How to become house captainv

I never thought I'd be somewhere like this.
I sit here and stare at my wall, not knowing if my life will see any change. So fucking frustrated wanting to do something, anything than just sit here and waste my time on my phone or playing stupid games. What a waste of precious time. I'm sick of the scrolling, I'm sick of finding ways to merely occupy my time. I want to do something, I want to make something of myself. I want to leave my house and just start running. I used to love running. But now I'm trapped in my own goddamn body that isn't capable of sitting up or standing without feeling like my heart is going to explode. I was a regular student. I had a job, I was working on a research project, I was attending classes. I loved going to school. I was chasing my dreams on the side, I had lovely friendships. I was making progress, real good progress, I was becoming someone and I was living my life. Until I don't know what the fuck happened. Took one prescribed pill for some back pain and my life changed forever. Suddenly I couldn't sit without my heart hitting 130bpm. I'd get winded just trying to stand. 150. 160. 180. Nothing but lying down would stop this. I never knew you could be so out of breath just trying to stand. Forget about walking, forget about leaving the fucking house, I lost everything. Final year of school, I had to drop out because I couldn't attend my fourth year seminars.
I laid there in bed watching everything that I had built crumble. I had no present, I had no future. Then by some miracle they diagnosed me and put me on meds to stabilise my heart rate. Twice a day, everyday for the rest of who knows how long. I'm able to move around my house, struggle with the stairs but I can at least move around. But like clockwork, at the 5th hour mark, my symptoms come back and I'm back to not being able to do anything. There are others with my condition who aren't even on meds that work full time jobs, have children to take care of, and seem to live their lives. Struggle but somehow manage. I can't. I am not as strong. I am weak. I am held prisoner by my weak mind and heart. I stopped partaking in life, the outside world, I sit in my house contributing nothing to the world. Yet I still dream. I dream about getting better, I dream about becoming healthy, I dream about walking outside and capturing the beautiful world with a camera. I dream about meeting people outside, hanging out with friends like everyone else. I dream about commuting and walking into a job. I dream about participating in society like a proper human being.
But my reality is me sitting at home, too afraid to leave, scared of fainting in the middle of the street, scared of the presyncope grossness that comes every time I stand up. Terrified of living. Knowing others in my exact circumstance are capable, but that I am not. I used to be terrified of dying but these days I almost welcome it, at least I'll be at peace. Life's too beautiful to stop witnessing it now, but I wish I could participate in its beauty. Some part of me thinks it's unfair to die without being given a proper shot at life. But I just can't.
I just want to be able to run again. Without fear of heart palpitations and being scared that this is the time that my heart won't calm down and I won't be able to move again. I'm stuck. I just want to be somebody. But I'm just a prisoner of my own mind and body. Am I just a coward too scared to test my fate? I don't know. All I know is I'm rotting away.

A good fanfiction idea that came to mind is it’s a new year at hogwarts and students get sorted into sorted into houses and one girl gets sorted into slytherin and she changed snapes outlook on life and becomes a friend to him The girl is shy smart nerdy optimistic and always happy This isn’t really important but for imagery the girl is short petite brown hair brown eyes Snape is his is usual pessimistic self (No Snape hate don’t come for me lol) And basically Snape sees how happy She is all the time and while yes everyone else is happy she is just a bit more than the others she isn’t a Luna love good she is just happy go lucky all the time she always skipping down the halls humming something down the hall or doodling cute pictures on her work and Snape just dosnt see how but that’s partly because of his outlook on the world and one day She comes to the dungeons to remediate a potion because malfoy spoiled it and he ask why she is so happy all the time and she is like why not there is so much good in the world and Snape disagrees and she is like I think even the worse person can change there is good in all of us (Undertale refrence lol) and she mentions she think even Voldemort can change if he wanted to and She mentions how everyday is great even if it’s just little things that make you happy and Snape kinda just takes that and thinks and realizes She does have a point and he starts to get better little by little and Her and Snape become good friends What do you guys think (also btw I ain’t writing this sorry just thought it would be a good idea)

(TW: Theorycrafting, Megumi copium, Gojo denial)
Alright so the 260 cliffhanger. I'm really doubtful that Gojo will be actually legit back just yet. If Gege really wants to bring him back, he has at least two resources already set up but yet to use:

1. Ui Ui retrieving the bodies + Shoko RCT. Possible extras include Nitta pausing wounds and Utahime amping Shoko's technique. We've already heard in a previous chapter that Shoko's healing success can be affected by many CE-related factors; Gege could use this to justify why it took so "long" to bring people back and/or why she could only heal/revive some people but not all.
2. Gakuganji using cursed corpse knowledge to house people's souls in cursed corpses. Possible extras include... idk? Yuki's notebook on soul knowledge? Ui Ui's soul swapping might be of help too?

It's just that I'd be extremely surprised if Gege doesn't go through with the merger at all (whether we get a big ensemble fight or not), and I don't think he'll pull the trigger on either or both of these resources before that happens. Maaaaaaybe I could see him using (2) right now and (1) later, but I think it's unlikely.
Some competing theories exist like a near-death flashback, Kenny returning or Gojo's lower half being replaced with a vibraslap. But there is another explanation for the most pressing issues right now ("domain expansion" and the Gojo image). I saw a similar idea in a couple threads but I'm stealing it for no reason. I'm not lying nor tryna deny it.
The domain expansion we see in the last page of 260 could actually be Megumi's domain, possibly in full complete form, and the Gojo silhouette could be made out of Megumi's shadow CT. Cope points:

• Making illusions/images out of shadows could fit one of his CT motifs (visualize/imagine).
• The first time he used his domain (against finger bearer in the bridge arc) we did see him either use something like "shadow clones" or morphing himself with his shadows. So this could be seen as a completion/continuation of that domain effect. Idk if he did anything like that in the Reggie fight tho
• The silhouette in 260 is depicted a bit like a shadow, so it's not completely out of the question visually (at least from the POV of readers) that it might actually be a shadow.
• If the goal is to stun Sukuna to land a big hit, then showing him an illusion of Gojo could have a good chance of working, since Gojo made a deep impression on Sukuna (like when Kenny showed up to Gojo in Shibuya) (this one is extra cope)
• Perhaps the illusions from the completed domain are powerful enough that they can fool even Sukuna-level sorcerers (except e.g. Six Eyes users). If it's Aizen-level powerful then his domain might actually be really OP, finally addressing the Potential Man allegations (aint no way the potential that other characters were hyping was just Mahoraga and Totality)
• Confusing Sukuna with illusions combines really well with the current fighting strat: Todo swaps to catch him off guard and Yuji punches to deal damage.
• The "domain expansion" bubble could either be happening from inside Sukuna's body, or it could be Sukuna's actual physical voice being used by Megumi to enunciate the domain's name (cause maybe it is a hard requirement to open the domain, like chants).
• Apparently every time Megumi has opened his domain, the "domain expansion" bubble always has a black background, not sure if that's exclusive to him or if it guarantees anything tho.

