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Acknowledging percentages may not capture everyone, vary somewhat by source, etc., but they are useful as a tool to gauge prevalence.
Dyslexia (15%) Left handedness (10%) Deaf (4%) Colorblind (4%) Redheads (2%)
DID comes in somewhere around 3% and in comparison is also a condition characterized by covert expression. So less likely you’d even know if someone in your circle had DID vs. the obviousness of them being deaf?
For reference, I’m old and no one outside my mental health team knows I have this disorder. It’s isolating and that’s difficult, but I’m still someone who won’t ever share this in my real world.
I say that because I’m not using this post to question your reality, but as a basis for explaining why I’m confused. And want to better understand how you find yourself in places where you have friends who are systems. By friends do you mean people in online spaces? Online spaces targeted to systems? Or do you actually have friends who have DID out in the real world? Where did you find them? How does that even come up in conversation?
When I look at the percentages of things listed above I have met people with all of them. Sure, it’s reasonable I could even be friends with one of them, but I’m not. I’ve just met them over the course of my life. And it seems unlikely my friend group would consist of multiple redheads?
I do have a friend with albinism (which occurs in less than 1%), so I realize some people have friends with something rare. But how are so many of you friends with someone else (or multiple someones) with DID?

I was sitting in my 10th grade Biology class, cheek resting on a cold, rusty desk, as our usually animated teacher paced back and forth at the front of the room. He was lecturing about the process of photosynthesis – something we'd already learned at least twice before. I could feel my attention slipping away, with the droning of his voice merging into the hum of the air conditioner.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and said, "So, we all know plants turn sunlight into energy through photosynthesis, right?" He was met with a wave of disinterested nods. "But what if I were to tell you that we humans can do something quite similar?"
Well, that snapped me back to reality. My eyes widened as I desperately tried to recall any instance in which we learned about humans photosynthesizing. Had I missed something crucial? My heart raced, as the other students in the class exchanged equally confused looks.
Laughing at our horrified expressions, he said, "No, we cannot photosynthesize sunlight into food. But we can take a piece of information and transform it using our own inner process. It's called reasoning."
Then, he walked us through an example. He took a simple statement - 'All men are mortal. Socrates is a man. Therefore, Socrates is mortal.' He broke it down for us, explaining the logical steps that our minds naturally follow to reach the conclusion.
That was the day I understood how reasoning works, and how crucial it is to education. We don't just memorize facts; we analyze, infer, deduce and produce new ideas.
P.S. No, this didn't really happen. I didn't have a philosophical Bio teacher imparting wisdom about reasoning in a photosynthesis lesson. But hey, wouldn't it be cool if we could photosynthesize? Then, we wouldn't have to worry about what to eat for lunch. Jokes aside, what I wanted to illustrate is how reasoning - a mental model that we use every day - can be effectively applied in education. And maybe, just maybe, this hypothetical story has got you thinking about how you can use mental models in your own life.

Steam Keys

• Deadlink
• POSTAL: Brain Damaged - Connoisseur Edition
• Wanted: Dead
• LISA: Complete Edition
• Scars Above
• A Plague Tale: Innocence
• Metal: Hellsinger
• 9 Years of Shadows
• Soulstice
• Expeditions: Rome
• Midnight Fight Express
• Elex 2
• The Gunk
• The Pale Beyond
• From Space
• Hardspace: Shipbreaker
• SCP: Secret Files
• Severed Steel
• Bendy and the Dark Revival
• Operation: Tango
• Windjammers 2
• Builder Simulator
• The Invisible Hand
• Mordhau
• Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl
• Crown Trick
• Shapez + Puzzle DLC
• Project Warlock
• Hellbound
• Red Solstice 2
• Police stories
• Evan's remains
• Due Process
• Simplerockets 2
• Möbius Front '83
• Amnesia: Rebirth
• John Wick Hex
• 112 operator
• Guts and glory
• Ring of pain
• Garage: Bad Trip
• Tools up
• Hiveswap Friendsim
• Black future 88
• Syberia 3
• As far as the eye
• Cepheus Protocol
• Drake Hollow
• Encodya
• Battlestar Galactica Deadlock
• Out of Space x2
• Railway Empire
• Tower of Time
• dead in vinland (gift link)
• dark future: blood red states (gift link)
• AEGIS DEFENDERS (gift link)
• DESERT CHILD (gift link)
• 11-11 Memories Retold
• Evergarden
• Avernum 3: Ruined World
• Override: Mech City Brawl
• Puss!- Steel Rats
• Deep Sky Derelicts
• HIVESWAP: Act 1
• Immortal Planet
• Do not feed the monkeys
• I'm not a monster
• The journey down: chapter 3
• Dandara
• Darkside Detetive
• Observer- Regions of Ruin
• NeuroVoider
• Purrfect Date
• Cook, Serve, Delicious! 2!!
• Bear With Me- Collector's Edition
• Acceleration of SUGURI 2
• Holy Potatoes! We're in Space?!
• Black the Fall
• The Norwood Suite
• Snake Pass
• Tacoma x2
• Cursed Castilla
• Hiveswap : Act 1
• The flame in the flood
• Small Radios Big Televisions
• Volgarr the Viking
• Rive
• Space Run Galaxy
• Killing Floor + DLC
• Dangerous Golf
• Cthulhu Realms
• Wasted
• 1993 Space Machine
• Gunmetal Arcadia Zero

