Leg splints like justin biebers

I’m wondering if anyone only takes Sinemet as needed, and just deals with PD without it when they can.
My MDS doesn’t understand why I’d want to not take it constantly, as he saw my scores go down when I was on 1.5 pills of c/l 3x a day for a month. When I went in for the appointment, I thought he was going to tell me they weren’t working. Yes I could type a little better but I don’t feel on/off periods. I just notice “hey I am a little less shaky when I unload the dishes” or “hey my shoulder is slightly less painful today and I can type a little better”. There’s never a great surge of relief, I never get my handwriting back, and tbh a stress free day and a good night sleep seems to do the same thing for my PD stiffness. So really, if the results aren’t impactful to me, I don’t see why I should take it all the time?
I went 24 hours without C/L last weekend and didn’t notice any difference. I don’t type on the weekends. So this work week I waited until noon each day when my hand started sucking and took a dose with a little bit of impact to finish up the work day. Seemed fine. Yesterday, I had lunch in the sun with an old friend if not seen in awhile, browsed shops with no agenda alone, and painted when I got home. Felt great.
So like, if it’s a stress free day or I don’t need my fine motor skills, why take it?
MDS said I could stop C/L cold turkey, but when I googled I found warnings saying not to. I’m not thrilled with him in general/there’s no trust there (getting a new one this winter). Anyway, curious if anyone takes as needed or if you’ve heard it’s dangerous to do so.
Specifics re: my general symptoms if needed: I have rigid dominant YOPD with action tremor that’s worse with cold/big feelings. My main issues are tremor when texting/unloading the dishes, slow typing, and reduced mobility and moderate pain in my affected side (right/dominant). Toe taps are slow and fatigue makes me feel the PD in my leg but no gait issues yet. Possibly related to something else, or possible that the disease is moving along a little quickly: both hands always have sore joints and feel swollen, and I have nerve pain down the backs of both legs/feet. Yes I had an abnormal DATscan.
Thanks!

With £150k and upwards becoming a norm for NQ positions, can I ask what the contractual working hours clause reads like. Are there clauses around over time working at your expense or that you are expected to keep yourself available beyond the working hours.
Finally, do these firms even have policies around flexi and part time working. If so, would it even be practicable for an NQ to have the option of working on a part time basis.
Where I am coming from, I wouldn’t mind aspiring for these salaries - if there was a possibility of limiting hours even if that meant taking a prorated salary.
Would this approach even have any legs - or picked up and shot down at the application stage?

I had a dream I was hanging with my best friend (who I am no longer friends with as of November 2023. We were close for maybe 16 years). We drove to an apartment complex because I guess we were finding my new apartment. We find the apartment and enter. Everything is great, there’s an upstairs and a down stairs (I guess they were townhome styled?). We stand at the top of the stairs to the lower level. Flick the light switch to find feces everywhere, and millions of cockroaches. After seeing them they start coming up the stairs after us. We run outside the apartment, and that’s when I have no function. I can’t move my legs it’s like I’m jello. I have no control. They’re coming out the apartment. There’s no end to them. I sit there accepting my fate as my friend picks me up and puts me in my truck. And that’s when I wake up. Genuinely terrified. I don’t know what to make of it. I stopped smoking marijuana about 4 weeks ago and my dreams are vivid. But this is the first almost nightmare. What does this dream signify?

