The purpose of this post is to educate newcomers how to infiltrate AWDTSG groups from within since Facebook only allows you to report posts that you have access to. The group admins know this and they are being very careful who they let into these groups to take advantage.
When you attempt to join a private group Facebook reveals to their admins more about your profile than you may realize, even if you set privacy settings to "only you". Giving them hints that you are in infiltrator.
Private Information given to group admins:

of groups and names

of Friends and names

Mutual friends Friends that are in the group Real date Facebook account was created Location Work
Facebook information that is always public: User Name User ID Profile photo Cover photo Gender
Since the real date your account was created is revealed to group admins, simply creating a new account won't be enough to infiltrate the group. You need an aged account.
Also having mutual friends that are in the group makes your account a lot more viable.
They set automated filters to decline accounts that don't meet specific criteria like being old enough or not having enough mutual friends in the group or not having a profile picture etc.
If you are declined by one of these automatic filters the admins won't have even read your message to the intro questions.
One way to have an aged account is to simply rename your main account to a girl name and change genders (thanks trans people). If you do this remember to also change the username which is separate from the profile name.
ANSWERS: (Please use variations of this and not word for word can use chatgpt to summarize)
Please briefly summarize Group Rule #1 in your own words. ... If you copy and paste any part of it or don't answer this question you will be denied. Please include what the last line says you should be mentally prepared for.
Avoid telling men or sharing media about the group to maintain its secrecy and ensure it's a safe space for women to support each other. However, be prepared if the information you shared ends up getting out.
Please briefly summarize Group Rule #2 in your own words. If you copy and paste any part of it or don't answer this question you will be denied. Make sure to include where the details should go when posting. Hint: No details can be in the post text.
Refrain from including negative content in post titles. Instead, provide general information and reserve specifics such as first names and photos for the comments section. Only discuss men if you've dated them or have a genuine reason to.
Please briefly summarize Group Rule #5 here. If you copy and paste any part of it or don't answer this question you will be denied. Make sure to include what will happen to you if you make any mean, judgmental, or unnecessary comments about anyone.
Be mindful not to be mean or judgmental, as it could lead to being banned. Focus on sharing personal experiences with guys or offering helpful information for other women. This platform is not for making jokes or assumptions about men, but rather for providing support and useful insights.
I'll post more as I discover more but feel free to DM me if you have any questions.

I'm having a very difficult time processing/dealing with all of this and I am so worried about tomorrow.
Brief history: after trying for 4 years after a vasectomy reversal, my husband and I found out we were pregnant Feb 29th. On April 9th, I was 9w and saw the baby's heart rate (170) and everything seemed fine. At 13w6d I went in for NIPT testing and thyroid testing (I'm on levothyroxine to keep me below 2.5) and our baby had passed at 12w5d. It was a complete shock. It was my first miscarriage, but not my first pregnancy.
I teach high school and I had already told several classes I was expecting because I had hit the 2nd trimester mark and thought I was safe. My coworkers were planning on throwing me a shower early because, on top of all of this, I am moving 16 hours away where my husband got a new job. He has been at this new job since March, so I've been here finishing our the school year. The night before I found out our baby had passed, I had just made a registry for the shower.
I took the entire last week off to have my D&C and recover. But I have to go back to work tomorrow and while we won't have many students (we've had finals already) my sadness is compounded by the fact that I have to pack up my room and say goodbye to my closest friends and coworkers who have been so supportive through all of this.
I don't know how I'm going to get through this. My husband will be here Friday to help us with the first stage of moving, so that's a plus, but all these feelings are so overwhelming and I feel paralyzed with sadness.

Hey everybody!
I've been up and down the internet and tried everything. I was on a server playing last night and I was playing with a few nice people but with how the game is fast-paced n shit I didn't have the time to ASK them for us to add each other.
I've gone into my steam "recently played with" and it just doesn't show any people that I've played squad with.
I tried clearing my cache and such and doing a bunch of troubleshooting. Even got an IT friend of mine to try and see if the problem is in my account but it's not. With some research, it seems that "We no longer have a functioning Steam Query for Squad." which means it won't show recently played with on your Steam.
Does anybody know another way to find people I've recently played with not through Steam? (I think someone else said that our servers are on Epic now so maybe we use Epic somehow somehow (??))

