Did nezuko kill her family

I (M28) was young at the time, no older than 16. In my area of town at the time, it was mostly family housing. Standard suburban life, we also had a few woods around.
My friend, I will call A, was with me. We where walking through the woods (it was normal, we did it every Saturday) l, when this day, we heard screaming for help. Immediately I wanted to run to the source of the sound, but A, who was almost in tears through fear, literally dragged me out of the woods.
I forgot that memory. I suffered brain damage as a child and my memory comes in and out. I just re-remembered that day. I am now also crying in terror.
Whatever was calling for help, it was not human
And all of a sudden, as these memories came, i feel like I am being hunted, I feel like right now, I am being watched

This is an old story, like, more than 10 years old, but I occasionally find myself thinking and still fuming about this, and I don't have anyone to tell it to.
I had a job working at a Headstart preschool. It didn't pay great, but I loved the work. Like, to the point that I would sometimes go in when on my days off because it was fun job. I loved the kids, I felt like I was doing something meaningful - we were a preschool in a very low income area, we had kids from the local homeless shelter, new immigrants, kids who had been kicked out of other preschools for behavior issues... we took them all, and it was great.
It was just a satisfying job that was also, somehow, not too mentally taxing. Like, when I went home from work, i was home. It wasn't like when I taught at an elementary school and would go home and do hours of work to prepare for the next day. It honestly was just a joy to go to work, something I know is incredibly rare and I truly valued it.
I had a coteacher, who I'll call Shelly. Shelly and I got along alright, not amazingly, but alright. Although over the years, she changed in some odd ways. The first and weirdest one was she began to smell. Our preschool was not religious, but it was located in a large, old school Anglican church, with very high ceilings, and there were days that I would walk into the church (not our preschool classrooms) and be able to smell that she was there. That's how bad it was. And it was doubly frustrating because we had very different fashion styles. She tended to dress up ,and I always was in jeans and a t-shirt. So while I don't know for sure, I'm would imagine anyone coming into the room would smell the B.O., look at the two adults in the room, and think "well, that must be coming off the woman in the old t-shirt, can't be from the woman in the little black dress."
But I tolerated it because what else could I do? We were a small preschool, no HR department. And I don't know how to bring that up without being super rude.
But that wasn't the thing that ruined the job.
Our preschool had two separate programs, morning and afternoon, with room for 16 kids in each. Because of the neighborhood we were in, there were a lot of kids who would come and go (like, kids from the shelter who would get housing, and move away, that sort of thing), so our supervisor was always out doing community outreach to make sure we were full. We weren't always full, but that was part of her job.
But our supervisor ended up making a financial error, and got fired (she landed on her feet, I still hear from her occasionally, she's fine). The board of trustees offered me the job, but I know I'm not an administrator, so I refused, and they offered it to my coworker Shelly. And she took it. Which initially I was happy about because it would mean she would not be in the classrooms with me, and I wouldn't have to smell her.
One of the first things Shelly did was align our preschool with a large local community center. Which meant we were no longer an independent preschool run by a board of trustees made up of a bunch of old church ladies, we were now a part of a large organization with hundreds of staff. There was a slight increase in benefits, which initially came with a slight decrease in pay, which I remember finding a bit funny, but that was fine.
But almost immediately things got worse at the actual job. Our preschool was maybe a 4 minute walk away from a local library, with no street crossings in between, and we had, for years, taken our kids to the library once a month. We'd usually ask for one parent volunteer for that day, and if we couldn't get one, we'd ask a librarian to come to the preschool and walk with us so the kids would be safe. Suddenly, that was no longer permitted because of safety and liability concerns (the community center was not willing to take the risk).
For years we had had random "water days" in the summer when it was really hot, where we would set up kiddy pools and sprinklers in our little backyard. I had gone and bought a bunch of kids clothes from local thrift shops using my own money and we would tell parents at the beginning of the summer that if the weather was hot, we would have water play day, and then if they were too wet, we would put them in the thrift store clothing, send them home and ask the parents to return the thrift store clothes. We would get about 80% of the clothing back, but it was fine. The kids loved it, no parents ever complained. But the Community Center said that wasn't allowed anymore. We could only have Water Days on preplanned days when the parents could send their own change of clothing. And that effectively ended it because how could we know when the weather was going to be good for it?
We had also done monthly field trips to local museums and parks (again, always with volunteers -- we had 3 volunteers who came on regular days every week, and we would ask for parent volunteers as well). But the Community Center thought this was too much of a liability risk and no longer permitted it. So that sucked.
But then something else began to happen. When we would lose children from the program due to them moving or aging out, they were not getting replaced, and our numbers got really low. This had happened before, but only ever for a month or so. This went on for several months. And of course, the Health Center was super concerned. Because while we were a non-profit, and the parents didn't pay, we got money from the government to cover the cost of each child, and if there weren't enough children, the preschool would actually lose money.
The Health Center started coming down on Shelly after maybe 6 months of this, but it just didn't get better. I arrived one morning to do my morning preparations and I could hear Shelly in the office with someone from the Community Center, and Shelly was yelling something or other, and then I heard her say "Well, maybe I shouldn't be here then", and that was the last I saw her for almost a year. She quit that day.
We got a new supervisor within a week, who did the proper community outreach, and we were filled within maybe 2 weeks again. So Shelly just hadn't done her job. But the problem was that 6 months of not being full had put us very firmly in the red, so the Community Center decided to stop our preschool having 2 programs for the morning and afternoon and reduced us to one full day program. And that's when everything fully went to shit.
When you have a preschool that is open for 6 hours or more, suddenly there are things legally mandated by the government that you have to do. We had to provide breakfast, 2 snacks, and lunch. We had to have a nap time, craft time, and indoor and outdoor playtime (separate times). And this would have been fine except for the fact that the community center had another preschool and so to save costs, they decided to combine the bus routes, which because of timing and schedules meant that our kids were with us for exactly 6 hours.
All of those government mandated things? They take up exactly six hours. So we had ZERO flexibility. I don't know if you noticed, but there was nothing in that list of things that included activities like reading together, circle time, etc. Basically, there was now no real teaching time going on.
Oh, and naptime was hell. People think it would be relaxing, but trying to get 16 kids to go to sleep at the same time is a nightmare. They are not all tired at the same time. Some of them don't nap anymore. Some of them cry, some of them need to be held to fall asleep, and then others get jealous, it was just... the worst. And it was government mandated to be, I think 2 hours? So it was two hours of trying to get kids to stay on their cots. I hated every second of it. We all did.
I was literally sneaking time during this whole ordeal to read and do educational circle activities with the kids. Like, I'm not exaggerating. My supervisor would be out for the day for something and I would think "OH GOOD! She's gone, I can have storytime today! Maybe we can do a counting game! YAY!" Because I would get in trouble if she was around because it was taking away from the things that we were legally required to do. The job went from being super fun, fulfilling and meaningful to feeling like I was babysitting and just making sure the kids didn't die.
I was the last of the "old" teachers to quit. I stuck it out for maybe 18 months. There had been, I think 5 staff from before the Community Health Center. The rest of them all quit within the first year.
Now, this might seem like just a random consequence of Shelly being bad at her job. But here's where it gets worse. Maybe 2 months before I quit ( and yeah, this definitely had an effect on me and wanting to stay), Shelly came back to visit. She and I were having a friendly chat, and I was telling her about the changes and how we were now a full day program and she looks away and says -- "You know, when I started, it was just half day. Not two half day programs, we were only open in the morning. I really liked it then. And I didn't need any more hours, that was enough for me to live on."
I looked at her a bit confused and said "well, I'm glad it was 2 half day programs by the time I started, I could barely make due with that income, to be honest."
And she shrugged, and then said "I kinda thought that if we couldn't fill the two halves, the Community Center would take it back to just mornings. I guess they went the other way."
And I just stared at her. And I think we spoke for a few more minutes and then she left.
She never said it outright, but I'm certain she deliberately tanked the program to try and cut it back to a halfday program but they went in the opposite direction. And made a wonderful job into a miserable one. And I think that was what took the wind out of my sails. I was out of there (and literally out of the country -- I live in Korea now) within a couple of months.

