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Hello!
I am a sped para and I’m looking for something like this that allows for custom scheduling that can be hung on the wall that is also difficult for students to change.
Amazon link for comparison here!
My thoughts were something maybe with button or velcro closures or where the cards are slid in the side. I have two non-verbal students with lots of support needs who I think would benefit from a better visual schedule than what we have, but I know they’ll try to move around activities or get rid of ones they don’t want to do in hopes of earlier recess or free time.
They thrive on really strong structure so I want something that can’t be easily switched around during the day so they can see what is coming and get a better sense of how long each activity takes, but everything I have found would be really easy for them to get into.
I want it to be adjustable (but with some extra steps to change out so I can redirect them before they start pulling cards out) so it can be used when schedules are adjusted for new therapies or school years, and so I can flip over completed activities so they can visually see how close they are to recesses, lunch, and going home.
Has anyone seen anything like what I’m describing? If I can’t find something I plan on making some, but I wanted to go the easier route first if possible 😅
Thanks in advance!!

I’ve been questioning if I am on the spectrum for years now ever since I saw people discuss it on YouTube. I’ve tended to think “okay, well everyone has these ‘signs’ of autism.” Looking at the DSM, I don’t qualify because I wouldn’t ay social deficits have impaired me.
Or have they? I know I have social anxiety. But I can’t necessarily pinpoint why I have it. I relate to influencers with autism who discuss having to think about their facial expressions and constantly trying to assess if they are coming off as normal in social situations. I have that 100%, so I am wondering if it puts me on the spectrum because I really do have to do extra work and calculating in social settings and it is exhausting. I feel like naturally I would not change my facial expression much in conversations but I’ve been told by people that it seems like I’m evaluating them so I purposely try to make appropriate facial expressions to show engagement and empathy. I do consider myself empathetic but it’s not actually natural for me to show that empathy with my face. I think about what the person is sharing, and I can feel their painful emotion, but that does not transmute naturally to a congruent facial expression, maybe there is some repression I do. I feel like naturally my face would either show no emotion reflected back, or tears in my eyes, which I would try to repress because I do think my tears would be helpful in certain situations.
I was very quiet in 1st and 2nd grade and I felt shame when my mom asked me why I didn’t have any friends. By 3rd grade I became overly talkative and I think by 4th grade onwards I figured out the appropriate amount of talking. By 3rd grade on onwards I always had a best friend too, and having a best friend made it much easier for me to be happy and less stressed in social settings.
Idk, saying I’ve always had friends since 3rd grade makes me feel like, okay so my social deficits weren’t so bad. But even when I had friends I would observe my peers and their behaviors often and now I don’t know if that’s normal or if that was me learning how to mask. I really struggled talking to people casually who I wasn’t already friends with unless I was meeting them through friends.
I do dive deep into hobbies and have intense phases, like knitting, rubicks cubes, the only show I watch the past few years is Ru Paul’s drag race. I like to eat the same foods every day.
I am usually burnt out by the end of the work day.
So I feel like I meet some criteria but I don’t know if it’s actually enough to consider myself in the spectrum, so I thought I’d share and get some feedback from people who may know more than me!

This is going to be long so buckle up. How do I make friends? Starting out with the classic saying: “I’ve always had trouble making friends.” From kindergarten up to 10th grade I’ve had trouble in social aspects. Ive been through the classic “girl-with-no-friends” scenarios: bullying (although it was mild), having to walk behind the group on the sidewalk or the grass, being ostracized by classmates and peers, no one waiting for you to tie your shoe laces, not getting invited, no one showing up for your birthday party, people talking about plans right in front of you, having no one pick you first to partner up with, sitting for days (not hours, days) without a single text or call from a friend. Etc.
However, my junior and senior year of high school changed somewhat drastically. The summer before my junior year I read a bunch of books (none of them I read through entirely) about social skills and people-smarts. Then once school rolled around, I put into practice what I had learned. For the first time ever I could say that I was getting invited to things, had a diverse group of friends, and felt included, at times I even felt like the group leader, and most of all, all those people I genuinely enjoyed hanging out with. The summer after my junior year I attended an international summer camp where I got decently popular and made friends from all over the world. My senior year I didn’t try as hard to make friends. I figured, “eh, I accomplished my goal last year and now I know I can do it, let’s just relax this year.” However, despite not putting in as much of a conscious effort to make friends, I still had quite a handful and even made new ones that year. Whilst in those two years, I definitely experienced a change that I was grateful and relieved for, I still was still a long way from where I wanted to be in my social skills, but the change was nice and was a boost in my self confidence.
Then my freshman year of college rolled around, and everything seemed to turn to shit. I was having trouble making friends that year and now looking back at it, I have narrowed it down to a few possible reasons:

1. The first few weeks of college was when everyone was the most keen to socializing. However, I had to cut ties with a friend that I had liked romantically for about two year (long story.) This left me rather upset and therefore I did not have the energy to socialize.
   
2. The few times I did try to socialize those first few weeks in college, I might have come off too strong. By the end of the first week, it felt like everyone already had a friend group, so admittedly, I was desperate. And I know from my own experience that desperation can be a huge red flag both in friendships and relationships.
   
3. Socializing in general is not second nature to me. It takes up a lot of my energy, heightens my anxiety, and can leave me feeling drained. Between the transition from home to college and the emotional stress that comes with it, perhaps I did not have the mental capacity to fully socialize to the best of my ability.
   
4. I was focused on finding the wrong people. For some reason, the minute I got to college the first thing on my mind was party, I wanted to experience a party for the first time. (Also, whilst my school is not considered a party school, partying is a big part of socializing at my school) However, the people that I met that did party were definitely not my people. There wasn’t much we could bond over. Whilst they drank and got high I was too scared to do so. While they had the energy to go out every. Single. Weekend. I did not have the energy for that. Not to mention our morals and values didn’t really line up, which I think is important for choosing friends. I am not a party person, occasionally I enjoy a party, but more often then not, id rather do something else. Perhaps those first few weeks in college, I was focused on attracting a group that wasn’t mine.
   
5. As previously said, my college has a big party atmosphere, I’ve noticed that the most “popular” or well-known people at my college are the ones who party a lot. After partying didn’t work however, I decided to try clubs, only problem was, the majority of the clubs at my school are dead or inactive. This left me with not many options.
   

Anyway, after months of either trying, not trying hard enough, or trying too much (I honestly can’t you which one I did) I kinda just gave up. Which is my own fault yes. But by then I was exhausted and completely over making friends. I felt so discouraged and hopeless. So hopeless, that even now, the idea of transferring is something I’m considering. Now that freshman year is over, the only real friend I’ve made so far is my boyfriend (as sad as that sounds) he and I were in somewhat similar social situations and that lead us to spending practically every minute of every day together.
In this post, I’m asking two basic questions:

1. how do I make friends, not just “college-situation-exclusive”, but in general, how do I make friends? Surely I wasn’t just destined to experience just two years of having friends that that’s it right?
   
2. Why have I had so much trouble making friends in the past and even now?
   

In terms of #2, Ive come up with some possible explanations:

- 1. For some context, I am a minority, specifically Asian. However, all my life I have lived in a very, like VERY, white-dominated state with very little minorities. My college is deeper in my state and, as a result, has has even less diversity (especially asian diversity.) I have a few scenarios that might help support this argument. Firstly, my boyfriend is also I minority, although he is not asian, and as previously stated, he has had a very similar social experience to me. I am not claiming that my entire school is racist or that I’ve been hate-crimed or anything. But i’ve noticed that in groups with more diversity, I tend to do better socially. For example, the summer of my senior year, I took a cruise that boarded out of a very diverse area. People of my age, and of all difference backgrounds and races were there. When surrounded by a diverse group of people, I thrived socially and made a ton of friends on that cruise. Another example is when I went to that international summer camp. Again, lots of diversity in culture, race, ethnicity, etc. Finally my friend groups junior and senior year (the years that I did best socially) were mostly made up of foreign exchange students. I seemed to thrive socially there as well. In general I have noticed when I am taken out of my home-state and put in a state with more diversity, I am treated bette can make more friends. - 2. The school that I am currently going to is a public university. On top of that it is a school that is mostly sports focused and not very academic focused. I personally am academic focused. To be honest, I’ve yet to find many people at my school who care about their education. It seems like a lot of the people at my school are just there for the college experience. Whilst that’s fully in there right, I’ve noticed that I, along with the majority or people, get along best with people that have goals and priorities that are similar to mine, and I suppose this difference could be a reason why I’ve had trouble making friends. Ive noticed that when I am placed with people who care about their education or their future I get along better with them and this has been a repeating pattern all throughout my life. - 3. Diverse or not, I find that I do better socially when I’m in a more city-like area, this has also been a repeating pattern thought out my life. My college, and my entire state for that matter is mostly rural countryside. -4. I am definitely not an expert but I do have diagnosed ADHD and I have heard that it can impact one’s ability to make friends, so maybe that plays a part? 

