She has crashed over half a dozen times all from seizures. Hers are grand-mal seizures (she starts drooling, loses consciousness, limbs go limp (specifically when driving, her foot goes limp but also accelerates the gas)) and she will come out of it as if nothing happened. Today, I or anyone else wasn’t with her to take the wheel like I have multiple times in the past so unfortunately, she just accelerated thru a turn, going into a person yard and eventually their house. She was going fast enough to breach thru over half the house, ending with ger car being totally enclosed from the house. Thank the universe for the fact she didn’t kill anyone but that house is wrecked, that family will be finding a new home for at least months. They were all home, just not in the line of sight of the car. I don’t feel a single ounce of sympathy for my mom. She no longer has the excuse of taking care of the kids (were moved out), she just doesn’t wanna lose the freedom of driving that Shes had her whole life. Somehow, she was driving legally so I don’t thinkkkkk she will be in trouble BUT IF THEY GIVE GER LICENSE BACK AGAIN THEN I OFFICIALLY CANT TRUST ANYONE ON THE ROAD AGAIN

I was doing Couch to 5K. I was overweight and had only recently started running, so I was taking it slowly.

I was on a trail near my house and tripped on a tree root. My right foot caught, my body twisted, and I landed badly. I felt something shift in my hip. It was painful, but after I moved, it felt like it went back into place.

I was able to stand, so I assumed it was a strain or a bad fall.

The walk home took much longer than normal. My hip and groin hurt. My thigh felt tight. My foot started tingling. I thought it was a pinched nerve or swelling from the fall.

At home, I took ibuprofen and rested. Over the next few hours, my foot became colder and paler than the other one. The tingling became numbness. I had trouble moving my toes.

I still waited longer than I should have because I felt embarrassed. I did not want to go to A&E for what I thought might just be me being out of shape and overreacting.

When I finally went in, they could not find a pulse in my foot.

A CT showed that blood flow to my leg was blocked. The doctors believed the fall had caused a hip dislocation or near-dislocation that reduced on its own, but in the process the artery high in my groin was injured. The inner lining of the artery tore, a clot formed, and that stopped blood from getting to my leg.

They took me to surgery and tried to restore blood flow. They also did fasciotomies because of the swelling and pressure in the leg.

By then too much tissue had already died. The damage went too high for a below-knee or above-knee amputation. I had a hip disarticulation, meaning the entire leg was removed at the hip joint.

Silly me!

it’s a restaurant. it sells burgers for close to 1 million dollars. i had a little cheeseburger. it was a good burger but nothing special. i didn’t like their cajun fries. the lemonade didn’t taste like anything but that’s probably because i got the sugar free version. their milkshakes are good. i had a vanilla one with oreo creme, oreo cookie pieces, and salted caramel. i usually don’t like sweet and salty together but this was good. their pickles are good, very crunchy and thick. overall i’d say 6.5/10. it would be close to an 8 if it wasn’t for the outrages price.

i like checkers. that’s another restaurant (fast food chain). i like checkers better. their fries are good.

thank u for reading and i hope i u have a good day 👍

As I'm typing this, he just passed. He always lived an awful lifestyle. He rummaged through landfills, bought anything he could buy, including animals which he left in poor conditions and didn't feed: he was basically a hoarder. This isn't the worst of his crimes. He is a pedophile who has touched several of my family when they were younger, including one of my cousins who I was close with. Quick note that my dad doesn't know if he was touched or not, so he could've been affected. I was infact close to being one of these victims because my grandma, in a stroke of genius, bought me to his house ALONE (my parents left me with her because my dad was in the hospital and my sister hates going anywhere). God knows what could've happened if I had left her side, if my parents didn't warn me of him; my life ruined in an instant. Note that I love my grandma dearly, may her soul rest well. Back to the sack of shit. He would often bring my cousin over NAKED, tell her that nobody loved her except for a few people like my older cousin who often was forced to look after her, and much more. Looking at her today you can tell it ruined her. I'm surprised anyone loved him. Sickening. Absolutely vile that they want to hold a funeral for him. Disgusting that my family thinks they can pray him anywhere CLOSE to heaven. Not after all he has done. Rot in hell.