I think I worry too much. Everything I do stresses me out. Even talking to my friends stresses me out. I’m worried I offended everyone. I’m worried I don’t seem interested enough. Im worried that everyone thinks I’m annoying. I somehow convince myself that if I talk to me teachers about my ideas they will slap me and tell me it’s stupid and bad and to go to the principals office. I think of every bad thing that could happen to me. I walk into the mall and I’m worried that I will walk into a store and knock over a stand and get banned from the mall and everyone in town will hate me. I’m worried to talk to my mom about things. I don’t even know why I fully trust her. Everything I do I think of at least 14 billion bad things that can happen. I worry that my friends hate me and force themselves to talk to me. I get worried about sitting in the car. Everything I do worries me. Even sitting in my room doing nothing I can think of 90 thousand bad things that can happen. I feel like I’m always shaking because I’m so paranoid. I hear a small creek and I convince myself that someone broke into my house and is going to kill my family and frame it on me and I go to jail and everyone hates me and I die. That’s a very common one. Or that someone is watching me until I fall asleep and then they will kidnap me and kill me. Again a common one. Everything scares me. I’m worried about everything. And I feel like I’ve always been that way. I remember being so worried that I wouldn’t tell anyone how worried I was because I was worried about that. I can’t fall asleep because everything that could happen comes to mind. I’m constantly paranoid and I’m sick of it. No matter what I do I’m scared. I fear things that could never happen. But I worry about them anyway. People say “Take deep breaths those will calm you down it’ll be alright” and I do but then I worry about what will happen if I take deep breaths. I will stutter when talking out of anxiety. I worry that I worry too much and then that worries me even more.

Apologies if the title is too vague. To be clear, I'm talking about the Mash and Boggart sequence in Sheffield. I didn't want to include any unnecessary details at the risk of spoiling anything at all for anyone who hadn't started LB6 yet.
So now that LB6 part 1 has been out for a little bit on NA, I wanted to see what people's thoughts were on the above. For the longest time I've been reading screeching that this was basically a Mash NTR scene, and combined with Riyo's official art-shitposting (frequently drawing Mash in lion outfits/etc) I was expecting far, far worse than what we got.
So Boggart does, explicitly, try to rape Mash, only to get thrown through a building and fall 50ft to the ground for his troubles, at which point he seemingly never attempts to touch her again (aside from helping her get out of the castle).
I'm curious as to what peoples thoughts were on this moment now that we have an official english translation. Personally, as a big mash x guda fan I was vaguely dreading the moment given all the shitposting about it (even crossing over into other games, I've seen people refer to something mildly controversial in Project Moon's Limbus Company Gacha as their "lion NTR moment") but it seems like a giant nothingburger. Mash, of her own volition, even while mind-wiped and accepting of the fact she'd been married off to a lion-man, throws Boggart through a wall. Frankly the only part that bothered me slightly was how they tried to "redeem" Boggart a few chapters later with the evacuation of Sheffield. He certainly acts heroically, but I can't ignore the implication that he's probably raped at least 60 human women going by dialogue earlier in the chapter. The "redemption" of Rob and Wag was done much better IMO because it's kept at least a little vague as to what crimes they'd gotten up to, and there was more of a sense that they did that purely to survive whereas Bog just had a weird human woman/hatefuck fetish
Unless there's some kind of retroactive clarification or further flashbacks in part 2/3 that make this worse than it currently is, I feel like it was just an interesting moment of "damsel-in-distress-but-also-not-really" and that the whole thing was supremely overblown. At worst, it plays Mash off as being a bit painfully naive but that's somewhat forgivable to me given the whole mind-wipe thing.
What do you think?