Anyway, these are all just possible explanations based on my life experiences. I am going into my sophomore year of college and I don’t want it to be like the previous year. I want to make friends and have a normal friendship experience both out and in of college. If anyone has any advice for me or have had similar experiences that ended well, letting me know would be so much appreciated : D

So this isn't actually my story, but this is a story about my cousin, and I would like to help give her the best advice possible, so I'm coming here to see if I can get any further insight. (We are all in our early to mid twenties.)
My cousin Jane has been dating her boyfriend off and on throughout highschool and college an they are currently planning their wedding. Janes little sister Marsha (Female 19) got pregnant when she was very young and is pregnant with her third child, Marsha and her husband Ethan got married at some point between kid 1 and two. Kid one was a boy and kid 2 was a girl.
Jane and her almost husband don't have kids but plan to after they get married, and they have had baby names picked out FOREVER, they have a whole list of baby names for girls, but they only had one name picked for a future boy. Jane is so attached to this name and wants kids so badly in the next couple years that she has started buying little things here and there with this name on it if she sees it. And she has not made it a secret that she wants the name, if people ask what names she has in mind for the future she will tell them.
A little more back story to Jane, she is genuinely the most selfless person I have ever met. Her family comes first in everything, to the point where they take advantage of her. Shes missed classes, school events, trips with friends all at the drop of a hat to help her family. If her family asked for her to donate a kidney I have no doubt that she would volunteer instantly. Jane has almost never asked anything of her family.
Here is where shit went down. Before marsha and than found out the sex of the baby they were toying with the idea of giving the child the name that she had picked out for her possible baby. Jane stayed quiet not wanting to say anything because she didn't want to have stirred the pot if it was a girl and her name is not in danger.
Three days ago they found out the sex (a boy), and told jane two days ago that they were going to give the child the name. She was hurt and said something along the lines of 'hey I didn't want to mention it before but this is the name my fiance and I have had picked out for years and is the only name we have both wanted for years. Its the only name for a boy that I love, can you at least think about it?"
They agreed to think about it and called her less than 24 hours later and told her in short that they would not be considering any other names, because for the past three days they've been thinking of him as this name and couldn't consider any other names because they "just knew" and her sister said "when you become a mother you'll know how it feels" and "its just a name, you can pick a new one, its not that important" and that she is "more than welcome to name her kid that name as well in the future"
Janes entire family is now saying that she shouldn't have brought it up because its "just a name" and that its not that important. All this time jane is hurt because if its not that important to them, why can't they just not use the name. And to add onto it they are now claiming that no one had any idea that she wanted that name which is not true in the slightest, she has wanted to name a child that since she was in highschool, and has mentioned it many times to friends and family.
TLDR - Jane has had this name picked out for years, her little sister is having her third child and has decided that she is going to use that name claiming its "just a name" after jane asked them to reconsider.
Who do you think should get the name? How do you think it should be handled?

I’m 37F, he’s 42M. We dated previously and broke up 4 years ago. Our relationship was good- but timing was off due to Covid starting and those weird dynamics back then, one of us moving, work schedules, family obligations— it became ineffective and somewhat one-sided, so we called it quits a little after a year. Unfortunately I fell into a big anxious depression after that as I was madly in love with him. Small town living so we do bump into each other occasionally. I avoided him for years because I would literally start to shake and my heart-rate would skyrocket when I saw him.
Somehow, last year, we reconnected. I was finally able to be face to face with him, chat, hug, smile.. he made a few flirty moves and I was very closed off to the idea.
Well a few months later, we hung out. He apologized out of the blue, very unexpected, for how he hurt me and wasn’t available to me as his gf in the way he should’ve been. It was such a beautiful moment that I never expected to get. And that turned into a few weeks of hanging out and being intimate before I moved away. We were only intimate a handful of times as I pulled back and told him I didn’t want to become FWB with him given our history, and that I was afraid of being right back where I was years ago, anxiously in love with an unavailable guy. His response was that he could see something long-term with me, but that timing didn’t seem right on my end this time since I was leaving the state within weeks.
Well.. we stayed in touch very superficially, and I came back to town this week- 6 months after last seeing him. I’ll be around for 3-4 months. I asked him if he wanted to grab a drink, which turned into being with him for 17 hours including spending the night and getting intimate again.
I thought I could ease into spending time with him sporadically and see what it might lead to. Unfortunately, while laying and chatting with him, I felt that feeling again- just looking at him and melting into his arms and wanting to tell him “I love you.” This isn’t just any kind of love. I feel things for this man that I’ve never felt for anyone else before, including an ex fiance. There’s something about this guy that I genuinely am absolutely captivated by. I’ve adored him since the day we met.
Anyway. I left his house in the morning and tried to keep my excitement about it in check. I want to believe it won’t affect me if it doesn’t lead to anything. But in the last couple of days I’ve realized I really can’t allow myself to get attached to him again unless I know for certain he’s all in.
So, here’s my problem. I don’t want to rush. I don’t want to put pressure on him or give him an ultimatum. That being said though, I also feel like I need to have this conversation with him about how I feel, and hopefully not come on too strongly. I just know myself, and I know my wounds and past traumas, and I so badly do not want to spiral into an anxious attachment again. I listen to podcasts and read on the topic often. I try so hard to manage my PTSD, but at the end of the day, it does still exist and is a work in progress. I don’t need to hear from him all day every day, but I can’t allow myself to fall deeper in love with him if he’s not on the same page.
I would love to give this a real chance. I’m open and honest and value communication. I know he has a love for me as well, I just don’t know how much and I really don’t have the capacity to wait around while questioning his level of commitment or intention. I do think he may be seeing someone else casually at this time, and considering I was just out of state for 6 months, I can’t fault him for that.
How do you approach this? Would it be ludicrous of me to tell him I would like to date him exclusively and see where it goes? I feel like my other option is to cut him out again, and for good.
Anything I look up about exes seems to be gimmicky “how to get your ex back” but I feel like I’m in a different category here considering we’re older, YEARS post breakup, and actually having a great time with quality time and great conversation. HELP!

This is going to be long so buckle up. Starting out with the classic saying: “I’ve always had trouble making friends.” From kindergarten up to 10th grade I’ve had trouble in social aspects. Ive been through the classic “girl-with-no-friends” scenarios: bullying (although it was mild), having to walk behind the group on the sidewalk or the grass, being ostracized by classmates and peers, no one waiting for you to tie your shoe laces, not getting invited, no one showing up for your birthday party, people talking about plans right in front of you, having no one pick you first to partner up with, sitting for days (not hours, days) without a single text or call from a friend. Etc.
However, my junior and senior year of high school changed somewhat drastically. The summer before my junior year I read a bunch of books (none of them I read through entirely) about social skills and people-smarts. Then once school rolled around, I put into practice what I had learned. For the first time ever I could say that I was getting invited to things, had a diverse group of friends, and felt included, at times I even felt like the group leader, and most of all, all those people I genuinely enjoyed hanging out with. The summer after my junior year I attended an international summer camp where I got decently popular and made friends from all over the world. My senior year I didn’t try as hard to make friends. I figured, “eh, I accomplished my goal last year and now I know I can do it, let’s just relax this year.” However, despite not putting in as much of a conscious effort to make friends, I still had quite a handful and even made new ones that year. Whilst in those two years, I definitely experienced a change that I was grateful and relieved for, I still was still a long way from where I wanted to be in my social skills, but the change was nice and was a boost in my self confidence.
Then my freshman year of college rolled around, and everything seemed to turn to shit. I was having trouble making friends that year and now looking back at it, I have narrowed it down to a few possible reasons:

1. The first few weeks of college was when everyone was the most keen to socializing. However, I had to cut ties with a friend that I had liked romantically for about two year (long story.) This left me rather upset and therefore I did not have the energy to socialize.
   