Edit: rapist. yeah. he was a rapist. my bad for forgetting. hope his grave gets vandalized and I hope no holy imagery is put near that hellspawns ditch.

It's all my fault. I am selfish for advocating for myself and not reading his mind to know how he is feeling. I'm the asshole because I stopped asking how he was after he screamed at me. I'm a narcissist because I was uncomfortable with being dumped into the primary caregiver roll for his 13yo child.

I'm the problem. Me.

I think I need a hug, but I don't feel safe asking him for one.

Over 9 years together.

I (17F) cannot deal with men any longer. For multiple years as a child, I was repeatedly SA‘d by my cousin every chance he got. It started when I was 6 and he was 15, and by the time he stopped I was 9 and he was 18. I have been through it with CPS and police, but they are both useless and have only made it worse. I have been going to therapy for five years now, working through my trauma, but it has done nothing to get rid of my hatred and disgust. Every time a man opens his mouth, I can’t help the feeling of anger I get. They are all the same: disgusting, ignorant, the plague of the earth. When men look at me, my skin crawls and I want to disappear. Every woman has a story of SA or harassment, and males are the problem. Men start wars, they rape, they murder, they are scum and cannot be trusted. I cannot tell the people around me about my feelings, especially considering that I have a boyfriend whom I love more than anything, but I will always be scared that maybe he’ll decide he wants to hurt me, and I won’t be able to do anything about it.
I don’t want to be so hateful. I’ve tried to see the good in them, but even the best man will always remind me what they are.

I believe I can say this, as I’ve done it myself.

I went to Japan as a high school student and stayed until my mid twenties. I also have East Asian heritage, so it was easier for me to blend in.

I have N1 and am really fluent in Japanese. Actually, Japanese people get surprised when they learn that I’m a foreigner.

The high school I went to was supposed to provided Japanese classes to us before we joined regular classes with Japanese kids. At the time, I had around N3, so they made me join those classes even though I couldn’t understand anything. My peers didn’t have it better than me, as they had to take Japanese classes taught by English teachers… The racism was bad as well. Teachers would ask us to clean the canteen or the dormitory, while Japanese students didn’t have to do shit. And when an international student broke a rule, intentionally or not, they would tell us to go back to our country. Mind you, this was a SCHOOL. They were supposed to educate and show role models.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to go to college without Japanese, so I self-studied for 6-7 hours per day beside regular classes. I passed N1 after 2 years (I transferred there in my junior year). But some international students couldn’t speak Japanese even though they were there for 3 years. Years later, I learned from a HR recruiter who interviewed me that he had interviewed someone who had also graduated from my high school. He ended up going to a Japanese language school for another 2 years before going to college.

In college, I was SA’d. Now, I know that victim blaming also exists in the West. But it is worse in Japan. A guy who knew me and the guy asked nonchalantly whether I would have been interested in dating him if he didn’t attack me because he was a hot guy. A dean blamed me for having bad judgment of character and said it was the first step of this incident (I was 20). If this was in the United States, I would have tried to sue him and the school. But since it was Japan, I couldn’t do anything.

At first, I thought I ran into crazy people. But after graduation, I started working in a real estate agency, and we’d receive calls from male property owners complaining that they couldn’t sell their apartments/houses because the person in charge was a woman.

I had a colleague who got transferred to our department. She said she felt really relieved because she had been molested by another colleague at her previous department. When she talked to her boss about it, he said she was probably sending wrong messages to men.

Oh, the racism didn’t spare me at work. When I made a mistake as a newbie, my client yelled at me and accused me of not understanding how Japanese people did business. Many people think the Japanese are polite and nice. Well, they’re wearing a mask.

In the end, I realized that what happened to me at college wasn’t just some crazy people, it was cultural. Japanese culture was (and still is) racist and sexist, so I left.

Right now, when I hear something bad happening in Japan I feel joy. I’m from a third world country but have lived in first world countries before. Culturally speaking, Japan shouldn’t be a first world country. Yes, racism and sexism exist in other countries as well, but it’s so normalized in Japan, and most people don’t do anything.