Origin

• Command & Conquer: Red Alert 3 - Uprising
• Populous

I want:

• ANNO: Mutationem
• Pseudoregalia
• Dodgeball Academia
• Stray Blade
• Endling - Extinction is Forever
• Falcon Age
• Haven
• SteamWorld Quest: Hand of Gilgamech

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As I’ve gotten further into my transition, I fully identify as a binary trans guy. My entire experience of being trans is feeling like I should have been born male but something along the way got screwed up and now I have to fix my body so my mind and body are congruent. I consider it a medical condition that requires medical intervention for me to live a quality of life.
This obviously puts me in hot water with the people that don’t agree that being trans is a medical condition, but I’m wondering why we don’t have a better distinction between those who are doing gender expression and those who have genuine body/mind incongruence? For instance, for a trans woman who has no desire to present as a cis woman to the world but still wants to express her gender as female (ex. Keeping facial hair willingly, not going on hormones, ect) why is there not some separate category so that we don’t all get lumped together with someone we don’t relate to at all?
Another example is someone I know personally that identifies as a trans man. He goes out willingly without binding and has been approved for top surgery but continually pushes it off even though it would be completely paid for by his insurance as well. He also has told me he has no bottom dysphoria and still uses his front hole and would be fine with carrying a pregnancy. He still behaves like “one of the girlies” and that gives everyone the impression that that’s what a trans man is like. When I showed up, I was still early in transition but had absolutely nothing in common with this guy and in general am a very masculine person. I don’t like anything feminine lol but people automatically assumed that he and I must be besties and I must be just like him. I’ve never met someone more insufferable in my life than this guy. It feels really unfair to be lumped in with someone like that when I have zero overlapping feelings with him.
My chest dysphoria was so bad that l couldn’t take my binder off even at home. When my surgeons office needed to reschedule last minute for a few weeks later, I sobbed so hard because I thought that hell was going to be over with and then had to deal with it for another month. After I woke up from surgery, it was like I was experiencing being right in my body for the first time.
My bottom dysphoria is so bad that I can’t think about what I have down there or I start getting sewerslidal. I could never have even IMAGINED leaving the house and going out happily without binding. I could never even imagine carrying a fetus. That is the most extremely dysphoric thing I could think of ever doing. Why is there not some different label and community for people like that guy and people like me?

(i’m 16 btw) obviously i know that’s a common symptom of periods because your uterus is shedding a whole lining of blood and contracting. but last year, i got my period at school in 2nd period, and it hurt a little bit, but not too bad. it progressively got worse and worse throughout the day, and i had to skip lunch in the bathroom. in sixth period, i was trying not to cry and finally asked if i could go to the bathroom. i stayed in the bigger bathroom stall for the whole class, while we were taking a test, and cried. my lower abdomen, lower back, legs (not even just thighs, my whole leg), and 🐱 felt like they were being smashed nonstop with a hammer, and like someone was grabbing my organs from inside and twisting and squeezing them. i don’t even know how to explain how bad it felt, but it was the most painful thing i had ever experienced. a million times worse than when i had to get stitches or when i broke my tailbone. that was NOTHING compared to this. i also felt like i was going to throw up, which was terrifying, because i have emetaphopia. a nice girl finally found me in there, gave me tylenol and water (which didn’t help), and said i should go to the office. this was now 7th period, the last class. so i used all of my strength to walk up there and told the woman at the front desk what happened, and she talked to my dad and then he came to pick me up. i had to make myself look like a weirdo by laying on the floor because sitting was too painful. the woman tried to make a bed out of chairs for me, but when i layed down, it was way more uncomfortable, but i didn’t wanna look even weirder by laying down on the floor again. i also almost threw up, but thankfully, i didnt. i had to go get my stuff from my 6th period class, and when i told my teacher what happened, he got mad at me. i slept on the way home, which i never do, and then took like 8 advil pills, got a heated rice pillow, then took a shower when i got home, and felt better a few hours later. it’s not this painful every month, but today was another one of those days. i would not wish it on my worst enemy. it felt like i was giving birth.
is there some kind of syndrome i might have that makes me have extremely unpleasant period cramps and pains??