I had a strange relationship with deconstruction as my dad was trained at a university level to do apologetics. He was an LDS chaplain in the Army, and every night for scripture study, we got discourses on the nuances of our faith and justifications for every question we ever had. I didn’t swear until I was 18 years old, or drink caffinated anything until about that time as well, because it was never a matter of justification. It was what my family, my tribe, my people did, to go to church on Sunday, and to be worthy. I was senior patrol leader and assistant to the bishop if that clarifies who I was. I didn’t have “God will reveal it in due time” parents. I had “Here’s the answer, here’s contemporary discussion about it. Here’s some reading material if you want to learn more” parents, except for they were wicked smart, and had biased conclusions.
I was called to serve in the Mexico City East mission. Shortly before opening my mission call, I broke up with my girlfriend at the time. i left BYU-I and went home to prepare. I received my endowments after lying to my stake president about my worthiness to enter the house of the lord. I came clean, and he threatened to not let me go out for a year because I was unclean. The prick made me talk to a therapist to be cleared for the mission field. The therapist had a brain and let me go out. When I was giving my mission farewell speech, I wrote it to include the teachings of many religions in it. I had drawn inspiration from the 13th article of faith “We believe all things, hope all things-“ and wrote a poem about how Adam and Eve related to the Resurection and Atonement of christ. My dad tells me the stake president was shifting in his seat like he wanted to pull me down from the pulpit. Prick.
The CCM was a pleasure to attend because of my district. The guys in my district there held a secret thanksgiving feast after hours when we were supposed to be in bed with food we had smuggled out of the cafeteria. We had look outs so we wouldn’t be caught by the patrolling teachers. My district was placed under surveillance because of politics against our spanish teacher who we could tell actually cared about us, and we were transferred into a classroom with one sided mirrors, and microphones hanging from the ceiling. An apostle came to speak to the entire CCM, and I thought we would get a chance to meet with him directly, or that he would be even remotely accessible in some way. He was kept away from us, separate and removed even though we had the same mission. I played a lot of volley ball, and got into shape enough that I touched the rim of a basketball hoop for the first time while I was there.
My first companion was a native speaker, and liked to spend the mornings in the cyber (Internet Cafe). He would make sure I was on LDS.org while he looked at softcore porn on instagram. We would spend hours there, and I was disappointed that this was the mission.
We went to a previous investigators house, and while there, we saw preparations for an animal sacrifice. These guys were putting alcohol, cocaine, and blowing smoke onto a white chicken, and placed in into a cardboard box with a bunch of black chickens. They showed us a room full of weapons, with blood and feathers strewn all over the floor. We noped the fuck out, and went home.
I requested an emergency transfer after spending most days in the cyber, watching my companion deface JW’s property, and being an all around dick to me by telling me how to shower and how to sleep.
For his replacement, the person that would help me with his bastion of knowledge, they gave me a white guy who spoke as much Spanish as I did because he was only a transfer further into his mission than me. They made this poor kid senior companion to me before his first transfer was over. Why? Because the kid was a workaholic.
The first thing this elder and I did when we got to our apartment was to pick up and leave to go to the house of a member who had just died. We sang at the wake. I sang in a language I didn’t know, for people I didn’t know, with a companion I didn’t know. We sounded pretty damn good. The elder began setting appointments with the non-believing family members during the service. I just sat and watched the mindless kids chase the family dog.
This elder skipped lunch every day, and made me do the same. We knocked every door in our area twice that transfer. One time, he got very sick, and was delirious out in the sun with me while we were walking. I made us go home for lunch that day, and he made me promise to wake him up after thirty minutes so we could get back to the Lord’s work. Three hours later he woke up, chewed me out for letting him sleep that long, and then begrudgingly thanked me for making him rest.
One time, while walking, this Elder expressed to me that he also had some questions, but he was afraid to share the details because he knew my own testimony was fragile. I pressed him for details of his plight, and he revealed to me the darkest part of church history that he had learned while we were in the CCM, that Joseph Smith had drank alcohol while in Carthage Jail before he died. Thoughts of Fanny Alger, of Mountain Meadows Massacre, and of my own mother’s rather recently implemented looser interpretation of the word of wisdom all flashed through my head. This guy was supposed to be my teacher? All I could do was express how sorry I was for his confusion, and told him to have faith. Heaven knew I couldn’t help him.
One night with this companion, it was storming hard, and the streets were flooded. This guy refused to let us go home. We climbed along fences to avoid getting our already wet shoes soaked, and waded through a foot of water to get to the doors that were slammed in our faces. There was a loose wire on a door bell, and when I rang it, I was shocked by the completed circuit the water made. Rejection after rejection piled up. Finally, my “senior” companion said that this was the last row of houses. On the last house of the last row, there was a family that was all deaf. The father opened the door, and was suprised to see us and didn’t know who we were. I remembered the sign for Jesus from my grandparents who started and ran the ASL endowment ceremony in the Saint George temple. The family was thrilled we knew the sign. When I asked if we could come in, the family politely waved goodbye and closed the door on our faces.
Another time when it rained, something fell into my eye. It was one of those freak nature accidents, and small enough that I couldn’t figure out how to get it out without a mirror. The thing stayed wedged in the corner of my eye for hours before we got home and I could finally get the foreign object out. Looking at it on my finger, I could see it was a small green spider. Days later, still in pain, I pulled what I can only assume was accumulated webbing from the spider that I’d crushed against my eyeball off of my lower eye lid. The pain stopped after that.
I bought a $500 camera. It was stolen within a month.
This Elder and I had the good luck before transfers to baptize two children. They would have been baptized anyways, so I didn’t do any actual converting, but I taught a few lessons, got in the water and did the dunk. Bucket list item, check.
I didn’t have enough time for laundry on P-Day, so I’d wash my outfit and dry in on the radiator through the night. Transfers happen, and my new companion lied to our land lords about the electricity bill, paying it in full but not giving a reason as to why it was so high. I didn’t care anymore, I just needed something clean to wear, but these land lord had treated me and my previous companion well, better than the previous landlord who had stolen our cleaning supplies. I felt these people deserved honesty. My senior companion capitulated eventually, and he and I butted heads regularly after that on the morality of things. I think in hindsight he was a smarter and better man than I was.
The new land lords, the “Lagunez Family”, were wonderful. They included us in their activities, and I felt like I had some people in my corner. When I eventually came home from my mission, a daughter of the family had written me a goodbye letter. She is currently serving a mission. They made some great music, and I have “Infiltradors” on CD, the official name of the band the father of the family was a part of (he was the drummer).
I knew the whole area by heart by that point, so I navigated us to our appointments. Half of the landmarks I watched for to know our location were interesting buildings with unique colors. The other half of my landmarks were dead dogs whose decaying corpses had become second nature to see. I began marking how much time had passed by how deeply a certain dog on a certain dirt path’s chest was caved in.
There was an apartment complex in my area that I had been told not to proselytize in because “It’s dangerous.” Turns out, those people didn’t have any money, so the church didn’t want them. That complex was past the dog and to the east about ten blocks.
My companion and I knocked on a door, and visited a man who was missing his legs. His daughter was there, putting dirty water on the aching wounds. He had a single room for a house, and wheezed when he spoke. He couldn’t afford medication. He still went out and worked all day for his daughter, and gave her whatever money he made, trusting her to keep him alive somehow. The church expected this man to pay tithing. The church expected me to tell this man to pay tithing.
I got the chance to hike up a mountain. At the top, I played chess with a chess set I’d procured from one of the best rapid chess players I’ve ever met. He had been the ward mission leader. He was a good man, a good father, and I wish him the best.
I found another man who was deaf and spoke sign language. I sat with him, and convinced him to come to church all by myself while my companion talked with some tienda tender. I was so excited because this was my own personal project and it was going well. The man came to church, and I sat with him through sacrament meeting. In Sunday school (I can’t believe I did this), I accidentally drooled on the guy. I was just talking so he could read my lips, and I guess I forgot to swallow at some point because a dolup of spit landed on his arm. I apologized profusely, and he played it off, but I never saw that investigator again.
My companion and I knocked a door one day, and a man answered. He wore tattered clothes, and maggots were burrowing into and out of his feet. He muttered something about the stars, missing his wife, and he began to tear up. My eyes stung from the stench. The door closed. Somehow, I knew the man would be dead in a matter of weeks.
I had lost hope that I was doing anything worth while. I looked down on the Doc Martins that had stayed with me five months at this point. I was angry with myself for being so useless in the field, angry with the church for giving me leaders that didn’t listen to my needs or perspective, angry with my mom for drinking while I had to teach people that it was a sin, angry with my dad for giving me the skills and knowledge to justify anything, even pedophilia in the early days of the church, to the point where I could look someone in the eye, and knowing the kind of man Smith was, tell them he was a good man and a true prophet of God. Suddenly a man approached us. He said he recognized us as missionaries, and asked about our message. This never happened. People didn’t just come up to us unless they were crazy or dangerous. But this was a public place, and this guy was genuine. My companion talked to him, and gathered his story, but I was plotting something else. I was done with not caring about these people in a way that mattered. I was tired of walking in another man’s shoes, a man who wasn’t me, who believed different things than me. The chopped leg, the rotting dogs, the infested feet, it all swirled into a single thought in that moment.
What would Jesus do?
I walked over to the man, and in broken Spanish asked him to stand next to me. He did so, and I compared my shoe size to his foot. It was a perfect match. He protested, but I didn’t let him get a word in edge wise. I took off my shoes, put them on his dirty feet, and laced them up nice and tight. Those shoes had cost a ton, and had been meant to last the whole mission. All I had left at this point were my fancy dress shoes that gave my blisters back at the apartment. I didn’t care. I walked home in my socks that day, happy as a lark.
Covid-19 hit a month later. I was one of the few they brought home instead of quarantining. After having served only 6 months. I told God if he wanted me to stay home, he’d have to make them release me.
They released me. I think I was one of maybe a hundred missionaries that were released due to Covid. The church realized their mistake pretty soon after I was released. Once Covid infrastructure began to develop, they didn’t release any more. I guess I didn’t serve a full two years, but I did serve a full mission.
My brother served, and he nearly killed himself due to intense depression brought on by Covid quarantine and poor leadership (I’ve got a few mission president stories, but those are for another time).
I learned lying to someone’s face from my mission, and spent the rest of my time at BYU-I as “nuanced” until the last two years, over which the most epic hoe phase imaginable became my new mission. I spent those years terrified of getting a call from the honor code office.
I’m married now, with my degree irrevocably in my possession. I have friends and loved ones that are in the church and are working on their mission papers. I’m beginning to feel powerless again. I’m seeing the decay again, not on legs, feet, or dogs anymore, but in the souls of the people who the church raises to do their dirty volunteer work. I see them like the animal sacrifices I saw being prepared. I’m not sure what shoes I have left to give to those people that I know are going to be in pain.
My parents are out completely now. It was a long time coming, but they are out and so much happier. I’m working on building a new relationship with my family, one based off of the fact that we won’t be together forever, so we have to make the most of our time together now.
Happy Sunday guys, best of luck to you all. And most importantly, chupa la piña.

