have been unlocked long ago. Things are not ok and I want to stop pretending when I leave. Even with Spring's green grass under a blue sky that ends the day with the orange sunset piercing the clouds to make them blue and pink do I feel grey.
"Watching to the night with tired eyes Waiting for nothing all my life" -Battle Against Time
I feel the kid within me, wanting to do those exciting things, yearning for any kind of companion or fellowship. What daylight reveries I can conjure to make him feel hopeful enough so he can shine soon. The things I want to do to feel happy. I want to water that little guy.
A lot of this I have remembered recently and still am connecting the dots. I already am upset at myself for not doing anything in life, but I want to be angry and I honestly hate myself for not seeing this sooner and listening to her for so long. Despite feeling broken and defunct, I still feel young enough but there's been so little done that it feels many chances are long gone. There is more freedoms I have that I do not know about and ones that I have had before that gathered dust. And now I am in a toss up between beginning college preparation now, leaving states or the country to act on these now childhood regrets. I don't want to be who I am now any longer. I just want to do something. And in between it all, confusion of what to do, how to feel and saddened that I am not who I once was or could have been.

hi friends, been going through a bit of a slump recently. As of late I’ve been seeing someone, we’ve been friends for a couple of years and have recently been trying to see if maybe we’d make a good fit romantically. I can’t even try to figure out how I feel for them, though, because my ocd (mainly harm ocd) has been just out of control. whenever they touch me I just get a surge of really awful uncomfortable intrusive thoughts. It came to a head when I just atarted crying just as we were getting intimate the other day, and I really don’t know what to do. I can’t explain this to them, I don’t think. I obviously have a lot of shame around it, but I really don’t know what to go from here. Does anyone else have experience with this? Any advice that you might have to share would be so appreciated. thank you!!

** this is a long rant
We broke up yesterday — after 16 months together and what was both our first relationship (both around 18-19 y/o). I met him online, me in nyc and him in LA. We both got into the same college and our first interaction was nothing but sparks. There was no consideration for looks, background, and what nots. To me, that was the purest form of connection and intent of interest. Fom my daylight to midnights, our hours were full of conversations, flirts, and little did I know, the beginning of love.
After three months of talking, he traveled across the country to meet me and those memories felt like scenes out of a Hollywood movie. Those memories I kept on as we did LDR for the next 5 months until college started. While it was hard, I learned with the time difference and schedule differences, it’s not the quantity of time you spend with each other but if the person on the other end is worth waiting for. I waited.
When college rolled around, he filled his schedule once again with student govt campaigns, clubs, and networking events (we go to a highly competitive school). I waited. I gave him my all (my firsts of everything) and we went on dates here and there but it felt nothing of what he promised: the quinesstenial college romance of holding hands down campus, studying in the library, watching the first autumn leaves fall. I asked why we can’t do all of this and he told me he’s busy and that there’s that insecurity in him to show personal life in public. I empathsized as his touch and his care behind the door meant more that what was displayed. So I became accustomed to waiting.
During winter, I reflected on our relationship: the imbalances of love. I asked am I receving as much as I’m giving? My love langauge is acts of service and physical touch. His, as I came to conclude, is quite rare. Because of his ambition, time is his most valuable asset — no matter how busy he is, he always makes time to spend time with me. I know that he loves me because he’s a person who puts up a strong front, a big smile, and what seems to be never-ending energy, but when he’s with me, he’s able to let it go. Like a bird who everyone sees soaring but only I can see when he’s down, with his wing tucked, and defenseless. I came to treasure this trust between us and proud of how deeply connected we became from just talking through a screen to be spending arm and limb next to each other.
-Yet, I couldn’t heal him. No matter how hard I’ve tried, he feels as if he lost himself in with the amount of things he’s trying to accomplish in college and as he tries to find his passion to pursue. Because we only spend nights together in the comfort of my room when both of us are tired from the day’s schedules, that old spark of never-ending conversations of random topics disappeared. For him, he enjoys my company but sometimes he feels as if this relationship felt like an obligation. Because I spent so much time invested to him, I also lost sight of who I was coming into college, full of aspirations to do and explore.
We talked about this issue, and I told him, yes we need to redirect our focus but it doesn’t have to mean the chopping board. As students, the most and least I can give is my time for when he needs support and comfort. I want to be with him along this journey and come out into real adulthood with memories and success to share. But as the stubborn soul he is, he reaffirms that he doesn’t want us to cling on and salvage the bare minimum. he told me, “if I have a chance at loving you again after college, I will fall even harder.”
This love was becoming cancerous. From one day to the next, our love catching closer to the end depsite our souls becoming more saturated with depth. Why can’t love be everlasting like the fairytales promised.
I miss him so much and I don’t know how I should treat him. should i wait for him until we’re ready? what are the boundaries of us? we both agreed to continue to talk because we care and support each other but will he still be soft and gentle to me because he loves me but we’re not in a relationship? will he wait for us?