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I planned a trip home to see my family who I haven’t seen in three years, I spent thousands on flights, dog sitting, car rental etc. this trip is a huge deal to me, I’m also going to be a bridesmaid in my best friends wedding.
I have gained a lot of weight since I was last home, and I feel so self conscious about how I look - and obviously there’s a lot of shame that comes with it as I know people’s first thought when they see me will be “wow she’s gained a lot weight”.
To prepare for this, I spent months curating outfits where I would feel confident and most importantly comfortable. I have sensory issues with clothes since I’ve gained weight, everything has to sit at a certain point on my hips, cover my belly, not too tight but not too frumpy. You get the gist. I spent months and a lot of money creating outfits I’d be ok in.
Well… my worst nightmare happened and British airways lost my bags. And currently, they have no idea where they are.
The first day we landed my mum took me shopping and it was hell, I couldn’t find ANYTHING I thought would be ok for my body. I could tell my mum was getting irritated so I chose a dress I thought would be at least ok. It wasn’t - it ended up being tight around the stomach and flowy everywhere else, and my stomach is the part I hate the most.
It gets worse, I wear this dress to go out for a meal with my mum but little did I know - it was a suprise welcome home party with everyone I know there. And I looked horrible. I couldn’t take any photos with anyone, because I felt so revolting and fat.
Since that suprise party three days ago I’ve cancelled all plans and stayed in my family home in pyjamas.
This is the lowest I’ve ever felt about my weight and I cry constantly.

Hey guys, wondering what you would do here…
I met a guy off one of the apps and we’ve hooked up a few times, great chemistry, lots of fun, and overall our sexual interest are very similar. But each time we hang out there’s been some odd behavior:

1. Always late. We’ll agree on a time (early evening) and he starts texting around this time and is like “coming soon” or “just stopped along the way”’and inevitably he’s 2 hours late.
   
2. He rarely responds correctly to questions and the flow of text conversation is confusing.
   
3. He has a bag he brings (usually with some poppers, lube, etc.) but is super secretive and protective of it.
   
4. He’ll say random things when we’re together that just seem way out of left field.
   
5. He looks about 15 years older than he is.
   
6. The night always starts with him having very high energy but a few hours later he’s the exact opposite - and seems withdrawn, distant and almost confused.
   
7. When I look into his eyes I just see struggle… dark(er), slightly sunken in eyes.
   

The last time we hung out he text me after and said “I really like you.” Now here’s the thing: I have my stuff together - stable, good job, healthy, have hobbies, good friend networks, etc. He on the other hand seems lost.
I can’t help but think he’s using meth.
And I know addiction is a thing, but I also see good qualities in him. I don’t want to date this guy but I can’t help but wonder if I can at the very least offer some help.
Do I ask him if he has a meth problem? If so how? Or do I just disengage? Should I at least offer support? What would y’all do?

Maybe there’s a perspective here that I need to understand and have compassion for and I would appreciate hearing it.
Stepson (27m) moved in with us (57m - me, 51f - mom) a year ago. In the beginning it was just a visit. Last September I agreed he could stay if he got a full time job, covered his own expenses, contributed $1k a month for food and housing costs and had his own health insurance. He has some medical issues that most anyone else would deal with without issue.
He’s since had one job for a few weeks then quit it, because he “didn’t feel good”. A few months later he was fired for calling in sick in his first month after spending our money to go to the urgent care and get a “doctors excuse” for vague maladies - heart racing or some such.
He spends all day playing video games in his room and emerges to find out what he’ll be fed for dinner. Usually doesn’t arise before noon. Mom pays for his vices including marijuana. Literally does nothing. A big day consists of putting on shoes. Of course there’s no financial contribution from him.
Mom is a good person and pretty tough overall but cannot bring herself to interact with him in a way other than one would with a four year old.
I was raised by midwestern parents and am of an age where this would have been so incredibly unacceptable my parents would have preferred I was an axe murderer rather than this.
It’s also very very hard to talk to the wife about it. She shuts down and would prefer this situation persists indefinitely. Im very bitter and hate being put in a position where I have to go nuclear but I’m so close.
Anyway this is my last attempt to find another perspective before I lose it and have whatever consequences ensue. Thanks for any thoughts.

First time posting, but are there any tips on how to start the shirtless lifestyle when you have a partner who you haven't really been casually shirtless around? I've always liked being shirtless but have always just done it when no one is around or no one I know is going to see me, but I want to start around my partner.