Nature of Humanity Ch 67 A NoP fic
Under Pressure Part 10
A Fanfic of u/SpacePaladin15’s work “The Nature of Predators.” Thank you for the story!
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Memory transcription subject: Silvera, Factory 13 Manager
Date [standardized human time]: November 4th, 2136
If it wasn't for the clearly artificial sky above my head someone could possibly convince me I was outside in a new park. The neon blue screen with a white dot to represent the sun was nothing like the actual pale gray visage a mile above. Yet, it did have an enjoyable warmth to it.
A smooth artificial wind swept through the saplings ensuring that they would develop healthy stress wood. It also pleasantly cooled the fur of anyone in here, providing a nice little respite from the heater simulating the sun's unbearable hatred of us. Fuck you fake sun!
Any flora used to decorate the park would be exotic to Frozen Mountain, even if it came from the nearby tundra, but my humans decided to do something interesting. While they had covered most of the ground with a soft short-growing Terran clover, they chose to make the rest of the decorative plants functional. All of the saplings were different types of fruit trees that, when mature, would be free for anyone to harvest as much as they want. Even the decorative topiary isn't hardy tasteless plants, but berry bushes that would provide a variety of sweet treats relatively soon.
Agurcorp was more than happy to allow its failed startup out here to be turned into a local park. Well, so long as they didn't have to pay for this expensive mistake of theirs. The Mayor was all too happy with this, especially since my humans were happy to let him have all the credit so long as they got to design the park. With voting season right around the corner, the Mayor that ‘Brought life to this blighted land’ was a shoo-in to get re-elected. Or would be if he also wasn't ‘The idiot who allowed predators into the city.’
With everything that's happened I am still a bit surprised at everyone currently enjoying the park. A small herd of Venlil are exercising in the open field. A family of Gojids are walking along the cobblestone path. All the while, some humans are playing a very weird game of throwing a round plastic plate into chain nets. It's almost as if this city didn't have two separate riots on the same day.
The sound of wheels traveling across a bumpy path caught my attention. I glanced across the way to see an embarrassed-looking John driving an electric wheelchair over to me. His eyes locked onto mine before quickly switching to the ground. He tried to laze in a chair designed to enforce good posture and looked rather silly as he adjusted himself.
He came to a stop just a foot away from where I sat, “Hey Silv… I, uh… I don't actually need the wheelchair but Mikvia threatened to break my legs if I didn't use it, so I'm just humoring her.”
Oh, don't freaking tell me. Why are humans like this… “John… you were hospitalized with a punctured lung. Sure, doctors have some miracles they can perform these days, but you know you shouldn't be stressing yourself by walking.”
He huffed, “Please, I'm fine. Really. It wasn't as serious as everyone is making it out to be.”
I thumped my hind paw against the ground, “John.”
He threw his hands into the air with a huff, “I'm in the damn wheelchair ain't I? Gawd…”
He grasped his nose before calming down, “I apologize. Shouldn't have raised my voice like that. I mean… I am using the wheelchair and not lifting stuff. Doctor's orders. They even said getting out in this park would be fine. Said it might even help!”
We let out a deep sigh together. I hopped down from my bench and back up onto his lap, “Let's go for a ride… while we figure… us out…”
I could see John's guard drop as the exhaustion crept back onto his face, “...alright...” He pressed his controls forward, and we slowly began our first lap of the park.
John wrapped one of his lanky ape arms around me like a fleshy seatbelt and I laid my head on his chest appreciating the contrast of his warmth with the cool artificial breeze. I could have slept like this. The beating of his heart was rhythmic, and his deep breaths sounded a bit like waves washing up on a shore.
I even heard his heart quicken as I cleared my throat, “So… we aren't really dating are we?”
His exhaustion was quickly replaced with unease as he started to fidget a little, “I'm sorry…”
I held his hand and stared into the ocean blue eyes of his, “Don't be sorry. I think we were both drunk when we agreed to go on a date…”
He shook his head, “I still should have said something before then.”
It wasn't like I couldn't have taken the initiative and talked to him sooner too, “I know you were going through a lot. Actually, I know you still are… I'm really only able to guess but… Are you one of the types that thinks Xeno-dating is weird?”
He looked ashamed as he scrambled to smooth things over, “I- No- well, yes- but- it's just… ok. Let me start over… alright… yeah… so… uhm… the thing is… how do I put this… it sounds bad… well, it is bad… it’s just…”
My tail wagged involuntarily at the rather cute display of embarrassment radiating from John. I leaned in and let him have a doey-eyed look to help heap the embarrassment on.
It felt like John tried to stop the next words from rolling out of his mouth, “Sometimes I have trouble thinking of you all as people.”
John came to a complete stop as I just stared at him wide-eyed. My brain struggled to grasp what he was saying and the implications of it. He cringed and covered his face with his hands, “Gawd, that sounds horrible. It's just… It's not as bad with you and the others… I talk to y’all a lot. It's easier for it to click that you are people too.”
I was desperately trying to see this from his angle, “Wha- why does this happen in the first place?”
His hands drug down his face trying to drag the flesh with it, “I think it’s cause you are always naked. Like your back brace helps a little bit, but still everything else is… That and I hear your voice and the chip in my head then gives it meaning. Like its disjointed. Then it's the way your body language works and- and- fuck. Just…. Fuck me man. I don't even think that's all that's wrong with me. It’s just… like you look, sound, and smell like animals. It's just not really what my mind had in place for aliens. So- like- ugh! Why can't I just explain it!?”
It's difficult to explain, but his words connected to a deep sad memory, “It's like everything is just too… slightly wrong…”
It felt like I had been whisked back decades to my own childhood. I could still smell the bleached halls of the Venlil orphanage on Nevis. My heart whimpered when the Sivkits who came to adopt me shuddered with fear and disgust. Their strange voices sounded slow as they spoke a strange version of Klipic. Like hearing a pale imitation of yourself, try and pretend to be just like you.
My eyes locked with his as I carried on “It’s like you look at them and a part of you knows what they are, but your brain just snaps back to… to what you think reality is.”
I could see a glimmer of hope well up with his tears, “Y-you know? I-Iv've felt like such a monster! How can I- How can I look them in the eyes when they took me in and say- say- that I can't see them as people sometimes!? After everything they've done for me?! They want to adopt me and I- I- I can't even!”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he buried his face in mine. It felt like he could crush me with his arms, yet they held me gently. What was causing me pain was this damn back brace. The blasted thing was trying to force my arms down while it hunched me over. I wiggled out of John's embrace and ripped the freaking thing off and chucked it as far as I could before burying myself in his embrace again.
We held each other as he drew in shuddering breaths and let his emotions flow out. John’s grip eventually began to loosen and we both took a moment to calm down. I gently tugged at the shirt covering John's torso, “So… Us not wearing clothes constantly is… disconnecting for you?”
He nodded his head, “Y-yeah… It’s like… every person I have ever known wears clothes. Animals never wear clothes and at most wear like a collar or harness if someone owns them. Then a few months ago, a bunch of nudist aliens show up and… well, my brain lops them into the animal category and the translator isn't helping.”
I glanced down at my body and suddenly felt… exposed, “So now that I am no longer wearing clothes…”
He cringed, “You look more like a large rabbit thing than a person… when you had the brace on it helped a little, but you were on all fours… When you were wearing your weather suit and had your hood off, It felt like you were a person, just different.”
An idea crossed into my skull, “Ok then… so your brain attaches personhood with a level of nudity, body plan, and familiarity… take your shirt off and give it to me- Don't give me that look! I know you’re male and are far less sensitive about people seeing your nipples. So gimme.”
He begrudgingly took off his shirt, revealing a pelt of fur that caught me off guard. I shook off the confusion as I slipped his shirt overhead and stuck my arms through the sleeves. It immediately tried to slip down my body and off. Mostly due to how large the hole for his head is, but also due to my utter lack of true shoulders. Another gift of my freak mutation. The ability to walk upright as well as sprint on all fours like a fucking Arxur.
I bunched up the collar and knotted it on itself, solving the slipping issue. With a small twirl, I spun in a circle, “So how is this?”
A smile formed on his face, “You look adorable!”
I happily flicked my tail, “Is that girlfriend adorable or pet animal adorable?”
His grin beamed with happy, mischievous energy, “Little sister adorable.”
I stomped my hind paw again, “Wha- why?!”
He held out his arms and I hopped back into his embrace, “Its cause it's my shirt. Jamie would wear my clothes sometimes, and they were so baggy on him, and well… on you that's practically a sundress! … you’d look really nice in like… a yellow sundress with like a straw hat.”
My mind tried and failed to make an image to match his description, “Hrm… well… I wouldn't know where to even start getting a… sundress.”
John carried on like clothes shopping was a normal intergalactic thing, “You would have to go to a tailor and have it custom-made. Like you already had to adjust my shirt cause you don't have shoulders like we or the Gojids do.”
We sat in a comfortable silence as John started the wheelchair back on its path. I almost fell asleep in his arms before I asked, “So… Are we dating?”
John didn't hesitate to bend over and freaking bite the top of my head! I, rather fruitlessly, slapped my paws against his face as fast as I could and only managed to elicit a laugh from him. Jumping up, I got a mouth full of his cheek in my teeth.
I made sure not to crush as I mimicked what he had done to me back, “Ah! The turns! They've tabled! I'm sorry! We're dating! Augh!” I spit out the lump of flesh between my teeth and sat down rather proudly.
It was only then I looked around to see most of the nearby groups staring at us. As well as three silver suited flame whack jobs walking our way. One of them held up his paws to try and seem as big as possible, “YOU! PREDATORS! DON'T MOVE!”
John growled at them, “YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
The trio froze in their steps and reached for weapons they didn't have. The boldest one took another step forward and shouted, “SHUT UP PREDATOR!”
John held his issued jacket up, letting the reflective emblem of the guild shine for all to see, “I WORK WITH YOU NUMB NUTS! I'M JOHN! ADOPTED SON OF YOUR FUCKING CHIEF! RING ANY BELLS?”
The trio halted in their tracks and the most skittish of them turned a one-eighty on their paws and began to walk away. The boldest one’s paws slowly dropped, “J-John?! I- I've never seen you without the mask or artificial pelt… wait! You're supposed to be in the hospital!”
Johns voice grew cold, “They said I could go out around the park so long as I mostly stayed in the chair. If it pleases you, you can talk to Loke. He's right over there with his wife and two kids. I bet he'd be thrilled to learn you three are going around accusing people of being predators.”
The bold moron took a fearful half step back, “D-d-d-d-don't twist my words! You bit her and she bit you back! I have witnesses! That's predatory!”
John leaned back and stroked the fur on my cheek, “No, it’s erotic.”
I could see the gears turning in the bold one's head grind, “What.”
John pressed his lips into my neck, “Ya know… sexy. It’s like… gently grooming your significant other's neck from behind but more playful.”
They looked revolted, “That's disgusting.”
John cocked his head to the side like a confused Gojid, “That’s odd.”
The look of revulsion quickly transitioned back to confusion, “What?”
A smirk grew on John's face as his fingers massaged into the sore muscles on my back, “It's just, that’s exactly what your mom said last night, but she grew to like it.”
I slapped my paws to my mouth to avoid laughing as the rage flared up in the bold one's eyes, “WHAT!?”
I let out a happy purr as John began to work at my sore muscles and utterly humiliate the idiot bothering us, “Yeeeeah. You weren't supposed to find out like this, but I'm your dad now.”
Their ears pinned back in rage, “You're lying to me.”
John waved a hand at our surroundings, “We are in a hermetically sealed park. There is no way for any significantly threatening animal to get in here. You are only here looking for trouble and I assure you, this will be looked into. Go clean your nose and keep it clean. Understood?”
They both tucked their tails, “Understood, sir.”
John nodded his head and calmed his tone, “Dismissed.”
As the trio of troublemakers left, we sat in relative silence as John continued to work away at the stress in my muscles. If you proved this was how humans prepared their food before eating it, I would argue that it's still worth it.
His rough voice messaged my ears, “Hey Silv?”
I stretched and enjoyed the pops my spine made as it took its natural shape, “Hrm?”
A hint of curiosity hung in his voice, “Why did you understand what I meant? Shouldn't… You've lived with aliens being a part of everyday life for… Like… ever right?”
I slumped against John and thought. Dredging up old memories that I almost wished I didn't have, “It was… a very long time ago. My doctor told me I was making up false memories to cover up a traumatic event and make it to where I was normal and everyone around me were the weird ones…”
I could hear John doubt my doctor's claims, “That sounds… fishy.”
Despite John's odd word choice, the meaning still fit perfectly, “It feels like it, but I just have no proof. I swear to you, I remember running along a beach, with my parents on two legs. Every Sivkit I knew as a child walked on two legs. It’s like… well…”
I grabbed John's hand to stop it from distracting me, “One day I woke up, and I was unbelievably cold. I thought I was a corpse. There was this strange… tentacle thing with bulgy eyes standing above me. His words didn't match his lips, but I understood him. It was terrifying.”
“He scooped me up and started running. Said I was in grave danger, and he was going to keep me safe. I didn't trust him one bit. He jumped into some strange ship and told me I had to be very quiet. The bad people would attack us if they heard either of us talking.”
“Eventually, he crashed the ship into something and pulled me out of it. I was surprised to see we had been on a submarine that entire time. That and the sky was the wrong color. I didn't even have an opportunity to think about it as he carried me to a weird looking vehicle that once again surprised me as a giant wall turned into a window.”
“I had never even heard of spaceships before, and I watched as we went up and just moved into space like it was nothing. He tried to calm me down, but he told me my parents were dead. I- just remember sobbing in his tentacles for hours. Eventually, I calmed down enough for him to play with me.”
“For a few days it was just me and him. Then we met up with another ship, and he left that one to drift in the void. He said we were meeting his friend Aylin on Nevis… a Venlil colony not too far from here, actually. I got to meet more aliens on that ship but Kalova- sorry that was the name of the Kolshian who took me out here. Kalova didn't want me to talk about anything to anyone. Said to just say I was his adopted daughter, and he just got a job on Nevis managing the new colony.”
“He never saw it. I didn't know what they were at the time but the Arxur attacked. They were trying to raid the colony and the Gojids and Venlil where desperately trying to protect it. I remember the alarm going off the second the ship’s captain announced we were leaving FTL. Kalova sprinted through the ship carrying me. He placed me in an escape pod just before that terrible lizard spotted us. He pulled the lever and my pod jettisoned down to the surface.”
“I was in that pod for three days before the Venlil found me and put me in an orphanage. Every time I met other Sivkits… they made my skin crawl. There's something wrong with all of them. I swear to you, we Sivkits are supposed to walk on two legs. We also aren't supposed to be that… stupid. Between how they talk being just… off, and the fact what they said was often either retarded or downright wrong, I couldn't ever feel like one of the so-called Grand Herd.”
“Eventually, I aged out. Graduated college, top of my class. And started working out here when they began to rebuild my plant after it burned down. That’s all there… Well, there is more, but It's not actually relevant to your question.”
John leaned down and kissed the top of my head, “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
I groomed the tip of his nose in return, “You're welcome. … Hey John?”
I could see a small bit of… hope in the back of his eyes, “Yes Silv?”
“Can you tell me about your past?”
He frowned as memories came back to him, yet he smiled still. “Yeah… it’s not a happy story either.”
I pressed myself into him, “Well… we can both be sad together, at least.”
John's hands began to absentmindedly work through my fur again, “Yeah… That doesn't sound as bad.”
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Important question, do you want a chapter dedicated to John retelling his story? Or would you like it smash cut out in favor of more of their first real date? I am not sure how I want to do it and am happy with both, so please let me know.
John and Silvera finally had the relationship talk! Woooooo! John's confessed something he'd rather never bring up, but knows he needs to address to start living a happy life with his new family. Aaaaand, It's time for Silvera’s tragic backstory! (Trademark pending). Strange names though, right? Kalova… weird how John's old boss has a missing brother with the same name as an alien Ivan the Arxur knows! And Aylin… strange they share a name with Talen's dead wife! Man that's just weird!
Special thanks to u/JulianSkies for proofreading! Seriously it felt like my eyes were melting out of my skull and your feedback was everything I needed!
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The Yaire exile to earth chapter-8 parts 1 and 2
What was I thinking after all those years without a drink? I didn’t even have so much as a drop when Monica passed and now, now I dropped myself into a bottle and I have to crawl back out.
Those were the thoughts running through my mind. I hated myself for it. I pissed away so many years, I couldn’t work cows unless I had a flask. I couldn’t make hay or hell coach Joshua’s baseball games if I didn’t have a half rack in the truck. I hid it from her and the kids. I was a useless drunk. Until one day Monica took the kids and left. That’s what it took to kick me in the ass. I started AA, started going to church with them, and tried my best to be a better man. All these years without the destruction that I caused. And this event, us finding these poor abandon people in the brush, trying to get them help in whatever way we could and I cracked.
I needed to leave. I needed to do something, even if it was wrong. If I didn’t try to abandon these demons, they would most definitely grab me again.
The light was just starting to grow in the distance; my head was splitting me in two. The very act of walking to the barn causes me to vomit twice.
It took a long minute for me to gather my strength as the waves of sick, washed over me. Leaning against the wooden gate that leads to the horse pen was all I could do to stand and be present. Wave after dizzy wave nearly takes my feet out from under me.
Kicking my tongue to the pair of horses in the round pen next to the barn, I hoped I could manage to saddle one and go find some of my still abandoned cows. “Ha girls, I know it was a rough night.” The gray mare snorted her offense at my still drunk odder. The scent of cheap whiskey was obviously drifting to the pair of horses and they didn’t appreciate it. After a lot of effort, I was able to call the gray horse over. Reaching up to scratch her cheek, I realized in my haze that all my tack was in the trailer. “Shit!” I muttered to myself in extreme irritation.
Hanging my throbbing head, I managed to make the short distance to the trailer that I had left half parked in the yard. As I reached the trailers tail gate and slowly opened it, a distant voice reaches me. “Rough night?” I gazed up to the porch to see Joshua with a thermos of coffee, standing outside the front door.
“It wasn’t a fun one,” I muttered, as I could see an out cold Mic propped up on the porch swing. “At least it was too cold out here last night.”
“It wasn’t cold because we brought you two a couple of blankets.” Josh stated as frankly as he could. “You want something to eat before you get knocked off a horse?”
“No, food will just make me sick. I just need to work the poison out of my system.” I said, trying to keep the spins down as a fresh round of dizziness begins.
“So you’re going up the hill. Do you want help?”
Josh asked, sounding concerned. “No, I need to help with..” my voice trailed as I couldn't think through the fog.
.“Yaire”, Joshua interrupted as I searched my hazy mind for the right words.
“Yep, you’re on top of it. Best of luck, boy.” I grunted as I bent to pick up the saddle and tack for my spare horse.
Straining to hold on to my leather implements, I turned to make the trudge back to the round pen. Joshua called over my shoulder. “Just like that?”
“Yes, son, just like that.” A muttered back as I made the short walk back to the horses.
Dropping my saddle so the saddle horn was helping to prop the assembly out of the dirt. I reached out for one of the mares to begin the procedure to saddle up, only to be jerked backwards.
“Wait one fucking minute!” Josh all but spit.
“You help save these people, but now that you’re drunk, you’re going off to ride to the sunset like it’s some shitty western?” He barked.
I reached up and hit him full in his face. “You think I know what to do?” I yelled back. “Some galactic despot has been dropping these people all over the hell and gone leaving them in the sage to die!”
I hated myself for what I was doing; my mind was screaming at my body and mouth to stop. I couldn’t. “I’ll fail these people, Iv already failed you and your sister. I’m a cosmic fuck up without your mother.” Now my tears started to well. I couldn’t stand there anymore. Reaching down, I scooped up my saddle and gear and walked into the corral.
Chapter 8 part 2
Joshua’s personal perspective
It’s been a few hours since dad left. I was sitting on the front porch steps, still stewing in my irritation.
“The eye, better?” A female voice asked from the front porch doorway.
“It’s a little black, but it’s….. ok,” I said, the last word stalling out as the voice came into view when I turned my head. There, standing in the doorway, was Lis, her straight grey hair cut short at an angle, letting the light from the house shine on her angler right cheek. She had on my old ac/dc shirt from high school and a pair of Becky’s “cowgirl jeans”.
Trying hard not to stare, I whipped my head back out to overlooking the farmyard. “You’re picking up English really fast. Another week or two and you’ll be better at it than me.” I stammer out.
The tired wooden floor boards begin to creak with her footsteps as she walks up and sets down next to me on the steps.
“Thank you,” she says with some effort. The words were still being practiced.
“For what?” I said, trying my best to sound cool.
She looked confused, then Mic’s voice interrupted with their native language. A flurry of sounds and vowels later. Lis stood up and turned to go back inside. Stopping long enough at the doorway to turn and look back, “you people saved us.” She said in near perfect English, and with that she turned and walked back into the house.
Still looking over the yard, it was hard to keep a small grin off my face. Flicking a small piece of gravel off the steps, I could hear a fresh set of footsteps walking up to me. With a plop mic flopped himself next to me.
Looking out at the yard with a thousand mile stare, he took a long breath in. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he began. “What happens now?” He managed, trying hard to wrap his mouth around the words.
“I don’t know, we’ll keep working on your English and you guys can decide. Maybe your people will come back for you.” I said.
“No one comes, Zeen prison word.” He said while pointing to the ground in front of us and shaking his head.
“That’s, that’s not good.” I replied, while not understanding what a Zeen is.
We sat there in silence for a moment longer. Until I finally got up to stretch my legs and headed back inside. About half of the Yaire were seated in the living room, watching the first Hangover and giving their constant commentary. I guess if you have to learn a language from a movie, it should at least be a good one.
Becky was standing in the kitchen, while on the phone, with a troubled look on her face.
“What’s going on?” I whispered. Her response was to hold a single finger up in a just a minute manner.
“Thanks for checking, ya they had it out this morning and dad left in a huff. Ok we’ll look for him tomorrow. Thanks Mary,” Becky set her cell phone down before she acknowledged me. Looking down as she let out a tired sigh.
“So that was Mary. She told me dad went to her and Dave’s after he left here. Dave will give him a hand getting the cows down to his winter feed lot so we can truck them back.” Becky said. “She also said dad was pretty hammered, she thinks he was drinking on the way. Apparently, he was stinking of buzz and babbling about aliens. They're letting him sober up in their spare room before they head up the hill.”
“That’s no good.” I said, still upset about this morning.
“No, it’s not. Do you want to tell me what happened, for dad to get drunk and kick your ass?” she asked, a slight chuckle in her voice at the last part.
“I guess it’s the stress from all of this. But he was going on about being a failure and that someone dumped here the Yaire, I don’t know.” I stated
She just frowned at my explanation. “Well, we’re just in, autopilot around here this afternoon. Can I get you to head to town for some groceries?”
“I guess, are you sure you’ll be ok alone?” I asked, not sure if that was the smartest things to do. Leaving my little sister with a house full of aliens.
“I’ll be fine. The guys are having a hangover marathon and some girls are in my bedroom using your laptop to practice English.” She said dismissively.
“Wait, my laptop?” Embarrassing concern running through my mind.
I all but ran to Becky’s room. The sound coming from there confirmed my worst fears. On the bed Sofia, Ava, and Mia, all I would guess in the early to mid twenties started giggling at my approach, which made this even more awkward. As I entered the doorway, they all reached for the screen and closed the laptop. Our collective embarrassment set the trio to giggling again as now both Lis and Becky walked up behind me. From the bed, Sofia started speaking to Lis in their own language and holding her hands apart giving a literal scale for their conversation.
I was red faced with shame and embarrassment as the giggling picked back up.
“You didn’t delete your search history, did you?” Becky chuckled as I passed her in the door way
“What do you want from the store?”
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Took a nap after so long but had such a creepy dream :(
It started with me sleeping in the same bed I fell asleep in real life with my mom. In my dream I was trying to sleep but something kept shaking the bed. I was too scared to open my eyes so I tried to force myself to sleep. Then my mom got up in real life and I woke up a bit then fell asleep again. And again in my dream I was alone on the weird shaking bed, like someone was jumping on it near my legs..
I heard my sister saying she wanted to eat something, and my mom made her something in a pan and left it on the dining table to cool. I got out of the bed but everything was so dim and dark? It was almost night but no one turned on the lights. Suddenly me, my sister & mom decided to make a trip to my college because results for my recent exam had been out and apparently they displayed the ranks?? We went there and it was completely different campus, infact it was the campus of my dream uni lol 😭
There too, it was dark, but there were lights everywhere like there was some estival going on.. but atleast I was able to see well. There I saw my rank, I got 16k (irl i got 28k bruh). Then we saw there was stuff being sold like keychains, pictures (that change when u see them from different angles) and stuff and to my horror it was pictures of me and my sister when we were around 6-10 years old??
Like wtf? Everything was on display but there was no one buying them? I was surprised at first in the dream but then it felt weird. We took pictures of those to show it to others then I saw some weird play going on. Apparently in this dream my sister was obsessed with some serial killer? She saw the play was about him and victims??? (She does not even watch true crime irl)
Coming to the pictures, some girl in the picture we were holding was talking? She was suddenly kinda covered in blood and was giving weird expressions and I kept telling her to keep the same expression she had in the original photo.. She then jumped out and was only visible in my camera. There was like a fox-y? girl beside the girl from the picture. I told my sister, “Ah, that's just a Japanese fox spirit!” WHAT JAPANESE FOX SPIRIT?? HUH?? GIRL WTF?. (I think I've been watching too many of those videos where the japanese waiter girls dress up as foxes and play around with the customers 😭)
Still seeing those keychains and frames with pictures of me, my sister and mom was so creepy like they resembled real life so well too...And my phone kept lagging the whole dream..It was so annoying
Then I saw my baby self??? On the floor???? Like without a shiry too.. I tried to pick her up and hug her and she smiled? 😭 She was in some plastic tub and my sister said they're probably here to be sold? And I said yeah probably..?SELLING MY BABY SELF?? She looked so cute :( Some random lady then appeared behind her and took her in her lap. I left for home as I was texting my friend telling her what was happening here.
I think this got too big, there's a bunch left I'll write it in another post sorry lol