You would never admit you did anything wrong. You never have. I will never confront you about this because you are incapable of owning up to anything you have done. Just like him. I know all those things you put in my head as a child were to get closer to him, whether you realize or not. Why would you think those things would do anything but harm a child? He left you on your own to raise yourself. You never left but I still felt like I raised myself sometimes.
Every conversation I have with you feels like you either treat me like and enemy or an ally. Never your own child. It's not entirely your fault. She let it all slide for years until it was too late. You have two fucked up kids and looks like the third will be too. I cant tell you how many times I dreamed of you coming home to my body when I was a teenager, but I could never do that to my siblings or even our mother.
I honestly think you wanted to kill yourself. I really think that's why you said the things you said to us and did the things you did. I get it honestly. You had a shit life. Just wish we were enough. But you never learned to love yourself, so how could you love your family?
You put so much hate and fear in me, for years I didn't know how I could live like this. I honestly didnt known how to live my life. I am terrified to have kids because I don't know if I can break cycle and don't want another child to go through what you or I have gone through. I don't my child to feel like I did and what I imagine you did.
I feel like one day I may have to cut you out of my life. I have wanted to for years. Ive wanted to tell you these things for years. I just don't know if I can ever be truly happy with you in my life. I hate you so fucking much, but still love you all the same. I will still remember the good things even if it feels like the bad outweigh them.

I Delilah (22 F) and my dad (46 M) have never had a good relationship he has always had issues with substance abuse has been verbally and physically abusive with me and left me my sister and mom when I was six after cheating on her, she received no child support. My dad was also in and out of rehab when he did live with us he also spent some time in jail.
A year back he reached out via social media and told me that he had met the one and was getting married he wanted me to be a part of the wedding I told him I would go but I didn't want to be apart of the wedding because I felt uncomfortable considering this was the women he left my mom for and they had an on and off relation ship.
The day of the wedding I show up and it is way nicer then the wedding my mom and him had but that is not what really set me off it was mainly all of the time lines they all said that they had been dating while my mom and him were still together which wouldn't be a huge deal but it felt as though she was rubbing it in my face that he cheated on my mom but this is not when it started.
We are at the reception and she stands up to give a speech and in this speech she says quote "I'm so happy when we met you came to your senses and left that ugly wife and weird kids we make a better family then they ever did and Delilah I know your here but I wish you weren't and I pray you will soon be out of his life" I could not believe the words coming out of this women's mouth I was about to lose it right then and there but I am a very calm person so I decided that for now I would let her finish and talk to her after.
As the night goes on I decide to walk over and tell her that I am now trying to fix my relationship with my father and she should support him reconnecting with his old family. To which she replies he doesn't need his old family that's why he married me. To this I completely lost it and threw her bouquet screaming if she wants to ruin my relationship with him I will ruin theirs too. As you can imagine she hit me and we just kept going at it, it took my dad and my boyfriend to separate us. My family says I was being a bitch what do you guys think.

I love my dog, I really do but jesus christ the teenage phase is killing me... She was so sweet for a while, listened perfectly, was potty trained etc etc. It is currently 4.30 in the morning; she has pooped inside twice and peed 1 time this night... She keeps biting on the leash, throws temper tantrums and even after an hour walk, wants to play immediately after and will not stop demand barking until you do. I'm slowly loosing my sanity all over again.
To top it off, my friends/family don't really want to watch her at the moment because she is such a little shit now. At least in the puppy phase, they would still watch her because 'she didn't know any better'. I really just want to sleep right now, wish me luck with the rest of the day...
Like the tag said; just venting. I'm sure it will get better (at least I hope so 😅)

DIVERSITY CHALLENGES AND REFLECTIONS
Couples and family counseling often involves understanding and integrating diverse influences on the system’s presenting issues, as well as ongoing wellness and development of the system. Counselors must be aware not only of these influences, but also the manner in which they may impact the system members—differing degrees, perceptions, and meaning. In addition, the intersection of multiple diversity issues can create another layer of challenges for couples and families.
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Familiarizing yourself with multicultural standards of practice is a first step in developing cultural competencies, as is exploring your own thoughts and beliefs regarding diversity. For this Assignment, you consider a point in your life when your family was touched by diversity, discuss how it affected your family, and how such an issue might be handled in a counseling session.
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To Prepare:
· Review the Learning Resources and consider the many challenges diverse populations bring to counseling sessions.
· Reflect on a time when diversity touched your family.
Assignment:
In your Journal, identify a time where diversity touched your family. Based on this time, answer the following questions:
· What impact did this time have on your family?
· Hypothetically, if you addressed the issue in a family counseling session, what do you think the counselor should know and explore with your family to fully address the issue?
· How will you be sensitive to the impact diversity has on families and couples in your own professional practice?
· Your journal should be 2-3 pages in length, excluding the title page, and in APA 7 standard format for student papers (See Section 2.2 of the APA 7 manual). Please note this is a personal journal so use of first person (“I” “my) is acceptable, and APA references are not required.
Readings
· Canfield, B. (2021). Diversity and intercultural work in family counseling. In D. Capuzzi & M. D. Stauffer (Eds.). Foundations of couples, marriage, and family counseling (2nd ed., pp. 47-59). Wiley & Sons.
· Sperry, L. (2010). Culture, personality, health, and family dynamics: Cultural competence in the selection of culturally sensitive treatmentsLinks to an external site.. The Family Journal, 18(3), 316–320. doi:10.1177/1066480710372129
· Sperry, L. (2011). Culturally, clinically, and ethically competent practice with individuals and families dealing with medical conditionsLinks to an external site.. The Family Journal, 19(2), 212–216. doi:10.1177/1066480711400560
· Shannon, P. J. (2014). Refugees’ advice to physicians: How to ask about mental healthLinks to an external site.. Family Practice, 31(4), 462–466. doi:10.1093/fampra/cmu017