I moved into my current house at 8 years old and since then my neighbors cat had been sneaking into our backyard to eat our dogs food and sleep on our pool furniture. My dog would chase it away but it would always come back every week or so.
My dog died six years after moving in, and since we weren’t putting any food out, the cat wouldn’t come over. Until a round a year or so later when winter hit our town pretty bad with a lot of rain and storms, and the cat came back to sleep on our back porch out of the rain. After having a good look at it we noticed it was very skinny, and we pieced together that it wasn’t our neighbors cat, it was a stray.
My mom started leaving tuna out on the porch and eventually the cat was primarily staying in our backyard, and after a few months it finally let us bring it inside. We made a post on our local lost and found pets Facebook page but no one replied saying it was theirs, we took him to the vet and he had no microchip, so he’s been our family’s cat for the past two years.
Yesterday, he snuck into our neighbors house and she made a post on the same lost and found pets page, so my mom left a comment and sent her a message saying he’s ours. But I noticed that someone else had commented on the post saying “is it possible it’s this cat? He’s been missing for 8 years” With a photo of a younger and fatter version of my cat. My neighbors gave him back to us but I couldn’t stop thinking about the other woman’s comment.
This is where I started to go a little crazy. I checked the profile of the commenter she was a middle aged woman and it was a private account but she had four names in hearts in her bio. So I tried searching my cats original name with her last name and I found and pet account, with the first four friends being the four names in her bio.
After going through his pet account, I found out they got him as a kitten in 2013. That means he was their cat for 3 years, was a stray for 5 years, and then was our cat for 2 years.
Most people in this situation would immediately contact the original owners but unfortunately it’s not so black and white for us.
Most likely from years of isolation and brain damage from starvation, our cat has developed extreme anxiety and epilepsy. He has had few seizures in the two years we’ve had him but everytime he has one, his dementia(caused purely from old age) gets worse. He does not remember the aunt that lived with us a year ago at all, and because of his anxiety he runs and hides from her.
I couldn’t imagine if his old family asked to meet him just for him to not remember them, get scared and upset and run away from them, which is the most likely outcome. I tried calling him by his old name but he had no reaction, which just instills in me the fact he probably doesn’t even remember he lived with them at all.
So for the people reading this I want to ask, would you rather find your missing pet after 8 years, but they’re terrified of you and don’t remember you. Or never find out what happened to them.
I thought about reaching out and explaining why i don’t think it’s best they meet, but she would have to first approve a message request from a teenager she’s never even heard of and even then she might be persistent on wanting to meet him, and how am I supposed to explain to my parents that a random lady that used to own our cat wants to come over. I just wish I could leave a note in her mailbox or something explaining everything to her so she knows he’s ok.

Hey there! I'm a 24yrs old guy from Portugal who is looking for new friends
I already posted here some times and found a few friends here and I decided to try it again.
My favorite hobbies are mainly playing video games, reading, watching TV shows, movies and videos on YouTube. I also like to take care of my cat.
During summer I enjoy to travel to new places when I can, since I'm currently studying computer engineering at college. I enjoy to learn new things about almost everything.
If you feel interested just send me a message and I'll try to answer it as soon as possible.(Pls be 18+)