For context, I don't have a proper job right now, besides working on art commissions for others. I basically have all day to study. I wanna spend 8-10 hours working on art. However, IDK what the exact amount should be for studying it.
For each week, I've allocated at most two hours studying a main topic. Last week was arms, now this week is legs. From what I understand, there's a limit for how long you can study before there's not much benefit the more hours you spend (due to how the brain works). I feel like 1 to 2 hours is enough for me, since I didn't notice much benefits after spending 6 hours learning to draw arms for one day.
I wasn't sure if what I've been reading is based on studying with no breaks at all (especially a long 30-60 min break if studying for more than 1 hour) or if it's specifically towards a certain subject matter. For example, could I do two hours studying one topic and then do the same for a different topic? While not two hours, I've been giving myself 30 minutes to "warm up" by practicing lines (C-S-I), shapes, and form. I don't feel like I need to go too overkill with it so that's why it's 30 minutes.
Of course, I make the sessions fun by drawing silly things or involving my favorite characters to make it more engaging. That and the breaks, as well.
I'm just at a point where I need to seriously brush up on my anatomy (as well as color, composition, gestures, etc)
tl;dr If there's a daily cap to studying/practicing art, is that only for a specific topic or does that apply to learning anything at all? If I only got, at most, two hours to study before I see diminishing returns, should I just divide how much to study a subject matter?