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Hi all, just a quick preface, I'm only posting this incase someone else tries to search for this because I was at it for hours and it might save someone's life. I'm so glad we were home and it didn't happen in the middle of the night. I feel like writing it like a story so I'm gonna. Tldr at bottom.
This morning I was up early as I've been for the last few days, my cat just got spayed so I've been sleeping in little spurts with her as much as possible.
It was around 8am or so at this point after sitting with her in the living room just zoning out on my phone killing time with my cat and wife napping beside me when out of nowhere I get hit with a smell, hard.
Kinda hammy. Kinda like a ham that's just about to go bad or just turned bad. It filled the entire house. It was serious. Filled the house in a matter of minutes. I jokingly said to my cat "Are you smelly? Do your farts smell like old ham or something?" She replied "meow" as she usually does as she's quite vocal. This discussion woke my wife who I asked, "Do you smell some old ham or something?"
Before she can even open her eyes the smell intensifies. It's now so strong it's making me feel a bit nauseous."Yeah what is that" she says popping up pretty quickly looking puzzled or disgusted. "It literally just came out of nowhere and it's getting waaay worse by, like, the minute." I responded.
So we open the door and screen door window quickly, place a fan in front of it. By this point it's making me feel worse, my mouths watering a slight amount like I'm going to vomit if it gets much worse.
We are both running around the house trying to figure out where the hell this smell is coming from. She mentions it has a slight paint thinner-esque smell to it but I didn't really smell anything but overwhelming old ham.
We had our HVAC system checked out a few weeks ago and found out it was leaking coolant and after googling weird smells in the house with no results about ham she found the coolant can smell like paint thinner among other things however ham was not on the list so I call the guy who did the HVAC work anyway just to see what he thought.
He basically said it should be odorless and would stop by anyway Monday as he was visiting family and took the day and weekend to do so. So we start googling like crazy. Not finding anything but click bait articles about the usual bad house smells, you know dead animals in the vents, gas leaks, sewage fumes, fishy-smelling electrical fires and the usual stuff. I tried every key word I could think of to get different results.
Dead animals don't bother me, my stomachs pretty strong when it comes to that, didn't smell fishy, if it was sewage I figured I'd be blowing chunks as I'm pretty sensitive to the smell because of something gross that happened to me when I was young and it just didn't smell like sewage. We don't have gas so it wasn't that.
At this point I have no idea and I feel pretty awful so I decide to step out back and me and the wife basically both had the same idea at the same time to call the non-emergency fire department to as she's feeling weird too. They come out and have a gas and co2 meter thing that I'm sure checks for other stuff too with nothing showing up. They smell it too and I ask since they just got here if they smell it from the vent when I turn the AC on. Figured maybe a fresh nose in the place would be able to point it out if it did.
Nope the place smells less hammy to me almost as soon as the vents start to push air. They look around a bit more and have no idea what it could be or where it's coming from. At this point I'm stumped, they leave and it's back to Google. Finding almost nothing even close to what I have going on I decide to go underneath the house ( it's a trailer or mobile home ) and make sure nothing died under there or if I can even smell anything under there at all.
There was a couple cat poops from before we sealed up the side right I assume but no smell, nothing. At this point I'm clueless and not sure what to do or who to call but the smell is coming and going in waves now. Super strong to almost gone every 20 minutes or so except for one little spot in the kitchen it seemed to persist a bit. I'm checking everything I can at this point and it's just about 4pm.
I call the sewage company, maintenence comes to check the line and whatever. He comes in to see if he smells it and thinks it's sewage and after a bit he's not too sure. He recommends getting someone to check my air vents for something dead or left behind like a rodent or his meal and also to pour some water down the drains we haven't been using to make sure the traps are full and keeping sewage smell and fumes out just to be safe. I gladly take any advice I hear and have read so far and he leaves.
I start calling HVAC companies who are telling me they don't do dead animal removal in vents, and to call a pest removal company. What? Okay. So I call a pest company who tells me to call an HVAC company... who tells me to call pest control... who tells me to call animal control.. who tells me to call an HVAC company. I am still not sure who to call if you can't get into the vents easily and need them checked but it seems to be a different branch or kind of animal control but they're not answering.
I basically rip apart the kitchen, moving furniture, checking all the cupboards, the fridge, the dry food and anything I see. What about the water i left in the instant pot? No. Nothing. Anywhere. Just hammyness. The vents? Sure smells like fresh air.
I'm getting no where. It's almost 5:30 at this point, everything is closing or closed besides 24 hour places who are going to charge me an arm or two tonight and I have no clue about the weekend. I sadly sit down on the couch after I mess with the thermostat just trying to see if I can make it any better.
My wife steps outside because this wave is smacking her hard. At this point I had smelled a slightly chemical smell mixed in with the harsh hammyness a couple times but I don't recognize it at all. I'm thinking of dropping out the air duct myself, moving the fridge to check behind it. Everything. I get up to join her outside and that's when it happens.
ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZzzZZZAP POP. It comes from the kitchen and instantly I know what it is. I look at my wife and say "of course, ham!" She's confused and asks "Ham? What was that noise" as I'm running toward the kitchen.
It was the vent light on the oven hood. You know the thing with a vent that probably has bacon grease and other food oils up in there. There's smoke and it smells HAMMY. I run to the breaker box and kill the power and we grab fire extinguishers. Luckily no fire. But we almost left the house to go to my mom's or a hotel until we could get it looked at several times but something kept telling me not to leave. And I'm really glad we didn't.
TL;DR house started to smell like almost bad ham and paint thinner or some kind of chemicals possibly sewage in a matter of minutes, turns out range hood was trying to start an electrical fire.
Moral of the story is if you smell slightly bad food and chemicals, flip the breaker and see if it goes away. Might just be about to have a serious problem.