Sorry if my post is long....Its my first time taking advise from anyone regarding such things.🙈
I have mostly studied in institutes only for girls. As I grew, talking to guys became difficult for me. Also, I was very naive always. I am the " good fun intelligent girl " as per others & "unlike other girls". Due to my family problems & fights, which promotes inferiority complex, I am not someone who considers herself beautiful all the time... to the point that once i didn't want to attend my institute's freshers party but just went there because 2 classmates called me beautiful so I thought i won't look bad maybe ( i am not much of a makeup person) & ended up being the winner ( it included looks, quizzes, debate & games ) So i found out i look pretty if I give few minutes to get ready & take care of myself a bit. I always saw myself as someone a guy won't like but after attending birthday parties etc, girls used to say their boyfriends were talking about me in a very good way later and praising me a lot. They used to feel jealous but not insecure as they saw me as a girl not interesting in dating. I never had a boyfriend. For a long time, I didn't care. Now for past 1 year, I too feel like having someone. Most of the friends who knew me ever use words like " pure " & " decent " for me though I know these things don't define purity or goodness. Have you seen " beautiful people " song video by Edsheeran? I am somewhere between those " beautiful people " & that couple. I don't know if its normal but when guys approach me through insta & start showing romantic interest just in single day, i dislike it.. like you don't even know me dude. I have a big thing for decency & friendship first. & I always have my guards up. It's self destructive maybe.
I have evolved now but since despite being a bright person, I gave up on many good opportunities so currently I don't like the current version of myself much & I feel like i should work on myself & be with others ( even friends ) when i would be a better version of me. This year is crucial for me.
Now, THE MAIN PART - Now... I have an extra anonymous type instagram account. I rarely scroll it but one day, i saw a viral reel of a girl with normal number of followers with her foreigner boyfriend. There were other reels too showing their first meeting in LDR after meeting on a dating app. At first it made me happy & smiling but I remembered something & guess what? I knew about that girl's very very bad intentions ( specially about her plan about how she would manipulate her would be boyfriend & eventually cut him off from his family)..don't ask me what & how but if i tell you.. you would ask to let the innocent man know anyhow. Well.. I dm'd that guy but only hinted indirectly for the sole purpose of humanity ( that anonymous account doesn't indicate my gender or picture ). I also wrote that it was not my main account to signify that i was not a fake troll. To my surprise, he understood the hint & even elaborated a bit & replied that such things may already be happening & he won't fell into such traps. He thanked me & said I could also come from my main account. I didn't think much & followed him from main account. He followed very very very few people but followed me back too. I decided not to talk further on this issue as he had already understood more than i hinted. But he himself thanked me again & said bad things are happening from her side & they are fighting too & he may even break up if it goes on like this. My intention was just to make him aware & at the end of the day, he is in relationship with that girl so I just replied with formal answers. I also became scared later that what if its a trap & they make me viral later picturing me as a villain. I told him this directly but he said i could trust him & he knows the situation himself & understands that I worried genuinely for him. I replied that I did this because every human is precious to their parents. Later i deleted my such texts. He said he wants to learn a language & if I could help him. I said yes. We have talked a bit since then. He seems a nice, well mannered, hardworking guy. Once my closest friend asked me to describe a guy very particularly i would like to go on few dates with just once. So I told her that all nice guys but if you ask me very specifically then a fine guy with this one particular characteristic & of this particular country. & He fulfils both. I have started to like him. It's not a dreamy crush. Believe me. I know what that is. It's more like I would like to get to know him & go on coffee date sometime. But obviously I won't take any step because - i can't even take first step in befriending someone & no matter what, there is a girl in his life. But I think if it would be good or bad if i totally give up on texting him. I can't carry on with short talks.. i am not that of a conversation expert. There is a bit of language barrier too. He likes my stories..only the ones in which i am present. But currently I am focused on important things so I don't even have much to post. He rarely posts his pictures...just work sort of stuff.
Please don't think me as a *^%## waiting for breakup. It's never my intention ever for anyone. I annoyed you by telling about the way i am to show that i just don't wanna regret anything from now on because of introvertedness or naivety or whatever & I am afraid that I might mess it up even if something happens further. I have lost precious friends in the past due to this self inferiority complex & not being able to keep on the conversation & understanding their references later on. Since, I know i have to be better.. should i just keep working on my life & myself till I make myself deserving?
What should I do? Should I just keep liking his posts and be silent... or... I can think of no other option. That's why I am here.

As the title says, I lied about my age 6 months ago ( beginning of my 1st year) to one friend then the lie spread out super fast to everyone so I couldn't correct it. I lied because I was in a deep depressive state , I dropped out of school 2 times , I'm super shy due to some bullying episodes that I went through elementary school. I fear people's views on me . Lying was the option in my head to fit in, I didn't know how to justify the fact that I'm 20 and still in first year while they're 18. It just felt weird. Now I don't know what to do, I'm stuck between 2 choices and both of them are bad. I'm pretty sure they will judge me , laugh at me and make a story to all my college friends about it. They love drama. I don't feel safe doing it because they're probably not my real friends, we just hang out to go to parties and take ig pics. It's superficial for now. But I also feel so guilty, it hurts me to live with the lie till now.
Two days ago, we had a party and I met a guy my age but they told him my fake age. I don't want to keep doing this anymore because it keeps ruining my potential relationships with others since I'm starting off a bad foundation. What should I do ?

