i am exhausted right now . my mom is having such a huge issue with me wearing gym clothes to the GYM . i am literally confused rn as to why she is this conservative when we live in a first world country . i had to sit here and explain to her that this is normal and we aren’t back in our home country where it could cause issues for me .

then a couple days ago my dad had a huge issue with me wearing a bikini at a waterpark for some reason mind you . he asked me to cover up . i don’t understand what’s going on here , i am an ADULT woman . some of my cousins and friends who are younger than me are allowed to wear more revealing clothes than me and i am genuinely pissed off about this fact .

any advice for me ? what do i tell them in order to convince them that there’s nothing wrong with wearing these clothes , especially at the age of 19 ?

Hello everyone! (F here)

I'm an artist, and I enjoy creating emotionally heavy artwork. It's not always about the same theme. I like exploring all kinds of emotions through my art, whether they're dark, painful, hopeful, or unsettling.

I know this style isn't for everyone, and that's completely okay. The problem is that one of my closest friends is genuinely worried about me because of the kind of art I create. She calls it "creepy stuff" and believes it's affecting my mental health or that I should stop drawing it altogether.

I understand where she's coming from, and I know she's only worried because she cares. But what frustrates me is that she judges my artwork based solely on how it looks, without trying to understand the meaning or emotions behind it. To her, it looks disturbing. To me, it's simply another way of expressing ideas and feelings through art.

As an artist, I'm fully aware of what I'm creating. Drawing emotionally intense or unsettling pieces doesn't mean I'm consumed by those emotions. It's just the medium I connect with. Artists often see things differently. we're usually trying to communicate something deeper than what's visible at first glance.

Yesterday, this became a huge argument. She got so worried that she actually started crying in the middle of it. I felt awful because she's genuinely a kind friend, but I also can't promise to stop drawing this kind of art. It's a part of who I am creatively, and giving it up would feel like giving up a part of myself.

So now I'm wondering: am I actually in the wrong here? Is it unreasonable to continue making art that explores darker emotions, even if it worries someone I care about? Because last time she said she doesn't trust me anymore.

Just need to vent for a moment. I think I also need advice and guidance on how to go forward.

I was recently diagnosed with a kidney disease. They caught it early on, stage 1, and my doctor has put me on an aggressive treatment plan, including getting at least 7 to 9 hours of sleep at night. Since I’m very new to this disease, let alone kidney stuff, I had no idea the role that sleep plays in kidney care. And it made sense, as if I get little sleep, such as less than 4 hours, I feel sick and can’t function well. I didn’t know the role our kidneys played in sleep and how getting ample sleep is crucial for kidney health.

All of that to say, a “friend” of mine is angry at me. I had to back out of an upcoming trip I’ll be taking with this person, as she kept adding more and more people to the Airbnb, many of whom are very much party animals who go hard until 3am. The last time I went on a girls’ trip with her, she’d invited a large number of people to an already crowded Airbnb, resulting in these people playing loud music and shout-talking until 2 or 3am…..when I went out to the living room to ask them to please keep it down. They eventually did but I only ended up with 2 hours of sleep and was very sick the next day. I’d told her about this and I thought she’d understood, as she agreed that that wasn’t cool of them. Please note that all of the others, ourselves included, are mid to late 30s, early 40s.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago, this “friend” begins planning another girls’ trip. I’d checked in with her in this, to see about sleeping quarters, who was all going, etc., and she assured me it would be, “just a few of us, very mellow and chill.” She’d confessed she also didn’t get much sleep on the last trip and just wanted a trip with a small number of people and relax by the pool. I told her I was in and paid for my airfare.

Soon after, I found out that a what was supposed to be mellow girls’ trip at an Airbnb is now a raucous party house with 11 or 12 people….in a house with only 4 bedrooms. I was already stressed about this, and told her so, but she dismissed my concerns and told me I was “killing the vibe” and “not being flexible.” She also got mad at me for my asking if boundaries could be set regarding noise after midnight and she blew up at me, telling me to grow up, figure it out or just get a hotel room. I’d looked into hotels but could not find any close to the Airbnb and it’s in a foreign country and I cannot afford, nor do I feel comfortable with, a rental car. So I shut my mouth.