If Gege executes this well it could be a cool domain re-introduction, a major character turnaround for Megumi, and a relatively-not-so-bullshit way to finally corner Sukuna into triggering the merger. Plus it fits Gege's pattern of giving us a big high right before a doom twist (merger). The hardest part is to make it believable to readers that this fraudulent bum is actually in condition to help with the fight. I mean he's presumably still trapped inside Sukuna's body so it's not like he's gonna be out there landing punches and shit, plus back then during Yuta's domain he was already giving up.
Well idk how to explain that he suddenly wants to fight. To be fair Sukuna is currently at his weakest so far, and maybe it motivates him to see all of his friends going all out. But there's a further possible twist: Megumi could be expanding his domain from inside Sukuna's body, using the body/soul/brain as an enclosing volume. So perhaps the Gojo silhouette isn't even a literal shadow made out of CE and materialized in the external world, but rather a "shadow" illusion being planted directly in Sukuna's brain.
Sure, Sukuna should at least be able to tell that Megumi is using his domain because it's happening inside his body/close to his soul. But it might be really difficult for him to spot out the illusions by mere CE perception, since it's basically tampering with the parts of his brain connected to his senses. That's right: Megumi fights by making Sukuna schizo, literally becoming the Lobotomy Kaisen.
Unironically I think it's a very doable path for Gege right now, unless he just wants to have yet another character randomly appearing on the battlefield and extending the pre-merger fight. Who even is left that can use a domain, and how do you reconcile that with the silhouette? I really think it's either something like this or Sukuna having near-death hallucinations while actually attempting to expand his domain (maybe failing to do so). But you tell me which is the better agenda.

I’ve been living with my roommate (let’s call him (drug head, for obvious reasons later on in the story). I’ve started living with him in March of this year and honestly like the dude he didn’t seem off at the moment I met him we bonded over video games and I had both a ps4 and ps5 and so I lend him my ps4 for we casually game. Few weeks passed by and I noticed something about him so I asked my friend who is a common friend about him and basically was told that he was a recovering addicted and I was cool with it because I believe in second chances to everyone even those trying to better themselves. So April came and I noticed one night as I was coming back from work and I smell something off in the restroom so I knocked and noticed him with a pipe and starting asking him if it was weed and he was like nah it’s dope. I shook back for a second and was like aren’t you recovering and he said I can’t stop bro. And please don’t tell anyone (trust me everyone already knows by now) so ignore it for while and met his brothers cool people and trying to get him to stop especially since he does dope through shots and I’ve seen what happened to those who done that since I work as a security guard/bouncer. So I told him what would happened and he basically told me it’s his life so I gave up on him after weeks of trying and so life went as normal. we had a rule no strangers in the house without both parties here to make sure shit doesn’t get stolen, he had a lot of homeless girls here, neighbors time to time and etc nothing got stolen mid April. But comes end of April when his “stuff” stolen and starts blaming me and mind you I never had a guest in the house and how tf would I ever touch his stuff because I’m always either working, sleeping or gaming on my days off. He was becoming paranoid like I knew how dope would get you. And i started noticing my stuff moving around and i asked him about it and he would try to say he had it there before April but clear I had moved all my stuff into my room by may first so I didn’t understand that. So I kept an eye out and Thursday I was sick because I was in the rain for a whole night and he wouldn’t answer the door and, so last few days I was passing out and he would blame me for not locking the door when I clearly told him I’m passing out sick.And everything was still in my room. Haven’t seen him since Thursday but Friday he answered saying he lost his keys, days later went peacefully well until Saturday night after work. I went home tired literally I tried calling him a lot to buzz but no answer when I went in the apartment my ps4 and all it’s controllers are missing with it’s hard drive. My ps5 controller and edge controller, and 3d pulse headphones missing, Reddit I had lost it. I got new locks installed. Tried calling him many times no reply. So Reddit AITA for changing the locks and making my roommate stay in the streets for losing his keys and actually getting my stuff stolen?

Trigger Warning: eating disorder.
(Long) Backstory: I (38F) have dealt with weight issues since I was a child. Looking back at pictures of myself I wasn't actually big, just not a stick-figure, and probably would have lost most of my baby-fat with age. Unfortunately starting at around the age of eight my family decided that I was obscenely fat, and being entrenched in 80's diet-culture started withholding food from me/not having food in the house (I was a latch-key kid and often home alone after school), which led me to binge when I DID have access to food, and develop very bad food-insecurities. This, combined with the familial disappointment that instead of losing weight I was actually gaining, resulted in my developing a raging case of body dysmorphia and Atypical Anorexia where I would starve myself for up to days at a time, then binge everything in sight, feel guilty for "failing" and eating, which started the vicious cycle all over again. Unfortunately as a result no matter how healthy I eat and how much I work out, my body now perpetually thinks I am in a famine situation and holds on to my "fat reserves" in anticipation of another "famine"
In my late 20's I started working on modifying my behavior and recognizing my triggers myself, and about five years ago I started working with a team of ED specialists (Doctor, Dietician, Therapist). As a result, I have not had an "episode" in more than five years. In that time my weight has leveled out and I'm a size 20 (I'm 5'11, and *shocker* very physically active). The voice in my head that tells me I'm "failing" for eating anything at all is still there, but I have better coping mechanisms now to deal with it.
I was in the process of becoming a bariatric surgery candidate when the weight-loss drug Wegovy became available again. My Doctor was happy to prescribe it to me as an alternative to major surgery, and it's been nothing short of miraculous. I'm down 25lbs in 10 weeks, which is a loss rate I'm very happy with, and I am feeling great. I have had to work with my ED team on working out a way for me to modify and keep track of my diet without hitting any of my triggers (the consensus is I'm allowed whatever sounds good to eat, but I need to focus on protein. It's been working great so far)
Now, on to the part where I may be the asshole:
My mother has lived with me for the last several years. She is mostly financially-dependent on me, and I'm not going to lie but we often do not have the best relationship. Unfortunately, her only other option is to live in her car, so here we are.
She has always been critical about my appearance, always under the guise of "concern", and still likes to give unsolicited diet-advice even though I have told her until I'm blue in the face that many of her "suggestions" are either insanely unhealthy (only eating eggs and getting only 400 calories a day), or massive triggers for my ED, which she believes I am "making up for attention".
Since starting the Wegovy she has actually been very positive and supportive, and notices the changes in my shape before I do. However, she has recently started getting very critical again about what specifically I'm eating, and she doesn't believe me that my meals are dietician-approved because they often contain things like carbs, or because I'll drink milk as a post-workout drink.
Last night my mom started ranting that she's been on some of the Wegovy-support groups on FB, and I'm not losing weight as fast as many other people (This is true, some people are losing 20+lbs a month, but they are also having more issues with loose skin which I would like to minimize if I can), so I must not be dieting right, and I need to start doing X, Y, and Z, otherwise I'm going to fail and stay fat forever.
After a long argument where I reiterated that X, Y, and Z are major triggers for my ED and that I have told her countless times these are major triggers, I finally yelled at her that if she keeps doing this she will have to find somewhere else to live. My mom started crying, saying she's only trying to help me, and that it's not fair that I threaten her home when I know she has nowhere else to go.
Today she's been acting like nothing ever happened, but her BFF called me and told me he understands where I'm coming from, but I'm still an asshole for threatening to throw her out.
So, AITA?