I won't say my age but I will say that I am female and I have a couple of best friends. I have 2 really close friends that I have known for a bit but I didn't know them beforehand. During COVID, one of my friends very suddenly developed anxiety even though they have never been diagnosed. They would cry over tests and results and say that they were insecure and as friends, we would try to talk them out of it. They refused to listen and blamed it on their anxiety. They would say that they got no sleep because of anxiety and say that they would bump their leg up and down because of anxiety (even though they rarely ever do) and all of this they would say to us happily with a smile on their face. I know I'm not a psychologist but they kept trying to align themselves with symptoms that me and my other best friend didn't think they had. On top of that, when they cried over tests, they would refuse to look at their score and sometimes even held up the whole class just because of it. It feels mean to say but I feel like they were doing it for attention. Moreover, they never let us help: we would give them advice and they wouldn't follow it, we would tell them to talk to someone and they would say that their mother wouldn't allow them (even though they can still talk to a teacher in school). All of these small things broke our friendship. It became all about them and during the first couple years I was willing to be supportive but at some point we just got tired. Me and my other best friend attempted to drop them but we ended up talking again properly after around a month then after the summer it was like they had reformed. They never mentioned their anxiety and when they did, they treated it like it was an accomplishment that they were no longer refusing to look at numbers on a sheet of paper. They would slander their parents saying they put too much pressure on them and would make up stories that my other best friend knew weren't true because they have known each other for longer. However, all of my friend group is POC so we all have the same standards or even higher. I'm not trying to demean the person but I feel like they needed a reality check so me and my best friend attempted to drop her again and this is what I wrote.
To _, I've known you since _. Honestly, it was nice at first; that was until you started with your anxious feelings. In no way shape or form did I think that your anxiety was a bad thing; I just felt as though I couldn't deal with it. Every time I couldn't convince you to eat or take your medicine, it would make me feel like a bad person. This didn't necessarily upset me but it made me feel like I wasn't a good friend to you. On many occasions, you would accuse me of yelling at you. I really thought that it was just my natural voice but when you said it out loud, it felt like someone had stabbed me. I'm sorry for any miscommunications that happened and I'm sorry that we couldn't make this work. I even walked out when I knew that I couldn't help you because it would be the best for you and I. I could never be there for you which was frustrating enough because you also never listened to anyone's advice. Even now, as you say that you are beginning to listen to us, it doesn't seem true. You always jump to conclusions about making us feel bad when you are talking about your issues and it is just wrong. You are deciding my emotions, and not to be rude, but you don't get to do that. Your thoughts and feelings have interrupted and took over large parts of my life. Sometimes I'm even unable to revise because of you (not to say that it's your fault for having personal problems). I'm never going to get the hours I spent with you back but I hope that they were spent for a good reason and that they hold meaning in your life as they do in mine. I feel like I am constantly arguing with you over your views about yourself that you and I both know are wrong. You hold high expectations that you know you can't reach so you beat yourself up about your results every time: it really pains me from the bottom of my heart. I truly hoped that you would find the peace and happiness that never seemed to be present when we argued. At first, in _, when we dropped you, I felt awful but I also believed that the worst was over. I thought that when you came back, everything would be fine but I can't deny my own feelings. Your emotions are overbearing and it's overwhelming me to a point where sometimes I get frustrated. To reiterate, you don't upset me and I have no problem with you but I need my space. I need my time. I need my own attention but most importantly, I need my life back. I'm sorry I could never take care of you or help you, despite my efforts. I've had many great memories with you but now is the time to think. I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to do my exams because of my thoughts holding me back and that's exactly what happened. I am scared for you, _. I hope you know that I always cared and wanted to help. I hope you know that I will never give up on you and your journey but above all, I hope you know that sometimes things must come to an end. Goodbye, __.
And even after all of that we still were friends again but now they don't mention anything about mental health and I feel like I caused this. Was I wrong to want my life back as a child because I didn't know how to handle them then?