2. The few times I did try to socialize those first few weeks in college, I might have come off too strong. By the end of the first week, it felt like everyone already had a friend group, so admittedly, I was desperate. And I know from my own experience that desperation can be a huge red flag both in friendships and relationships.
   
3. Socializing in general is not second nature to me. It takes up a lot of my energy, heightens my anxiety, and can leave me feeling drained. Between the transition from home to college and the emotional stress that comes with it, perhaps I did not have the mental capacity to fully socialize to the best of my ability.
   
4. I was focused on finding the wrong people. For some reason, the minute I got to college the first thing on my mind was party, I wanted to experience a party for the first time. (Also, whilst my school is not considered a party school, partying is a big part of socializing at my school) However, the people that I met that did party were definitely not my people. There wasn’t much we could bond over. Whilst they drank and got high I was too scared to do so. While they had the energy to go out every. Single. Weekend. I did not have the energy for that. Not to mention our morals and values didn’t really line up, which I think is important for choosing friends. I am not a party person, occasionally I enjoy a party, but more often then not, id rather do something else. Perhaps those first few weeks in college, I was focused on attracting a group that wasn’t mine.
   
5. As previously said, my college has a big party atmosphere, I’ve noticed that the most “popular” or well-known people at my college are the ones who party a lot. After partying didn’t work however, I decided to try clubs, only problem was, the majority of the clubs at my school are dead or inactive. This left me with not many options.
   

Anyway, after months of either trying, not trying hard enough, or trying too much (I honestly can’t you which one I did) I kinda just gave up. Which is my own fault yes. But by then I was exhausted and completely over making friends. I felt so discouraged and hopeless. So hopeless, that even now, the idea of transferring is something I’m considering. Now that freshman year is over, the only real friend I’ve made so far is my boyfriend (as sad as that sounds) he and I were in somewhat similar social situations and that lead us to spending practically every minute of every day together.
In this post, I’m asking two basic questions:

1. how do I make friends, not just “college-situation-exclusive”, but in general, how do I make friends? Surely I wasn’t just destined to experience just two years of having friends that that’s it right?
   
2. Why have I had so much trouble making friends in the past and even now?
   

In terms of #2, Ive come up with some possible explanations:

- 1. For some context, I am a minority, specifically Asian. However, all my life I have lived in a very, like VERY, white-dominated state with very little minorities. My college is deeper in my state and, as a result, has has even less diversity (especially asian diversity.) I have a few scenarios that might help support this argument. Firstly, my boyfriend is also I minority, although he is not asian, and as previously stated, he has had a very similar social experience to me. I am not claiming that my entire school is racist or that I’ve been hate-crimed or anything. But i’ve noticed that in groups with more diversity, I tend to do better socially. For example, the summer of my senior year, I took a cruise that boarded out of a very diverse area. People of my age, and of all difference backgrounds and races were there. When surrounded by a diverse group of people, I thrived socially and made a ton of friends on that cruise. Another example is when I went to that international summer camp. Again, lots of diversity in culture, race, ethnicity, etc. Finally my friend groups junior and senior year (the years that I did best socially) were mostly made up of foreign exchange students. I seemed to thrive socially there as well. In general I have noticed when I am taken out of my home-state and put in a state with more diversity, I am treated bette can make more friends. - 2. The school that I am currently going to is a public university. On top of that it is a school that is mostly sports focused and not very academic focused. I personally am academic focused. To be honest, I’ve yet to find many people at my school who care about their education. It seems like a lot of the people at my school are just there for the college experience. Whilst that’s fully in there right, I’ve noticed that I, along with the majority or people, get along best with people that have goals and priorities that are similar to mine, and I suppose this difference could be a reason why I’ve had trouble making friends. Ive noticed that when I am placed with people who care about their education or their future I get along better with them and this has been a repeating pattern all throughout my life. - 3. Diverse or not, I find that I do better socially when I’m in a more city-like area, this has also been a repeating pattern thought out my life. My college, and my entire state for that matter is mostly rural countryside. -4. I am definitely not an expert but I do have diagnosed ADHD and I have heard that it can impact one’s ability to make friends, so maybe that plays a part? 

Anyway, these are all just possible explanations based on my life experiences. I am going into my sophomore year of college and I don’t want it to be like the previous year. I want to make friends and have a normal friendship experience both out and in of college. If anyone has any advice for me or have had similar experiences that ended well, letting me know would be so much appreciated : D

I’ll give a small autobiography before I talk too much about Solchan and its future. I’m a 19-year-old college kid from Lake Worth, Florida. I major in philosophy and I love asking myself really hard questions and I’m always looking to do what is best for myself and my community. I don’t have a luxurious life but I thank my single mom for everything I have in my life although it may be simple. I bought Solchan on its first day so you already know I'm at least slightly retarded (or a genius). I lost like 9k (all my money at the time) on the stock market and then was introduced to crypto, Solana specifically, where I made over $4k unrealized gains on my first day off a $100 investment in a coin called $MYRE. Needless to say, I thought I would be a millionaire by putting in no effort and investing in shitcoins, I proceeded to get rug-pulled around 20 times in a row. I’ve always had high conviction but no coins ever went through with their “promised” plans.
After turning around 8k into $550 by believing false promises and being too gullible I found Solchan on one fateful night. I saw the website and thought it would be a good short-term investment (before I saw how awesome Kuro was). Then, overnight my $550 within 3-4 days was around $100 and I felt down on myself. I checked the telegram and the site and I see it’s still being worked on, Kuro is still grinding at his 20k mkt cap coin at the time. That's when I realized Kuro actually cared about his project and had a real vision that he wanted to accomplish. Now, around 21 days since then, after being involved with the community and the team I can safely say that Kuro and his team are SO passionate about this project. Mystic has been brainstorming and assembling a team relentlessly for the past two weeks, this guy is 100% hyper-fixated on making Solchan succeed.
Right now my holdings sit around $13,000 (24x from the initial, and over 130x from the lowest point) although I know this can go so much further. I know I’ve mentioned this on my thread (the posting every day until 100M mkt cap one) that I will be holding strong the whole way to the top. I might as well change the thread's goal to 1B market cap because I have complete conviction in this project.
I cannot stress this enough, Solchan has the most productive and generous community I’ve seen. Since inception, we have already SNS integration (custom names displayed on Solchan), sent out 3 successful airdrops, better UI, larger file capacity, larger servers, and tipping is on the verge of releasing. The team is open to ANYONE’S ideas, this is not some elitist cabal ready to dump on the heads of its investors. We want and need community input to make Solchan great. The product is YOU, whoever is reading this, your uniqueness and social interaction are what Solchan survives on. In this age where everything is a cash grab, we need to add the human aspect back into so-fi. I know this story about some random kid on the internet might not convince you to join Solchan, but being part of something greater than yourself will. Solchan will bring back the nostalgic early-mid 2000s internet age, where people could have fun, shitpost, say crazy shit, exchange ideas, learn about one another, and most of all, ACTUALLY enjoy their time on the internet. Solchan has helped out people in rough spots, people who made a bad decision and sold were gifted coins from our benevolent whales.
Solchan is a movement, I cannot encompass its aura in 1,000 words or 100,000 words. Go on there and add your own personality to the mix, add your own thoughts and ideas, and bring back healthy human interaction to the internet.

Hi Everyone,
Sorry to be a bother, I have been dealing with this issue for a while. Over the last 3 1/2 to 4 years I have been noticing that the urge to urinate and the frequency of urination has been slowly but steadily increasing.
I am now up to going probably 10-20 times a day and 1-3 times a night. I have also noticed that I am now leaking gradually during the day. It’s generally just enough to make the front of my underwear damp to slightly wet by the end of the day.
The need to go is also increasing. I have gone from having an hour plus to get to the toilet. Now at times I’m down to probably 15 minutes tops.
I commute an hour to work and today when I got home and got out of the car I leaked to the point that I had a viable stain down the leg of my pants.
I spoke with my doctor a month back and he thought it might be constipation or prostate related. Both came back clean.
I’m headed for acupuncture, an osteopath appointment and a doctor follow up.
I’m 40 years old, so not that old… lol. Does anyone have any advise? I ordered some light incontinence products, my wife is a nurse and very supportive. Is there anything else I can do or should be doing? What is the progression like on something like this?
So far the doctor has ruled out diabetes and prostate. Is there anything else that should be checked? Any advise would be appreciated.