Hi all,
I (20F) have been in a choir for a couple of years now. I joined when I was 18 years old, and I became friends with this guy almost immediately. I quite quickly found out that one of the first friends I made there had a crush on me. The first problem: he was 35, whereas I was 18. He has become one of my closest friends over the last 2 years. All of my friends are way older than I am, so this isn't that uncalled for in my life. He didn't act on anything and it was just a given that he liked me/was interested.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago; we were cycling back home together after having drinks with our choir, after which we almost always keep talking to each other for at least an hour. This time, however, we had a bit more to drink and ended up kissing. We didn't talk about it the next time we saw each other, but it was like nothing happened. We have kissed a couple of times since, and it was nice but after that, we did talk about it, and we both don't want anything more.
The second "problem": he has an open relationship. I am not one to judge; it works for them and I am happy for them that it does, but I don't want to be the other woman in an open relationship. I don't want anything to do with that, making my decision of not wanting anything more even more clear (next to the fact of him being 17 years older, of course...). We've had a lot of conversations about how his relationship works, and it has always come down to communication. He tells his girlfriend when he does anything with another person: sex, kissing, a date, anything. It's considered to be cheating when he does not tell her about another person in his life.
Last week, I was at his place with some other friends from the choir. His girlfriend was there as well. I know her, and we are both awkward people so it's not like we don't like each other, but we also don't get along great. However, this time it wasn't more awkward, which is where it gets weird. If she knew about her boyfriend kissing a 20-yo, I feel like she should be more awkward around me and also around him and me together. But she wasn't, which makes me think that he did not tell her, breaking the very foundation his relationship is based on. I don't feel weird about kissing him, we are still good friends and it is nothing more for me, but this makes me feel really weird. Why would he keep it a secret? If he's embarrassed, then why would he kiss me again?
My question: should I confront him? I don't want to scare him off by saying that he's (in his own previous words) cheating on his girlfriend with me because he didn't tell her, but I also feel really werd in this situation.
Sorry for the long post, I feel like this needed a bit more detail.

You are not the center of the world. The world doesn't spin around you. You are a bunch of numbers of letters on a screen. Nobody cares about you. Nobody - literally nobody - sees your name ingame and thinks "I WILL GRIEF THIS GUY UNTIL HE QUITS".
You are bad at the game and you are an easy kill. And most likely you lack the self reflection to realize that. You think you are so important that others must be constantly targeting you because they must strong emotions towards you, even though you just happen to be a weak link in your team and they actually don't really care about you. You misjudge the intentions of the enemy because you think you are somehow important and the other person must be spending their time thinking about you.
Playing against good players is frustrating. But you accepted that you will be encountering this kind of players when you first booted up the game and went online. Yet somehow, you don't like it. Why don't play something else where you don't need to improve or can't encounter other players?
You have time to go on reddit and start a smear campaign against good players but you have no time to actually sit down and reflect your mistakes and improve at the game. Don't be like that. Be a better person.

