Something funny to say on facebook

I'm not sure if this is something that has been considered before... but I was watching someone go through that particular part of all of this on youtube and it dawned on me....
what would make someone make up as bad a response as "I fed him that information" knowing they had no means of proving they fed it.........
Well.... if it would be way worse for the public to find out about this child than it is to attempt to lie.... what could he possibly say if an 11 year old daughter came out of the woodwork with a 27 year old mother?? I just can't help but wonder....

So there’s this girl I added on Snapchat and we instantly clicked and we’ve been talking for about 2 and a half months. She says things like “I think you cool kind smart funny person and anyone who doesn’t see that is stupid” keep in mind we’ve never met in real life so she’ll say “I hope we can meet one day” things along those lines or she’ll send these emojis “❤️🫶🏼😍” I don’t know what to think she is constantly sending mixed signals and she mentioned another guy but she says they’ve never even spoken. I need help please, do your thing Reddit!

I started messaging this girl on instagram about two weeks ago. Everything is great and we’ve been sending each other messages about 1-2 times a day.
On Saturday, I finally decided to ask for her number and I also asked her if she wanted to get drinks on Instagram. I thought two weeks is plenty of time to try and “escalate” the conversation by starting to text.
She hasn’t responded in over a day and she hasn’t “read” or “seen” my message but I’m pretty sure she saw the notifications.
I feel like this is a situation where I haven’t built up enough rapport with her. Should I wait about 3 days and say something like “did you get abducted by aliens? 👽🛸” I’ve used it before in the past and it almost always works.
What do you guys think?

Hey everyone! Just thought I'd share some updates and my take on the GO Global's latest news. As someone who's been using their platform without a hitch, I've got to say, they continue to impress with their offerings and commitment to quality education.
Let's dive into the question: how does GO Global work? For those of you curious it will be great to learn the answer. It's pretty straightforward – sign up, pick your courses, and start learning at your own pace. What's made me stick around isn't just the ease of use but the incredible range of courses available. Whether it's digital marketing, leadership skills, or even AI, they've got it all. And with new courses launching regularly, there's always something new to dive into.
Now, for a quick GO Global review from yours truly. I've been through a few online learning platforms, and GO Global stands out for its quality and support. The courses are packed with practical knowledge that I've applied in my job, seeing real results. Plus, the community aspect is fantastic – learning alongside people from around the world, sharing insights, and networking. It feels like you're part of a global classroom.
The latest news from GO Global has me excited for the future. They're launching two new courses that are super relevant: Social Media Marketing and Artificial Intelligence for Business. As someone looking to upskill in these areas, I couldn't be more thrilled. It's like they know exactly what we need to stay ahead in today's fast-paced world.
To wrap up, my confidence in GO Global's services only grows with each new update and course completion. It's not just about the courses but the impact they've had on my professional life. If you're on the lookout for a legit online learning platform, GO Global is worth checking out. Here's to lifelong learning and staying curious!

Hey! I'm Nush! I'm looking for someone to have really long, meaningful conversations with and do fun stuff together!
I feel like I'm emotionally in a place where I can work towards building better friendships which hopefully last forever, and I'm really excited to meet new people and share experiences with!
I understand the importance of persistent effort in maintaining a friendship and I'm more than willing to go beyond whatever is expected for people I love! I'm just trying to be the friend I needed when I was in a deep, dark place. Here's a lil information about me, if I seem interesting to you, I'd love to talk to you and know you better. :D
A lil info about me!
📏- (Make a mental avatar of me) I'm 6 feet, Indian. I have dark brown eyes, short wavy black hair with brown streaks, I'm pretty athletic in my build, broad shoulders, long legs. My aesthetic constantly oscillates between nerd and stripper.
🖋 I'm an author and a poet. I like keeping things, ideas and people immortal in my work. I'd like to think of myself as a hope collector, who likes to collect abandoned hope, repurpose it, and make it into something you would want to have in your life.
🤯 The only high class meme enthusiast. This is a consequence of being on the internet for far too long. From tacky Facebook memes to Gen Z humor, you can bet I will be gasping for air.
👟 I'm really passionate about the environment, and I'm very eco-friendly. I love guerilla gardening and being a rebel against the capitalist system. I'm always open to having a healthy discussion/debate even on things I don't agree upon.
🍮 I love cooking! I'm always looking forward to learning new cuisines! I also like to grow most of my ingredients. I'd say food is one of my love languages!
⭐ I really like anime, I've had this weird generational habit of collecting different rocks (Rockhounding), I hit the gym everyday, I try to be spiritual, and read. One of my recent obsessions has been chess! I'm also fascinated by history and art.
🏳️‍🌈 I'm bisexual and an LGBT ally! I've been in the worst depression and I've made it out. Here to give away all my love. ❤️
ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