Happy Sunday everyone. I (27F) need to get a situation off my chest and possibly advice on where to go from here.
Let’s start at the beginning, my best friend (28F) and I have been friends for nearly 14 years at this point, since we were freshman’s in HS. We’ve been inseparable pretty much since up until about a 1.5 years ago. My best friend has not had the easiest life, especially more recently. About 4 years ago, she was doing really well, had a decent job (we worked at the same place at that time) and was living with her fiancé. Everything went to shit when she found her fiancé had been cheating on her, so they split and she’s forced to move back home with her mom, which was an unfortunately toxic environment.
During this time, I myself was doing really well overall. I had a good paying stable job, a strong relationship with my BF whom I lived with (and still do). I was there to support her in anyway I could possibly. I didn’t have extra room to take her in or anything, we only had a 1 BR apartment. About 2 years after having to move home, she ends up getting fired from our job, just further piling up the string of bad things that have happened to her.
Fast forward to about 1.5 years ago… My BF and I are starting to look at buying a house and of course this is something I’m excited for. I recently had received a promotion at work that put me in a decent spot financially. I tell my friend this and she seemed genuinely excited for me. Out of excitement (and I think I was 🍃🍃 at the time), before talking to my boyfriend, say “When I get a house, you can come live with me!”, in which she was very happy about understandably given her current living situation. These are words I wish I never said, because I really think it has been detrimental to our friendship. Post 🍃🍃 clarity hits and I realize what I said, and realize how it wouldn’t work. She had gone through like 2-3 jobs at this point, in which she continued to get fired from for good cause. She, IMO, mishandles her money, which I get is her business, but if we were entering a co-living situation, it could quickly become my business. She seemed to keep her bills in check but I didn’t understand not saving up money to even try to get an apartment of your own.
For the hell of it, I bring the idea up to my BF, and while he wasn’t 100% against it, he definitely wasn’t thrilled. We discussed it at length, and ultimately decided that it would not be the right move for us. With her job record and the lack of saving up any of her money, I just didn’t understand how she would ever move on to her own place.
I tell my friend that while I love her and want the best for her, when I get a house I didn’t think it would be the best idea for us to be basically roommates. She seemed upset, which I understood and it broke my heart to tell her this as well, because I genuinely want better for her.
After this conversation, she noticeably started to distance herself from me. She would dodge making plans, take forever (days, sometimes weeks) to write me back. I took the hint, but can’t help to be hurt. She’s never brought up why she distanced herself, but I guess I don’t need her to.
One thing about her is that I am pretty much her only friend IRL. She has SO many online friends and I never really made friends online like that, so it’s not like she didn’t have anyone to vent to. I can only imagine what these people think of me, because I know she’s probably told them about this situation.
I finally bought my first home within the past year. An accomplishment I never thought I’d achieve. I lived in apartments my entire life, so to have something to call my own was an amazing feeling. I of course tell my friend about it and she seemed happy for me in a way, but definitely not excited. We close on the house and about a month after moving in, have a house warming party. Of course she was invited. She made up what I think was an excuse to not come over. I have made multiple attempts to invite her since and she’s declined each time. I’ve been in my home for nearly a year now and she has not come over. This genuinely hurt my feelings, but given the situation I guess I understand her reasoning.
Here we are today and I see she posts online that she’s planning on moving in the next couple months, to which I assume is with one of her online friends and out of state as I haven’t asked her about it. But AITAH to feel genuinely hurt that my best friend didn’t have the decency to tell me personally that she was moving, likely a distance away?
What would you do in this situation?

I'm 26F and my mom is a single mother and immigrant from a Carribbean country. My dad died when I was young so it has always been the two of us. She's your typical immigrant parent, conservative, sheltering, expects me to live at home till I get married, doesn't have any personal identity outside of being a mother. On top of that she has never been financially stable. She has always worked my whole life but in various part time jobs and while she did everything she could to pay the bills in the house while I was growing up, there was no room for anything extra. I had to take out loans to go to college, I had to buy my own car, and I just graduated from law school. While I'm really happy to have achieved such a goal for myself, my mom now expects me to save her from her financial woes and buy her house from her (which has fallen into total disrepair) so that I essentially become her landlord and not the bank. This stresses me out though because she is always getting onto me about applying for a loan for her so I can buy the house but I don't feel financially secure at all yet. I literally just graduated and as you all with poor parents know- I feel like I'm constantly running trying to keep my head afloat.
I feel like I'm living paycheck to paycheck even with a big salary because I have to pay my loans back and all my other bills. I live alone currently but I am now planning to move back home even though it will really impact my mental health (because my mom is so suffocating) just because I want to start saving as much as possible. I am good about paying my bills on time but I just feel like I never have enough money to take care of myself and now her but also enjoy life (take a vacation, treat myself to something nice, etc. And don't get me wrong I want to take care of my mom because I love her, but I feel like she doesn't understand 100k is not the same as it was back in the day. And yes I have this big degree but that also came with big loans. And because I had no one to teach me financial literacy I am trying to navigate this all by myself, trying to find a financial advisor, build credit,etc.
It's just so frustrating because she's always getting on to me about how I need to save or why I use my credit card and it makes me so angry because other kids didn't have to go through this! I have a credit card because it helped supplement me throughout college because I didn't get an allowance like all my other friends. And on top of that, I don't even have a high limit and I pay it every month! You are only concerned with my finances because you see it as your way out when you don't even stop to consider how TIRED I am of always having to take care of myself like this. I don't even feel like I'm starting my young adult life at level 1 I feel like I'm 10 steps behind where I should be. And I feel like since I'm almost 30 the responsibilities are only going to increase and I am never going to get a chance to just breathe and feel financially stable because women are pressured to start a family by a certain time as well. Anyway, I just wanted to vent because I feel extremely overwhelmed and I have no idea where my life is going because I'm consumed with responsibilities while I watch my friends who came from families of means get to really live their lives for themselves.

So i grow a bunch of food plants, and by a bunch i grow like 30 pea plants cause each of my snap peas only ever gives me 1-2 pods and each pod contains maybe 3 peas if I'm lucky, but typically only 1 or 2. they also never seem to grow more than 1 foot tall.
when i try to grow plants and give them loads of attention and care, i monitor their PH and light and everything, they always die. however the plants i neglect and forget about always seem to grow really well. I have had a pumpkin plant re-seeding itself every year for the past 8 years. Its become more of an invasive weed that i seem unable to get rid of.
I have several basil plants that 'm growing as well. These plants were grown from seed over a year ago now and have 4 leaves each and never seem to grow taller. I moved them to a new pot and gave them everything they need to flourish. However the plants that i bought from the store that were hydroponically grown I chucked in my yard cause they tasted bad have now taken over a substantial amount of room.
I have a tree that i was growing in a pot that drown in a bucket for 6 months before i realized it was there, i took it out and left it in the same pot and forgot about it. It grew new leaves, and an extra 5 or so inches. However the moment i began monitoring and taking care of it, its leaves all dried up and it died.
I attempted to grow carrots and after 2 years, they made a flower, and died. The main root was a spindly thread that was about 3 inches long. same with my radishes.
I tried growing mushrooms from the grow kits. i bought three just in case. they all molded and died within 3 weeks. I feel like the moment i start caring about plants health, i kill them, but when i neglect them, they do really well.
I recently bought some pepper plants, and after 2 weeks of owning them, they are already producing flowers, however the plant is only a couple inches tall. the same is happening with a pie pumpkin i bought. The plant has 5 leaves, has a stalk but no vining is occurring, and has several flower buds. These ones are all kept in a green house. I want to have my plants that i care about actually grow and not just flower and die.
Any advise on how to get my pepper plants to actually grow would be great. or really any of my food plants to grow.. or why my spicy pepper plants and pumpkin would be producing flowers after only 2 weeks.
I live in an 8b in the PNW, WA USA