Been an alpha tester, ets server, and all that fun jazz since 2016. Ets came a bit later.
Comparing the two Betas, it's hands down ABI that wins. Let me explain.
5 things that make ABI infinitely better than tarky at any stage.

1. A beginner tutorial. That saves me half an hour per friend to explain everything. Likely saving me days of talking in the long run.
   
2. Quick buy, quick heal, and quick sell. Once you get into the swing of what you want/need. You're barely playing tetris or in the menu at all.
   
3. Batch selling. Want to sell it all? Gg's spam F.
   
4. Rolling up backpacks and rigs.
   
5. MATCHING. No lfg crap. Just jump in with random and no TK's.
   

There is so much more, but these 5 really hit the sweet spot for me. So many things I've wanted since Factory was the only map. And the recent drama with "oh someone stole code". I'll end it with a single sentence.
If I steal something that's broken, and then it works when I show it off, did I really steal something, or take an existing design and impove on it?
Was toilet paper stealing code from leaves?
Was cheese stealing code from milk?
Come on.

Planet	Period
Jupiter (Fruitful)	05:38 AM - 06:43 AM
Mars (Aggressive)	06:43 AM - 07:48 AM
Sun (Vigorous)	07:48 AM - 08:54 AM
Venus (Beneficial)	08:54 AM - 09:59 AM
Mercury (Quick)	09:59 AM - 11:04 AM
Moon (Gentle)	11:04 AM - 12:10 PM
Saturn (Sluggish)	12:10 PM - 01:15 PM
Jupiter (Fruitful)	01:15 PM - 02:20 PM
Mars (Aggressive)	02:20 PM - 03:26 PM
Sun (Vigorous)	03:26 PM - 04:31 PM
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What is Hora?

Hora Chakra can be used to find suitable timings. Hora, derived from the Sanskrit term अहोरात्र, represents the duration between two sunrises. The concept of Hora is also present in Spanish, where it means time. There are seven distinct Hora, which rotate in a fixed cycle, making up 24 Hora in a day and night. This system helps individuals choose a favorable Muhurta or a period.

The seven Hora are associated with specific activities and gemstones:

1. Sun Hora (Surya Hora): Ideal for political work, court dealings, and government jobs. Most effective on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. Good for wearing Manik (ruby) jewel.
2. Venus Hora (Shukra Hora): Recommended for love, romance, and artistic activities. Most effective on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. Good for wearing Opal or diamond.
3. Mercury Hora (Budha Hora): Suitable for education, learning, and travel. Most effective on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. Good for wearing Panna (emerald) jewel.
4. Moon Hora (Chandra Hora): Appropriate for most activities, especially gardening, food, and feminine work. Most effective on Monday and Thursday. Good for wearing Moti (pearl).
5. Saturn Hora (Shani Hora): Recommended for activities involving oil, lead, glass, and iron, but not for tasks requiring speed. Most effective on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. Good for wearing Neelam (sapphire) and Gomed (hessonite) jewels.
6. Jupiter Hora (Guru Hora): Suitable for most auspicious activities, financial tasks, and spiritual activities. Most effective on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. Good for wearing Pukharaj (yellow sapphire) jewel.
7. Mars Hora (Mangal Hora): Ideal for bravery, sports, and construction work. Most effective on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. Good for wearing Moonga (red coral) and Lahasuniya (cat's eye) jewels.

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I’m a 19 year old university student living with my family for the summer and I am miserable. I don’t feel welcomed or like I belong here. Why? 1. I struggle with depression and want to see the doctor to get a referral for therapy. I told my mom this and she just shut me down and said it’s really hard to get a referral. Meanwhile my 16 year old sister’s anxiety is taken seriously. Her anxiety affects her daily life. My depression affects mine too. I know I can book my own appointment but the fact that I was just dismissed is what pisses me off. 2. My 13 year old brother has no respect for me whatsoever. Every day I am mocked, made fun of, belittled, and told to shut up. I don’t even know what I did. I’m always nice to him. Yes, I know siblings bicker and all but I’m the only one who gets treated like this. 3. I feel like I have nothing in common with anyone here. My mom is extremely religious and I’m atheist. My siblings are both in sports and I’m not. When it’s dinner time I say nothing because what the hell am I going to talk about? I hate it here and I don’t know what i’m going to do for the next 3-4 months. I am in the process of getting a job and I have friends, but haven’t been able to make plans due to busy work schedules. I am so done. I just want to go back to my dorm.

hi! i have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for about 5 months now, we were situationship-y for like 4 months prior to that though.
i have depression and anxiety (not diagnosed) and ocd tendencies, and just general lots of self hatred, i have like basically no identity and i repeat mantras like “i am not a person” all the time. idk why, ive always been like that. i was in therapy but my therapist basically just said i was fine and because im in college and the summer started, we had to stop seeing each other anyways. i am also on antidepressants.
okay but anyway. i dont rlly make friends easily and so even tho i try to meet new people and keep in touch with friends and do activities often, even while i am at college i can basically only talk to my bf. i try to keep up with friends and not let friendships die even tho i am consistently the only one putting in effort. but the only person i can consistently talk to is my bf.
we go to the same school and started as roommates before we started dating. we are still roommates its just summer now and we are going to be roommates in the fall as well.
anyway im not sure if im too obsessed with him cuz 1) i dont really have many hobbies/interests/goals ever, so i always just default to whatever he or my parents want, and if i dont know for sure i guess and do that. this means that basically everything i do, whether my bf is there or not is kinda for him. i went to therapy and got on medication for him, i started taking art classes at college because hes an art major, the youtube videos i watch are things i think he would be interested in, etc etc. 2) i have chosen him over my future before. we were talking about if we would room together next year, he is a senior and i am a junior. and he said that if i were going to do study abroad in the spring next year he would want to get a single instead of room with me because when i would do study abroad he would have a random roommate. so i gave up doing study abroad then (i might be able to another time, but i dont know) so that i could room with him. 3) hes just kinda all i think abt. like we r sorta long distance now, so i just am constantly waiting for a text from him or thinking of a way i could get his attention. even when we were together i would constantly be thinking abt when i would see him next or if he would text me or smth. idk. i also would have to force myself to choose seeing other ppl over spending time with him. like i would eat lunch with my friends because i know its healthy and good to maintain friendships, but i didnt rlly care. its just what i was supposed to do, i would have preferred to spend time w him.
okay yeah those are honestly the two main things. i think just in general i prioritize his opinion on everything over mine, idk. i do think i have a good amount of hobbies, i only engage in hobbies because its a way to help depression and my bf wants me to but like. i bake and cook regularly, i play minecraft often ish, i read pretty much everyday, i've gotten really into stretching/yoga recently, and i've been cleaning a lot now that im back at home and idk if that counts as a hobby but its definitely smth to do. but it never rlly makes me feel any better because im still miserable, im just doing it cuz my bf said if i dont put effort into getting better he would break up w me lol. that was before i went to therapy and got on meds tho, idk. he says those have helped but i feel exactly the same, i stopped some really concerning behaviors, but i still want to every day and i only dont because he doesnt want me to. idk, i still think about him 24/7, like, no matter what i am doing.
also its not a sexism gender thing. we are both afab and transmasc, i just find him more masculine than me even tho neither of us have rlly transitioned. we r gay men tho.