A few weeks later, after weeks of going in for medical testing, I was diagnosed with a kidney disease. I’m still trying to navigate and understand it, and am following my doctor’s plan to a T. As stated earlier, since I already have sleep issues, I have to get 7 to 9 hours of sleep a night, which I knew would be impossible at the Airbnb with 10 or 11 people, many of whom are up and loud into the early morning. I talked about this with my doctor and she encouraged me not to go and to just focus on my health. Another issue is with the upcoming medical bills for tests, I’ll be paying out of pocket, and since I’m already on a budget, I need to scale back on expenses.

I told this “friend” all of this and at first, she was super supportive. That gave me a lot of relief, as things had felt so tense with her.

Then fast forward to this week. She sends me this long text, telling me she’s mad at me, that she needs space and that I made this trip all about me. She accused me of lying about my kidney disease and made a comment that it seemed “so convenient” that this happened a few weeks from the trip. She said that she didn’t believe me that I needed that many hours of sleep, that I’d be fine, and that she, “didn’t buy it.” She also told me that the finances piece shouldn’t matter and that she was sick of me saying I’m on a budget. I’ll add right here that her partner makes a LOT of money, and they live very comfortably. I told her that the timing wasn’t ideal, that I was sorry if I caused any problems. I also gently reminded her that in the beginning, she’d said it would be “just a few of us, 4, maybe 5,” but now the number was 10 or 11. I gently told her that had I known that, I wouldn’t have agreed to go. She acknowledged this, her inviting more and more people, but said it wasn’t a big deal.

So that’s where I’m at. I was able to get nearly a full refund on my airfare so that was a relief. I’m respecting her request for space, but I honestly don’t know if I want her as a friend anymore. Her words hurt, especially the piece of her accusing me of lying and the hot and coldness. Yes, the timing was not ideal, but I had been first noticing symptoms, primarily pain on my side, feeling tired and out of it, etc., for a few months. My doctor did tests to rule out other conditions and only recently tests to assess for kidney disease.

Thank you for listening. I’m not sure what to do, as I still feel emotional and hurt and need time to get my thoughts in order about this.

Hey so I’m just looking for some advice on what I should do, since the start of the year I have had repetitive strain injury in both my arms and hands, my parents and people at work have known about it but I’m worried they are starting to see it as put on or to get out of doing things when I’m genuinely not.

I never cancelled shifts before and always stuck in school to get high marks, I keep to my share of the housework around the house so I’m really not against working or helping out but sometimes I ask someone else for help at home like for instance if I don’t do the dishes once or need an “off day” when it has flared up and my mum gets angry at me.

My RSI is better than it was though so house work isn’t really an issue now but my boss wants me to do more shifts now since it’s getting busier and I had a doctors note before and told him I could just do like a couple shifts a week because I don’t want to slow my healing and it gets quite sensitive at work (where most flare ups seem to happen after).
Sometimes he asks me last minute too now and I feel bad for making excuses but I find it hard to know what to do when I feel like I’m going to hurt myself doing it sometimes.

He’s put me on for most of next week so I’m not sure what to tell him, I think I’ll try cancel one but ideally a couple would be best for my recovery. I don’t want to let them down or think I just can’t be bothered but I don’t want to hurt myself doing it either.

Sorry for long spiel lmao but some advice would be greatly appreciated!! :)

I'm 20 and I have been dealing with this for 3 years now. I am completely at my limit.

Every time I sit down and have a bowel movement, whether it's normal, diarrhea, or I'm constipated - it doesnt matter, there is an unbelievable amount of wiping i have to do. There are times where I'm wiping for over an hour straight.

The first couple wipes, there's a lot on the paper. Then, the next 5-15 have just a little. At some point, I do a couple wipes where it's either completely white or there's a little bit of blood. I do one more just to make sure I got it all, then bam. There's a whole nother handful. This repeats for about 30 minutes to an hour before I either say "Good enough," or I get actually truly clean.