On Saturday, my (F/NB23) very close friend and coworker Hannah (F24) and her boyfriend Chris (M24) threw a late Cinco de Mayo party for a few of our coworkers and some of the girlfriends. There were 10 of us in total.
I was at the party from 7pm to 1am but the party lasted until 2am. Very important detail: I do not drink, and I was the only sober one. We've had plenty of parties before where I was the only sober one and we've never had any problems. Hannah was more trashed than normal this time though. When she's only drunk, Hannah is mostly herself but more goofy and loud. I learned on Saturday that when she is trashed, she's a completely different person. She is pushy, aggressive, and gets angry.
I'll do my best to properly paint the picture. We were all in the kitchen. 4 people were playing pong on the island, everyone else spectating. I was tucked in the corner of the counter, as in my ass was tucked in the L shape the counter makes. I was taking tons of pictures throughout the night, so I can easily recollect a lot of these details. At some point, Hannah turns around to talk to me. She puts her left arm on my right shoulder, pins me in the L-shape crook of the counter and presses herself against me. Immediately, she goes in for a kiss. I lean back, tell her no, and try to nicely get her off of me. Then she gets mad. Hannah says "What the hell!? My best friend and I make out all the time when we're drunk. Gimme a kiss," and immediately goes for it again. At that point, I push her off of me and walk to the other side of the apartment. In the moment, I was just like "that was weird as hell," but the more I thought about it, the worse I felt. All of this was right next to her boyfriend, and he didn't even react. Hannah left me alone after that.
Something I don't open up to a lot of people about is how many times I've been assaulted in my life. This is a bit out of character because I am such an open person about literally anything else. I cried to my mom about this today (the following Tuesday) and then admitted that I had been assaulted a lot previously. I'm very close to my mom and I didn't even tell her about any of these previous assaults. I feel like I have to make this distinction even though I really don't, but I have never been raped. I have been touched, held, groped, pinned, and other very traumatic things. Hannah was aware that I have been assaulted before but nothing more.
What Hannah had done was something my first boyfriend, Andrew, did to me a lot in our very short 2 months together. The first time he tried to kiss me, he grabbed my face and went in for it while we were in the car. I had to grab his face and shove him away. (Don't ask me why I still dated him, I have no idea either.) He tried to fuck me in the car on another occasion by climbing on top of me. He pinned me down onto a fallen tree in the woods and touched me and kissed me. He ...you get the point. Andrew was not the first nor last person to assault me.
What's destroying me the most is that she was the closest and basically only friend I have in this area. We all work in an office together, and I literally couldn't go to work today out of fear of seeing her (she was out yesterday). Hannah has an important interview tomorrow morning, then afterwards I'm going to tell her that I need space and our relationship needs to stay purely professional now. I can almost guarantee you she doesn't remember this occurring because she was so drunk. I asked two other people and they don't remember either.
Tldr; My coworker and close friend tried to assault me while very drunk (and I sober) at a party next to her boyfriend. Now, I have to face her about it and ask for space.

Im a little behind on this post, I know, but it’s been on my mind heavy so here it goes. Who else noticed she took her rings off right before for the maternity pictures?? She claimed it was bc of her “hands swelling”yet she was able to magically put them back on what seemed like immediately after?! Right. It’s giving she knows how ridiculous and tacky they look for one and especially since they aren’t even engaged or married ???? Perhaps she should’ve also considered not having such trashy and tasteless inspiration for them as that should also be something she would’ve one day looked back and cringed on 🫠 really shows these “influencers” are so out of touch with reality and do whatever for views that they’ll look stupid on the internet which is around just as long as those pictures…. Forever.. but think she’s doing something by making sure they aren’t in the pictures? ORRRR which would be the more dense and Christen thing to do, she had hopes he’d surprise propose during the shoot and wanted to make sure that finger was free 🤷🏻‍♀️ idk just a thought

a few days ago my bottom right teeth become sensitive. if i touch them it doesn’t hurt but my gums do so i think it’s more of a gum issue than anything.
it was sensitive to hot and cold things a few days ago but has gotten a lot less since as i’ve focused on cleaning there more than regularly
looks like maybe a small hole between two teeth but not sure