Hi all. I didn't know where else to ask this. I guess I'm just looking for some feedback/options about my situation. I feel like I need some advice on how to not take this personally as I currently am as I feel like shit for how I am being treated.
I'm an early 30's male and work in the disability sector at a group home. I've done this for 2 years. 16–18-hour shifts (sleepovers). The client has generally been fine and is very independent. He is however becoming very rude to staff and often will sigh and tell me to shut up at simple prompts like to shower, brush his teeth, pack lunch for work, or any absolute basic house tasks. He could do SO much more for himself however chooses not to. All he does is watch movies and play his Xbox. He does not help with any house tasks at all and never has.
I have had about 4 months now of him blatantly telling me to stop talking, to shut up, to go away, to stop being an irritating pest, to leave him alone. All for essentially speaking to him about the bare minimum so I can do my job.
It's all been documented. The company is aware, and he has been made aware a handful of times to please not speak to staff the way he does and to help out more. He may go 1-2 days with helping and not being rude however ALWAYS reverts back.
He also lies all the time and tries to create situations that make it appear staff have not done their job / the right thing etc.
I suppose I try to view him as a client. Someone who lives in this house where I work at to earn income. I try to remind myself that if this is how he is, so be it. I am not there to change the fabric of who he is and if I left it'd just be someone else copping it anyway.
I have however been feeling incredibly frustrated towards him lately. I feel like I do everything for him while he watches me and then finds a way to complain or ridicule me. This man works 4 days a week as well and can do all of his own personal cares. That's where his capacity is at.
A part of my is screaming saying leave asap leave leave and find a different job. Another part is saying oh come on you can handle this bs, suck it up etc. It's a mix of not wanting to subject myself to his bs just to earn money, but also somehow hoping I can turn my brain off and continue doing what I do in order to continue earning a steady income.

As some background information, I’m 24, living with my parents. My parents are hoarders and growing up it was extremely rough on me. I would often times find myself sleeping ontop of piles of their clothes or having to share room with my family members because they are simply too many things around. It really messed me up mentally and as a kid I even tried running away from home. It created a great amount of trauma for me that till this day I still resent both my parents for. Over the years it has become better and they have gone some months without buying something new but then go on a shopping binge months later. There was a lot of verbal conflicts in the household because of that. My parents decided to finally take things out of my room as a way to “compromise” and so I can stop complaining. Yet my living room never stopped looking like someone’s junkyard. Not to mention, I have a mother who is disabled and she barely even has room in her room to even enjoy her own space.
It has been like this since I was 12 and I’ve learned to accept that they won’t change. I also have not moved out due to the convenience of not having to pay extra for rent, since Im paying for my master and have been saving up to buy a house. So now I really just stay to myself in my room and try to avoid getting angry stepping out anywhere else in my place.
However, out of nowhere, 2 weeks ago or so, my parents mentioned to me that my uncle, aunt, and 2 children are moving in with us. I was in complete shock as there is absolutely NO space for them. They mentioned that they would rent a U-Haul space to put all their extra things in (is b.s) However this would not change the fact that our apartment is way too small to have a total of 8 people in it. I immediately told them how much of an invasion of privacy this is, but my parents just said that they are in inconvenient matters at the moment and that they believe good karma exist so this is what they’re deciding to do. And so now they’re all here and I have yet to have a restful night as before it was complete peace and now it’s kids yelling and running around. I can only imagine how it would be once I go back in school and get home late wanting to sleep. And ofcourse the space in my house is nowhere to be found and I feel extremely anxious. I have had two panic attacks since they arrived and haven’t had them in years.
Ofcourse, as I am 24, my only option here is to move out. I have expressed my annoyance to my parents about the fact that they couldn’t tell me about them moving in with us in advance, to give me the time to find a new space. Their response to that was that hey have no explanation owed to me. That I could move out as I’m an adult. As I know they are right, that is exactly what I’ll be doing. However I’ve been so cold to them, barely speaking to them. It was not my plans to move out so suddenly as THEY KNEW I was trying to save up to buy a place while paying for my schooling. I am extremely stressed out as I did not want to rent and have another huge expense.
The problem is my partner and I planned to buy a house within the next year. We have been saving for a while for this goal. ALSO, my partner refuses to pay rent for a place and is only open to owning.
However I feel myself being triggered here and I need to get out as soon as possible. Therefore, completely changing our plans as I plan to rent out by myself. I tried explaining to my partner the need for us to move out and at least rent as we can divide expenses making it easy (his parents are extremely abusive and he also wants to get out) BUT he is refusing to leave until he has the funds to buy a home and said that he would need me to marry him before signing on anything. EVEN though he lives with his toxic family too. So as I see things, My timing is just not at his timing and I need to do what is best for me mentally even if it is stressing myself out to cover rent on my own.
So I guess I wanted to ask if anyone else has ever have needed to change their plans of moving in with their partner and decided to move out on their own? How do that turn out on your dynamic with your partner??

Hey all, I'm a 20-year-old transgender woman from New York City who began transitioning a few months ago. My parents are unaware of my transition, which is best for now (I plan on telling them about my transition after I graduate college and am more financially stable than I am now), but they have recently become suspicious of my breast growth and are forcing me to go to a local clinic (Citymd) with them to see what's going on. However, I'm not ready to disclose that I'm on hormone replacement therapy (HRT) because my parents are extremely religious and are strongly against such things , which then becomes a safety concern for me, and they would disown me, leaving me without financial support or housing. I'm concerned about how to handle this situation at the clinic. While HIPAA protects my medical information, can clinics access my prescription history? If so, is there possibly a way in which I can conceal this from them at the hospital, and is there any advice on explaining my breast growth without revealing my transition? I'm freaking out and am literally shaken up right now.

Me and my ex were together for more than 2 years, we lived together for 1, I am currently staying in our apartment and he is taking his belongings every other day, he wants to leave all the assets of the house that we got together as a sorry for not having the strength to continue with this relationship. I truly believed I found my person with him, because he was the only one that make me feel safe being myself, my true self. He is currently going through some issues himself, he has always been a people pleaser and never took the time or effort to put his feelings and needs as his priority, which let to our break up. He broke up with me because he needs to find himself, he needs to do the things he loves, he needs to have his time alone to heel all these insecurities and issues he built up with the time, and I truly understand him and just want him to be happy. I just got this gut feeling that we are meant to be together, before we started dating we knew and saw each other in the same place for a year, and once we started talking we found ourselves at a safe place because we both were going through a breakup at the same time, same reasons and same problems, which connected us so well because we found trust in each other and with time, we fell in love. I just want him to be happy, he asked me to do the same, to focus on myself and to do all the things I have always wanted but never did because I did not believe in myself, which is the biggest act of love I have ever experienced. He asked me to not wait for him, that I do not deserve to be with someone that is not ok and going through some issues with himself, but that is all I want to do, wait for him to heal, wait for me to heal and if we were meant to be with each other, we will find our way back. Has anyone went through the same and how did things ended up? Just to mentioned that we never argued, communication was our biggest priority and we never failed to each other, we were never unfaithful or have some issues like that. We were perfect, but we need this time away to find ourselves and what do we want to become in the futuro. I know I dont have to, I am pretty sure with time I wont feel this way anymore, but do you think I can still hope that we could find our way back to each other?