Ok, this happened to me in 2015 and I’ve always wondered if I had a case…
In 2015 I was a recovering heroin addict on suboxone. I got pregnant and let my doctor know what was going on so I could be put on a very low dose. The pregnancy was tough, with a lot of Braxton-Hicks contractions. I often would have to lay upside down on my couch (to take the pressure off my cervix) listening to soothing music and drinking tea.
Despite that, My son was born at around 32 weeks and he was 4lbs even. Very small and born breach, and when he came out he was not breathing. They had to suction his airways and someone had to give him his first breath with a ventilator. He was immediately sent to the NICU to be put inside one of those horrible incubator boxes, where you can only touch them through a rubber arm and glove.
Needless to say we were distraught. But after he was sent to the NICU I was visited by a woman from the DCYF (they investigate every child born on suboxone as a rule). I’ll call her Kim. When I met with this woman I got the worst feeling whenever I’d answer her questions or say something. Her overall disdain for me was palpable. In my mind I’m thinking to myself “this woman hates me!”. But I still tried to be cordial and cooperative.
Anyway, the day after she met with me, she met with my son’s father and his mother, and she told them that our son was withdrawing from drugs! My son’s father and his mother were horrified to say the least. Kim then asked his mother and he if they would be able to care for my baby because she did not anticipate that I’d be allowed to have my child. Of course they said yes. When the distressing meeting was over my boyfriend first called the hospital to check on his son, and he was then going to call me.
When he called the hospital he asked what was going on with his son. The nurse on the phone actually laughed! She said “we only give him caffeine in the mornings, he’s not withdrawing from anything as far as we know… I’ll check his chart but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
My son’s father then called me and told me what had happened. I knew they would be drug testing me, the baby and my placenta, but I had only taken my prescription medications and a very low dose at that.
That’s when I realized she was so sure that I was going to fail for drugs that she was just telling everyone the results were back! I knew it couldn’t be possible, but as an ex-drug addict I was also doubting myself. Could I be wrong? Was I crazy? Could this really be happening?
After this I got a call from my ex, the father of my oldest son. He told me Kim had told him the same thing as she wanted to take my oldest son (who had never lived with anyone else) and move him in with his father. I knew that had to be a violation of my rights, because my ex had no right to know anything about the condition of my child who was not related to him, but again, I was unsure. And I was scared of this woman. Did she really have this kind of power? Had my drug test come back positive?
This was all happening on a Friday. I spent the weekend waiting anxiously to call the DCYF office and speak to Kim and hopefully someone in charge of her. Monday finally came and I got my mail early in the morning. Inside was a copy of my drug test. My CLEAN drug test…
I was elated! I immediately called Kim’s line, and suddenly it led me to another woman’s desk. A supervisor who greeted me kindly and asked me to identify myself. I was all too happy to tell her who I was and ask her how to speak to my case worker, Kim, whose card I was holding in my hand.
She replied that she was now handling my case. I hesitated and asked why? She said again that she would be the one handling my case from now on. I then asked her why Kim had told my bf and his mother that my son had been in withdrawal from drugs. Again, she avoided my question and told me they’d be closing my case. I just needed to sign some papers.
I was confused. But I could tell this woman was not going to discuss Kim, for whatever reason. I was happy to hear the case would be closed so I agreed to come in with my bf and his mother that day.
When we came in they had only a few papers. But the last one I started to read and it said something along the lines of “I (my name) agreed with Kim that I may have had drugs in my system resulting in my son experiencing opioid withdrawal” and so on…
I also noted how it was backdated to Friday. It was Monday. I refused to sign, as did my bf and his mom. When we refused I was told I needed to sign or they would “consider permanent placement” of my newborn. In a panic, we signed…
I later found out Kim was fired Monday morning. Because of my case? I don’t know.
The case was closed, I have my children, but was this legal? What happened? Does anyone have any idea as to why the DCYF worker was able to do this or if it happens often? I’m hoping to hear from people who have worked in the DCYF or family court. Thank you!!

There’s a guy that I’ve been talking to for like a little over a year if not like 2 years. We both see each other as friends and call me crazy or delulu but I would say he’s special to me. He’s the only guy I’ve met online that actually shows interest in me, he’s the first guy I’ve ever met irl off of the internet, he likes how I look and doesn’t mind that I’m not skinny, he’s patient and cares about my comfort, I’ve had my first kiss with him, he’s the first/only guy I’ve ever given a bj, and I plan on losing my virginity to him. Idk how he feels about me but I hope he feels the same way. I just hate that I feel shy and nervous around him but he’s the first guy I’ve ever interacted with in the way we do so it’s something very new for me and it’s something that’s gonna take time for me to get used to but he makes me happy and I can’t stop thinking about him. Basically my whole life I was convinced I was never gonna find a guy interested in me and that I would never lose my virginity or even have my first kiss and I’ve already done one of those things so I’m hopeful.

Hey! I'm Nush! I'm looking for someone to have really long, meaningful conversations with and do fun stuff together!
I feel like I'm emotionally in a place where I can work towards building better friendships which hopefully last forever, and I'm really excited to meet new people and share experiences with!
I understand the importance of persistent effort in maintaining a friendship and I'm more than willing to go beyond whatever is expected for people I love! I'm just trying to be the friend I needed when I was in a deep, dark place. Here's a lil information about me, if I seem interesting to you, I'd love to talk to you and know you better. :D
A lil info about me!
📏- (Make a mental avatar of me) I'm 6 feet, Indian. I have dark brown eyes, short wavy black hair with brown streaks, I'm pretty athletic in my build, broad shoulders, long legs. My aesthetic constantly oscillates between nerd and stripper.
🖋 I'm an author and a poet. I like keeping things, ideas and people immortal in my work. I'd like to think of myself as a hope collector, who likes to collect abandoned hope, repurpose it, and make it into something you would want to have in your life.
🤯 The only high class meme enthusiast. This is a consequence of being on the internet for far too long. From tacky Facebook memes to Gen Z humor, you can bet I will be gasping for air.
👟 I'm really passionate about the environment, and I'm very eco-friendly. I love guerilla gardening and being a rebel against the capitalist system. I'm always open to having a healthy discussion/debate even on things I don't agree upon.
🍮 I love cooking! I'm always looking forward to learning new cuisines! I also like to grow most of my ingredients. I'd say food is one of my love languages!
⭐ I really like anime, I've had this weird generational habit of collecting different rocks (Rockhounding), I hit the gym everyday, I try to be spiritual, and read. One of my recent obsessions has been chess! I'm also fascinated by history and art.
🏳️‍🌈 I'm bisexual and an LGBT ally! I've been in the worst depression and I've made it out. Here to give away all my love. ❤️
ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