(Disclaimer I will be using fake names to keep this anonymous as possible) For background context, I (22) female live at home with my parents George (41 male) and Susie (49 female) and my little sister Abby (11 female). We live in a predominantly wealthy state. And we’re not very fortunate financially, so it’s been kinda hard to get my own place with the economy being the way it is. We live in a 3 bedroom house with all the bedrooms right next to each other. Every so often, my parents will start to get ready for bed and then I notice the door is shut to their bedroom. This is unusual because my mom always leaves the bedroom door cracked because she wants to hear if my little sister needs her in case of emergency. However, every time I see the door shut and locked I know my night is going to suck. Now before I get further, I wanna give you guys a little bit more detailed information. My little sister has autism and I help take care of her. My mom homeschools her and I do the rest. I’ve gotten pretty used to it because it’s been that way since she was born because my mom had her and asked my older sister and I to help take care of her. So now currently I still bathe her every night, get her ready for bed, make meals for her, and watch her when my mom has plans. So fair to say I’m like a backup parent. I also help my mom with cleaning the house regularly (every 2 weeks), go grocery shopping and do the laundry for everyone in the house (weekly). I do have a part time job so that has affected the amount of time I can help out with everything in the house. I try to schedule everything out so that I can help as much as I can. Now back to the matter at hand, on those nights I see the door shut and locked I get annoyed because that means they’re going to have sex that night. I wouldn’t really care if they weren’t so loud. The walls in the house are paper thin. (No literally I could drop a stuff animal and someone would hear it). So we can all hear each other in our own rooms. I get really upset because I just put their child to sleep and they’re being loud and could possibly wake her up. Not to mention that I don’t want to hear my parents having sex. It’s a very intimate act and I don’t need to hear it. I have expressed this to my mother but she says I can’t tell her what to do in her marriage and that it’s her house so I can’t tell her how to act in her own home. I don’t expect for them to never have sex, but I would really appreciate if they would do it when my little sister and I aren’t home. I don’t think it’s too much to ask to be courteous because there are other people in the home trying to fall asleep. I’ve tried talking to multiple people on this and they say I can’t control what happens in my parents house because I don’t pay rent so AITA?