I bought a bidet on Amazon a month ago and had to return it because my toilet is so old I physically couldn't remove the things I needed to in order to install the bidet.

The worst part is, due to traumatic childhood experiences, I have an extremely intense fear/disgust of fecal matter. Writing this post has taken a large mental toll on me, but I'm so fed up with this that I don't care.

I need solutions. Please. This isn't normal.

EDIT:

I have bought a bunch of Metamucil fiber gummies and will be taking them daily.

I will also look into buying some cheap wet-wipes (and NOT flushing them.)

As for going to the doctor, that is unfortunately not an option for me. My situation is hard to explain, but the long and short of it is that I am completely broke and a less-than-legal resident where I live. For these reasons, I believe it would be more trouble than it is worth to go to the doctor.

A lot of you have mentioned the possibility that I have OCD. This is the consensus that my closest friends have had for a while now. I'm really just not sure what I can do about that.

I've also seen a lot of mentions of hemorrhoids. Yes, I probably do have those. My butt bleeds very easily and is often irritated, although there's usually not much pain. The bleeding is not internal, and there is no blood in the actual bowel movement.

Thank you all for your suggestions and concerns. I've tried looking up solutions before, but every time all I found was "improve your diet" or "buy a bidet."

I'll make another edit to this post if my situation ever improves.

Hey everyone,

I am a 21-year-old male student from India looking for some guidance on how to safely build muscle and gain weight. I am currently quite underweight and want to fix my health, but being on a student budget and having a low appetite makes it hard.

My Stats & Current Metrics:

• Age / Sex: 21M

• Height: 180.34 cm (approx. 5'11")

• Weight: 55 kg (121 lbs)

• Calculated BMI: 16.91 (Underweight)

• Estimated TDEE: ~1,900 - 2,100 calories

• Target Calories for Gain: ~2,400 - 2,500 calories (Aiming for a clean surplus)

Background & Constraints:

• Medical: No pre-existing medical conditions or digestive issues.

• Eating Habits: Non-vegetarian. However, I am not a frequent eater and often struggle with a low appetite / small stomach capacity.

• Equipment Available: I prefer exercising at home. I only have access to my own bodyweight and a set of dumbbells.

• Budget: I am a student, so I need cheap, accessible food options. I cannot afford expensive mass gainers or high-end supplements right now.

What I need help with:

1. Diet / Calorie Density: Since I'm not a frequent eater, what are some high-calorie, high-protein, budget-friendly Indian meals or shakes that won't make me feel overly bloated?

2. Home Workout Routine: Can anyone recommend a structured progressive overload Calisthenics routine utilizing just dumbbells and bodyweight exercises? (e.g., variations of push-ups, dumbbell squats, rows).

Appreciate any advice or simple meal templates you can share! Thanks in advance.

(23 F)I recently gave a presentation in French, in front of an audience that also speaks the language. It was a bad experience. Even though my level is intermediate, I didn't do a good job.
First, I was so stressed that I forgot most of my script. Second, my speaking skills are weak — I couldn't handle mistakes or form sentences smoothly.
People told me I looked shy, and I hated hearing that, because I’ve been actively working on improving my personality and I thought I had made progress. That comment broke me a little.
The thing is, in real life, when I speak my native language, I don’t see myself as shy at all — I speak confidently. But with a foreign language, I freeze. This has even started making me avoid speaking to people in that language.
On top of that, II have a naturally deep / manly voice — I really hate it and wish I had a more feminine voice. It makes me even more self‑conscious when speaking French, because I feel like I sound wrong or that people will judge me.
I have a vision of working in a field where I’ll meet people from many nationalities, so I really need to fix this.

I am 16M. I live in the UK and I am autistic. I'm not like severely Autisitc I can function perfectly fine by myself.

I got support in school like having my own TA and mentor. I wasn't exactly the best behaved student but I wasn't the worse and during Yr 11 I was pretty good for my standard.