Hi- need serious advice. I know this is a novel, I’m so sorry but I would appreciate anyone who reads it. I’m a 20 yr old F and I live with my brother, 19 M, and my two parents. My parents are abusive. There is no way to get around it. Physically when I was young and mentally now. I can’t describe what they put me through now- it’s awful. I promised myself all throughout high school I would leave the moment I turned 18 but something kind of switched and they became more tolerable, almost nicer, so like a fucking idiot I stayed. I started my bachelors, started working and tried to convince myself it was alright. The other reason I stayed was for my brother. I’ve taken care of him my whole life. I didn’t have any other choice, and I didn’t think I wanted one. It was my duty to take care of him and I did my job as best as I could only being 11 months older. I have gotten in the middle of fights, taken beatings, punishments, paid for him, drove him, etc. Time and money I didn’t have to spare spent on him with no repayment, and I’m talking about he wanted a new $60 game so I asked him to help me while I cleaned my room (vacuuming, taking down dirty clothes, wiping down my fan). This has been going on for years. I was the one to complete his college essay, to call his advisors to get his transcripts, to do his homework, otherwise my ass was on the line with my parents. I have done everything I could for him. Plus, he didn’t even get into college because I told him he had to complete his 200 word prompt for his college application, leading him not to get accepted because he didn’t fucking do it. He’s in his first year while I’m almost in my fourth. I have had jobs for the last 3 years in my field while he has done nothing. I begged my parents for a car and drivers license for 2 1/2 years while he, at 19, only got his 4 months ago. He does the bare minimum. Less than that, actually. The night before fall semester started he got into a fight with my father, physically, left the house, and made me go looking for him and try to convince him to go back home until 5am. To say my semester was fucked after that is an understatement. It’s constant but I stay because I’m his sister. It’s my job. It’s also a cultural thing I guess. I know I’m venting but I’m getting to the point I promise. A month ago I asked him to help me clean my room so that I could study since he has a habit of fucking his room up, coming and staying in my room, taking up my bed, and asking me to buy him food. I had just returned from the library, brought him Taco Bell, and wanted to clean a bit before continuing to study for my final the next day. To be clear, if I didn’t pass this class I wouldn’t be on track to graduate or get into my optometry program. He said he didn’t want to help and bitched and moaned but when I pointed out that I had gone out of my way to get Taco Bell for him he agreed to aid. I asked him to just bring up some cleaning stuff and take down my clothes so I could have them clean for work and he left. After an hour or so of waiting for him (yes I was procrastinating and purposely didn’t ask why he was taking so long) I heard him come upstairs with a plate full of sandwiches and go into his room. I was pissed. I started to text him, angrily and cursing I’ll admit, about him not doing shit and being so annoying. I called him a bum for never following on his promises or doing absolutely fucking anything. He started texting in all caps not to call him that otherwise he swore to god I would regret it, and I, being the person that I am (a fucking idiot) called him it again. He rushed out of his room, kicked open my door and threw his phone at me as hard as he could and left me with a bruise. He started standing over me, threatening me, saying shit like he was going to throw me done the stairs, snap my neck, etc. I’ve seen him get that way before- he smashes shit to pieces, breaks anything in his sight, and generally destroys things. For some context he’s a big guy, almost 300lb and used to be able to deadlift 500+lb. I got scared, saw a knife on my counter from dishes I had yet to clean, and pulled it on him. He slowly backed off and went to his room, before I, again, a fucking idiot, called him a bum again. A stupid decision, I know, I would definitely be the bitch that got knifed in a movie and you’d cheer for her death. This time I closed the door before he could come in, he tried to break down the door while I was on the other side, and in response he smashed something made of glass on the other side and punched a hole in my door. I contacted my dad who was far away and he sent my mother home. My mother and I haven’t spoken to each other in a few months since she called me a burden for asking her to help me get my work clothes ready for the week. She came in, spoke to my brother I guess, then came in and spoke to me. She said it was unbelievable and she didn’t know what to say and when I explained what happened and then told me to study for my test. She also went back to talk to him and came back to talk with me, asking me if I pulled a knife on him, which I admitted to, only because I was seriously afraid of him pushing me down the stairs or knocking me out. After that I locked the door and when texting my parents about the situation they only told me not to worry about it, just study. I couldn’t, and I swear to god I tried, all night. I was scared and I think in shock. I got to the lecture hall early and tried to study there but that didn’t help either. I had done alright in the class, done very well in the lab, but knew I bombed the final. I went home and didn’t speak to anyone at home for days. After about 3 days I went downstairs and saw my dad who tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal. I explained how insane and irrational the entire situation was and how I wanted to move out. I couldn’t handle dealing with all of their shit, and if I was the problem like they said I was then I would be fixing that too. I have a very important board exam this summer that I also have to take to get into optometry school and I proposed that I would live on campus, only for the summer. He refused, angrily saying that it wasn’t me place to move out, that he would never support me, and that if that’s what I wanted to do I could get the fuck out right now. A few things- I pay partially for my school. I don’t make much but I put a lot of what I do have toward school and the rest towards little things for me and my brother. Secondly, almost every single thing within my bedroom I have paid for. Excluding the mattress, furniture, and my phone, I have paid for everything I need or want through hard work. Thirdly, both my parents are currently unemployed but wealthy. Wealthy enough that they can go on vacations, pay for four cars, go out with their friends, and pay for their son’s tuition with no hassle. It’s only mine that poses a problem, which is the reason they let me work. They attempt to dictate how I should spend my money constantly. The argument went on for an hour, him accusing me of failing because I chose to, him proposing that he get a lock for my door, telling me I could move into the basement, etc. When my father refused to budge I went upstairs, used a loc that I had bought for when your staying at a hotel to barricade the door and have not spoken to him since. It has been a month now and I have not spoke to anyone in person, though my mother has been trying to guilt me into making me give up my refrigerator in my room by telling me my grandfather is in hospice, there will be a funeral soon, and me having that fridge is making me too fat to be presentable, as well as trying to be nice and hugging me when I have to leave for work in the morning. Now, with all of that context, here’s what’s going on. Since the entire incident happened I have been trying to figure out a way to leave. I have looked into campus housing but it’s an additional $7000 per semester that I don’t think I can afford even if I take out student loans and do FAFSA. I’m scared of the position. It’ll put me in when it comes to going to school. I do have another choice though. I recently toured an apartment complex that is beautiful it’s my dream place and the rent is less than $1500 a month. The only problem is that I only currently make being part time 12 to 1300 a month I just got a raise to $18 an hour but even then that’s not gonna be enough to cover it if I’m going to school at the same time, I’ve looked into some options and FAFSA and loans wouldn’t be able to cover any of my housing outside of living on campus. The only problem with living on campus is I can’t make the morning drive less than an hour and a half to work and I’m afraid with how it all affect my schedule and will to study. I was honestly giving up the idea of moving out at all because it seems so impractical and there was no way that I could actually leave and take my stuff with me without a fight. However, I recently learned that my parents tomorrow are leaving on a five day vacation to Vegas with Little to no thought of how that affects me and the position that I’m in with my brother, if I can figure out a way to somehow be able to afford the rent for this place afford a car to get to work because we have really bad public transportation in my area then I think I would just drop out of school and go. I love optometry more than anything and that’s why I was willing to deal with all of this but maybe school just isn’t in the cards for me. I don’t want to give it up but I don’t think that I’ll make it out of here alive, in all honesty. I can’t keep up with everything it’s ruining my life and I’m only 20 years old. But it’s so scary that I don’t know if I can even take the steps to moving out. I just paid tuition for the spring summer semester and have only $500 to my name. I would need to take out a loan to be able to put down the down payment for the car and the apartment and what if I don’t get approved? What if my work doesn’t give me full-time? what am I gonna do then? I don’t have anybody in my life that could help me. I also have a big family that would all be on their side and agree with them and what if I leave and they come back and cause a scene that causes me to lose my job? They would 100% do that. I know for some people it’s a no brainer but put yourself in my shoes. I have no money, family, friends, or support. At least here I have car and my room and sometimes they’re tolerable. I would only have to do it for 1-2(?) more years. On the other hand, this place is destroying me. I hate who I am becoming because of it. Would it be worth giving up my future for getting my dreams or moving out? If you read all of this you’re amazing, thank you so much. I can only stare at a pros and cons list for so long 🙃