So let's rewind, when I was younger I was diagnosed with achilles tendonitis and admittedly didn't take care of it, now I am A LOT older and only recently I've had this pain but it's BAD, if I squat down or bend at the waist and my tendon flexes I get this hair splinter feeling immediately where the X (its a little farther back towards the heel) is and it radiates down into my heel pad but also upwards (where the pink line is). It could be my achilles tendonitis acting up again or it could be something else. Over the last let's say 2 weeks I've had a pulling in the tendon across the bottom of my foot (other foot)and now this, it also hurts SO badly to step down on the hard wood floor (both feet) when I wake up in the morning so I need to step on the soft dog bed I have to subside the pain because they hurt so bad.
I've narrowed it down to achilles tendonitis, Tarsal Tunnel Syndrome or Plantar Fasciitis or a mixture of the things listed. What do you think?

In Dungeons and Dragons there is a joke that ADHD came to fruition when a fey asked man "Can I have your attention?" And man said "Yes"
The user of this hatsu has ADHD and uses soliciting manipulation to control, shift and hold the attention of other people and himself.
Hatsu: Focus Lens
Manipulation 100%
Focus lens worked through three main abilities:
Made you look
The user can make the thoughts and/or eyes of the target focus on a specific target. For this the target has to react to a verbal cue by the user either by thinking about something (e.g. Cue: "Don't think about a purple elephant"), or looking at a prompt (e.g. Cue: "Now focus closely on this card"). If the target
Don't mind me/this
The user makes a target avert their attention from a thing/person by saying "don't mind __" the more the target tries to focus on said thing, the more nen is used to avert their attention.
Focus shift
The user switches the visual focus of a target to something else crossing their eyesight. Made you look has to be in effect for this to work. (e.g. forcing attention from one card to another on top of it)
The user can also activate the first two abilities by touching someone and conjuring a nicotine patch on them.
Additionally while holding the focus of a person the user can increase or decrease their attitude towards the focus (releasing either dopamine or serotonin).
Example uses:
Making the enemy focus on one hand and punching with the other. Forcing the own focus on a task that needs to be done. Smuggling things or people into places. Magick tricks. Decreasing addiction. Implementing new hobbies and behaviour.
This hatsu is meant to be subtle in everyday use and forceful in combat.
Tell me your thoughts! Critique and late replies are welcome!

Hey y'all. I am a soon-to-be sailor and very soon I will choose my rate in the navy but I am stuck between CTN and CTR. I am inclined to go CTR mostly because they deploy and I'd be able to travel more often whereas CTN is exclusive to shore-duty if my research is right.
What is really concerning for me about CTR is that it appears that accepting the rate automatically means you are volunteering for subs, and subs is something that I am not ashamed to say I'm afraid of, msotly because of being so deep underwater
So i guess my question is, are subs really mandatory as a CTR and if so, what are the rough odds that I'd be assigned on a sub if I choose the rate,
Thanks a ton!!

A little summary: I am 20 (F) and my sister is 26(F). When we were little, we would constantly argue and she would always be the more stubborn one and I would always apologize first. (She has never apologized to me ever.) the only times she apologizes is to blame me for her actions in the first place. For example: “I wouldn’t have gotten so heated if you didn’t do __” or “I wouldn’t have called you a bitch if you didn’t do ___” I have excused that behavior until now because I thought that was just children things. Now that we are adults though…
I’d like to think I am very patient and anytime she calls me out on my behavior I would apologize wholeheartedly. I would also try to deescalate the situation if I see our conversations getting heated. It is impossible to get through to her. She knows that she’s stubborn and will quote “prove she’s right about something no matter what”
I also try to give her some advice, instead of getting into arguments with FAMILY especially, if you don’t like someone’s tone, you could say something like “I’m not comfortable with your tone or the way you’re speaking right now”
She proceeds to say “why should I have to do that for you?” I would think that she would be more empathetic towards family (her and my dad argue easily). However she does not care about the other persons feelings after. She says “that’s a feeling I’ll worry about later. I’ll make it up later”
I also try to tell her not to start fights and she says “i don’t start fights, I finish them…”
It just really seems like she does not care who she hurts along the way of arguments. Also slightly more context, when we argue I don’t like to use curse words or name calling. She however throws them around like it’s nothing and it hurts me. I’ve tried talking to her for YEARS about this and it does not seem like she’s gonna change.
She also talks bad about others people around her a lot. Especially towards other family members who act JUST LIKE HER. And claim she does not get along with them.
I love her because she is my sister but she also makes me feel terrible after and made my childhood terrible. I am honestly so exhausted and walk on eggshells around her. Any advice on what to do?