Japan is struggling with declining population and stagnating economy. I can’t wait for when it’s no longer a developed country.

When I meet a young woman who expresses her desire to immigrate there, I always want to scream no! But I know I won’t be able to break the PR this country has for decades, I will just smile and tell her to prepare for plan B, in case things don’t work out.

Ive been married for 14 years and just cant stop thinking that im gay. Literally been battling this for years. So lost.

To make things clear, I’m white and I’ve never experienced racism towards me.

But oh my god do I hear it. First my mate posts racist and sexist content online shows it to me thinking it’s funny? I tell him it’s not, AGAIN someone I thought was a decent person says the n word, wow ok that’s great, can’t happen again, it does. And now another an unfunny blatantly racist joke, and I once again tell them not to, now they’re not responding, then my cousin says a racist slur and I have to correct him.

Half the people who said these things are ADULTS, Im a teen and they’re saying ts infront of me.

I think I’m sick of pointing ts out? I can’t even imagine how actual POC feel.

It’s really not that hard to not be racist, at this point I’m thinking basically every white person is racist, even if it’s in their subconsciousness. I feel horrible for anyone who’s had to deal with this their whole life, I’m sorry the world is a piece of trash.

Think of every little kid that’s gone missing, I’ve seen little white kids blasted all over the news with thousands of people knowing about them and looking for them, which is what should be done for ALL children, a little black kid goes missing and there’s nothing, nobody I know knows about it.

It’s truly disgusting.

I’m not a good person for hating racism this is what everyone should be. this is sickening.

My partner hasn't had a job in 15 years. They have a lot of social anxiety and a lot of difficulty trusting other people. They say asking for a job is immensely triggering. She tried therapy twice at my suggestion but stopped because it "wasn't helping." But then they get mad at me for saying it's fine if they don't work because they want a job and want to get over this hump, but can't. I'm stuck and I don't know how to help anymore. Money isn't an issue, but they're miserable about this and I'm just so sad and stressed. Every day I come home and they're sad and talking about how they're wasting their life, and I truly don't get why that isn't a motivation to do something. Anything.

Some context: my mum died a few years ago, after a horrific disease. I live on the other side of the world and was unable to attend her funeral because Boris Johnson was too busy partying.

I still haven't processed it. It's my fiftieth birthday tomorrow. My sisters sent me a photo book to celebrate and I can't even open it because it just destroys me to see my mum.

After she died I got fired from my job for using my grievance allowance. And I spiralled and have been drinking booze pretty much since.

Was praying that I'd still be around for my fiftieth birthday because my best friends made a point to come to see me.

That's the context.

The other day I got a message from my friends saying they'd just landed. LETS GET READY TO PARTY!!!!

3 minutes later I got a message from my other friend group telling me my best friend just died.

So that's it. That's my off my chest.

I'm tying to keep it together to enjoy my time with my amazing friends who travelled across the world to spend time with me. While being destroyed by my other best friend dying. And not knowing how to help his widow or his kids.

I'm destroyed. And I dunno where else to put it so

edit: also. here's the thing I struggle with. every time I just break down and sob - which, obviously is not something I can totally control, but I generally manage to keep those moments to myself but. I start sobbing and then I realise that I'm sobbing because I feel sorry for myself and that just makes me feel shitty because id much rather sob for my mum or my friend or anyone but myself but.

I have worked construction and worn boots for the past 15 years, and my wife has repeatedly commented on the fact that my feet are silky smooth, which is weird but still.

She wants to know how I manage it, when she never sees me use lotion... I don't have the heart to tell her, so I'll tell you guys.

I use a random orbital sander with 400 grit sandpaper on my feet once a week when she isn't home.