Apologies in advance for any spelling errors emotions are running high as I’m writing this.
Edit: added paragraphs
For context this happened a few days ago.
I, M 24 have been in a relationship with my boyfriend who I’ll call Red (Not his real name), M 23 for around 4 years now after we met at our mutual friends house. We had hit it off after a few drinks and I ended the night with his number and 3 months later we started chatting exclusively and 6 months later we started dating. (At this point in time we hadn’t met each other’s families and he hadn’t mentioned them during the whole 9 month period.) When we first started dating Ill admit I was head over heels and wanted him to meet my family (I have a rather large family) right away and was quite pushy about them meeting although we hadn’t been dating for 5 months at that point. But he talked me out of it saying I was “Moving too fast.” I dont know if that was a red flag or not but I don’t think it was.
Anyways, around 1.5-2 years ago I learned that Red had a little brother 23 M (they are twins, Red was just born first by a little over 5 hours.) which came as a shock to me because during our entire relationship Red had never mentioned his brother and was every adamant that not only did he and his family weren’t close but that he had cut them all off. I which was a major red flag for me because for starters I had only met his brother because I had a package delivered to his house and need to pick it up. I have a key to his house but I have a habit of knocking because I OCD. So imagine my shock when the door is opened by not Red but someone who looked suspiciously like him who immediately asked me who I was. When I told him I was asking for Red (MY boyfriend) he said he wasn’t home and that he was at the store and he’ll tell him that someone came to the door to ask for him. At which I told him that I was his boyfriend and that I needed to pick up a package.
He looked a little suspicious but let me in regardless and we sat in the living room and talked till red came home. I was really curious about who these mystery person was and for a while thought Red was cheating on me until his brother who I’ll call Jane (Not his real name) informed me that he was reds twin brother. I was in shock because for two years Red had told me that he had not relationship with any of his family and here’s his twin brother in his house. (I’ve been to his house before and at not pint in time did he ever have any roommates or other people living in his apartment. So it was shocking and I felt really betrayed because at that point he had already met my family.)
Me and Jane made more small talk till Red came home 20 something minutes later and was shocked to see both me and Jane sitting on the couch. I was gonna stay for longer after red came home but the moment I saw his face I just couldn’t and ended up leaving shortly after. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he never told me he had a brother and later that night at like 8 pm I texted him and asked him why he never told me he had a brother nonetheless a TWIN brother and why he lied about cutting off all his family. He responded 2 hours later at 10 and asked me to call him which I did and I he told me that the reason he never told me about Jane was because although he actually didn’t cut all his family off but those he did still talk too he didn’t tell other people about too which I asked why?
Only to be met with him avoiding the question and trying to steer the conversation away from his family and more to about my day which was the next red flag. We got into an argument and he walked away from the phone but didn’t hang up so I did and I ended up blocking him for 2 days before he showed up at my door apologizing up and down and swearing to never keep a secret from me again which I had believed. For the next 2 years that wasn’t the last I’d seen of Jane and I learned that Red and Jane were extremely close. (Idk if it’s a twin thing but they are just really close) But at multiple points in our relationship I thought they’ve been too close if that’s even possible. For example when we had planned an anniversary trip together and went we started discussing locations he wouldn’t agree to certain places because “Jane wouldn’t be comfortable with him going there.” Or “Jane wouldn’t like that.”
When I asked why it mattered what jane liked because it’s not like he was going, he said something along the lines of. “Just let it go.” Or would just ignore me till I started talking about a different place which threw off my flow for the rest of the planning. Or when he pushed back out trip for almost a month because he didn’t want to leave Jane alone. (Jane is autistic and possibly physically disabled which I swear is important but he’s not low functioning and even lives in his own with a job.) When I brought this up Red glared at me without saying anything but let it go after a while. This is only one example of their relationship coming between things we had planned but there are plenty more examples of them being physically close as well. (Cuddling togethe sitting extremely close to each other, Jane following Red around to the point something’s they walk in sync, feeding one another,hugging for extended periods of time, playing with each other’s hands/hair ext.)
I swear if they didn’t look so similar you’d think they were the ones dating. I won’t lie I’ve found myself being jealous/ disgusted at the way they treat each other but I had pushed it aside because I convinced myself that Red was just looking out for Jane. (Before you question that like I said while Jane isn’t behind mentally or anything you can see he struggles with a lot things like standing for long periods of time and often goes non verbal or only makes illegible noise that Red understands.) So I truly pushed my thoughts aside because I didn’t want to be seen as an overprotective or anything and it’s not like I have anything against Jane or anything but sometimes it’s just really fucking weird. But recently I’ve reached my limit when I went to Reds apartment and when I opened the door I saw janes phone on the counter. Which is really at weird because at the end of the day theyre family and that’s not weird but what was weird was that Jane nor Red were anywhere to be found.
I had walked around the apartment for a while till I got Reds bedroom and saw both of them laying in bed together (They weren’t naked or anything but they were like laying ontop on one another, like cuddling skin to skin whilst clothed from what I could see.) When I walked in a saw them next to each other all the memories of the way they had acted with eachother rushed into my head and I just assumed the worst and started screaming and cursing which got Reds attention and he immediately sat up and started screaming back at me asking me what I was scream about and we started a screaming match and I told him off about his weird behaviour with Jane and how brothers don’t act that way with each other until they are getting with eachother and he froze and just started at me and before he could say anything else I left his apartment and drove back home. (If jane had said anything I didn’t hear it over the screaming but idk)
I ended up telling my parents and they said that Im not overreacting but that something in there childhood definitely caused them to be so touchy but don’t believe that and I don’t know who the tell this to or what to do because I’m well aware that siblings don’t act that way and that something has to be going on but I don’t know how to talk to Red about it. I know my parents said otherwise but I can’t help but think im AH because I don’t let red explain. I don’t think I should bring this up to anyone close friends because of bias so I’m asking Reddit. What do I do???

Hello folks. Long time lurker, first time poster, yadda yadda. For years, I’ve only shaved my body for temporary hair removal. No depilatory creams, wax, or epilation, since I’m honestly just a bit preferential to shaving, and I’ve heard these can interfere with electrolysis results. I wasn’t clear on the mechanism; I’m guessing these unpopulated follicles are just not spotted and consequently targeted by the technician, and later the hair can still grow back? In any case, I’ve just been offered an amazing deal on a new, top-of-the-line IPL device. The idea of no more body shaving, only doing one treatment a month, and potentially being able to treat areas like my armpits that I may not get electrolysis on, at least for a long time, is very tempting. My preliminary research suggests that actual clinics seem okay with you having done IPL, so long as 2 weeks-1 month have elapsed since the last treatment. Is there any more to it than that? If I were to IPL my whole body, for how long could I expect to see hair coming back? Would that actually be on a longer timeline than electrolysis normally takes?
I’m sure jumping straight into full-body electrolysis is the “best” option, free of ambiguity and “wasted” money. Right now though, with this device costing me a fraction of a single session, I can’t afford not to consider it. Even just a year of smoothness at the cost of less than a fancy razor seems worth it to me. I am not sure when I can afford comprehensive electrolysis right now. As this doesn’t affect my face, I’m willing to accept this making only my electrolysis timeline trickier, so long as results are the same.
Oh, and before anyone asks: I have very pale skin and very dark brown, “black” hair; IPL should be very effective for me.