Hello. I am a 50M and a father of 4. And it's summer road trip time. This always reminds me of road trips as a child. I am the oldest of 4 as well. I grew up in a middle class family, in the mid-west, and we always took a summer vacation in a car. It was a different time then, I realize that. Parenting styles have changed, times have changed, etc. I always wondered if my parents were just really strict, or if they had some misguided sense of what was correct? Or what was expected of them as parents, maybe? I will highlight some of the things that stick out in my memories to this day. Any thoughts or input are welcome.
1) We packed our food in a metal cooler and stopped at roadside rest stops for lunch. Fast food was never offered. This same cooler also had the following mornings breakfast sausage, eggs, and bread, which would be prepared on an electric griddle in our room. We only ever had breakfast at the motel restaurant a few times in my life. Dinner, however, could be eaten out. 2) We did not have an air conditioned car until I turned 9. So it was hot. No radio was ever played. It was AM only, anyway. A lot of silence. Playing I Spy, or the license plate game. Maybe a book or magazine you brought along. 3) As mentioned above, it was hot. We always had to wear socks and shoes. No sandals. I didn't have sandals until I bought them myself at 18. No bare feet either. Bare feet were only acceptable if you were in your pajamas and ready for bed in our house. 4) Seldom could you have a drink. 70's cars didn't have cup holders, is this why? Lol. Bottled water wasn't invented yet. So they didn't want glass bottles floating around nor cans in the back seat? 5) Probably related to 4. If you had to go to the bathroom, it had to fall within the travel schedule. This one is not a fond memory. I look back at it as traumatic. All of us under 10, naturally had different control levels. I'm the oldest, my sister is 3 years younger, my brother is 4 years younger, and at the time, my youngest brother hadn't been born yet. Inevitably, my little brother would always have to pee. He would usually sit next to me, and would start bouncing or jiggling. In this situation, you could announce your need, but the answer was always the same. We will be there soon, you can wait. We would wait anxiously to see those blue rest stop signs to plan our relief, because that was our only option. Peeing on the side of the road, or in a container, was out of the question. Hell, we didn't even know that was a thing you could do at this time in our lives. My two younger siblings would beg me to plead their emergency to our parents as our needs increased. I then became responsible for their bladders as well as my own I felt. My sister was usually cool and had good control. My little brother didn't. I was borderline on my control. Both my brother and I were bedwetters. So we were both prone to having an accident if pushed too far. No matter how much I begged, and warned them that he was going to pee his pants, the answer remained the same. This of course exacerbated my need exponentially through the anxiety of having a little brother next to you that is asking you what he should do because he's ready to pee any minute, and bouncing. My brother and I were never allowed to hold ourselves even in times like this, which meant you had to cross legs, bounce or whatever else. If you did pee, a spanking would be in order. I would try to tell him stories, put my arm around him, play an I Spy game, anything to take his mind off of his pain. We were not allowed to cry and carry on either. I figured out that my little brother was capable of making it about 30 minutes usually before he peed. So on those highways when the rest stops were 60 miles apart, he is in trouble. He would stop bouncing and lean in close to me, my arm still around him, when he was getting ready to pee. Tears would be running down his cheeks, and he would look at me so pitifully. I always told him it's OK, I have to go bad too. Heartbreaking. 🥺 There is nothing worse than having a pee emergency and your little brother starts peeing his pants while you are comforting him. It was unbearable for me at times. I would start crying when I saw him cry because I knew what was about to happen. Especially when you haven't seen a blue sign in 20 minutes. And our parents drove 55 all the time, no matter what. Sometimes I would lose control and start peeing too. During all of this, no one ever turned around or acknowledged it.I don't remember being spanked when this happened, but that was the threat. 6) No seat belts. No car seats or boosters. 7) No souvenirs
I did not repeat the bathroom treatment with my kids. We have pulled over, used bottles, whatever. Being comfortable in the car was also extended to our kids. Bare feet, boys with no shirts, jammies and favorite blankets, whatever. My wife had similar trips with her family too. Hers didn't make her wet herself though. They would pull over. My parents are no longer with us. I would like to believe they were doing what they thought was best. That they, like me, did things differently than their parents. Was anyone else's parents like this on trips.

For me the best takes/tracks are 48 and Grendel. Jeremy’s vocal performance on 48 is really special IMO. Most of the other tracks are very strong… but… I was a bit disappointed by In Circles. Nit-picky, I guess, but the vocal enunciation being more “proper” (for lack of a better word) than the original version felt off to me and didn’t land the same way. Also, the drums felt a little haphazard and Dan’s guitar (left side) is too quiet, especially when he’s playing the repeating hook/high riff at the beginning. The only other track that felt (a tiny bit) weak to me- at moments- was Sometimes. Musically, it sounded great, and 95% of the vocals did. I just wish Jeremy would’ve reached back on the high notes and screamed them a bit rather than bailing and doing falsetto. Just not as powerful. And not like he can’t still hit them. Thoughts?

(i’m 16 btw) obviously i know that’s a common symptom of periods because your uterus is shedding a whole lining of blood and contracting. but last year, i got my period at school in 2nd period, and it hurt a little bit, but not too bad. it progressively got worse and worse throughout the day, and i had to skip lunch in the bathroom. in sixth period, i was trying not to cry and finally asked if i could go to the bathroom. i stayed in the bigger bathroom stall for the whole class, while we were taking a test, and cried. my lower abdomen, lower back, legs (not even just thighs, my whole leg), and 🐱 felt like they were being smashed nonstop with a hammer, and like someone was grabbing my organs from inside and twisting and squeezing them. i don’t even know how to explain how bad it felt, but it was the most painful thing i had ever experienced. a million times worse than when i had to get stitches or when i broke my tailbone. that was NOTHING compared to this. i also felt like i was going to throw up, which was terrifying, because i have emetaphopia. a nice girl finally found me in there, gave me tylenol and water (which didn’t help), and said i should go to the office. this was now 7th period, the last class. so i used all of my strength to walk up there and told the woman at the front desk what happened, and she talked to my dad and then he came to pick me up. i had to make myself look like a weirdo by laying on the floor because sitting was too painful. the woman tried to make a bed out of chairs for me, but when i layed down, it was way more uncomfortable, but i didn’t wanna look even weirder by laying down on the floor again. i also almost threw up, but thankfully, i didnt. i had to go get my stuff from my 6th period class, and when i told my teacher what happened, he got mad at me. i slept on the way home, which i never do, and then took like 8 advil pills, got a heated rice pillow, then took a shower when i got home, and felt better a few hours later. it’s not this painful every month, but today was another one of those days. i would not wish it on my worst enemy. it felt like i was giving birth.
is there some kind of syndrome i might have that makes me have extremely unpleasant period cramps and pains??