Sorry for the shitty formating, I'm on mobile.
TLDR: Stupid idiot (probably) gets flirted with by a GORGEOUS girl, like she could just walk into a bar and everyone looks over gorgeous. Stupid guy ends up on here, not know how to react.
So this morning, I was at school, as you do you do and I had to go to the hall to use one of my schools pcs because I forgot my charger. As I start walking towards the pcs I noticed there was an aqaintance of mine sitting at a table behind me (she had a short fling with a friend of mine) I don't really pay attention so as I start logging in, I get my name called, I look over and just say hi how are ya, the basics, right?
Onto the relvant stuff we go.
I turn back, and I've been growing a mustache over the break and the acquaintances friend (I don't know her name, so I'll call her Anne from now on) tells me it looks really good on me
I'm not really good with compliments in general so I just said thank you with a big smile, then Anne asks me "Can I touch it?", I get really flustered, and without turning around from my monitor I say "sorry, only I get the privilige to touch it", and I understand that it's either just teasing, or maybe even flirting. I make a bit of a joke about it as we go back and forth, mostly without turning my face away from the screen (because I'm embarressed? Idk) eventually she jokingly tells me to face her when she talking to me, and after a bit of pushing I do, and immediately I don't know what to say because let me tell ya, she's GORGEOUS, like she's not even hot just actually gorgeos, I can't put it into words.
Then I ask her if maybe she has a mustache of her own and she could touch that instead? (????) She says no and even had my aqaintance check it to which she says; yea a little bit. Before I can say anything she immediately says but I want to touch yours! Again, I don't know if this is just a stupid joke or genuinely flirting. I tell her she can get on her knees, beg and cry however much she wants but she won't get to touch my mustache (my horrible attempt at flirting) She just straight up says ok I'll get on my knees, probably one of the most obvious innuendos I've ever heard, coming from a gorgeous girl, who seems to be into me somehow.
I don't know what to say and luckily a few more of their friends join them and I'm relieved but also frustrated that I don't get to keep talking to her. I also forgot to mention that the both of them complimented me on a few things beforehand like how I'm smart because I used the excuse "I forgot my charger at home, can I work in the hallway" to which I responded with "I know right?" Then Anne said something like "Well don't be too egoistic" I just responded with a little quip which I use far too often:"Can't help it, massive ego" She said she likes that about me (???)
So I know this seems like some random internet weirdo rambling on and on about some dumb thing, and that might be so, I just genuinely want to know why I can't just go up to her and ask for her number or instagram, you know? I'm an outgoing guy, mostly, but when there's this gorgeos girl who is almost definitely into me, I shut down? Again, I might be misreading things I have a tendency to overthink basically anything with girls and make a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be or is.
Be that as it may, what is wrong with me? Can anyone for the love of god tell me what it is that I'm incapable of? Like what the actual fuck can anyone please talk some sense into me and tell me what I should do next? Honestly I can't stop thinking about it, like I don't even know her name but since today I've been into her alot.
Sidenote, this, again might be nothing but she knows my name, which for some reason just makes me smile, like she took the time to memorize my name, however small of a thing to memorize that is, I just get butterflies in my stomach when I'm thinking about that little fact :)

Last night my cat suffered a blood clot that travelled to his lungs. He laid on the floor and his breathing sounded almost rattled. His mouth became black. I knew he was dying.
We rushed to the vet hospital last night and they immediately took him in, sat us in a room, and told us that he’s in critical condition. That his legs were cold to the touch because he had no blood flow from the waist down. He vomited a few times and he was in excruciating pain. We were told the best thing for us to do was to euthanize him because the medication they did have had about a 0% success rate and would result in us coming back. He would have a horrible quality of life too. We were told he has an underlying heart condition and we suspected this because of his labored breathing throughout his life. However, whenever he had a checkup, we were told he was fine.
Last night I had to say goodbye to my baby. The light of my life. I don’t feel real. I don’t regret putting him down and relieving him of his pain and suffering. I didn’t want to be selfish and sometimes the right thing to do is the hardest thing to do. But I just can’t imagine how I’ll move on from this. Not seeing him in the mornings anymore, not hearing his little murrs and purrs as I walk by, not having him nestled close to me in my bed. I feel so sick to my stomach.