Probably gonna get a no. I put a PIP assessment claim in February, they rang me for a month. I couldn’t face it . Please before you judge me, I can’t bare to face my own problems. Doing the assessment was gruelling on its own and then I just avoided it. Now I see that I am financially losing because of my health. I have mental health and scoliosis. The scoliosis affects my day to day life in every single way even though it is minor. I tried to withdraw my pip because I was so paranoid I didn’t have enough evidence and I was encouraged to go ahead. Then I didn’t answer the calls. I researched and conducted my answers so true to myself and I don’t have copies of my own answers, that’s why I didn’t answer the calls because I prepare so far ahead for everything and the fact I don’t have my own notes and answers for reference stopped me answering.
They sent me letters for good reason to ignore, lo and behold I ignored them too. I self harmed really badly in December to the point where my life was endangered. Pip recommended I told my doctor about this, I don’t have the guts to ring and casually mention it. I’ve emailed PIP to ask if they can consider my claim based on my application answers.
I know it sounds like a story with no answer. But my question is, what so I do? I don’t have my own answers for reference so on the phone assessment I was booked I’d just jumble and probably say crap to get out of the question. I have nobody in my life besides my partner who can vouch for me but he too has difficulties and impairments and we’ve both mutually come to the conclusion that it’s not an environment where he’d be able to be 100% because of his problems. I’m alone in this, I can’t vouch for myself. I have nobody around me that I can ask to speak for me. What the hell can I do? I’ve been told for years to apply for this and now I have it feels like a bloody police interrogation. I have bad mental health and self harm on my record how is getting on the phone going to make me communicate any justice for myself?
Please HELP. Advice

The imposter syndrome is strong with this one. If there is more suitable subs, please send me there!
I had surgery ten days ago to remove a large tumor (massive! volume of 5 liters / 1,3 gallons) along with the ovary it grew from. Laparotomy, vertical incision with 15 cm / 5.9 inch. What send me to the ER was painful constipation with no other symptoms, had ultrasound done, my tumor was operated on undiagnosed, I was given about a 60-65 % chance that it would be benign.
Spoiler alert: it wasn't. I was at my post-op check-up yesterday and the pathology reports had indicated cancer. Stage 1 grade A dysgerminoma. Apparently, that means surgery and then you're done. However, as is standard apparently (I'm in Germany), they send all samples to a second lab. Also, I have a CT scheduled to check for metastasis. If both of these come back clear, I'm good (70-80% chance of that). If either indicate something other than stage 1A or show metastasis, it's chemo / radiation and the whole nine yards.
I'm still processing and don't know how to handle this. The uncertainty and waiting is certainly a problem. The bigger one is the suddenness. Even if everything is gone now with surgery, then I still /was/ a cancer patient. I would be a survivor without having knowingly fought any war. I was told there was a war fought and that I had most likely survived it all in the span of two minutes. All the social implications (urgh, the pity! the worry!!), the life-long higher risk of other cancers, the regular check-ups, etc. now suddenly apply to me without me having had time to process even being sick. Does that make sense?
It is like someone randomly approaching me on the street telling me I've won a marathon and can now carry that medal around, I will have life-long sore muscles and brittle bones from it, and there might be a chance I did actually break a leg (testing needs to be done, please stand by) - but I didn't even know I was running the race.
Am I not focused on the right things? My doctors seemed surprised I wasn't crying or distraught. I think it was shock - but what was my reaction supposed to be like, especially to the first, better scenario?
I'm 29, female, generally of good health (average fitness, eating well with the exception of too much candy, no smoking), no previous illnesses except for anxiety disorder, just one case of cancer in the extended family.

There's a fine line between maintaining security and infringing on personal freedoms—and it seems the Financial Action Task Force (FATF) might be crossing it. Established in 1989 to combat money laundering and terrorist financing, FATF has morphed into a formidable influence on global financial policies, often pushing countries toward more restrictive practices. Recently, it's been making waves in the cryptocurrency world, particularly affecting Bitcoin privacy.
The events of the past week have been particularly alarming. The U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) indicted the founders of the Samourai Wallet, a non-custodial Bitcoin privacy wallet, for unlicensed money transmission—a move that contradicts their own guidelines. This has sparked a ripple of fear and uncertainty: Samourai's servers in Iceland have been seized, Wasabi Wallet is ceasing operations, and even non-custodial Lightning operators are retreating from U.S. markets.
This crackdown raises a critical question: What motivates the DOJ to seemingly oppose its own policies? The answer might lie with FATF. Despite not having direct regulatory power, FATF wields significant influence through its 'recommendations', which countries worldwide adopt to avoid being blacklisted—a status that comes with severe economic penalties.
In essence, FATF operates like an exclusive club, setting standards that members—and those wishing to stay in good standing—must enforce. These standards are increasingly encroaching on the realm of cryptocurrencies, threatening to erode the privacy and autonomy that define the sector.
This scenario is not just about regulatory overreach; it's about our fundamental rights. As FATF's influence grows, so does its potential to dictate terms that could compromise our privacy and stifle innovation in the burgeoning field of digital currencies. It's crucial we scrutinize these developments and voice our concerns. Here are some questions to consider:

1. How much should organizations like FATF influence individual financial privacy?
   
2. What can everyday users of cryptocurrencies do to protect their rights in the face of increasing regulation?
   
3. Are there benefits to these regulations that we might be overlooking?
   

I saved my sticker boom until the wheel boost and landmark rush today. I tracked my spins and stickers. Here's my experience:
I started with my album at 131/234, so had a ways to go. I had 381 extra stars in my vault. Obviously, if you are closer to the end of the album, you won't have the same experience.
I was able to complete 12 boards. That plus rolling around the board at the end, I was able to spin the wheel 52 times. Here's how that broke down:
Money: 13x 10 dice: 1x 30 dice: 9x 50 dice: 3x Stand alone sticker packs:19x breakdown: Green: 6x Orange: 7x Pink: 6x Vault: 7x Green: 2x Orange: 6x Pink: 5x Blue: 1x
I received a total of 149 stickers, 22 were new! The new ones varied from 2-4 stars, no new 5 stars but I did get a duplicate 5 star and FINALLY received a Sweet Duets.
I ended the wheel boost with 153/234 and 603 stars in my vault.
Overall, I'm happy with the 30 minutes. I don't dislike the new wheel as much as I initially thought I would but I think that's mostly due to the sticker boom. Time will tell. I don't like that I didn't get as many blue packs. 1 blue pack all day versus what would have been 7 instead of a vault is not the same. I certainly did not get (7) 4 star stickers.