Me and my ex were together for more than 2 years, we lived together for 1, I am currently staying in our apartment and he is taking his belongings every other day, he wants to leave all the assets of the house that we got together as a sorry for not having the strength to continue with this relationship. I truly believed I found my person with him, because he was the only one that make me feel safe being myself, my true self. He is currently going through some issues himself, he has always been a people pleaser and never took the time or effort to put his feelings and needs as his priority, which let to our break up. He broke up with me because he needs to find himself, he needs to do the things he loves, he needs to have his time alone to heel all these insecurities and issues he built up with the time, and I truly understand him and just want him to be happy. I just got this gut feeling that we are meant to be together, before we started dating we knew and saw each other in the same place for a year, and once we started talking we found ourselves at a safe place because we both were going through a breakup at the same time, same reasons and same problems, which connected us so well because we found trust in each other and with time, we fell in love. I just want him to be happy, he asked me to do the same, to focus on myself and to do all the things I have always wanted but never did because I did not believe in myself, which is the biggest act of love I have ever experienced. He asked me to not wait for him, that I do not deserve to be with someone that is not ok and going through some issues with himself, but that is all I want to do, wait for him to heal, wait for me to heal and if we were meant to be with each other, we will find our way back. Has anyone went through the same and how did things ended up? Just to mentioned that we never argued, communication was our biggest priority and we never failed to each other, we were never unfaithful or have some issues like that. We were perfect, but we need this time away to find ourselves and what do we want to become in the futuro. I know I dont have to, I am pretty sure with time I wont feel this way anymore, but do you think I can still hope that we could find our way back to each other?

Hi! I’ve recently moved into my first apartment on May 10th. I brought my pets over on that Sunday (1 cat, 1 snake, 1 fish) and we’re at about a week mark.
Since this is both of our first time moving, I wanted to ask for tips on how to make her more comfortable.
Here’s the breakdown on Pippa (the gato): She’s about 5-6 years old now as a rescue. I’ve always been her primary caretaker (tends to like me more, we have a good bond) and this is her first time moving. My family’s house had a break in a few years ago, and we think she was in front of the door they opened (slammed open), and we think that may have really freaked her out as she was very chill beforehand. She does have neurological issues, and she’s cross eyed so she cannot see well. She is wary of men, but has seen my boyfriend (roommate) plenty of times and has no severe issue with him as she will rub against him too.
At the week mark today, she has been eating and drinking water and using her litter box with no issues. She is being “kept” upstairs in my bedroom for now (the door is always open in case she wants to go out). Unless I’m in the room doing something, she usually stays under the bed. When she comes out, she is purring and rubbing against me (even when I let her smell my hand under the bed, she usually rolls over and trills). I’m totally okay with that, but want to try to make her more comfortable to where she isn’t hiding under the bed as much. There are neighbors (we are in a townhouse) that you can hear, and I feel like this may be causing her additional stress/fear.
Should I start to gently “push” her out of the bedroom? She will follow me downstairs sometimes. I know the process of a cat adjusting can take much more time, if anyone has had experiences similar I’d love to hear and see how long it took for your cat to become comfortable (I do understand all cats are different). Is there anything else I can do to help her settle in? We do have some boxes still out, and think that once those are out maybe that will help too?

Hi all, this is sort of a cross post, and I am not sure I chose the right flair so forgive me and let me know if not so I can fix it! It’s quite an add situation, which is why I was not sure which flair to choose…
Against what I now know as better judgement, I accepted a pretty odd job with who is my current roommate/landlord, which is how I ended up moving here.
The original terms were that rent and food would be covered in exchange for basically being their personal assistant, while also leaving me time to pick up part time work so I had cash inflow.
Took a little longer than I liked, but I found outside part time work toward the end of February, and by the end of March I was told we didn't have time for me to be able to have another job, and was forced to quit my other job on the spot (for fear of losing my housing).
Once again, I'm cooking and cleaning for this person, as well as helping them with anything they needed for their fairly successful online business, including shipping, customer service, and odd jobs similar to research and data entry relating to the industry (sorry to be vague here, but in the off chance they see this, I would really like to do my best to protect my identity because it is a fairly small and close knit industry).
I was told I can't be actually paid, but as an amendment to our agreement, they said they could let me use their credit card for whatever I needed (which honestly ended up not being super true in the end).
I am essentially in a position where I have to ask someone else to do ANYTHING at all at this point, and I asked to take an entire day off (which would be literally my first day off since I got here in January) to spend it with someone I met here, since given the conditions the last month and a half have been a lot, and incredibly suffocating.
They said yes, then about 8pm on the day I was told I was allowed to be off, they texted me and informed me they didn't believe our arrangement was working for them and they have packed my things and will leave them outside and have changed the locks.
I asked if this would include the things that were purchased for me in lieu of actual payment, and was told they would "reimburse" me for the things instead. I told them simply I am not able to come at the moment, because I am not able to get back there.
I have only been paid monetarily sporadically or have had tips they collected in my name from their customers dispersed only at their discretion, and every time I have tried to leave the house for even a few hours before this there have been issues.
As far as I am seeing it, though, I was fired/locked out on a day I received approval to be off from work, for not being at work (we work from the house). I have plans to speak with local legal aid first thing in the morning, but have been trying to do research independently and am becoming increasingly more confused.
Which laws has this person broken? I’ve been researching this tirelessly since I received the message and just need some advice/guidance about what I need to have and know to be prepared to deal with this situation legally.
I feel like the internet is leading me in 17 different directions here.
Any help appreciated!