im sorry in advance for the long post.
okay, uh, introductions. uh, im 16 almost 17, im currently still figuring out where i sit with my gender. i love video games, tv and movies, anime, and art. i have severe social anxiety and im very shy so i will probably be more drawn back at the start until i feel comfortable enough to be myself. im funny, hyper, nerdy, and silly once i am able to be myself around you.
i should be honest… my mental health is extremely bad right now… i don’t have any friends and theres a good chance i might feel like you deserve better than me as a friend and push you away. i don’t really think im worth a lot and i would find accepting your care hard, because i don’t really think i deserve it… im a fucking mess right now, and even if you try to let me vent or talk to me about it i will probably draw back because i don’t want to drive you away. i am currently self harming, and i would do anything to feel less alone but at the same time i feel that loneliness and pain is something i deserve…
i know im asking far too much of you, but if you do decide you want to be my friend, i would need patience and constant reassurance… if you for whatever reason do want to be friends with this messed up shit show of a being… i would need you to stay with me and be my friend when i try to push you away…
i don’t know why you would ever want to be friends with me, even i wouldn’t want to be friends with me… i don’t think i deserve any of you amazing and kind people… but its gotten to the point where i don’t think i can handle this loneliness anymore… so im hoping that someone will be able to put up with me… all i want is a friend who will message me maybe a few times a week…
thank you for taking the time to read my post, even if it was a waste of it…

I got a wanderer who joined my colony, and her "quirk" is that, sometimes, she will just unleash a wave of psychic suffering (she tried to contain it but couldn't).
I've conducted multiple exams on her to understand how to help her, and every time the result is "you feel a slight, but painful psychic presence, but you don't understand what it is".
So yeah, I'm just here, not knowing what to do about her. how can I help her ?