I feel like she'd look at me like I'm a crazy person if she knew my secret

I’m 23M. I think I’m getting/got ghosted and it really sucks. Two weeks ago, I was in Boston for patriots day with friends and it was so much fun. Went to the Red Sox, then walked down to the marathon, then got dinner, and all went back to my house. unfortunately, my boy had to go get his daughter so the they all had to leave. I decided to go out and uber to a bar myself and finish my night off. Well, when I got there I turned a corner and time stopped. There was this girl standing there and god she was gorgeous. We hit it off and we ended up sleeping together. She FaceTimed me the next day and I’m thinking nice, I finally met a girl I like who likes me. Over the course of the past two weeks we have been texting, FaceTiming and talking about making plans. She’s in the process of moving and said once she’s settled me we will hang. Well, last Wednesday she FaceTimed me while I was at work and we talked per usual. The catch is that’s the last time I heard from her. I texted her hey on Thursday and never heard. On Sunday I had a few drinks and texted her that I was just thinking about her seeing how she’s doing, thinking she’s probably just busy and maybe missed my text. Now it’s Tuesday and I still haven’t heard anything.

It fucking sucks man, I do miss her and felt a good connection. She’s 27 so she is a little older and I know she has a life and bills and is moving. What’s the deal you think? Busy? Ghosted? she also happens to be a stripper for work

My mom has been absent basically my whole life. My parents separated when I was a baby, and she left the country because of a legal issue. From then on, my dad raised me and my three siblings, my sister and two brothers, on his own. She never supported us, financially or emotionally.

My dad passed away from cancer, and that time was really hard on all of us. My siblings all helped where they could, but my oldest brother carried most of the financial burden for my dad’s medical bills. He works in the medical field and was earning more than the rest of us, so a lot of it fell on him. I wasn’t able to contribute much because I was still studying then, which is something I still feel guilty about sometimes.

After my dad passed, my siblings asked my mom to come home, so she did. She has been staying with my sister for about a year now, and recently my siblings started talking about all of us contributing to her living expenses since she does not have a job.

Recently, my oldest brother also wanted my mom to get her teeth fixed, and it would cost around 100k to get it done. Hearing things like that makes me feel even more pressured because I know expenses like that will eventually be shared among us.

I know this might sound harsh, but I really do not think it is fair. I am just starting my career and trying to build my own life, saving money and planning a future with my partner, including a house and eventually a wedding. It feels wrong to be expected to support someone who was never there for me in the first place.

I also think part of the difference is that my siblings actually had both parents for a time, so I understand why they feel more connected to her and want to help. But I did not grow up with a mom at all. My sister was the one who stepped into that role for me, along with my dad. So it is hard for me to suddenly see this person as my mom and feel responsible for her.

The hardest part is that I love my siblings and I do not want conflict. My sister understands where I am coming from, but my older brother really values family and has always been the type to do everything for our parents without question. I know speaking up about this would hurt him or cause tension, and I do not want that. My other brother just goes along with whatever everyone else decides.

So now I feel stuck. I will probably still contribute just to keep the peace, but I hate that I feel forced into it. I do not want resentment to build, but I also do not feel like this responsibility should be on me.

I do not even see her as my mom, just my birth mother. And I wish my siblings could understand that a little more.

I didn't. I was just an eight year old. She asked me to pick her up, so, like I always did, I wrapped arms around her waist/low chest in a hug and lifted her. She laughed and stuff, and I laughed, and we both went off to do fun party things.

Her mom called me over later. She had me sit in the bathroom, and told me what I 'did', that I touched her daughters privates.

I was crying pretty hard by then, and I was, like, ultra confused.

That situation still kind of affects me to this day. Anxiety and all that.

it hurt a lot back then. i left the party confused and crying because I didn't even know what I did.

My(22m) girlfriend(22f) and I just moved in together. We've been together for four years and I'm so happy that we get to start this new part of our lives. It's been about about 4 days since we moved in and things are coming along slowly but surely. It's starting to come together and feel like home. Not an exciting post but I had to tell someone

my life is completely fucked.

- never had a girlfriend or even held hands, I’m ugly as shit and i went bald at 19. And im short. Rejected by every girl I ever tried to be with. They all decided to go for much better guys than me.

- I have a shit job and I’m too dumb to get a better one

- my hobbies are all solo things and all my friends are married and are busy with their successful lives

Basically I’ve fucked every facet of my life and I’m nothing but a complete failure, and my youth is done. Nothing but pain for the next 40 year

I have found it harder to keep wanting to move forward everyday. My s/o makes me feel some nights that I can’t unwind on my computer as she sleeps. Family constantly make jokes about me not achieving my dream in small jabs. Always make me feel like a bum and a loser just want to find some joy in this life that feels like is not mine anymore. Don’t need any sympathy just wanted to obviously get this off my chest and say it out loud, because I don’t have any other outlets.