My boyfriend (M25) and I (F20) had a really great relationship at the start. Within the last couple months everything seems to be going downhill.
I have always struggled with my mental health as I have anxiety, bipolar, and depression to name a few. He knew this before we even started dating. He use to care when I’d get into a bad space. He’d lay with me when I was feeling suicidal, he’d talk to me to calm me down when anxious, and he always helped when my bipolar flipped. We even came up with a code when I felt like self harming or had self harmed. “I want to play fruit ninja” or “I played fruit ninja” just so I didn’t have to stress myself more with the words. I loved our relationship.
Recently he has seemed to stop caring about me in general. I tell him somethings wrong and all he says is “well, that’s not good.” And goes back to his video games. I slack with house work because my depression makes it hard to do anything, he gets mad and says I never do anything. He’s started throwing things at the wall and yelling at me.
The other day we were sitting and talking and he tried to break his phone in half before I stopped him. I told him I’m scared of him and he told me I’m too sensitive.
He keeps yelling at me over little things, he says I do nothing around the house and I do nothing for him (I just bought him the puppy he wanted.)
I have a 3 strikes rule. I’ll ask things to get better once, the second time I will ask again but say I will only ask one more time. The third time I will say that this is the last time I’ll ask and if I feel like I need to have the conversation, I’ll leave. He knows he’s on his third strike and I told him I’m not going to let him walk all over me anymore.
He said if I leave he will kill himself, to which I replied by saying “Holy, manipulation at it’s finest.” He told me he wasn’t manipulating me but he would do it. I told him that if or when we break up I will call the police to put him on suicide watch. Which, yet again, I got yelled at for.
I don’t know what happened to my sweet man. He use to show love with every part of him. He use to be a big teddy bear. He use to be caring and kind. I want that man back. I moved 6 hours away from everyone I know and love to be with him. Now I’m stuck with him in a city I don’t know and with nobody to help me.
I miss my kind hearted and gentle man. Now instead of the kindness and love, I feel fear and stress. I’ve started self harming more recently and he doesn’t give a single fuck. I tell him I’m suicidal and he just tells me “that’s not good.” I’m stuck in a place I don’t want to be in physically and emotionally. I don’t know what to do.
He keeps threatening to shoot and kill my dog just because she growled at the puppy who was trying to bite her tail. He threatens to kill other people’s animals just because their owner made him mad. He tells me I can’t be friends with the neighbours because he thinks they need to stay out of our business. These neighbours have become my closest friends here since they have come to comfort me as I sit in my car and cry my eyes out.
I have nothing here and nothing to live for but my dog.
I want my man back.

I was obsessed with Spongebob Squarepants as a kid. Not kidding. I had every VHS of that show... including the movie... and I watched it constantly. How did I NOT know until 18-19 years later that Avril Lavigne covered the theme song for said movie?! No wonder I've always liked her music!

Hello! Somebody in my family has dementia really bad. She’s living with some other family of mine (I’m really close to them) and they recently asked me to help them with her by interacting with her when they need a break. (The reason I’m being so vague is because idk if they use Reddit or not) She wanders around the house constantly, doesn’t listen, and barely talks at all. It should also be noted that they have aphasia too. My question is- what can I do to interact with her? My other family members don’t know what her favorite music is, and her favorite tv genre (crime) doesn’t do anything but stress her out.
The only things I know about her (according to who’s with her) is that she loves Mickey Mouse and Christmas and she used to like crime shows.
Also- if I suggest ideas to my family about ways to take care of her better, they ignore me, so any ideas that you suggest I would do while they’re (my family members) are out of the house.