So I’m in a really bad headspace right now and I need help.
My current status:
39 year-old male.
Unemployed since March. Pretty shit employment history, qualifications in Audio Production and Baking but no degree.
Overweight and out of shape. Emotional and stress eater.
Fighting and losing a battle with cannabis addiction. You could probably throw in sugar addiction and screen addiction too.
Need about A$7k worth of dental work.
Have about A$7k cash and a A$200k inheritance coming probably before the end of August.
I come from a broken household and am seeking therapy for childhood abuse and trauma that I haven’t properly addressed. Back in 2014 I went to a residential rehab clinic in South Africa. I was there for just under 6 months. It was super Christian, cost an arm and a leg and I relapsed in 2016 when I moved to Australia. But it did give me the tools I needed to recognise the warning signs etc. I did not smoke all that much between 2016 and 2018 but I have been in active addiction probably since 2022. This period of addiction hasn’t been as bad as my addiction prior to 2014 because up until fairly recently I was having some success in managing my life, but I desperately want to stop using. I can afford it, but it’s not a good use of my money. I use a dry herb vape now to eliminate the combustion element, because I do want to improve my health in general, but the marriage of unemployment and frequent consumption is wreaking havoc with my mental health.
I know I can do it because I’ve managed to quit before. I also managed to quit tobacco/nicotine in 2020 and I have managed to remain quit, not a single puff. I’m desperate to get in shape but can’t seem to lift myself off the bed or the couch. I tend towards comfort and shy away from challenges and discomfort. Change terrifies me. I’ve had my dreams crushed by abusive family members a few times and have a terrible tendency to get excited about something, go out and buy all the gear, then someone will say something negative and I get depressed and all the cool shit I just bought gathers dust and I go back to being miserable. I recently dropped a lot of money on a new home recording studio setup, and I want to give a fair shot to producing again. It’s always been my dream, and I don’t want to screw it up. I’m also starting a Cert IV in IT at the end of July. I’m hoping to continue with a degree and just get any IT job that’ll pay the bills until I can afford to produce full time or get a really interesting job in IT. I’d also love to be a maker fabricator or start a YouTube channel or something creative where I customise peoples gadgets or design new cool stuff.
In general, I carry around a lot of guilt and shame, because I have seen so much suffering in the world and I am a privileged white male trust fund baby. Basically, my grandmother remarried very well and her husband set up a small trust for the grandkids before promptly dying. It isn’t huge, but it’s managed to keep my sister and I in education and has helped with some costly family emergencies, and it paid for my rehab. But it’s not enough to set anyone up for life. It’s going to be liquidated and split between my sister and I soon because my grandmother died in 2021 and my mother will be moving to Australia soon and doesn’t want to have to deal with stuff in England for the rest of her life.
I have been in a relationship since October 2017. We met in Australia and we were long distance Sydney to Manila for a year and half until we moved in together in Sydney in 2019. She is an Angel on earth and I am terrified of losing her. In my guilt and shame I don’t believe I deserve her. She has supported me financially since day one and has shown infinite patience with me and my mental health struggles. She is loving and caring and generous, and is a truly beautiful and wonderful person. I don’t know what I did to deserve her love and her grace. Our expenses are going up, we are renting currently and are desperate to own in Sydney. Combined we could probably drop 250k on a deposit and still have a year’s worth of living expenses stored away. She earns very well, A$133k per year or about A$8k per month. Our expenses are sitting at about A$6k a month and very little is going into savings. Even if I was on an entry level A$60k a year job and we were on A$200k a year combined and with a A$250k deposit I don’t know that we’d be able to afford in Sydney mortgage-wise. Partner is very adamant to stay in Sydney. I would not be averse to going to Brisbane to be near my sister and her kids, and my mum when she comes. Or even Melbourne for the milder weather and slightly better prices.
I have contributed to our finances as well. Some big purchases have been from me, I treat us to good food and take us places and drive everywhere. I have had some odd jobs here and there but haven’t managed to really hold it down for more than a year. I have a problem with my ankles where my tendons get crushed by my ankle bones and it gets inflamed and I can’t walk for up to a week at a time. I have a history in Hospitality. I can’t just take a week off every time my ankle hurts, and up to the beginning of 2024 I was on a temporary visa and did not have medicare or health insurance to cover treatment. I still have not been treated and the pain persists to this day. I feel powerless that this pain has made me sedentary and angry that I could be fit and healthy and not a drug addled parasite on the world.
I do all the cooking and cleaning and laundry folding and all the handiwork and maintenance etc. I’ve had some really bad luck and I’ve also made some bad decisions. Covid also really fucked me hard, and so has my tendency to choose to do the hard thing over the easy thing, even if it means I’ll suffer so someone else can have it easy. I know it’s my fault and I need to be better and try harder. But we are very good to each other and we communicate well, and I like to think that aside from the imbalance, our relationship is pretty solid.
My relationship with my dad has frankly always been shit. He abused us frequently, my mum eventually got sick of it and they divorced almost 15 years ago. We maintained low contact, and then he had a heart attack in 2011 and I tried really hard to forgive him, not just for his sake but mostly for mine. I carry around so much rage and anger that he fucked me up so hard. But I also have to take responsibility for how I deal with things, and my decisions, and my life. He has made some necessary changes to not have another heart attack, and he has improved a bit. After the divorce he got a good chunk of money, then he went back to his home country and pissed it all away within 4 years, then returned to England when the money ran out and has been working and saving for his retirement ever since. He has also done alright, but he wants to pack up and move to Australia as well to be with my sister and her kids. I didn’t talk to him for 2 years after I proposed to my fiancée, he just didn’t seem interested at all.
I reached out to him again because I felt like I would regret it for the rest of my life if we never got to patch things up. But he’s also such a mess. He is so manipulative. He lied to me about having cancer when my mum was divorcing him. He knew I would beg her not to leave him because we need to look after him while he gets his cancer treatment. There was no cancer. I begged her anyway. He used my love for him as a weapon against me. He would argue with her, then disappear for days at a time while we were at home. He would instruct his friends to say he wasn’t there when we would call asking if they knew where he was. He once won 7k pounds at the casino and came home all happy, laid it out on the bed and everything to count it. We went to bed happy, but he couldn’t sleep. So he went back to the casino, lost the 7k he’d won, then came home, stole another 10k out of the safe and lost that too. Can’t believe my mum stayed with him after that but here we are. He threatened to hurt himself so many times, and when I was maybe 7 or 8 I heard him tell my mum he was going to drink a bottle of whiskey and drunk drive 100mph on the highway and crash, me and my sister would try to hide his keys and lay on the ground behind the car so he couldn’t leave.
I don’t want to lose my dad. I feel like I never had him really. He never taught me how to be a man, only ever gave me bad examples, but I guess now I know exactly how to identify bullshit and how not to treat people if I want to still be in their lives. He’s an unhealthy 66 and will probably die soon. All his siblings have been dropping like flies. This life is such fucking bullshit. I don’t want to lose my parents. He hasn’t got enough money saved up to buy a place in Australia. If I know anything about him, he will try to buy a place in QLD, live with me rent free while he collects on his property and he will fuck up the relationship I’ve built with my partner by overstaying his welcome and acting like the victim. He will probably happily destroy my life to fund his and I will have to refuse to help him and possibly end whatever vestige of a relationship we still have.
I really need help to unfuck my life. I need a daily schedule, goals to stick to and to not lose sight. Partner and I are almost 40 still with no kids and we want to have a baby and I don’t know if I’m ready to manage a child when I can barely hold my own life together. Please help me, Reddit. I don’t want to lose everything I’ve built, I don’t want to fritter away my remaining years and my money that, let’s be honest, I haven’t earned, but maybe it’ll help put me on the housing market or start a business or something good for my future.
Sorry for the rant, mods please remove if inappropriate.