Past year I've lost two very close family members, one of them being my parent. The second death occurred in summer and when I reflect I see that my behaviour afterwards was very strange and prevented me from day to day life.
At some point I started overfocusing on my voice. I started recording conversations with other people cause I thought there was something wrong with my voice and I tried fixing it accordingly by speaking unnaturally quiet and deep. I still hated my voice even after that, so I refocused on something else.
I started filtering what I was saying, decided I would never say anything filler-like which resulted in my behaviour once again being unnatural. I don't speak a lot, people tell me to talk more, so now I spoke even less, I am also not very expressive, so this made me sound like a robot.
I woke up from these behavioural patterns after the summer holidays ended and I had to return to normal task-filled life, I messed this up by neglecting my sleep and drinking higher doses of caffeine which resulted in my anxiety going over the roof to the point where I could barely function. I cut caffeine and started sleeping better after months, so I did fix that and now I am alright, my discomfort was caused by these two factors which I understand, but I don't get why I behaved the way I did during summer.
Apart from that I had some strange ideas/thought patterns even pre summer, after the first death happened. Is this common? What exactly was happening with me? Did these things happen because of trauma or I am just weird. Please, I need some kind of conclusion cause thinking about this makes me miserable.

I'm asking because we'll...I've had unpleasant experiences working. Basically I did retail and every time it ended bad. Meaning I had a diffcult time problem solving with very angry customers and I always had to go to the manager or another staff member to problem solve it. I notice myself would get highly anxious when a customer would get furious. I also had diffculttly handing out money and made a few mistakes at the beginning but then eventually got the hang of it and was okay. However the managers would get frustrated at me unable to learn quickly enough and would threat at me I will lose my job, which would end in tears.
I did try to do 2D animation a course I did. However I always got confused with the number system and always asked friends to help me but they ended up got frustrated at me. Also hearing the sounds of flipping pages when people were animating annoyed the crap out of me.
I did try to do acting! I ended up sadly with a abusive toxic drama teacher, confirm by my therapist that told me they were abusive. Pretty much the drama teacher told me I was "low middle class" the way I spoke. Also told me when I did a short film with the teacher that I was responsible setting tone on set and it was my fault why the crew were distracted. He also question my religious beliefs which was werid because we were suppose to talk about drama. At the end I stopped going, I would end up leaving class in tears.
I thought to work at a libraby because my mum worked there and I thought "yeah I be safe, I won't lose my job here". I did shelving first and then I got involved helping out with kids events say Chinese New Year and made over 60 masks of the year of the Sheep one year. I also go involed with Halloween event and design the games and make the decorations etc. However!!! yet again it went down hill. I was working to becoming a Libraian assistant, at the time their was this manager we will name them Annie and she understood about my learning diffculties and that it would take me time to learn but I would eventually get it. Though when she retired it all went to hell! new manager was unaware about my learning diffculties. I was accused by staff putting books away wrongly. Also when I hand out change to the customers I was just dollar short, and the whole staff freak out like I had covid. And it eventually ended up some gossip session and went to team leader. I ended up doing compute program we all had to do for the libraby and I failed at that. The teacher told the manager I was incapable and my mother wasn't in the know until a friend at work told her. I wasn't told this and found out through my mum. My mum told me how the new manager told my mum I should work at some clothes shop. Which hurt hearing this I was then gonna be "WATCH" by the new manager behind the desk serving customers, I was so afarid and scared I will fail. I went to my mum in her office crying and she just went up to me and told me angrily "your not to suppose to cry here. I fear you to go to the manager and resigned from your position and say don't ask questions". I did that what my mum told me to do. After that I couldn't go to the libraby and shelve I felt so hurt and felt people were watching me. I ended up just not working anymore.
I did try to do art class online through a friend and we'll sadly I ended up doing everything. And my friend didn't do anything and I had to pull out and I wasn't being paid for it, since my friend at the time seem obsessed with doing it for free.
I'm now lost and depressed not sure what to do for my career. I haven't worked for 8 years due to my mental health and having therapy. Now I feel aimless and not sure what is point in life when you don't have direction.
My skills pretty much is Art. I do portraits. Pencil and traditional oil. I like to do illustrations and cartoons and I do that digitally. More than one therapist told me I'm empathic so I guess that is a skill. Usually I get people tell me their problems just randomly, and people who worked for years didn't have a clue what was going on for that person. and I like to make stories. I have a strong visual memory and imagation as well.
So I'm not sure what to do. I'm just so afarid if I do something again that I will fail. It almost feels like some werid curse. Any ideas?.