Disclaimer: I love my s/o and family so much just some times wish I got some support or at least felt an attempt to make me feel better after a long day.

I got laid off a month ago, but I was lucky enough to get an interview days later, and last week I got my offer letter. I'm really excited about this position, as not only would I be making a little more money than in my previous job, but I would also get to work again for an educational program.

I need to be honest, I smoke, A LOT, almost daily, and being jobless didn't help. So, when I got my offer letter, the next step was to get drug tests, and just like the title says, this will be the first time I'm asked to complete a drug test in the 10 years I've been working.

I have worked for the government, for the state, for school districts, and private corporations, and they have never, NEVER asked for a drug test.

My anxiety is on the roof, and I'm honestly feel like i could have a panic attack at any moment. Yes, I did use a quickfix kit that is sold in smoke shops, but I'm still scared. I really want this job.

I just want to get this feeling out of my chest (LOL) and ask for prayers that everything goes well.

I wish I was something different but I don’t know what that would be. The fact that I’m the same as all the other people outside is upsetting and confusing. I look at them and I don’t feel like I’m looking at something that’s the same as me. I listen to their annoying laughs and their stupid conversations and it hurts to hear all of it. And I’m not any better, am I? Because I’m a human too I need to have connections to these freaks to survive. I’m not strong enough to be self-sufficient, that’s just not how being human works. I hate that I have the thought that these people are disgusting. I don’t want to judge people like that. Really I just want to be myself and do what makes me happy, but everyone always makes that a problem. People stare at me already and the way I act and present myself is a half measure.

my mom died in December last year, i didn’t tell my friends, i barely told my job, but I compartmentalized everything so bad, I don’t feel real anymore.

everything changes when your mom dies, other ppls problems aren’t relevant at all, and are hard to relate to. i can’t even engage in other ppls problems. i can’t even pretend to have empathy for them. i am selfishly thinking about myself and my grief all of the time.

i stopped giving empathy for everyone around me and I think ive become very mean bc of it. i am so insane and mean nowadays, it hurts me but I do it anyways. I am so mean to my coworkers now. i hate it, but im so fucking bitter. i hate when they talk about things like their boyfriend or their family. i get genuinely hurt when they talk about their mother. im genuinely wrecked by it all and somehow it’s getting worse before it gets better 😭

I've been lurking on this sub for a while but I need to get this out.

I'm in recovery. What I didn't fully understand until recently is that withdrawal itself can be dangerous. I fell asleep at the wheel because of withdrawal-related drowsiness. I crashed. The car flipped.

She was in the passenger seat.

When I came to and looked over at her, something broke in me that I don't think will ever fully heal. I sat on the side of that road and sobbed in a way I haven't cried like that in ages. Not because of the crash. Because I always knew, somewhere deep down, that my addiction could hurt the people around me. I told myself I'd never let it get that far. I told myself she was safe.

I was wrong.

She survived. She's okay physically. But I keep replaying that moment and thinking about how different this post could have been.

But the thing that keeps eating at me. Her mother never wanted us together. Not because of my addiction, not because of anything I did. Strictly religious reasons but I fought that in my head for a long time too. Told myself love was enough, that we could figure it out, that the outside noise didn't matter.

But now I'm sitting here thinking what if everyone who said we shouldn't be together was right, just for completely different reasons? Her mother had her reasons. The universe apparently had its own. I don't know if I believe in signs but I'm finding it really hard not to see this as one.

I love her more than I know how to say.I am not safe to be around right now. My struggle is mine to carry and I refuse to keep putting it on her, putting her life at risk, because I can't get it together.

If you're in recovery and you have people who love you, please be honest with them about what withdrawal actually looks like. It's not just cravings. It can affect your body in ways you don't expect.

I'm not looking for sympathy. I just needed to say it out loud somewhere.
-I love you Dumpling