So a little bit of background:
I’ve always had a bit of trouble with getting myself to leave the house and do things, particularly if I’m by myself or if things aren’t going the way they need to.
Like, if I was going out with my friends to an event and I couldn’t get my makeup right, I would just cancel and stay at home and be sad. I just couldn’t do it.
2 years ago, I started experiencing severe eczema. Like, so severe it was on every part of my skin from my feet to my scalp. I was in chronic pain and I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t sleep, could barely eat, and my hygiene was terrible because showering caused me terrible pain. I had to quit my job, and it nearly destroyed my relationship. Except on occasion, I stopped leaving my house. I felt like a leper and I couldn’t handle going into public like this, and makeup wasn’t even an option.
It was like this for about 18 months until I started managing it a little bit better. I started going out a little more, and I found a work-from-home job. I was still in a lot of pain, but I started actually living to a degree again.
Now, I’m on a medication that helps manage the eczema and my quality of life has significantly improved. I still struggle with flare ups on occasion, but nothing like what I used to deal with.
That said, the medication gave me a lot of acne, something I’ve never had to deal with before, and my skin is in terrible condition because it’s still recovering from all the damage. Wearing makeup is difficult for me now, which is so sad because I love getting dressed up and doing my makeup, it was one of my favourite things.
Now, my self image issues are ten times worse than they used to be. I can’t remember the last time I felt good about the way I looked. I feel disgusting. I feel like I look diseased, and I can’t make myself go out in public. If my skin can’t handle a full face of full coverage makeup, then I just won’t leave the house that day. My plans have to be cancelled.
I don’t want to be like this. It’s summer, my favourite time of the year! I want to be out in the sun and live my life and feel happy, but I’m so scared.
I’m so fucking tired of being this scared.
I know I should go back to therapy, but I can’t afford it right now. I’m trying to take care of myself and sometimes I can manage to say “fuck it” and just go even if I don’t feel perfect, but damn it’s so hard. today is a perfect summer day, but I’ll probably spend the whole day at home by myself, wishing I was brave enough to go outside.
I don’t really know where to go from here. I miss being the person I used to be, and I don’t know how to get back to that.

I got my wisdom teeth out 8 days ago (5/31) my bottom right tooth was coming in sideways so I think my incision is facing my cheek. I can’t see it when I look back in the mirror. My bottom right is giving me some issues. There’s almost always a dull ache and it gets worse when I talk a lot or eat. Ibuprofen does help take most of the pain away, but Google says I should be free of pain by day 7, and each day should be getting better. Yesterday I talked a ton at work and it was definitely worse than the few days prior. Today it’s still been aching a lot even without talking. Is this normal? To me it doesn’t sound like a dry socket only because I don’t think it hurts “enough” to be one. Should I call the emergency oral surgery number or see how it plays out? I’m worried it’s infected or not healing properly. Is this normal?