For context, I am the youngest of five children. I have a 33 yr old sister, 32 year old sister, and a 29 year old sister, and a twin brother. I am currently 22. All of my life, my second oldest sister (T) has always been a bully. Growing up she would hit me or say the most outlandish things to me and when I would respond or lash out she would lie and say she did nothing wrong and that I’m overreacting. Her and all of my other siblings including my mom would then group together and talk about me and try to tell me why I’m wrong rather than correcting her behavior especially since she’s so much older than me. Now examples of times where in recent years she has behaved totally unacceptable would be when I was I was in high school and I was being bullied and harassed very badly by a group of girls who were spreading rumors about me around school calling me a hoe. As if that wasn’t traumatic enough my sister felt the need to call me all sorts of hoes and sluts at home and consistently sexualize me and say things that suggested I was overly sexually active which isn’t true. I never commented on it or retaliated because I was so depressed with everything going on at school and it honestly made me feel worse knowing my own sister felt that way about me. I wasn’t even having sex I was literally a virgin and I was just so tired of everyone’s assumptions and constant verbal attacks. Not to mention, she body shames me. One time I was trying on this dress and she looks at me and says you should wear shape wear and I’m like no thanks I just want to be comfortable so she persist I need to wear to shape wear and I remain polite and say I’m not interested. She then snaps at me and goes well you look sloppy and you need to put it on to look presentable because nobody wants to see you looking sloppy. So at this point I lose my shit because I’m so tired of her constant nagging. She then goes on and lies to my other sister who knew of nothing that happened and said “she just cussed me out and all I suggested was shape-wear” she never tells the full truth. Not to mention, this past summer after my nieces birthday party, her and the rest of our younger cousins were playing the video game and my niece got upset and was kinda of throwing a fit and my sister took it upon herself to literally snatch my niece by her arm and scream in her face. So I intervened and yelled at my sister because her behavior was unacceptable she could’ve seriously harmed that child with the force she used not to mention that isn’t her daughter it’s my others sister daughter. She then lied to everyone and said she didn’t yank her up and scream in her face and that I was overacting. Fast forward this past Tuesday I came home from work and my sister was over the house. I greeted her and sat down to eat my dinner. So as I’m eating, my sister looks at me and screams “can you stop eating your food so loudly your getting on my nerves and I’m sick of it” so I ask her to please leave me alone because I hadn’t done anything to her. She then started to berate me and scream in my face that she could say whatever she wanted so I get up to leave and as I’m leaving the room she starts screaming at me that I’m crazy and unhinged and needs therapy mind you she started with me first. So I told her it was funny that she’s always judging me for struggling with anxiety and depression yet she takes mood stabilizing medication with no forms of therapy and that pills aren’t going to help her. So at this point I’m extremely emotional because this type of behavior has been occurring my whole life and I just snapped and told everyone about themselves. I brought up all the times she had called me hoes and all the times she put me down and how it’s not okay and she immediately went into victim mode and lied and said she never said that. Then my mom takes her side and says I’m lying on her which just ticked me off. My mother is also an asshole. She never did anything to protect me as a child. She never stopped my sister from bullying me and she’s always invalidated my feelings. My mom even went as far as to tell me the things I’ve been through weren’t trauma when I was released from the hospital for attempted suicide two years ago then whenever I bring up how her saying that hurt me she would say “I never said that, you can’t think properly because your mentally ill and your thoughts are mixed up” they treat me like I’m stupid or slow and can’t understand what’s being done to me. They’re gaslighting me. My mom even went as far as to befriend one of my high school bullies and when I confronted her about it her only response was “I need to leave” while fake crying. She never explained why she needed to befriend someone who harassed me. Also I’m the only child out of all of her kids that has stepped up to the plate to help her. I buy groceries pay bills buy household items things none of her other kids did when living at home and it’s never enough for her. She complains about the kind of groceries I buy or constantly hounds me for money when I’m only working a part time job right now because I just graduated from college. She didn’t even come to the ceremony or say I’m proud of you. She completely drains me of my money I can’t even save for law school like I need too. Not to mention, my mother never protected me from my brother who was molesting me when we were children she knew because I told her but always let me take the fall and get yelled at by older sisters for being mean to my brother as a child but I was frustrated that I was being violated and no one would help. After so much abuse and mistreatment from them I’m starting to hate them which is sad. I came to the conclusion that no amount of talking with them will help because they see no behavior with their actions it’s always me against everyone. I want to leave but I’m not financially stable right now I’m just over them and I’ve wiped my hands clean.

Hey, me again, complaining.
If you had a chance to read some of my stories, my father was/is (?) an abusive AH. I was always running to my mother and we cried together until I found out she was never on my side, she is just a fcking enabler.
I had a tough relationship with my sister, she was always ‘competing’ with me. I was fcking 30 when she said it out loud, that our parents didn’t give her as much attention as they did to me, so she thought, she is not good enough, so she hated me. I, honestly, had no idea. Then, just in February this year, my mother admitted to parentification. She needed help and when she saw I am able to take care of my sister, she used it. My sis is only 3 years younger and I remember when we were potty training her and I said she finally did it and my mother said I am supposed to clean her and the potty, because I wanted a sibling (wtf??? Plus I was like 4-5 yo)
So I am fine with my sister, she knows I will love and support her, no matter what and she does the same.
But, maybe, you can guess, I am fcked up. Scared of confrontation, trauma, panic attacks, depression. I tried therapy for a long time, but I am so much into this toxic relationship with my parents that I am not able to let it be.
Every year around January-march, I get a terrible depression. This year I was not able to continue anymore, so I quit my job. I had some money saved, so I knew I can ‘afford’ this. It is June now and I know I need to start working again. And I want to. Plus I am running out of the money. I got an offer, they contacted me themselves and I had the first interview. I, of course, said it to my father, hoping he will be proud. He was. I mean, he pretended to be. Then he wrote my sister (we both live in a different state than parents do, so we are in contact with them only via phone)… and so he wrote her that for sure I am lying and I don’t want to work anymore. She told them she was with me and she can prove that I really had the interview, it wasn’t enough…
So my sister came to visit me for the prolonged weekend and we had a video call with parents. I wanted to give them as many details about the new job as possible, so I can prove I am not lying. Guys, they started to stick out their tongues into the camera, not listening to me at all. I was so ashamed… you can imagine how this hurts…
My sister saw that I am about to start crying, so she hung up on them.
Conclusion? Father is an abuser, mother an enabler, and the only sister that hated me for things I couldn’t affect, is my support now. And I will love her forever as my own child, cuz our parents are not able to. And they suck, big time.
I am sorry for this rant