This is my first time here. Situation I am describing is a very known situation at many households. But this is happening to me AGAIN and AGAIN.
So, I have an ailing Father in law, completely paralyzed with tracheostomy tube, feeding tube and a catheter, whom we are caregiving in a Tier 2 City since 5+ years, I work from home . I have suffered a missed miscarriage and had a D&E after that in September 2023 at around 12 weeks marks. SInce then we are trying and not had a success. My sister-in-law lives in same city so she comes to support the care. I am a secondary caregiver as I am the only one who is earning. My husband is on career break as the Staff is not permanent & load of caregiving is huge. My mother in law expired in 2020.
My sister in law since marriage was a person I always had doubts on. I make friends for life once I get to know them, but here even if the dynamic was weird, I gave her lots of benefit of doubt & she proved me wrong always. She and my MIL were best friends. They had never included me the way a daughter in law should have been included. So because of my mothe r in law, the home was always under her control. Whenever I used to come, I was being indirectly commented on our stuff lying here and there(we were not having any room, so obv it was to be taken in and out of bags), SIL used to say in a really really bad tone blabbering and going here and there " why do people bring stuff if they don't know how to place" the etc. in short I was never allowed to even touch or know things in house. It has to be done by my sister in law always. For smallest of things, she was always given preference. Please don't take me wrong, but I am from a home where we are 2 sisters and obv I was being trained to handle all the things so that I never ever become dependent. And here I am in a household, where I am being told, "you won't be able to do this" to everything I wanted to attempt. All what I had to do is cooking, which I didn't know much. Btw I was the only working lady that time.
Anyway I don't want to go to my MIL's drama because that was HORRIBLE and I thank God every day for relaxing me!
This is not the first time SIL has done maligning/ bitching, she has been involved to malign the image. It has never happened anywhere that people don't come to talk to me, because I generally listen to the problems and I am amicable! I have lived in Chennai, Mumbai, Pune, but it is only here that I couldn't foster any relationships with anyone! It always was a thought in me which I didn't know had a solid cause. I caught her tarnishing my image on camera (we kept it for FIL) blabbering things like : "She has eaten crab" (Kekde khati hai) which I haven't, I have had fish 2-3 times in my whole life, these guys are purely vegetarian, which I was as well, but I had just shared it with her as a thing! "She is putting pressure on my brother so that we have a fight, and now he came to beg sorry that I did a mistake"(Ary masi, ese hi koi nai karta, jab tak upar se pressure nai aata , and aaya tha maafi maangne fir, ki mujhe maaf kar do, ye to chahti hai ki humari ladai ho jaye and toot jaye relationship) (which I never ever do, I come from a joint family and such adjustments are inbuilt in my nature)
When my husband and herself caught covid, they were isolated, I was at my mother's place and rushed back to support them and fully supported them for 2 weeks managing my work alongwith. Later on during 3rd wave of covid, I had covid and I didn't even was asked for! I missed my parents a lot! She gave the most vile response in that conversation with her Masis. "She got Covid!, She got covid!, Now she will make sure to come to our father's room" (That had broken me that time) (Ab ho gaya usko!, ho gaya!, Ab to aur ayegi papa ke room me) (with an intention to kill him)(I have been dealing with a tough situation where it affected my marriage the most and I had to voice my needs to them as noone was paying any attention to my needs and I wanted to have a family of my own during that time. It was 2020-21, I was 33)
I was a scared bird, I was so so scared of confrontation previously that she exploited a lot out of me. Their home is in a place where people have never gone out of the city so the thoughts are so weird when they see me doing it! For example : employing a maid! Now Imagine ! Her masis are equally involved. When my mother in law was dead, and the rituals were happening, people flocked and populated our home. MIL had 5 sisters, all of them bombarded in the tiny home! and then one of them started saying, "We didn't even get tea! She gets up at 7!"
I am harmless creature, who has never picked up fights, She is argumentative and of a nature where she has to win always which is through talking. I avoid it. If I talk, by hook or crook she will manipulate so that things are in her favor and last sentence is hers. She even called my parents and said "aap logo ko thoda encourage jitna karte ho aur karna chahiye" without my knowledge , and they were speaking for me! and I was at a different city. That was my tipping point! I came back, ignored her for 3 days finally bursting on her. She argued that "are they nothing for me", I said you are not allowed to call without my knowledge, you have to go through ME!!
Coming to problem:
My sister in law just had a baby who is 6 months now. after my miscarriage! 2-3 days before, she left her phone at our place,and asked to forward a number from her mobile. My husband forwarded it and then sifted through her chats. He got into a chat with their cousin sister where my sister in law described me as
"I stopped you to go and made her (me) to go because she puts evil eye on my kid and my baby has stopped drinking milk, you are of pure heart, but not everyone is like that, we dont know what's going on in other's mind"
"Ary behna! Bura mat maniyo, wo nazar lagati hain HAMESHA, Ab bechari doodh bhi nai peeti dhang se, tera dil to saaf hai, lekin sabka nai hota"
I was aghasted by this chat comment. All I gave was a genuine love for the purest soul who is infront of us!
All I do is my job in the only room at this house. Previously I was so disturbed that I took psychologist's support! Can you believe it! SIL problems to psychologist!! And After she had a baby, she became better I thought so, so I forgave her and interacted, went to her home as well. Then I backtraced and found another incident where I could connect the dots:
I was deliberately asked to prepare tea while at her home, her masi were also there, and her masi said, Let me prepare the tea, and she said I want to have her from only her hands!! (While in kitchen I found it weird but I gave her space and didn't come out), Later in remembered that she was feeding her baby! HOW PATHETIC! I am so so hurt by such things happening around me! One of her masi, couldn't bear children and "her nazar" has been talk of town always, another masi she was seperate from all sisters and minded her own business, she has "money" according to all of them(which is for sure hard earned and they are jealous that she earned, kept up with sasural, she didn't give a f**k to such chalak sisters ) her nazar is considered "killing/deadly"! She has been a very kind person when I met ! So when I heard about them from SIL I couldn't believe she is saying all that about her own masi! and now when I heard something about me all I could think of is 20 years in future people will still not talk to me because I put nazar! I thought of confronting her husband as he is humble , talking to her is exhausting and I feel talking doesn't bring any conclusion. I thought of never going to their home, I don't know how feasible that is, so my action plan is to never handle her baby and comment on her like : "dont put your baby with me, she will get nazar" . Or if her husband asked why are you not coming, then I will reveal. But I don't know I am getting anxious, something has shifted inside me for good.
I know this is a difficult phase of my life and I am trying for pregnancy can't leave this place until his father's death. I had been away from family in past and that made me more depressed and abandoned as my husband is crazy for his father and he left everything for him! So I couldn't even ask him during all these years of my needs. He was faced by his mother's death and an ailing father so naturally he had a reaction. I had survived a very very difficult phase alone, we both had different journeys for past 4 years. God has been very kind that my job was there throughout to support my family!
Any suggestions on how to deal are appreciated.

Greetings, Reddit pre-med community. I have the privilege of choosing between two exceptional programs emphasizing health equity and underserved medicine, but I need help deciding. I recently got accepted to CUSM from the waitlist. A bit about me: I am passionate about pediatrics but very open to exploring other specialties. I'd love to pursue my residency in northern CA so that I can stay close to my support system. I intend to head into medical school with as much of an open mindset as possible. The COA for each school is very similar, but I received a $10k discount from Creighton (Magis Scholarship). I tried my best to gather as much info as possible from current students from each school to create this pros, neutrals, and cons list roughly ranked by personal importance. If some of you are students at either of these schools, please share your thoughts, too! My main question is how much does name recognition matter? Thank you for your assistance, and have a wonderful day!
CUSM:
Pros:

1. More research emphasis with the opportunity for graduating with distinction (MD Scholars program)
2. NBME exams after each block and in-house tests for labs
3. Integrated holistic curriculum with case-based learning facilitated closely by faculty (student-driven)
4. Medical Spanish weekly seminars that follow the same case learned the week prior (I want to become fluent)
5. Student bodies and faculty are very supportive, mainly due to the open office policy and regular 1-1 meetings
6. Option for early clerkships in Year 2. It can be used as a flexible professional development period after year three if I want.
7. Grading system pre-clerkship: P/F

Neutrals:

• Reverse classroom
• M-Th schedule
• Over 80 student organizations to choose from
• Diverse student body in a diverse area
• Nice pediatrics match list into CA this past March (Stanford & UCSF) with nice representation in several competitive specialties

Cons:

1. Less known with a lower reputation nationally
2. Clinical grading is H/HP/P/F

Creighton Phoenix:
Pros:

1. More well-known
2. Integrated holistic curriculum with green and gold tracks and case-based learning
3. Proximity to Phoenix Children’s Hospital
4. Finding community outreach opportunities are no issue (100% of students participate)
5. Magis Scholarship Recipient (one-time $10k award)

Neutrals:

• Faculty teaches
• Quizzes are held in a specific time slot every week (Friday by 2 pm), which helps with work-life balance
• Established name with many student organizations
• Diverse student body in a diverse area
• Nice pediatrics match list into CA this past March (Stanford & UCSF) with nice representation in several competitive specialties

Cons:

1. Primarily in-house quizzes (NBME quizzes for a few units + exams)
2. Research is not much of an emphasis here
3. Scorching summers (I do very poorly with heat)
4. Far from my support system
5. Grading system pre-clerkship: H/P/F