My ex-girlfriend broke up with me in summer of 2022, so 2 years ago now. We dated on and off from junior year of high school through sophomore year of college before she broke up with me for good and started dating someone else shortly after. She was my first love and the girl of my dreams, so naturally I was devastated and I still don’t know the right steps to take.
I am still dead set on her as the girl that I want to be with long-term. She is so sweet and funny and also so smart and hard-working. She is both career and family oriented and has values + goals in life that are similar to mine and I know she’s going to be so successful; with me or without me. She is so beautiful to the point where it always felt like such a flex to be seen being with her, I knew she could literally have any guy in the world, so knowing I was the one she chose to love just felt so cool and gave me a boost. Lastly, and most importantly, her presence gave me so much peace. She is so loving and nurturing that being around her made me feel so safe. I deal with a lot of anxiety and sometimes my mind is so loud and chaotic, but she just made everything feel at ease when she loved me.
It’s important to note that I had a lot to do with the breakup, she truly didn’t ask for much and I let her down multiple times. I won’t go to far into detail but I eroded her trust in me overtime because of things such as who I followed on social media, posts I was liking, etc. She had asked me several times to change and expressed how it made her feel and I continued to mess up so I know I have no right to be mad at her for moving on and trying to find someone that will give her the same peace that she gave me.
Even though I wasn’t the best boyfriend at times, I think she still knows that I have a good heart and really care about her and love her. We texted pretty rarely throughout the breakup, maybe once a month on average just to say hi and I saw her a couple times, everything just friendly and nothing more. Of course, knowing she was going home to someone else and that I still had feelings for her that were now completely one-sided was certainly not ideal for my mental health but I refused to block her or cut off contact, I genuinely do care about her on a deeper level than just a relationship and want to always remain in her life even if it’s not on my exact terms.
She recently became single again and we’ve started to talk more frequently and she’s expressed she wants to be in each other’s lives and we have plans to hang out this summer. She’s made it clear though that right now she just needs a real friend and I respect that. I don’t want to be the guy just playing the long game hiding behind a friendship, but it feels like that’s what I’m doing as I’m naturally hoping I can win her back and get another chance with her.
The last week has been pretty hard for me. I was able to see her a couple times throughout the week, and she of course seems to get prettier by the day and seeing her still gives me that rush/butterflies feeling but it makes me feel alive. It is crazy that I can feel so comfortable and so nervous around her at the same time. I had such a good time with her as always. It is when I go home that I can’t control my anxiety and insecurities when it comes to her. constantly checking for a text, while being afraid to text her first because I don’t want to look desperate or overwhelm her or push her away. Or I start creating scenarios in my head about who she is texting instead of me and getting myself upset. Seeing her always feels so great in the moment but then when Im alone it feels like my mental state determines on when I hear from her or see her again, and I know if she knew that it would scare her away which is the last thing I want.
She knows how I feel about her, I’ve poured my heart out to her several times and she knows the ball is in her court and that if she ever wants to open the door for me again I’ll be there when she’s ready, and until then I’m always there for her as a friend. Does this decrease my value since she knows I’ll just wait for her? People close to me tell me I’m throwing away my self respect but personally I’m willing to swallow a bit of pride for the girl I love. I guess I just needed to vent or to see if anyone has ever been through anything similar and could share advice with me?

He was my true love. We came from different countries and waited three years to meet. I felt he was my home; thoughts of him always made me smile. We deeply loved and trusted each other.
When I finally saw him, we lived together for four months (my visa only lasted two months, so I left and returned). It was my first time having sex because I wanted to wait for my true love. However, I felt uncared for as it was quick, and he never asked how I felt. Despite this, I trusted us.
During those four months, he was busy working as he had no money and sometimes played games until late or hung out with friends without me. He forgot our anniversary despite a reminder, while I waited with a cake I eventually threw away. I made excuses for him, thinking he just didn't realize.
A year after marriage, I discovered he was still in contact with his ex, liking her sexual pics to "support" her. Later, I found out he lied about his past sexual encounters. When confronted, he blamed my ego and accused me of finding trouble. This hurt, but I continued.
He later described his past sexual experiences in detail, which didn't match his previous stories, making me doubt everything. When alone, I felt relieved and started to regain myself, but returning home made me feel lost. I acted like I still loved him, but wasn't sure anymore.
Leaving felt painful because I believed he was the one for me. When drunk, I expressed my unhappiness, and he cried hard, saying he wanted to make me happy. He truly loves me, I can feel it. He never made me sad, and was happy with me. He told me to go anywhere I wanted and return anytime.
Now, when with him, my mind drifts away. I think about his past sexual encounters, feeling annoyed and uncertain about my love for him. I feel lost, like I've lost someone who truly believed in and loved me, and lost myself too.
What should I do?

I spent a night at the place, by myself. Ended up needing two guides to tag-along. The energy there is intense and real. Anyone who is a skeptic or atheist like I was. I promise if you go by yourself with an open-mind, still diligent to remain logical. You may experience something deep. I found through my time at the asylum if I expressed love, forgiveness, and gave comfort while offering gifts such as paintings and music. The spirits, no matter at what part of the asylum will mostly react positively. It was so amazing, definitely set the bar for me. The spirits there even sabotage cameras. Drained both of my batteries for one camera and wiped its memory card. After a month of testing that specific camera on stress tests. It completely drains itself within 1 hour on two batteries. Very interesting stuff! Coupled with the fact a spirit played ‘Hound Dog’ by Elvis Presley on a motion activated record player at the end of the hallway when I was complaining about my camera becoming useless within one hour at the asylum. What a wholesome, funny, loving, and amazing experience.