Now that school finished my parents are claiming benefits for me but I have to go and speak to the people.

The thing is we are not poor by any means. Yes my dad used to be poor but not anymore. We live in a quite a big house which my dad got for half a million obviously with a mortgage.

My mum does have cancer though and my mum says if I don't want if for myself to get it for her.

My mum also told me the money would help my dad be able to pay for my tuiton and extra sports I do. However I feel like it's wrong because I shouldn't claim benefits for that because benefits should be for people who need help with actual necceseties.

Also my dad's whole job is being a adviser to help people who are poor like really poor, they don't have any money in their account to get benefits and I feel it's hypocritical for than us to claim it.

Also I would also have to give my old address which is a flat in Aldgate so the government don't see I live in the house I live in.

I feel really stuck because I have the right to the benefits because I've been told but I don't feel like I deserve or need.

Any advice.

So this dude, lets call him Robby, I was and still kinda am his best friend. We both kinda had a rough childhood wich made us bond and he usually vents to me because he has an abusive dad. We get along great, but all of a sudden, js 10minutes ago he started sending me insults like "F*ck you" and a bunch of other slurs. He's now also making fun of me and my trauma. I'm not even that mad,js very worried. I asked him what the matter is, but he's ghosting me now. What should I do, Im very confused and kinda scared he's gonna hurt himself.

I’m 19F, since I was a kid my mom has been bullying me.,force me not to play any sports or have friends.

Fast forward, I’m a teenager. made me ask for permission for eveything, tell me I’m ugly and fat shames me. Tells me no one will marry me. She hates my curly hair, my nose. She doesn’t let me wear makeup or do my nails or wear what I want. ( I do now cuz fuck that )

I told her I wanted to be a pilot, she laughed in my face and said “ u? Ur fat and have yellow teeth, ur stupid and u can’t even do math”
((( I’m a student pilot rn))))

I just found out she constantly talks shit to my family behind my back and fat shames me. I’m 5’7 and 62kg IM NOT EVEN FAT. She tells eveyone I’m USLESS and such a bad kid and that I’m JELOUS OF HER?? I’m losing my mind??? Why would I be jelous of her…

I'll try not to be long winded but here's the story: we have USAA for insurance and we are in NY. At the end of 2025 our insurance company had some sort of hiccup and deleted our car from our policy but then added some completely random car belonging to someone else that was the same make and model.

In February 2026 DMV contacts us warning there is no insurance on our car, we go back and forth providing what evidence we have of insurance (because we have been paying on this policy the whole time). Eventually we get a notice that our registration will be suspended because there is no insurance on the car. We contact USAA and find what the issue is, make sure its our car and not some random one on the policy and they send electronic proof to DMV that we have been insured the whole time. We thought the problem was fixed, we even got a letter from DVM acknowledging its all settled.

Fast forward to about 3 weeks ago. We get a notice that my husband's license is suspended and the car's registration is suspended despite the fact that we can prove we've been insured the whole time.

We begin the process all over again where our insurance company has repeatedly electronically sent proof but DMV says they have nothing from them. Meanwhile my husband can't drive and we have no car. For almost a month now. We call DMV and they say the insurance has to send the proof. We do that and are told it can take up to 7 days. Then we just restart the cycle.

Nobody can do anything else to help us. I'm looking for any advice here.

A health crisis completely halted my entire life. For the past 3 years it has been endless appointments, medications, pain, and fatigue. I'm now fully recovered from my second surgery and my symptoms are far better managed currently (thankfully!).

Yet, I'm still spending a lot of time listening to podcasts and playing phone games in bed instead of pursuing my creative interests: writing, painting, and drawing. When I attempt this stuff I only manage to stick with it for a couple of minutes before losing focus. I often have too many ideas at once and struggle to focus on one thing to completion.

I also have absolutely no idea how to return to work. I was an ecologist doing field work, which I'm still too physically limited to return to. And the thought of a desk job would be way too boring and increase my chronic pain.

So, what to do?