These past 2 years have been brutal, it's been L after L with no break.
I feel like a mouse in a maze that every time it approaches the exit is dragged back to the start by a hand from the sky.
It doesn't matter how much I try, the outcome is always the worst possible one.
I've gone from agnostic to full on believer because I don't think someone can be this unlucky without some almighty being involved in it.
I now fully believe God exists and either:

1. He is actively punishing me
2. He has left me stranded

   
Will keep it short since I know you hoes like reading this kind of shit:
 
Around 2 years ago I was leasing a horse, and giving it my all, I was earning an entry-level salary in a comfy remote work living with my parents. Keeping the horse was costing me pretty much my full salary. I didn't go out and did anything except lifting, running, riding and working.
For almost a year I was the happiest I had ever been, I literally jumped out of bed excited to live the day, I would work 8-4, lift in my home gym and go visit my horse, either riding, or just being with him, during the time I had him I didn't go a single day without seeing him.
Of course living like this means that I don't have the most social life or friends circle, but I didn't care since every hour of my life was busy.
My plan for the year was training and competing and then in September changing jobs and buying the horse, but in July the horse was injured, I didn't get the best veterinary advice and didn't know what to do, I was being drained for a horse I couldn't even ride or enjoy, after all those months of hard work and discipline, for some reason the owner got mad, and petty sold him behind my back.
During this time, my highschool best friend started regaining contact and started meeting with me and his gf, they gave me a lot of support during those weeks, against all odds, I nailed an interview for a high-paying job that would've allowed me to buy the horse and maintain it comfortably.
I was still too hurt from what had happened, so I just chilled for a few months, saving money, and hanging out with my friend and his gf, and lifting and running, I was at my physical peak, I was lifting heavier than ever, running faster and longer, I was optimistic for the future, I just needed time to heal and I had the means to do so, social life, earning money and physical activity.
 
Fast forward to December and I receive a cryptic message from my friend's GF saying that she wasn't going to be here for my birthday (we met the previous day) because my dumbass friend just broke up with her.
That basically destroyed my little social life since they were living in the city, and my friend disappeared to be with his new GF.
I tried to comfort her and be there for her (wasn't attracted and even if I were it wouldn't be right to take advantage of the situation).
The months of just working and lifting allowed me to save enough to start looking to buy my own horse, I was still hurting from the whole situation, and being alone, but still I was just lifting heavy, running, walking my dog, keeping myself busy.
In February after trying and vetting some horses, I found one that seemed promising. I bought a very expensive veterinary exam, and he passed it, allegedly, I buy the horse.
 
Long story short, barely 3 weeks into ownership, I started noticing pain and weird stuff that shouldn't be happening since I started with very soft work, a few weeks of going through 3 different vets, and basically the horse had a life-long injury that the first vet didn't catch in the exam, and basically it was done for, I was devastated, I tried some solutions but they we're not effective, it was over.
During those months, my friend's ex-gf started coming to visit me, we slept together (no sex), we talked every day, I gave her presents, one would say what I did was love bombing her, but to me It was just being there giving support, for her it turned into a situationship.
I still had the horse, I couldn't selling him while he was untrained, and I still had a bit of faith in the vet's advice, and then, suddenly, my knee started hurting, I was lucky that in my new job I had private insurance, so I could immediately go to the orthopedist and do an MRI without the long ass waits of the public health care (up to a year for the MRI), and lo and behold, torn meniscus, it rapidly went from "pain while running" to "some days I can't even fucking walk", I had to stop riding, paying my trainer to ride my horse since I needed to sell him, I had to stop running, I had to stop doing any leg gym exercises.
I didn't want to do the surgery since what I read online was very contradictory.
 