I never thought I would have to create a post on this subreddit. However, I have to, now, due to situation that happened very recently.
Hi, I am Expert (prefer not to reveal my name), and I'm Russian-Ukranian (was borned as when Crimea was considired to be owned by Ukraine).
Let me give some context first before talking about the situation. You need to know it, so you could better understand what's going on.
I was borned in Yalta, Crimea, in 14 April 2006. Since then I lived with my parents at Alushta, another Crimea city till 16-18 September, 2019.
In 2008, May 6th, my brother was borned.
Basically, I was the first child to be borned in my family and my brother is the second one.
My parents very much wanted to have girls. No, don't worry, they did and still do love us both.
Around in 2012, my parents went to Simferopol' (another Crimea city), and there they found, one of these, uh buildings, that are these type of, uh, government projects.....basically some of you might be aware that there type of familiers, mothers, fathers, who abandon their kids (say kids were borned alive but they didn't want to have kids) by just simply using these, uh...."kidhome" / "kidhomes" (sorry for my bad English, in Russian they're called "детдом" or "детдома", have no idea how are they called in English). And so, since my parents...
Okay, before I continue, you gotta understand that we're all Christians and I am Christian myself as well.
Back to the story. According to my parents to what they told me, they're saying that God had told them (not literally told them, more like navigated them) to go that "kidhome" type of house and there take these two girls (I don't remember, they were around 6 months old at time, they were borned on 19 April 2012), who were called Masha and Dasha at the time, their original biological mother had abandoned them, so like, they, the girls were lucky that God had made my parents to find them.
If you're not Russian, you probably won't understand why, but it took a few years for my parents to finally make the owners of so-called "kidhouse" to give them these two girls so these girls would be officially known as my parents's daughters-in-law.
Me and my brother with my parents were constantly driving hours from Alushta to Simferopol to meet these girls everyday, where we had many times drove them in, uh.................that kid-car.......in Russian it's called "коляска".
So, long story short, after a few years, my parents finally made it and we took girls home. My awesome grandmothers and grandfathers were proud and many times held in their hands.
So, everything is good as of that moment, to make it more clear every *was* good.
So, a few years went by. I don't remember the age when that started to happen, but like as soon, as they got their own personas I think? My sisters are 12 currently, so, it's hard for me to remember...it was already a thing of theirs when it 2017-2018-2019...
So, basically around that time. Probably somewhere in 2016-2017.
As much as it breaks my heart to realize that, my sisters are thiefs. Yes, you've read that right.
I don't know, around somewhere in 2016, they started to steal. Why?
According to them, as far as I understand, they like, uh.....to eat.
What? Why are you staring me at me like this?
Who doesn't likes to eat? Everybody eats, right?
Right. And I assure you there was no issue with food 100%.
Okay, time for a second family context reveal. We're all vegeterians. Don't ask why, we just prefer to be, ok?
So, my mother is, who I prefer to call a perfect cooker, because she is. I love the way she cooks and the food that comes in result. Many people I know may confirm that.
Baack to the story. So, like I said, my sisters likes to eat. Why would I ever mention that? Why?
Let me use a better word for that to re-phrase better.
My sisters are LOVE to eat.
I see, you still didn't got the point. You still have no idea what do I mean by when I say that my sisters LOVE to eat. You still have no idea HOW MUCH do THEY LOVE to eat.
You might probably never get the point perfectly, unless I'll try my best to explain how MUCH do they really LOVE to eat, because it will blow your mind away.
Spoiler alert: their foodloveness is right here related side to side to their thievery.
So, like I said, my family and we're all are vegans. Keep that in mind - **you have to** keep that in mind, I dare you!!!!!
So. Let me continue the story.
Around in 2016, the case number 1 happened. Do you know what corn is?
Stupid question? Nah, just keep reading please.
You might probably be aware that some companies make, uh, sweet corn, staff-like, food. Sorry, I've run out of English words I know. In Russian they're called - at least we prefer to call them - "кукурузные палочки".
So. At the time, my father owned a Wolkswagen red van. I don't really remember when, but anyways either my father or either we received as a gift - there were these corn.....have no idea how to better translate the second word. You got my point I hope.
So, I remember that day. At the time me and my brother, on Saturday, were going - forgive my English - to a musical school which was in Alushta, the same city we lived in Crimea, till 16-18 September, 2019.
Like constantly my teacher was teaching me how to play - forgive my English once again - on a tenor (a tube-like instrument, before I used to play famous Russian instrument called "балалайка") and a female teacher was teaching my brother how to play violin.
Back to the story.
So, on Saturday, me and my brother woke up early (we had to, to not miss our musical classes), around 6:00 AM, our dad too, and as usual, we went after breakfest/breakfeast/breakfast and dressed up, we went to our red van. When we all three entered to it, my brother - his name is Tykhon (when saying the name you better say "Tihon" because that's how in Russian it says) - noticed something on seats, something yellow. These were the corn.....sweet food that I mentioned earlier in the post.
That weren't the first case because we all, including my father and mother (whom father told after he drove back from musical school) knew who did this. These were my sisters. I don't remember previous cases sadly.
The musical school weren't that far from our home, so as soon as our lessons for the day got finished, we went back to home by walking - we perfectly knew the path to walk at, we perfectly know Alushta.
So, when we got back at home, we found my sisters (oh I forgot to say that after my parents back in day took them home from their kidhouse, they renamed them from Masha to Elina and Dasha to Olesya) cleaning seats in our red van because our mother forced them to.
Do you still keep in mind how much do they love to eat? I hope you still do.
So, that was the first case. You might be asking: why did they did? There sure must be a reason right.
I, uh, don't know my parents perfectly, but I assure you they're good people and I love them.
Like I said we're all vegetarians. All of us my parents, except for my sisters.
They apparently don't believe that my parents are suggesting them the best.
Uh, you probably don't understand that yet. Do you know what amaroterapia is? In Russian it's called "амаротерапия".
Don't worry, any questions I ask are 100% related to the story I'm telling you.
So, my mother knows right medicine very perfect, at least what needed. Sorry, I don't have really good English knowledge, but in Russian it's called "народные средства".
Like I mentioned earlier, my mother is a perfect cooker, (when I say perfect you have no idea how is she BEST at cooking food), and long story short God really blessed my family well.
So, you can 100% trust my parents.
And we do. We all but my sisters-in-law don't.
So. So!
They sure even after that continued many times not just stealing but lying too. You will sure continue reading to answer my question: are they pathological liars and thiefs?
So, let me draw you a picture. Okay? Use your fantasy tool in your brain, in Russian it's called "воображение".
You're one of these people who really never had an experience with my sisters, you have no idea who they are and it's first time you met. You suspect nothing because you have no idea about the bad side of them and you don't question parents about it, althrough you know that they're vegetarians. Forgive my grammar please.
So, you're aunt/brother of fathedad or mother of one of these parents and you yourself suggested for girls to stay at your house for a night, for a week.
So, of course, what will you do when you'll find out they're hungry?
Say you're a good person, and you do want to give them something to eat. Althrough you know that their family is vegetarian, you're one of these types of people who are like "But why not give them that ice cream that has sugar in it (another context: in our family sugar is forbidden for our health and that's right decision) , or a cake, or give something with meat," etc. You're yourself not a vegetarian, BUT you did tried to be and refused to be so.
If you're a good person, to your surprise you will find out that they (sisters) don't hesitate to accept your suggestions. But after a week when they will return back to home, you will find yourself in trouble: you're one of these people who prefer kindness overall, you don't have any goals to make anything bad, but if in the case you did given the food that is forbidden, then you will have to soon talk with my angry (not really angry, they'll just explain to you how does the following food damages their health and will ask you to not anymore give their girls that type of food, but don't worry, they're really good people and I love them!) parents.
Now, I know a question popped up already on your tongue and you're already asking: why not let them eat what they want?
Good question! My mother and father both care about our (kids) health. I, for example, amazed at their right choices. People many times suggested me to eat meat, etc, but I always refused even when parents weren't around. At least it's my own choice to be a vegetarian.
I said it's a good question, because unlike my mom, I am really a noob in medicine, not even interested in it at all. Maybe you heard of Dr.Berg? He had made a video about why you should avoid sugar. My mom is really fan of him and we have some of his products at home (she watches Russian translation of his videos on his Russian YouTube channel).
OK, let's continue.
For years, my sisters have been robbing. They would lie to people we know who because of being unaware it's a lie and would give them the forbidden food.
So, it's 16 September, 2019. Running to the front (sorry, I'm using Russian literature phrase "Забегая наперед") , you know that Mr.Putin had started the war with Ukraine in 2022. At the time, there was no war yet, but according to my parents, God told them to leave Alushta for Saint Louis (where we currently live as of now).
So, we needed to wait for a good amount of years while parents would figure out everything needed to do, and at the date I mentioned we finally went to an airport and we were flying for a long time, and finally we were in Saint Louis, MO, at our friends's house.
So, once we got all of things figured out, my sisters had continued to rob here, now even more.
Oh, I forgot to mention that on August 29, 2014 my third brother and on November 27, 2017 my fourth brother were borned. So, at the time it's 8 people (my parents and rest of 6 people).
I forgot to mention as well that we all are on - sorry, I'm saying this in Russian way, have no idea how to say in English correctly, but I'll try - a homeschool. Like none of us do go to school physically.
Back to the story. Let me give you some cases that happened here because of them, my evil sisters.

1. The first place where we went in to live (around October 2019, we already were living in our new own house, as far as I remember because we started to go to Ladue Middle School on October 31, 2019), we had there of course neighbors. Right next to our house there lived (and still do) a black family of a mother, father, a little kid, and a girl who is around our sisters's age. So!