(22M)
my first and only friend from year 7 - leaving high school was secretly apart of the group of bullies who bullied me since kinder garden - now, and i had no idea
he’s stolen my girls, constantly trying to take my real life friends and he’s even stolen my hustles + carrier path, he does EVERYTHING i do, but better. i come from a very broken family and he’s rich with a lot of support, i am white and taller (he’s short and Italian) so i know secretly he has little man syndrome an tries to be better, after ten+ years i want to fight him now. he’s going to engage to my ex whilst befriending all my old bullies who picked on me growing up and broke my things.
i’m now bigger than all of them but i still feel weak and want to fight. he’s truely mentally exhausted me, my old best friend was one of ‘them’ and i didn’t know it. i also got bashed 3 years ago and he hasn’t checked up
should i call him a bitch and end this relationship on my own terms ?👊🏻 or play the game too ? i recently did diss his dead cousin after he stole my girl and posted a pic with me and her on his fb, i then posted a pic with my cousin to say fuck you)

A dude plagued with the desire to cut ties with everything, not dramatically— but rather seriously. Not reality, but familial, childhood, memories, friends, home, everything that comes with it. Not out of impulsivity, but necessity.
He never knows whether this is the right decision, but feels it is. Is it cowardly?
His mom has terminal cancer. She needs someone to take care of her in a system that doesn’t care about her. Or him, or his siblings. He knows she’s just a hurt child who never grew up, she was never taught how to love her children correctly. He rationalizes her accidentally killing his brother. he rationalizes watching his mom abuse his father and then get him incriminated for it.
He rationalized the abusive boyfriends brought in and out, and not being able to do anything at a young age. He rationalized the moment when he could have saved her from an injury but had to protect his future instead . He rationalized finding the crack pipe and being smart enough to know what it is. He rationalized his dad smoking crack in front of him He rationalized finding needles. He rationalized witnessing sexual misconduct. He rationalized systemic abuse as a result of being born into a type of family prone to systemic abuse. He’s rationalized the pain that comes with knowing a family member couldn’t take care of you as a traumatized child. He’s rationalized the feeling you get when you realized the two people who are supposed to love you the purest, don’t love you at all. The neglect. At least one person is supposed to know what you look like when you’re sick. Know when you’re lying about if you’re okay. What if they don’t fight for your health? What if they don’t even know how to take care of their own?
He’s fought very strongly and very quietly for someone rationalizing so much pain. He’s made some mistakes and he makes them right the best he can. Statistically, someone such as him should be in a lot worse circumstances. He shouldn’t be able to meet you at every level. He’s raised other kids most of his life, and parents. He’s aware of every single issue present in his life, and has only two hands and so much time to balance between everything
He truly does deserve more. He takes on everyone’s problems. He can handle them, why can not one person handle his? Why does know one know how to help him? He’s hyper-vigilante, he knows what therapy does, he knows what meds do, and he knows truly neither of those are the solution. He knows it’s situational, he doesn’t need advice or suggestions, he knows what will fix everything one way or another. He always finds his solution. He finds it quietly, and in peace by himself. People have their theories. They think he’s possessed by greed, or he seeks power. That is because he seeks money.
He does not seek money for power. His good character is always stifled as his bad character has to take over in order to survive in reality. He HAS to be emotionless in a version of reality filled with pain. Endless dark realizations. Truly bad people and family. It’s very hard to see the positive side alone for 21 years. Always fighting to be positive in a world filled with negativity. A person can only go so long without getting a break. He knows nobody can truly see, nor can he truly ever express it as it only brings him back further. He knows there is no solution to this pain truly. No 100% fix. He knows the happiest path is one where he makes a ton of money really young, and can use that foundation to fix relatively every single other problem in his family. Positively change the course of his entire family. He knows that’s super confident. Maybe arrogant. All it does is set the bar higher for him, shoot for the stars. He feels very alone in a place where he can’t even fully describe the complexity of his situation, thus have anyone be able to give him empathy for it. He’s yet to meet a single person that can relate to him on his deepest level. It hurts so much. A million hugs would not help it, only provide temporary relief. He doesn’t know how to help himself. Everyone makes him feel as though he’s an idiot, or makes him feel inconfident, and with no stable baseline ever established he doesn’t know where he lies. Deep down he knows he’s smart, but is punished by society for being too confident, or too cocky. If he plays humble he seems as though he comes from a different walk of life, thus attracting and meeting people whom may never be able to understand him, or see him. It’s a paradox.
He is trapped in the vortex with connections and emotional ties wreathing deep throughout his home state. He could never escape here logically or statistically. He’d always come across someone, somewhere in the surrounding few states, or a connection to someone. He wants no ties. He wants an escape. He doesn’t know where to run to. He’s been searching for a long time. He feels like no one can hand him a lifeline that will truly help him fully. He desperately needs help but he would never ever ask. Too many complications and too much complexity. Who could he ask? Who the hell can he trust?
I wouldn’t call what he does overthinking. I think it’s a healthy amount of overthinking given his situation. He needs to find a way out. He cannot endure this pain his entire life. He’s felt the deepest heartbreaks. He’s experienced death, murder, violence, loss, grief, failure, regret, shame, he has experienced every complex emotion, and the most painful of true realizations. When will it ever get better? Can someone ever forget those deepest pains? Can anything ever feel good again? Can anything ever feel as exponentially good as it has bad? Can any path feel like the truest rightest one when he has a change of heart every day? Can any path feel like the right path when he’s capable of viewing life from every lens positive and negative?
What does this young man do?
He never tells anyone so that no one hops into his world. He wrote this with raw emotion, and tried his best to jot everything out but there is still so so so so so much pain to the story that maybe even a lifetime wouldn’t be able to tell. Everyone says stop being a victim, what do you do when you are a victim? Can you be a victim and ever make it out? Is he a victim? As a man is he supposed to suffer and know he deserves better but not chase it? How can you stop the abuse in a world that silences you when you have no power? No leverage?
How do you get that leverage to protect yourself when every attempt you make is stifled due to poor judgement?
There are so many bad people in the world and he can never separate the good and the bad. Everyone is good, but just hurt to him. He feels inclined to help the hurt, but it drags him down. What does he do