Apes it’s the Feast of Weeks and this is Gods stock. We’ve been building a spirit bomb but it’s not enough, we have to go super saiyan.
DRS IS THE WAY…to infinity and beyond, but even if you don’t believe enough to walk the one way, help support us there.
The moon’s going to be a beautiful launchpad that’s just the start of this power up.
I’ll be back to post DD of more convincing spiritual substance, but I need to rest and if this journey has taught us anything it’s how to run a race that’s a marathon and sprint.
I’m holding past any sale. I ate all the crayons the world offered so we could become an ape army of crowneaters!
This is the planet of the apes, and I will hold this torch through endless storms of red and fields of green. What is dead may never die, but rises
Apes. Tomorrow, and forever we are helldivers. Down is up!! Don’t let the loading orientation of the rocket keep you from boarding before lift off.
Army of Apes Our Crusade of crowneaters The cross is but two lines, one point. That’s the old way, we have no price point, no false finale. Forgot the old treasure map, X marks treasured tendies, we sail for bigger booty. A green planet.
Leave you with this, it’s no coincidence GameStop’s logo is not just power up, but a halo.
This is the Way The Way, of the Relentless Rising Light. Red of Mind. Blue of Body. Purple of Heart. This Life builds the house of the growing flame, our prize, price — licks of love lost
Spread as much as you can pleasure, and the wildfire of a W is afoot !!

Apes it’s the Feast of Weeks and this is Gods stock. We’ve been building a spirit bomb but it’s not enough, we have to go super saiyan.
DRS IS THE WAY…to infinity and beyond, but even if you don’t believe enough to walk the one way, help support us there.
The moon’s going to be a beautiful launchpad that’s just the start of this power up.
I’ll be back to post DD of more convincing spiritual substance, but I need to rest and if this journey has taught us anything it’s how to run a race that’s a marathon and sprint.
I’m holding past any sale. I ate all the crayons the world offered so we could become an ape army of crowneaters!
This is the planet of the apes, and I will hold this torch through endless storms of red and fields of green. What is dead may never die, but rises
Apes. Tomorrow, and forever we are helldivers. Down is up!! Don’t let the loading orientation of the rocket keep you from boarding before lift off.
Army of Apes Our Crusade of crowneaters The cross is but two lines, one point. That’s the old way, we have no price point, no false finale. Forgot the old treasure map, X marks treasured tendies, we sail for bigger booty. A green planet.
Leave you with this, it’s no coincidence GameStop’s logo is not just power up, but a halo.
This is the Way The Way, of the Relentless Rising Light. Red of Mind. Blue of Body. Purple of Heart. This Life builds the house of the growing flame, our prize, price — licks of love lost
Spread as much as you can pleasure, and the wildfire of a W is afoot !!

I signed up for therapy in late December of 2023. My therapist was weirdly hung up on shaming me for not owning a house. At one point I began to suspect that she must run a real estate gig on the side, as the subject was brought up completely unprovoked more than once.
Roughly ten minutes into my first session, my therapist bluntly asked me, "so what's the hold up on buying your own house?" The question came completely out of left field. It had nothing to do with what we were talking about, and her passive aggressive nature about it caught me off guard. I tried to convince myself that she was just trying to be funny, but the joke didn't land.
My second session wasn't too bad, but the vibe was definitely weird. I had this gut feeling that she was being overly critical of everything I said. Once again, I tried to rationalize it. I told myself that I was just reading too deep into it and that she totally wasn't judging me. Then session three came around...
The house issue was brought up again during my third (and final) session with this particular therapist. This time she was more invasive about it. She started asking me about how much money I make at my job and how much money I have saved up. She insisted that I had "enough to buy a house" and even had the nerve to tell me that, "ten years ago [she] quit [her] job and bought a house, so there is no reason [I] can't do the same today."
For the record, I spoke to a mortgage loan officer at a local bank, and I was told that I definitely do not have enough to buy a house.
It was now painfully obvious that my therapist was not just trying to be funny, she was indeed actually judging me. At this point I was already quite irritated, and then she proceeded to say,
"I think your goal in attending therapy should be to become a little more self-sufficient,"
and that made my blood boil. I work a full-time job and pay all my own bills, including my RENT, with the money I earn. Who the hell is this person to make some catty remark about me not being self-sufficient?
I would also like to point out that she made this comment right after I already told her that my goal in attending therapy was to reach a point where relentless and aggressive intrusive thoughts no longer had total control over my life. My therapist flat out dismissed my mental health issues as unimportant in favor of browbeating me for not being a homeowner. That's really awesome.
I told her that her that what she said made me feel like absolute garbage, and she played it off like I was completely irrational and totally in the wrong for being offended. She then proceeded to say that she didn't think she would be able to help me, I might have schizophrenia, and I would probably have to be medicated. She did not attempt to apologize.
Every single person who keeps up with current events will tell you that home prices are soaring to the point that they are becoming laughably unreasonable. Many, many people are currently unable to afford a home. This is an issue that the ENTIRE COUNTRY is dealing with, but my therapist singled me out and acted like I was the only person on earth who doesn't own a house. My current living situation was not even an issue on my mind until this "mental health professional" went out of her way to make sure I felt ashamed of it. I'm still fuming over this. I was searching for help with my mental health, and I wound up leaving therapy feeling WORSE! The issues I sought therapy for in the first place went unresolved, and now I'm also paranoid that I'm being judged for not owning a house!
I honestly don't know what to expect from posting this. I have had this buzzing around in my head for so long. I thought that maybe talking about my experience and receiving input from outsiders looking in would help me process it.

Hello everyone.
I(24F) still live with my parents due to a housing crisis going on in my city. I have recently accepted a higher paying job, so I will hopefully be able to move out soon though!
My mother(50ish) has always been the type to never be bored or sitting down, she ALWAYS has to be doing something, to the point she has been neglectful of her health. She went into the hospital in early December, and was there for 2 weeks(even though she had been sick since October but refused to see a doctor, even after our whole family begged her to) and has been home ever since unable to return to work due to her jobs physical nature( she was on oxygen fulltime, but is now only on it at night while sleeping or walking long distances.)
Ever since then, she has become very reliant on me and my dad. At first we did everything we could for her, because we knew how hard it was for her, but now she has improved she is still asking for all these little things.
If she sees me or my dad sitting down, even if we had just gotten home from work she will ask us to do something, and it's always the same line of ," Can you do me a favor?" It can literally be anything from getting her a drink, handing her phone from the counter, ect. Sometimes she even manipulates us into doing something, there has been several times we're she has asked one of us into a room only for her to ask that we do something for her(like helping her clean out the cabinets she already cleaned out and reorganized the month before, or one time she asked me to help her clean the yard even though we had literally spent the whole day at an amusement park exhausted ). One time she even offered to take me out to lunch, and then it ended up being a full day of shopping because she was looking for a very specific cup, which I wouldn't have minded doing if she had just told me in the first place.
My time at home is spent constantly hearing my name get called, or being guilt tripped for not wanting to do something for her or hang our with her.
She can't seem to do anything alone anymore either. If I am home, she is always calling me to be where ever she is, even if she is just staring at her phone watching Facebook reels, or folding her laundry, and if im not home she latches onto my dad.
I have tried to get her to go out, enjoy herself while she is recovering because I know how much she misses work, but she refuses to see anyone because she doesn't like being seen wearing oxygen by people she knows. I've tried to talk to her about therapy as well, because she has been through so much, but she refuses that as well.
Does anyone have any advice on how I can set up better boundaries or perhaps even talk to her?