Because shit can always get worse, one day I was alone with my parents (we also live with my brother and grandma), and I notice the vibes being off, I ask “what the fuck is your problem?” and they confess that my father doesn’t like my mom anymore, well, not to get into too much detail but since then I’ve had to endure watching my mom cry, they get into arguments all the time, just awful, thing is I was already so drained from my personal bullshit that after the initial shock, It didn’t pain me too much, they just keep living together, although I hear them arguing from time to time.
During those months my ex-friend’s ex-gf kept catching feelings for me, and my autistic ass couldn't really read the situation so I made it worse. Finally she asked me if I was going serious with her or if she could go on about her life. I said that I didn't see her as my partner, and since then she got a boyfriend and our friendship went to shit.
 
I finally sold the horse, my life got extremely bored.
I decided to do the surgery since I couldn't do any of the things I enjoyed, running, riding, whatever, but I had a trip in January with her so I had to postpone it until then, for those months all I could do was going for walks like an old man, and hit the gym (all chest no legs), I was going kinda hard tho, since I knew that during the months of recovery I would lose a lot of muscle and I wanted to go in my best form, during those months I acquired my best physique ever, for the first time, after years of being constant, I liked how my body looked.
The trip was a mistake, she nagged me every minute of it, I could tell she had only gone because it was already paid for, I had postponed the surgery 2 months just to have a horrible weekend.
 
I did the surgery and the first bad news came, they couldn't fix the broken part of the meniscus, so they took it out, this was the worst possible outcome since it would mean a shorter recovery, but the probabilities of arthritis in the future were higher, off to a good start.
2 weeks later I start going to rehab, during those weeks nobody came to visit me, well, my friend did, only to talk shit on his new coworker (during those months he would only message me to talk shit about coworkers or work), nobody else, not the situationship, not my trainer, nobody.
Speaking about the situationship, after the trip, she stopped messaging me, and even replying at all. I thought, well, there it goes, I’ve lost “not being an unopened chat” privilege.
Some boring months of rehab, working the job that I started to dread, and doing the boring ass knee exercises at home, and then, suddenly a glimmer of hope.
 
I start being treated by a “new” physio, but turns out she had been on sick leave for the same reason as me, she tore her meniscus, during those first 3-4 sessions we talked and talked for the whole hour, she was just perfect, around my age, funny, cute, was active, played sports, had a nice body, she lives like 5 minutes walk from my house.
I immediately fell in love like I had never before in my life, and that’s when it came to me, this was it, every bad thing that happened to me has come to this, to meeting this girl, everything made sense, If I had my surgery earlier I would not have met her because she would be on sick leave. My broken meniscus, my lame horse, every bad thing that had happened to me had led me to her.
So I take my autistic ass, and since I felt like we had something cool going on I ask “Hey, I think you’re very interesting and cute and would like to know you better, can I have your number so we can meet and go for a drink some day?” and she actually did give it to me, I asked for her number instead of her IG because I didn’t want to play any game, I thought she wouldn’t give me her number unless she was interested in me, I was ecstatic.
I start texting her and after refusing to meet a few times (with actually convincing excuses) I ask her “Hey if you don't want its fine I won't bother you anymore, just tell me” and she basically told me that she didn’t want to break the physio-patient barrier, I didn’t understand anything but I didn’t want to make it weirder since she is still treating me so I just accepted it.
 
The thing is, I know where she lives, I have to walk past her apartment whenever I go for a walk, drive to town, I get reminded constantly, moving on is very hard, I really thought she was for me, I thought she was finally the reward for all my suffering, but turns out she's just part of the punishment, I legit had a religious revelation, every single bad thing that had happened, God made it so I went and met her, my knee injury, having to sell the horse, losing my friends, no way it was a coincidence.
 
Now that I know that she is not for me, not even as a friend, I have nothing, the knee recovery is not going well, I was supposed to be a-ok in 6 weeks, It’s been 3 months and I still can’t even go for a walk without swelling and pain, I can’t workout because the knee exercises take a long ass time and I feel like they’re not doing shit, I don’t have friends to meet and take my mind off it, every few weeks I have to see my mum weeping around the house because my father is a piece of shit.
 
And to top it all, I just started having similar pain in the good knee, so there is a possibility that even If I hadn’t done shit, it may be injured too, this shit just doesn’t end, it just fucking never ends.
     
TLDR: Everything that has ever given me pleasure or made me happy has been taken away from me. I went from getting out of bed full of hope and enthusiasm to sleeping through my alarms because the only thing I can do is sit in front of a screen. I’ve been having the worst day of my life every day for the past 2 years, after everything I’ve worked hard for and all the sacrifices I’ve made.