I'm asking because we'll...I've had unpleasant experiences working. Basically I did retail and every time it ended bad. Meaning I had a diffcult time problem solving with very angry customers and I always had to go to the manager or another staff member to problem solve it. I notice myself would get highly anxious when a customer would get furious. I also had diffculttly handing out money and made a few mistakes at the beginning but then eventually got the hang of it and was okay. However the managers would get frustrated at me unable to learn quickly enough and would threat at me I will lose my job, which would end in tears.
I did try to do 2D animation a course I did. However I always got confused with the number system and always asked friends to help me but they ended up got frustrated at me. Also hearing the sounds of flipping pages when people were animating annoyed the crap out of me.
I did try to do acting! I ended up sadly with a abusive toxic drama teacher, confirm by my therapist that told me they were abusive. Pretty much the drama teacher told me I was "low middle class" the way I spoke. Also told me when I did a short film with the teacher that I was responsible setting tone on set and it was my fault why the crew were distracted. He also question my religious beliefs which was werid because we were suppose to talk about drama. At the end I stopped going, I would end up leaving class in tears.
I thought to work at a libraby because my mum worked there and I thought "yeah I be safe, I won't lose my job here". I did shelving first and then I got involved helping out with kids events say Chinese New Year and made over 60 masks of the year of the Sheep one year. I also go involed with Halloween event and design the games and make the decorations etc. However!!! yet again it went down hill. I was working to becoming a Libraian assistant, at the time their was this manager we will name them Annie and she understood about my learning diffculties and that it would take me time to learn but I would eventually get it. Though when she retired it all went to hell! new manager was unaware about my learning diffculties. I was accused by staff putting books away wrongly. Also when I hand out change to the customers I was just dollar short, and the whole staff freak out like I had covid. And it eventually ended up some gossip session and went to team leader. I ended up doing compute program we all had to do for the libraby and I failed at that. The teacher told the manager I was incapable and my mother wasn't in the know until a friend at work told her. I wasn't told this and found out through my mum. My mum told me how the new manager told my mum I should work at some clothes shop. Which hurt hearing this I was then gonna be "WATCH" by the new manager behind the desk serving customers, I was so afarid and scared I will fail. I went to my mum in her office crying and she just went up to me and told me angrily "your not to suppose to cry here. I fear you to go to the manager and resigned from your position and say don't ask questions". I did that what my mum told me to do. After that I couldn't go to the libraby and shelve I felt so hurt and felt people were watching me. I ended up just not working anymore.
I did try to do art class online through a friend and we'll sadly I ended up doing everything. And my friend didn't do anything and I had to pull out and I wasn't being paid for it, since my friend at the time seem obsessed with doing it for free.
I'm now lost and depressed not sure what to do for my career. I haven't worked for 8 years due to my mental health and having therapy. Now I feel aimless and not sure what is point in life when you don't have direction.
My skills pretty much is Art. I do portraits. Pencil and traditional oil. I like to do illustrations and cartoons and I do that digitally. More than one therapist told me I'm empathic so I guess that is a skill. Usually I get people tell me their problems just randomly, and people who worked for years didn't have a clue what was going on for that person. and I like to make stories. I have a strong visual memory and imagation as well.
So I'm not sure what to do. I'm just so afarid if I do something again that I will fail. It almost feels like some werid curse. Any ideas?.

I recently got all caught up on my all time favorite webcomic, Castle Swimmer. It could just be me reaching because I fucking ADORE scifi and personally couldn't write a fantasy story without scifi elements to save my life but it got me thinking.
Do you think there could be an advanced civilization of humans living on The Surface? The existence of humans has pretty much been confirmed by Herm.
What if Kappa is secretly some sort of human construct or bioengineered creature sent down by the humans? What if, when he heard the voice of The Surface God, it was actually a brain implant or something relaying messages?
Also the fact that the Whales are in a permanent state of slumber unless they are given direct orders from "The Surface God" almost makes me think of robots that were designed with purpose rather than organic creatures, similar to Kappa.
The "fossils" (possibly nanobot tech or something idk) that overtake the bodies of creatures and turn them into cyborg minigods pretty much confirms the existence of advanced technology. Maybe Labbu is a rogue AI entirely comprised of the same material as the fossils that "infects" organic creatures to make more of itself.
I'm not saying that the magic in CS is SeCreTLy TeCHnOlOgY or anything like that, just that magic aids and augments technology kind of like electricity, making CS a blend of both scifi and fantasy. (Kind of like The Legend of Zelda BOTW/TOTK or Arcane)
Anyway, I'm absolutely frothing at the mouth with excitement that the story is gearing up to explore the secrets surrounding The Surface.

I'm asking because we'll...I've had unpleasant experiences working. I experience audio processing disorder and dsylexia. As well OCD and emotional dsyregulation (BPD) Also social anxiety.
Basically I did retail and every time it ended bad. Meaning I had a diffcult time problem solving with very angry customers and I always had to go to the manager or another staff member to problem solve it. I notice myself would get highly anxious when a customer would get furious. I also had diffculttly handing out money and made a few mistakes at the beginning but then eventually got the hang of it and was okay. However the managers would get frustrated at me unable to learn quickly enough and would threat at me I will lose my job, which would end in tears.
I did try to do 2D animation a course I did. However I always got confused with the number system and always asked friends to help me but they ended up got frustrated at me. Also hearing the sounds of flipping pages when people were animating annoyed the crap out of me.
I did try to do acting! I ended up sadly with a abusive toxic drama teacher, confirm by my therapist that told me they were abusive. Pretty much the drama teacher told me I was "low middle class" the way I spoke. Also told me when I did a short film with the teacher that I was responsible setting tone on set and it was my fault why the crew were distracted. He also question my religious beliefs which was werid because we were suppose to talk about drama. At the end I stopped going, I would end up leaving class in tears.
I thought to work at a libraby because my mum worked there and I thought "yeah I be safe, I won't lose my job here". I did shelving first and then I got involved helping out with kids events say Chinese New Year and made over 60 masks of the year of the Sheep one year. I also go involed with Halloween event and design the games and make the decorations etc. However!!! yet again it went down hill. I was working to becoming a Libraian assistant, at the time their was this manager we will name them Annie and she understood about my learning diffculties and that it would take me time to learn but I would eventually get it. Though when she retired it all went to hell! new manager was unaware about my learning diffculties. I was accused by staff putting books away wrongly. Also when I hand out change to the customers I was just dollar short, and the whole staff freak out like I had covid. And it eventually ended up some gossip session and went to team leader. I ended up doing compute program we all had to do for the libraby and I failed at that. The teacher told the manager I was incapable and my mother wasn't in the know until a friend at work told her. I wasn't told this and found out through my mum. My mum told me how the new manager told my mum I should work at some clothes shop. Which hurt hearing this I was then gonna be "WATCH" by the new manager behind the desk serving customers, I was so afarid and scared I will fail. I went to my mum in her office crying and she just went up to me and told me angrily "your not to suppose to cry here. I fear you to go to the manager and resigned from your position and say don't ask questions". I did that what my mum told me to do. After that I couldn't go to the libraby and shelve I felt so hurt and felt people were watching me. I ended up just not working anymore.
I did try to do art class online through a friend and we'll sadly I ended up doing everything. And my friend didn't do anything and I had to pull out and I wasn't being paid for it, since my friend at the time seem obsessed with doing it for free.
I'm now lost and depressed not sure what to do for my career. I haven't worked for 8 years due to my mental health and having therapy. Now I feel aimless and not sure what is point in life when you don't have direction.
My skills pretty much is Art. I do portraits. Pencil and traditional oil. I like to do illustrations and cartoons and I do that digitally. More than one therapist told me I'm empathic so I guess that is a skill. Usually I get people tell me their problems just randomly, and people who worked for years didn't have a clue what was going on for that person. and I like to make stories. I have a strong visual memory and imagation as well.
So I'm not sure what to do. I'm just so afarid if I do something again that I will fail. It almost feels like some werid curse. Any ideas?.