For context, I don't have a proper job right now, besides working on art commissions for others. I basically have all day to study. I wanna spend 8-10 hours working on art. However, IDK what the exact amount should be for studying it.
For each week, I've allocated at most two hours studying a main topic. Last week was arms, now this week is legs. From what I understand, there's a limit for how long you can study before there's not much benefit the more hours you spend (due to how the brain works). I feel like 1 to 2 hours is enough for me, since I didn't notice much benefits after spending 6 hours learning to draw arms for one day.
I wasn't sure if what I've been reading is based on studying with no breaks at all (especially a long 30-60 min break if studying for more than 1 hour) or if it's specifically towards a certain subject matter. For example, could I do two hours studying one topic and then do the same for a different topic? While not two hours, I've been giving myself 30 minutes to "warm up" by practicing lines (C-S-I), shapes, and form. I don't feel like I need to go too overkill with it so that's why it's 30 minutes.
Of course, I make the sessions fun by drawing silly things or involving my favorite characters to make it more engaging. That and the breaks, as well.
I'm just at a point where I need to seriously brush up on my anatomy (as well as color, composition, gestures, etc)
tl;dr If there's a daily cap to studying/practicing art, is that only for a specific topic or does that apply to learning anything at all? If I only got, at most, two hours to study before I see diminishing returns, should I just divide how much to study a subject matter?