12:00am December 13th it was a cold winter night the boy was sitting in a chair from his back yard. He placed it in front of his pool facing towards the mountains with all the copious amount of houses built across the mountain meant for the wealthy and only the wealthy. To the far left is a house, her house, the one he was never allowed to go into unless her parents weren’t there. He looked in the direction of the house hoping that she was in there safe and sound asleep. All the boy wanted was her to hold him, tell him everything was going to be fine and that she loved him while in her warm and safe embrace as she had before. She was the only escape from his prison that he called home, she knew how to calm him down and knew exactly what to say she was the boys safe place, his home, his strength…his everything. He thought about her, he let out a silent, painful cry not because she left him but because they were eachothers best friends because they knew everything about eachother but they couldnt be together soley because of the future, everyday the boy would blame himself for it, only if he were smarter, had the money to go with her. But he couldnt all he could do was hope, hope that they would meet again in near future. The boy whispered “I love you” hoping for a response back…nothing he said it again this time louder…no response, he stood up, with his throat tight, his eyes full of tears, heart getting smaller and smaller by the second, he closed his eyes and screamed “I LOVE YOU”. All of a sudden in the darkness of his eye lids he heard a soft angelic voice “I love you” he opened his eyes there she was standing in front of him lighter dark brown wavey hair, big beautiful brown eyes almost like meteors and the face the boy knew so well she was in a beautiful white dress. The boy looked down, he was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt and black tie with a flower pinned to his shirt, he looked down at his left hand there was a ring on one of his fingers, not his index, not his middle, on his digit finger… his ring finger. He looked around they were in the center of a banquet hall, all of her family and his family looking at the two. She took his hand and put one around her waist and the other interlocked with hers, then the song started playing. They proceeded to have their first dance mean while everything was silent but her voice and the song that she wanted to play for this moment. The boy looked into her eyes as she smiled, a smile that could light up a whole room teeth like stars, he started speaking “ I missed you so much” she gazed at him and responded with “i missed you” they continued to dance. The blared “When you're cold and all alone,You can build you a city, And call it home” the boy spoke again with a strained voice “I Love You” the girl responed back “I Love You” she put her head on his chest and closed her eyes the boy kissed her head and put his head on her head and closed his eyes. Then the music started to fade, the feeling of her and her presence fading, he opened his eyes, he was back in his back yard looking at the mountains, he looked down she was no longer there just concrete floor. The boy fell to his knees and started to sob a quiet sob, a hole in the middle of his chest. He looked up at the mountains and looked to the far left, he started to scream with everything he had left in himself …“I Love You”

My doctor put me on birth control pills that almost gave me a stroke because she didn't think to screen me for contraindications with aura migraines. Plus I felt nauseated, bloated, confused, and full of random attacks of despair prior to the potential stroke symptoms.
When I read about the experiences other women have had with IUDs it really doesn't sound much better. A PAP smear was excruciating for me. I don't trust that an IUD won’t be even worse. Plus I have a masculine build and I have to be extremely careful about my weight because I have a nonexistent waist and my body refuses to store fat anywhere but on my belly. All of my friends who went on birth control also gained a lot of weight and look sickly now.
I'm moving in with my partner soon and at times I'm overcome with anxiety at the thought of having to try birth control again. I can just see myself ruining my relationship or becoming suicidal or fucking up my new job because of health complications. My family has a consistent history of debilitating mental illness. It just doesn't seem worth the risk.
My friend has successfully been doing FAM + pullout + condoms for five years (minus the three month period where she also tried BC pills, and consequently triggered interstitial cystitis which still causes her constant pain and prevents her from eating most foods.)
Attempting to even explore birth control sounds like inviting a shit-show into what is already a tricky transitional period of my life. An abortion sounds less traumatizing than dealing with this. Some people still get pregnant even when they're on the other methods anyway! My partner and I have not yet done any penetrative sex. He has phimosis so I’m hoping he might prefer condoms anyway since it’s very painful for him to have his foreskin pulled back all the way. Still, some gentle motion on the foreskin seems to help him so I’m not sure if the condom will ruin it or help. He might be in pain either way, but I'm worried he's going to feel frustrated if we don't at least try without them.

I haven’t been a boyfriend since 9th grade. I’m 19M and I just asked my now Girlfriend 19F to be my girlfriend. I wanted to be her boyfriend since we met last year and she wanted to be mine but I wanted to establish friendship first. Ig she got it eventually but I asked her to be my girlfriend because she wanted the label even though we both did bf/gf things. I guess I’m scared because I want her as my gf and I don’t wanna mess it up by telling her I don’t wanna lose my best friend in the process. She has been the bestest girl-friend I have ever had and I grew to love her more than a friend. I always wanted my best friend to be my gf, fiancé, then wife. I know it may be weird but I can have anyone to be my gf but for her to be my best friend at the same time is irreplaceable and I don’t wanna lose that. (My parents don’t know yet)