It was me 4 years ago searching on Reddit and every corner of the internet how to stop the heartache, how to stop my heart feeling like it was bleeding in my chest through tears in my eyes. I did everything I could. I pretended like I was very happy, I lived a lie when others asked how I was doing, I tried to gaslight myself into thinking it was for the best and nothing worked. I was in agonizing pain. Does this sound like you? Are you trying to cope through the excruciating pain and emotional turmoil you're going through right now like I did?
My breakup happened just a week before the COVID lockdowns. I couldn't access therapy when I needed it most no matter how hard I tried. This was also a point in my life where I didn't have many close connections or friends; I had nobody to vent to or talk to, and when I tried with one friend, they ghosted me because of it.
I had also just moved in with my partner and we were engaged. I thought the world of him and I believed he was my future and who I would have children with. I centered so much of my love, time and attention our relationship no matter what. We were together for just over a year when it all came crashing down.
It doesn't really matter how the breakup happened in any case with anyone; it happened and it hurt, period. That's where I feel your pain. I've been through what you're going through and it lasted me 1 year and 3 months. Every. Single. Day. Yes, there was better days but they were never enough and never consistent. It was a constant battle to distract and cope, and it rarely worked.

• The constant overthinking.

My ex was on my mind 24/7. Everything reminded me of him and for bizarre reasons I couldn't explain. When I thought about my future, again I found myself thinking about him. Buying a home in the future? "We could have bought a home together". There was no "we" anymore but my brain was obsessed with those hypothetical scenarios. He lived in my mind rent free and I obsessively wondered if he thought about me like that too. Was he hurting like I did? How was he managing it? What if I did this differently? What if I did that? Was it all my fault? What if I reacted differently during this one conversation--could it have saved us? I replayed it all in my head again and again.

• Dreaming of them.

Night after night, all I dreamt about was my ex. It was him and me, it was about our relationship. Half of the time it was about the best, sweet and loving parts of our relationship. It made me yearn and broke my heart. The other half was alternative scenarios still resulting in a breakup. Replaying the breakup. Sometimes I dreamt I'd approach him and cry; we'd get back together or we would fight. I would yell at him, blame him and be angry--other times I would collapse and cry with him. I was always restless and never got enough sleep because I was constantly having nightmares of him like this.

• Desperately trying to cope and distract myself.

I tried to pick up new hobbies. I went outside more often. I reached out to old friends to rekindle. I tried to make online friends who had the same interests as me. I tried talking to more classmates and coworkers. I used social media to distract myself. I watched movies and TV shows at the same time with a video game on and music. ANYTHING to prevent a single thought from occurring and I couldn't stop. I took edibles (weed is legal here in Canada) to calm my mind and get all mushy, but hated the fact I needed to rely on weed to not be able to think straight and not about him or our relationship. I could not be doing nothing, I always HAD to be doing something and preferably more than one thing at a time because God forbid my mind would go back to the endless racing scenarios and thoughts of him.

• Couldn't stop talking about him or our relationship.

When I had the chance to socialize with a friend or family member, I couldn't stop myself from talking about my ex or my relationship. Anything I said somehow related back to it or our relationship. I couldn't use any other examples and I felt the need to just talk and talk about him. It was humiliating when people pointed it out and even laughed about it. It was like I was verbally spilling all the thoughts in my mind. Sometimes the things I said about him were from a place of melancholy--things I missed--and others it was of disgust or angry comments towards him and what he did to me.

• Crying uncontrollably.

This relationship broke me and changed the trajectory of my life. It was that serious to me and it shook me to my core. I cried so much. I cried at least once a day and I cried myself to bed more times than I can count. I cried at work, during my shift and even when talking to customers. I lost control; I couldn't physically stop myself. My mind was numb and my body was depressed, and so I cried. I always had tears streaming down my cheeks. The sadness was unending and limitless. This horrified me the most, especially because I had to interact with other people and still go about my day. How could I explain to them what was happening to me? I wanted to hide away and not have people ever see me like this, but I physically could not stop. That's how broken I was.

• Pretending like I was happy/someone else.

I put a front on like I was over the breakup before it even happened. I pretended to be ultra cheerful and happy. I not only didn't want others to worry about me, but I thought if I lied and gaslighted myself enough that I was going to eventually actually start to feel that way and gradually ease into it. I took smiling selfies for social media, posted positive content, never let anyone know for a moment I was actually broken, miserable and spiraling into a deep depression. I played the part so well I had people comment on how they loved I was so happy, but I never was. It never worked, but it was a good show to others. In the end, it made me feel more miserable. I was asking myself, "why can't I actually be happy like this? Why can I only pretend?"