That family didn't knew my sisters's past background and so, when one day, my sisters (who became very quickly friends with the black girl), they asked her to give them, uh........................cookies. I will never understand kids I think, but from far what I understand they were playing so-called "mommy-daughter" game (in Russian it's called "дочки-матери"). Gabe (the black girl's name) who suspected nothing, in a game did gave them cookies.
Cookies are forbidden in our family.
No matter where we lived, in Crimea or USA, our mom always punished my sisters-in-law for robbing and lying. My family is good, my parents are good indeed 100%, but my sisters kept and keep robbing (so you're probably starting to guess eventually why am I writing this post, right? Keep reading and it will not probably surprise you what they did next).
Well, uh, what type of punishment did she gave? Well, don't worry, no beating at all (our parents love us that much that they would never do that I bet!), but just she tells them to go to their - what we prefer to call "girls's room" - room and tells them that they can't go outside until they will ask for forgiveness and change themselves. My parents are too kind and lovely, because Mom then always let them go when they would finally admit.
Let me describe my sister-in-law, Elina. Whenever my mother punishes her (saying that she should go to her room) she always starts to go, uh, f*cking crazy I think? She starts to cry like a little baby, even worse then that. She starts jumping that I wonder how does the ceiling isn't broken yet, because of her high-jumping. She refuses to go to the room, until Mom forces her.
Let me describe Olesia, my second sister-in-law. She, uh, made full of lies. Anything she says is a lie. If she says she loves someone, don't believe her. I promise you, I can bet she loves NO ONE.
Whenever mother tells her the same thing to go to her, she mostly obeys but sometimes refuses to admit the truth, admit that she did anything bad and etc., so, if there was a witness of her crime, she would call them a liar and a hater of them, girls.
I've been many times witness of her crimes. Oh I forgot say that most of crimes they're doing as collab, so yeah.
We have cameras around house and in house. My mother can't let girls be themselves on a kitchen, only with me or Tihon/Tykhon is allowed. We can't even leave them when we go to church, someone because of that has to stay at house and watch them out.
My sisters that I love had became a nightmare for me.
Since Crimea, I used to have a smartphone (I'm writing this post on desktop). You might ask: why?
Well, in USA, once we moved to our house, my sisters that much hate me, that one day they put my smartphone (which were charging at the top of refrigerator) in a trash bin. I was wondering where my phone was, but only soon, when it was too late, it turned out that it was them who did it. Thankfully, at the time, my brother (Tihon) switched to his MI 11, and I am now using his phone (Xiaomi Redmi 6) as of now.
Of course, the phone isn't without issues, so I wanted to upgrade and since June 2022, I started to help people who invited me to collect my money, so I would eventually let myself to buy a good phone that meets my needs.
Years passed by. I never told anyone how bad my sisters are.
And now it's today, May 8th, 2024. I know that as of now I own $583 dollars and already excited to buy for myself finally a good phone which is turns out is Nothing Phone 2a, although speed of OS and camera aren't perfect.
Today, it was another day of girls disobeying my parents and they were sitting in their room (we're living in a new house now), as to me sitting in front of computer, my parents came and asked me how much do I own. I trust them, so since they told me to check, I did.
I check my money (it's in cash, I have it hidden), and guess what?
It's now $350 . I'm telling you I never spent my money. Never, just to have a good amount of money. Always wished to have at least $1K and higher.
It's impossible for you to describe how angry I was and how I still is as of writing this post when I found out that. My dad promised me to return me my money (saying that girls already stole some of Tihon's money, and that they, my f*cking sisters already spent them on sweet stuff, and other non-food stuff).
The reason I'm posting that to this subreddit is because I need advice. I already planned to move to my own home. I even had all of the story quite simplified, because it's less likely how will you understand my anger.
I recently passed all of my HISet exams, diploma had recently arrived (on May 6th, 2024, 2 days ago, when it was my brother Tihon's birthday) and I'm now looking for a job, since I'm 18 years old now.
I'm afraid that they, my sisters will continue to stalk me even when I will move to my own house, which isn't cheap and costs $500000 usually, for a good, safe house.
I'm asking for advice: what should I do? What should I do?????
What should I do as of now? I'm really, really really lost in these dark woods.
P.S. My sisters left the house by their decision recently today. They're only 12 years old as of now.

[How it works]
Like an RPG, you have a stat table for YOU, but the only way to level up is to eat another creature that can be considered “living” (IE: anything with a functional enough brain, or have something alike enough that it can considered a living thing) it just has to be considered “living” by normal standards; no cheating and calling a dead leaf “living” or a pocket of air “technically alive”.
Every time you eat something you gain a set amount of “points” that you can add to yourself whenever you like, the amount of points received depends on what you ate (IE: Mosquitos = 1pt, Cats = 4 pts, jellyfish = 7 pts, Bears = 15 pts).
Your current stats and how many points are in it depend on your current attributes as a person, however there are more “vague” stats and borderline magical stats you can invest into as well (IE: You could level up something related to your own personality, or something that lets you manipulate the weather).
The standard point count for a human is 10, so 10 points in Strength = you have the strength of an average person, with 20 points in it meaning you have double the strength of an average person and so on.
While I haven’t though of everything, the current stats available are pretty straightforward and cover a range of different abilities by themselves, for example, leveling up “Health” increases how much irl damage you can take and blood you can lose before dying, defense increases how much something hurts you or a poison/venom effects you and so on.
[Special rules:]
You cannot gain points from living things you spawned from yourself via normal or magical means, however you can still gain points from living things whose creation you may have had a hand in, it just can’t technically be from you (So your kids aren’t cool but a Frankenstein-esq monster or highly advanced AI robot you created or help someone/something built would be ok).
Once you die by any means, any points you haven’t spent yet are lost and gone forever, regardless if your revived or not, but you still keep what’s already been used.
[Other specific questions you might have:]
Can I allocate my points into another stat(s)?
Yes, and as many times as you want as well, just be careful, if you remove 80 points from say…Intelligence to Wisdom, the mental withdraw you’ll get will certainly be a trip to feel.
Is there a limit?
No, you can get ridiculously overpowered and achieve VERY near-omnipotence like a child making stuff up on a playground, it’ll just take a very, very long time to get to that point due to how many things you’d need to eat.
What counts as “eating” another creature?
So long as you ate a decent portion of any living creature (say maybe 30-50% of them) you get all the points, and if you don’t eat traditionally, so long as you “consume” them via whatever methods it’ll count. Note that only eating small portions of a creature nets you less points than eating the required amount.
In what scenarios would I not get the points?
If the creature you eat is immortal/doesn’t die during the process, you only get some of the points, and would have to eat them again WITH them dying as a result to get the rest of the points. You can get points from very recently deceased beings, but if they’re over a day old it won’t count anymore after. Revived creatures you already ate don’t give any points, unless they’ve done something to themselves that would make themselves worth more points naturally, even then you would only gain the extra points added. Creatures made from you give no points, unless they’ve done something to themselves that make them worth more points normally, even then you only get the extra points.
What does the “stat” table look like? How do you control it?
You can “turn on” your stat table via a “mental switch” or a specific body movement you’d associate with “turning it on”, the same goes for turning it off. The stat table will appear before you visible only to you, you can choose whether to see through it, move it around for better vision, or see it in your head. You can see your current stats, a description for each stat, and your current points on the table. You can put your points into your stats with either you mind or specific body movements you make yourself, same as with turning the table “on” and “off”.
Can I discard all my points?
No and Yes; there is no “Option” to remove your points, but you can eventually get powerful enough and/or have great enough control over yourself that you will be able to simply remove your power forcefully.
Feel free to additional questions
The idea for this power was based on personal experiences

I am currently studying for MCAT (test date June 1st). I’m like 80% done with primary application. I am prioritizing the exam right now because it’s coming up soon. In a perfect world I would take the exam first, then go over my primary and submit on June 5th or something. But in my world, I’m leaving on a military mission June 2nd and I’ll be gone for 14 days. I have no idea what’s the environment gonna be like over there but I heard wifi is severely limited and I’ll be in the wilderness most of the time. AKA no time for primary. I’m afraid waiting till I come back to submit would be too late.
So my question is, should I:
1) thug it out and do both primary and mcat and submit before I leave for mission.
OR
2) prioritize my mcat and risk not submitting early, meaning if I can’t submit during my mission I would have to wait until after.

just released chapter 1 of my book on Wattpad, 🥲 lmao heres an excerpt if interested!
Lonna from Gitir:
They can’t be, I thought, desperately hoping Mayor Rollow's words were just a bad dream. “Lonna, did you hear me? Lonna… they’re gone.” At that moment, their absence hadn’t registered in my heart. I just stared at Mayor Rollow, yearning for clarity. I invited him in for some tea and sat across from him. Amid his sniffling, his ragged breathing gradually calmed. “Please, tell me what happened,” I said, gripping my carved teacup with anxiety. “There isn’t much to tell, but I can give you all the information if needed—” “That’s alright,” I interrupted. “Just tell me.” “After reaching the Capital, they proceeded to a temporary infirmary right by the frontlines, offering assistance to the wounded civilians. After a full day of healing, as more men, women, and children sought refuge from the carnage, your parents... um. It was reported that they refused to rest, claiming that resting would cost them more lives. In the night, while healing children, they were overrun and slain." I look down and choke back a sob, but my eyes are drier than they’ve ever been. I prayed every night to the Goddess, for their safety and health. Only to be given a sickening blow to my reality. That nothing lasts forever. The only thing weighing on my mind is how I need to tell my younger brother. I must keep him safe for as long as I can. After we sat in silence for a moment I shifted my attention back to Mayor Rollow, who was humming through his breaths to stay composed. “Mayor Rollow—“ I said in a hushed tone, “Please, Julius is just fine.” He interjects, standing. “…I appreciate you coming. I think we’ll need some time to grieve but I assure you I will stop by the Town Hall to get things in order—“ “Lonna, we are a family. We all grieve the loss of your parents with you. I’m deeply sorry that this happened, and if there’s anything you need, please let us know.” “Thank you May—uh..Julius.” “No trouble at all. Give my condolences to Lorren as well.”