Hello , i have just started the meditation journey around 2 weeks ago and then i stumbled upon hemi sync.
I was doing silva method before , just the alpha state one.
Since i have started with hemi sync tapes. I get too relaxed and either drift off to sleep Or i subconsciously avoid what the instructer is saying and then comeback to my sense and ask my self what do i have to do now ?
Yesterday was a tough sension my mind was thinking too much about past things , i did not think i would be able to sleep yet around 25 mins i drifted off to sleep and wokeup when the next tape was playing.
When i used to do silva method , i used to imagine a rectangle around me that would block all past self thoughtd and i would be still. Can i also do this with the balloon?
So far I've listened to advanced focus 10 around 4-5 times. And i have some questions

1. What to do when there is the intro with sea waves ? Do we do amy breathing exercise or just be ?
   
2. The humming sound - i hum but I don't feel anything, what is that supposed to do exactly? I understand the body vibrates when you hum, so do we do it loudly ? Or ?
   
3. Is it necessary to form that baloon where we imagine waves like fountain from head and going to the legs and back up, then left to right and then spiral ? Can i directly imagine me being in a baloon of energy that is swirling around me like goku ?
   
4. How can i move forward in the tape , understand it better and shut my logicla mind off and just have like transport somewhere ? I have random clips pop up when i drift off and i come back when i hear the voice of instructor and i often come back and think "hmm is this my mind awake and body asleep?" , " am i in fhe window where i can talk with subconscious?" , "everything seems blank what do i do here" .
   

I'm sorry if these questions seem stupid to you , but I'm very interested in making a whole journey out of it. It would be soo awesome.
Thankyou for replies in advance ^{_^}

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Are people usually frustrated or just like "meh, it do be like that sometimes" ?
I usually don't mind it that much but there's a few instances that got me really irritated: - Farming Kulve Taroth for horns and failing the quests 6 times back to back: 3 escapes and 3 fails on third phases. Spent an entire evening posting The Eternal Gold Rush just to get the legs - Someone kept flashing Lunastra and we eventually failed because no one (including me) knew how to properly deel with her supernova - When the same person causes the fail for stupid reasons
I'm really asking this to see if my frustrations are justified or if I should readjust my attitude towards failed quests.
While we're at it, how tf are we supposed to deal with Supernova?

He was reliable, very helpful, loyal as hell. But always wanted me to lose weight. He would very often say that my belly is huge, my legs are huge and that im bigger than i think and bigger than i should be. He would say all he asks of me is to lose weight. Which is true. I felt i could never be slim enough. We had a dead bedroom we were together 5 years and now ill likely be e single for life. Even now weve broke up i still feel like im not slim enough to be loved by anyone. Im not ‘ big’ im just a naturally thick type of girl. In the end i exploded and was extremely nasty to him and now im the bad guy. My life is worse off without him i will also lose my home and family unit. Even when i was 60kg at 5’5 it was barely just about good enough. Then i had thyroid cancer and went to about 70kg and that was like i had commit murder in his eyes. From the first day we met he said he wants me to lose weight i went crazy at the gym for him for months my friends began to call me ‘ gaunt ‘ and were concerned.