• How I got over it at last.

After 1 year and 3 months of this agonizing ordeal taking over my life, I healed. One night, I went to sleep and I didn't dream of him. Yes, I had thought of him and our relationship semi-obsessively in the day time, but I didn't dream of him. I slept and rested so well for the first time in what felt like forever. The next day, I didn't have too much to do but I didn't need distractions. I didn't cry. I didn't feel anxious and the feeling of heartache was gone. I didn't even think about him or our relationship once that day.
With this newfound freedom from my thoughts, I began to fall in love with the little things. I went on more walks, I hung out with the ducks and geese around me. I loved the way the sun felt on my skin. I began experimenting with my fashion choices. I was able to pick up a new hobby and get deep into it. I went on a vacation, I reconnected with my old friends. Life had meaning again and I could breathe.
As a result however, I fell in love with my own solitude. I made myself happy and I was picking up the pieces and improving my life for myself. My future included me, myself, and I, and I was not interested in dating. Seeing couples and weddings didn't phase me. I was happy for others, but I wasn't thinking the same thing for myself. I was focused on being happy, enjoying life and improving myself as a person. I didn't want to date anymore or put myself out there. I didn't wanna think about men at all, it left a bad taste in my mouth. Obviously I knew I wouldn't feel this negatively about dating forever, but I let myself feel it for as long as my heart did. I was done lying to myself.
Four years have passed now since the breakup. I'm in a committed, long term relationship with another, brilliant, funny and romantic man. I've never felt so loved before. I put myself out there again and succeeded. Life is so different. It's beautiful, it's unique, it's fun and it comes with a lot of lessons. I never think about my ex unless something extremely specific to him or my relationship is brought up or asked about. I feel so detached from it that it's like I'm talking about someone else's relationship. I feel nothing, absolutely nothing. It's liberating. I cried, begged and prayed for days like this and I'm living them now.
I promise you that there is light at the end of the tunnel no matter how bad it hurts. I've been there, believe me. I thought the world was coming to an end. I made little to no progress until 1 year and 3 months later. It's not a race. Give yourself and your heart time. Grieve, cry, heal, feel hurt. Don't pretend. It will get better, I promise. 💖

Currently he is 37years old & I 32 years old.dorry in advanced it's a long story ,but I think its important to know the past history for the best advice..
We met in 2012 dated 4 years,I broke up with him cause I felt a lack of affection after years together & maybe there was someone else,he promised there was nobody else but,after time my insecurities & instincts said different.as a women we see the signs,there was inconsistencies so I called it...& 2weeks later he texted me asking if I was going to ever tell him about my pregnancy if he didn't ask..👀👀👀Iwas stunned, immediately shot up & I went to the Drs & found out I was 16weeks pregnant with our son.i had irregular periods so a missed period wasn't alarming & I was on birth control.he met me up at the Drs ,we talked it out,we got back together & broke up agin just before Our son being born, he found out he had gotten another woman pregnant during our split & the woman was keeping the child,he wasn't there for our son's birth nor to sign the certificate (his choice)..I got a lawyer & we had all forms ready we just needed him to sign off his rights.he got a lawyer & refused to sign.before court we decided to handle this no lawyers just us raising our son as best as we both could without involvement of the state.
Never the less hes a loving father to our son,not the most active father since he moved 8 hrs away due to work but,he makes it work by having daily communication with our son & financially helping me monthly for my son's expenses we have a shared bank account he adds funds to monthly & anything our son wants or requires sports gears, clothing,shoes etc is all charged into this card.we have a great relationship as friends now.we speak not daily but constantly keep in contact & if we ever need to talk or vent we can normally call each other..it wasn't easy the first few years alot of bickering.
the other women disappeared completely after she found out about my son & I & he never saw or heard of her again,he tried contacting her,but no response all he had was a name & number & eventually the number was disconnected..they had a mutual friend & he's asked for my brothers help since my brother is a private investigator & the woman not long after birthing the bby married & the husband wanted to adopted the child as his own,since he had a motorcycle accident many years ago hurting his man part's causing him to go sterile.. My ex came in contact with them & they wanted to met us & we flew out to meet them in South Carolina & they asked my ex to sign off his rights,which he did after a few days of thinking about it,the boy looks identical to my son,almost like I was looking at my son younger...both the woman & her husband where so sweet & nice people,my ex got to hold his son & I took a picture of them for him to have with both boys..he seemed conflicted & full of regrets after signing,he struggles with this some days,but accepted that maybe this is better for the child.this was in 2018 our son was 3ish 4 years old.
We do family vacations all 3 of us during our sons school breaks & I love them! My son loves them! We have a blast,my son gets to spend time with his parents & see us get along & be friends & all 3 of us just stay partying, sometimes dad & I drink a little bit more than we planned,not waisted just slightly buzzed,we get extra silly & loud & our son says we are more playful when we drink adult grape juice (we are wine🍷ppl) 😂😂🫣 but never get hung over . we brain storm about our next adventure while on vacation I recently took us to Disneyland & DCA during spring break 1 week of fun,I live near Disney so dad stayed with us..this upcoming late June he wants us to go to him & camp in an RV at the beach..he FT me last night showing me the RV his uncle is letting us barrow..its beautiful! queen bed master room &a garage for the golf cart & 2ATV he's letting us use,a separate room with a twin bed ,an attached patio it's luxurious! Kitchen, bathroom/shower..the works! after our call ended,he texted me if id be ok with sharing a bed with him & our son take the twin bed alone,we normally share a bed while on vacation,but usually our son is with us..I was hesitant for a sec ,but I thought about it & thought it would be nice if I wasnt on the edge for once & wake up to my son on top of me or a foot or hand on my face,so i agreed,he's always been respectful & we have boundaries & both respectful of that..
it's been years since we where together,but then he asked if we could have casual sex too.. He mentioned that every vacation we go on he usually craves me & he's started to grow feelings for me agin.i have noticed he's more touchy,but I assumed we where just comfortable around eachother & he said last time he saw me at Disney he'd lean on in me to smell me & when I'd hold his face as he leaned on me he loved it, that it would do things for him.. he adorably asked me to dance with him,I noticed something when I looked in his eyes,I blushed & said "what!?" & He smiled & said "nothing, you just look nice dancing with the castle behind you." We ended the dance with a very well timed spin & a bow from him & a curtsy from me. My son recorded the whole firework show & us dancing & the video ends with him giggling telling his dad he cought us dancing & his dad giving him a thumbs up..almost like it was planned 😂😂..
I'm scared! I don't think I can handle casual sex with this man or a relationship there's a lot of history between us & insecurities that will arise...now I'm nervous about our future co parenting,shits gonna be awkward now.
Suggestions