I walk Mayor Rollow out into the yard and watch him as he walks the path back to town. I’m crushed internally, but I walk back inside and close the door behind me, taking slow steps back to the dining table. I try and reach for my teacup, but my hands are shaking. I close my eyes and try to remember my parents in this room, before they left, and I’m devastated even further. They left early in the morning, too early for Lorren to be awake, but not early enough that I couldn’t see them off. I’ve always loved seeing them off, they were heroes to me after all, risking their lives and saving others. But that morning they were shorter than normal, not in the mood for a smile or jokes over breakfast. When they were done eating the room felt empty, tension leaving it as they prepared for their journey. A quiet breeze and birdsong, accompanied by parchment being rolled and bag’s being packed. I saw them to the door like I usually did, following behind them. Whenever they went on a dangerous mission, they wouldn’t leave without giving us their signature head pat and forehead kiss combination. But that morning was different, I’d seen Mother angry before, but she seemed more stressed than anything. I looked to my father for help, but he held a somber expression I couldn’t understand. Before they left, Father said something I hadn’t heard since I was a child. “I love you, my Lonna.” He said in a strong tone, smirking through glassy eyes. And my mother, who was usually high-spirited and gentle, held me close to her chest tightly. 

“Please take care of your brother while we are gone.” She said softly, pulling away to meet my gaze, intensity in her eyes. I faltered for a second due to the seriousness she was showing me but I responded, “Of course I will Mother.”

To provide a little backstory, I (23F) have come out to my mom (52F) like 2 years ago during an argument and she basically lost it for a while and tried to find doctors and psychiatrists to "cure" me. At that time I was talking to my current girlfriend (23F) and we started dating after a month of my coming out. I was always close with my mom and I can't really lie so when she asked if there was anything between me and this girl, I said yes. Anyway, to keep it short she didn't handle any of this well during that time but after a while she let it go and started acting normally and friendly towards me and my gf but she always acted like we were besties instead of gfs.
Fast forward to a week ago, I was outside with some friends and my gf, and a friend made a post and tagged us in it without our faces. My mom follows almost all my friends for some reason and she saw the post and didn't recognize my gf's account (because it is a private account). She asked me who that account was. I told her that it was my girlfriend's, with my gf's consent. (This conversation is happening all on text since im in a different city for college.) She sent me emojis with shocked faces and I laughed and asked what was wrong. She asked me what her goal was with the profile pic she chose to use on her account. The pic is a dj with her leg on the table, wearing a short pink skirt and a black bra but I don't know the dj's name. I said it's funny and she replied with "I don't see anything funny, it just made me concerned about what kind of perverts my daughter is hanging out with." and i replied with "you're exaggerating". I explained that it's a private account and she chose the picture to stay anonymous and unapproachable but also, it is funny (not for 50-year-olds apparently).
Now before continuing with the rest of the story, you should know my dad never liked my gf for reasons i can't understand because my gf is a foreigner in this country and doesn't speak our language and my family cannot communicate in english. So, how do you dislike someone so much without even being able to speak with them? I really don't know.
So, back to the conversation. My mom replied to me by saying that the reasons don't make sense and she gets why my dad dislikes her now. I kinda got annoyed because 1- my dad's dislike for her never made sense in the first place and 2- my parents always keep telling me my friends are just not good enough for me and sometimes they make mean comments about them so I had enough and said, and I quote "You can like someone or not, you can form your own opinions about anyone but are you guys gonna tell me who I'm gonna keep around myself or not? It's easy to talk back and forth about someone you can't even understand." She got real mad to this response so she responded back with: "If this is a personal account, what kind of personal activities is she planning with that picture? And yes, I didn't adopt you so the friends of my daughter is my concern. But if you're gonna remove your mother from your life for this wh*re, go ahead and do it. You can go to hell." I was so confused and heart-broken. I asked why she was talking about removing my mother from my life and why she is not ashamed to call someone a wh*re, but she said I'm not gonna be ashamed if my daughter is not ashamed of going against her mother like this. My dad called me after this and told me that my tone and my behavior is unacceptable and disrespectful and I should apologize to my mom. I refused to do it.
2 days after this fight, I went to my hometown for the weekend for an event I needed to attend to. My dad picked me up from the bus station and he brought up the fight again during the car ride. He said I should be ashamed that I am choosing people that don't matter and won't be around forever over my family. I said that they were being delusional and I didn't believe I said anything disrespectful so I wouldn't be feeding into their delusions by apologizing. My dad then started listing his reasons for his dislike for my gf. He started his list off by saying she's unstable and dangerous and completed his list by saying middle easterners cannot be progressive even though they seem like it. (my gf is arab, we aren't but, mind you, our country is a part of the middle east region too so that is funny).
On my last day there, my parents sat me down to talk. My mom started off by listing all the "failures" around us and she said she wouldn't let me waste my life like them and she is willing to be the bad guy if that's what's gonna happen. I pointed out that I care about my future and my studies and I am where I am thanks to my efforts and she got offended and claimed that I am ignoring their help in my achievements with this statement. Then she asked me why I was scared of befriending people that are better than me rather than people below me (?), and I said I wasn't but she was convinced that I was so what else can i say really.
I stayed silent for a while then she started getting angry that i was being silent so I decided to talk back but when i start raising my voice even in the slightest I get told that I'm impossible to talk to and I am acting disrespectfully. My dad started talking by saying that he doesn't like the fact that I don't inform my family about my whereabouts when i go outside in the city that i am studying in, and he proceeded to tell me he lets my mom know where he is at all times so I should do it as well. Because what if something happens to me? (Idk what he's planning to do to save me in a different city) Then my mom said, if you wanna be so independent you should be earning your own money too, to which i said "soon". She lost it at this response and she still thinks i replied that way because im counting the days to cut off my parents and my gf brainwashed me.
She kept saying that I was like a drug addict except my drug is my gf and she has a responsibility to save me. Then she said "What do you think is gonna happen in your future? You're gonna kiss and hold hands with this girl at pastries, (why pastries?) and get rid of your family to become a family with this girl? You will just make us the talk of the town. ridiculous. You're so lost I cannot recognize you anymore." Then she started yelling at me for sitting wrong? I was sitting with my legs crossed and I occasionally laughed at their statements about my gf because I believe they have no idea who she is. This made my mom really mad and she yelled at me and told me that she didn't raise an ugly creature like me and she told me that I'm a narcissist. My dad kept backing her up during the whole conversation. I told them that they act like I hate them every time I say something they don't like. My mom paused with a dramatic face and said "oh so we're hysterical?" to which I replied with "a little bit." and she told me "that's who we are apparently so what do you want us to do?". I told them to be more normal.
At one point she started tearing up and said "you wouldn't be able to choose between your mom and your gf if we asked you right now." I stayed silent because that's crazy, right? I'm not gonna pick someone this is ridiculous, I thought. She took my silence as "she really cannot pick." and started crying. I left the room and went back to my own room because I couldn't handle this anymore, however, she followed me to my room to tell me she wouldn't be funding my life with this girl so I should tell my gf that she won't have someone she can suck the blood of. And she said she wouldn't be leaving anything she owns to me so I better study hard. I'm an only child so she kept mentioning donating the money that would otherwise go to me. We are not rich or anything so idk why she suddenly decided to go with the narrative that my gf is like a gold digger. She cried and yelled and said she won't ever forget that I said I would be earning my own money soon and that I was the one that worked for my achievements. She hasn't been talking to me since that day.
I do not know how to handle this anymore it makes me so sad and depressed. I always loved my parents but they seem to think I never do.