Sharp headaches are now waking me up out of sound sleep with sharp arm pains from armpits to hands like someone is squeezing them, pins & needles on both, in addition to similar leg pain, bulging veins in hands and legs.
I took 4 days of a combo birth control pill to start IVF & this began with mild headache, diarrhea, nausea, tinnitus, dry mouth, enlarged leg veins, leg skin felt burning sensation on fire, severe restless legs, dry skin, hot flashes, elevated rhr & bp. 6 days ago I stopped after the leg items began & it felt like an allergic reaction, noticed immediate improvement in skin on fire feelings, diarrhea and headache but everything else I listed is same or worse. RHR & BP have come back down to normal but other symptoms have not. Duplex US Tuesday ruled out leg DVT then, told to wear compression socks, try magnesium and Benadryl - nothing's working and I'm getting worse.
I don't ever get headaches. Friday a severe right sided headache happened, started with tight feeling on both sides of the neck with temple/eye socket/head then jaw pain. Right eye vision went slightly blurry and eye felt pressure. Saturday afternoon similar headache experience, then 12 hrs later after taking Benadryl I was sound asleep when it happened again, waking me up at 2am except now with sharp pains / pins & needle feelings and major pressure on both arms for 15m wirh intermittent leg pains like the arms too. Fitbit says pulse ox was only 92% tonight, never happened before.
I'm only sleeping 2-4hrs a night and am terrified of what's happening. This is fucking insane that 4 pills have caused this kind of reactions? Please, anyone, any suggestions?
36/f, 210 lbs, 5'5" on Nexium, Flonase, and levothyroxine.

Can anyone help me? I just dreamt the weirdest most unnerving and the most violating thing I could Could anyone help me desifer it?
Sunday, may 19,2024 I had a dream I was watching insta and a I scrolled to a video where a man was getting in a ride with a man and a woman and the man sat behind them when the ride started I was in imported inside of the video. And the guy and woman turned around and they felt really familiar even tho I’ve never seen them and then the man started touching my leg, I could feel the guys hand touching my leg and fizicly felt everything so I was starting to freak tf out, I also went to check if it was really real and tried touching his arm, and I felt it and my heart dropped. I got even more scared because I tried to swipe you or down and it wouldn’t let me and I knew that I was stuck there for how long they wanted. and they said for me to stop watching reels and sinning? And to get out of the loop of eternal scrolling. I’m still terrified and shacking, it’s currently 4;18 am but I woke up at 4. Also The ride was also in a weird place like in a building like a mall of something, the carts get 8 seats the man and the woman sat in the 3rd row and I sat in the 4th row. And the

So I work with this man who is 22 and he claims to have slept with 12 women but I honestly dont understand how. Hes about 5ft 6, chubby, has a fucked up leg, has bad teeth but yet every weekend he is always talking about girls giving him blowjobs or him seeing women.
Meanwhile im 25 years of age, 6ft, athletic, very into my appearance but yet I've only ever been with one woman which is my GF although my GF has also only ever been with one man which is me (we both lost our virginities together).
I suppose im more introverted than him and I dont really go out much while he goes out nearly every night but still, these women must sleep with him just cause of the attention he gives them or money (because his father is rich apparently). Although it just shows you how trashy and easy a lot of women are, I even showed my GF a picture of him and even she cant understand how he manages to pull women lol.
By the way im not jealous in fact im the one winning out here really because my GF was a virgin when we met, has a lovely figure, a natural beauty, doesnt use social media or hardly uses her phone, a talanted cook/bake, says that she wants lots of kids and has a high sex drive. I also eat her out on a regular and have made her squirt. It felt so special us losing it together (we both waited 9 months)
So im not jealous of any man although I just dont understand how this man can pull women lol. I thought lots of women are not into sleeping around and were picky like they wouldnt sleep with a short man

So I work with this man who is 22 and he claims to have slept with 12 women but I honestly dont understand how. Hes about 5ft 6, chubby, has a fucked up leg, has bad teeth but yet every weekend he is always talking about girls giving him blowjobs or him seeing women.
Meanwhile im 25 years of age, 6ft, athletic, very into my appearance but yet I've only ever been with one woman which is my GF although my GF has also only ever been with one man which is me (we both lost our virginities together).
I suppose im more introverted than him and I dont really go out much while he goes out nearly every night but still, these women must sleep with him just cause of the attention he gives them or money (because his father is rich apparently). Although it just shows you how trashy and easy a lot of women are, I even showed my GF a picture of him and even she cant understand how he manages to pull women lol.
By the way im not jealous in fact im the one winning out here really because my GF was a virgin when we met, has a lovely figure, a natural beauty, doesnt use social media or hardly uses her phone, a talanted cook/bake, says that she wants lots of kids and has a high sex drive. I also eat her out on a regular and have made her squirt. It felt so special us losing it together (we both waited 9 months) and right now we are starting to explore sexually with each other like with kinks or BDSM
So im not jealous of any man although I just dont understand how this man can pull women lol

Hii guys So I've actually posted this into a cp subbredit as well, but I would also like to hear your opinion.
So I am a 27f. I have very mild cerebral palsy which affects both of my legs.
I basically lead an ordinary life. I live by myself, have a masters degree, a job, a social life, traveled a lot and all that.
I need no help with mostly anything in my life, but I do walk with a slightly different, very typical cp gait.
The problem is that I've had body image issues my whole life and this prevented me from dating.
Everytime someone's tried to kiss me, I'd freeze, not being able to kiss back. So as you can guess I've had very little romantic experience and I've never had sex.
I'm in therapy now and it has been helping a lot. So I think I wanna try dating again but I have no idea how to present all this information to potential partners and I do wanna tell them because I would be too nervous to function othervise.
I'm scared I will be stigmatized. I think people would accept me more easily if I were an able-bodied person with no sexsual experience or a person with a disability who has had sexsual experiences. Being both I think will scare people off.
Also I'm bisexsual but I think prefer women.
What are your thoughts? How shuould I go about all this? Would you consider dating someone like me. You can be honest, I won't get hurt I promise 💛 Thank you 🩷🩷

I need a help from other people in social media.I go to school,people there laugh and make fun of me,tqlk behind my back,when I come back home my family always says bad thing to me, every day I listen how stupid,dumb I'm,I don't even remember the last time my mother said something good to me,since I was a kid they always would beat me up for little problems,I even remember once I didn't answer to my father question and he beat me up with his legs and I should've lied in school that I just fell.I dont want to eat because everytime I eat they remind me that I'm stupid and can't even go to hight school if I won't get 20/20 in my exams,the only thing that my mother talks to me about is studying,when she asks "how was school?" The answer should be "I got A at maths" I never spoke about how I sat quietly listening how people laugh at me ,I have a family link,and when I get B I'll be threatened that they'll lower my hours in phone,I tried to open up to my mom saying that no one should know about it,the next day when I got a C my dad said "That's why you don't have any friends" And my mom added "The problem is definitely you" Maybe I am?I don't know honestly,but what else that I don't know is who I want to be?My mom chose that I'll be an architect, I have no passion towards drawing, I hate it, I guess I'll be a prostitute. There's nothing I would love to do when I'll never be good enough like her friends kids and her brothers kids,And now I think I cant even be a prostitute because I'm hella ugly and get aggressive over nothing. What should I do?I need a help,please give me advises.