I have a friend back in Illinois and he's on parole but his time has not been the greatest at all. He's bounced around quite a few times due to some homeless shelters, halfway houses, and living situations not being the best. He explained that due to his allergies he couldn't eat certain things and some shelters refused a substitute and some days he only went days of eating only bread and cookies. He expressed this to staff and they did nothing. Some of them even said to stop "letting things get to him". At some other places even broke in his lockers Long story short the guy went on the run and then turned himself in. But his reputation is completely damaged or so he says. The only work he can find is fast food places but even then he is very thought provoked on these jobs. Like either someone is trying to walk past him fast to get him startled or even get under his skin to encourage him to quite. It's almost like they want him to keep bouncing around because it's making him look so unstable. He says this is something very dark and deep because he would write his mother letters about how corrupt the system was, how they should change it and everything. I'm assuming he thought he could actually rehabilitate himself in prison but we all know what prison is truly about. I believe he's in a very difficult situation and his environment is constantly indirectly influencing him to self destruct. Whenever he works out and takes care of his body that's when so many people start to attack. When he quits smoking weed and drinking. But whenever he slips up then the vibe is completely different. It seems like he's really in a hate situation, dirty corrupt situation, and he's against himself as well. I don't think he can make it. There is so much more to this I can't go into and he didn't provide enough details. But something is really going on with my friend and I'm believing he's trapped.

I’m about a month away from being 18. I’ve had this job as a lube tech for 9 months. I’ve been a very good employee to say the least. Last Friday my coworker said some nasty shit to me about how I’m not doing my job I told him I was on the other side of the shop he said more nasty shit so I gave the same energy back. It was childish of me I know but my boss comes over rips my hat off my head by grabbing the top of my head. (Legally assault) Degraded me on my work, productivity, told me to never talk to my coworker like that and threatened to fire me. This something that is normal? Should i except this type of behavior 24/7 from my employer. I’m new to the trade. I can take any yelling or degradation and just say yes sir. I’m just looking for some life advice on this situation. Thank you guys Edit: my shop I work at is small, we have 2 other mechanics a service writer and boss/owner

I'd like to put on some information about pwBPD and their usual behavioral pattern after breakup.
Many ex partners of pwBPD or pwNPD often witness a certain behavior that happens right after the breakup. The pwBPD or pwNPD starts acting indifferent and really "over it". This behavior has complex reasons.
As they discard you, often, they need to make up a reason that is untrue or is just very uncertain. This is because you didn't do anything wrong. Many of us don't believe that there's not a fault on our side because of GASLIGHTING. pwBPD and pwNPD often try to change partner's perception and points of view, they're masters of it. Actually, it is pretty easy for them to succeed at gaslighting since their partner loves them so much and doesn't intend to search for the truth, in the moment.
Another reason is that pwBPD has found a new FP. Oftentimes, they do so even during the relationship. Now, please note a few things. The new FP is about to go through the same hell, you went through. The cycles of devaluation and revaluation are INEVITABLE, just as discard. This behavior is NOT to be taken personally, try to get this in your mind.
Once they get rejected or bored of their new FP, they WILL hoover. And now, let me tell you something. Once their partner expressed love to them, they consider them their object, forever. There is no way out of this place. Even if the pwBPD has a new FP. Not even NC gets you out of this place. You will always stay in their database of supplies, UNTIL ONE OF YOU DIES, if I'm to say it like that. That is why they hoover even after 5-10-20 years later. When they don't hoover, it means, they either don't care now or they assume you're mad at them so they wait it out for you to cool down.
Most importantly, if you can't stand that they're doing so much better without you, please know, they don't. It's all a facade. It's their own fake reality, they try to make real for them and their people.
The discard is just a bigger brother of splitting. It doesn't mean anything else but an exhibition of their inconsistency. When they split, they also snap back. When they discard, they want to snap back too, often they only can't. They certainly miss what they had with you, as their decisions are always uncertain and always changing.
I don't say, I'm doing any good after breakup, i have severe panic attacks and depression. But I hope to help someone by posting this. I study BPD and NPD every single day ever since breaking up so I know the patterns and intentions. Stay strong, people ❤️