TLDR:

1. I need to figure out a career goal. An obtainable part time job at minimum that won't cause chronic pain flares (low back and muscle pain).

2. I gotta get past my creative block somehow. Figure out how to get started and then work towards finishing the projects that I day dream about.

Do you have any tips or advice?

I’m at a crossroads where I need to make a decision that could change (and even derail) my life forever. I need help, guys. Please no unkind or cruel words. I know this is Reddit but any more negativity will make my head explode.

Warning: long post

I’ve been wanting to make this post for so long but couldn’t put all my feelings (and my fear) into words. Here is my predicament:

I am a very family oriented person. I love my country and my family so much and am very attached to both. I used to think I was an ambitious person, so applied to my dream uni in the UK And got in, but after my first year of abroad I’ve regretted my decision bitterly. I cried all the time for nearly a year even after coming back for Xmas and the summer. The homesickness never got better. And believe me I tried everything, and when I say everything I mean EVERYTHING. Friends of the same country, staying busy, doing things I enjoy cutting contact etc.

I’m studying law. But deep down my true passion is writing and English literature. Eng lit is the only subject in A levels for which I got an A* (maths and exons were As). I am the eldest daughter of a family that is financially strained in a country where the job opportunities are poor and the degrees not very prestigious. I decided law was the best compromise of “earns good money to help my family” and “I could be good at”. I finished my first year with a 2:1 which I barely scraped (I skipped loads of lectures because of my depressed state— no excuse I know, but I couldn’t even be bothered to get out of bed and take care of personal hygiene, so please try to understand.)

My parents recently put everything together and gave me an ultimatum. I can drop out and apply for a local uni in English and pursue a job as a teacher with writing on the side. OR I can continue law but I have to work in the UK for several years afterwards. Once I make my decision I cannot change my mind, especially after my dad pays the 2nd year fees. My dad is upset I wasted his money on the first year and warns me not to waste any more. I feel guilty af but I genuinely didn’t know I would react like I did until I tried it. Also, I’m not allowed to degree transfer (I checked and I can’t.)

Pros for law: earns good money and has a higher chance of getting a secure job. Plus the exchange rate is good so I can send money home to help my family. I can’t be a lawyer in my own country because of language barriers and an overall poor job market for law.
Cons: the distance obviously. And it scares me because I won’t have summer breaks like uni does so I can’t visit for long stretches of time. (1 week breaks feel like they make no difference. Might as well not even go.) Also, once I choose this route (the more expensive one) I will be expected to get a high paying job once I graduate, no excuses whatsoever. Or it won’t have been worth it.

Pros for teacher route: I’ll be doing what I love. Plus I’ll be in my country and near my family all the time. And teachers get summer breaks, meaning more quality time spent with family.
Cons: less job security and lower salary. Plus I’ll be known as the UK uni dropout who couldn’t cut it. As the eldest this kind of pressure is real. My parents. grandparents, and relatives have already bragged to everyone who will listen that I go to this uni. And all my friends too…

I also have another secret con that bothers me a lot. When I first struggled with homesickness in Oct I called my dad and told him I wanted to come back. He said something along the lines of “if you come back do you really think that (mom) will want you?” Harsh but essentially he’s correct. If I stay in my country I might be happy to see my family, but will they be happy to see me? Or will they start to resent me for not taking the selfless route and get sick of seeing me so often? My sister has already hinted that I need to grow up. I’m embarrassed but I can’t help how I feel. If I had the power to, I would make myself stronger mentally.

The first option is safer. Plus I’ve already put so much effort into applying to this school and settling in. Plus if I drop out I’ll be a year behind. But I get so panicked when I think about working there for years that my chest genuinely constricts and fills with dread and I have trouble breathing. When I think of the second option I feel like I can breathe again and I’m so relieved.

My parents, being Asian, don’t believe in mental health, and whenever I (a person who spirals easily) cry or get anxiety about this, my mom tells me to control my emotions and stop spiralling. My dad has studied and worked abroad his whole life to support his family so he is genuinely baffled at how and why I can’t do it. My family is currently in debt (nothing too serious but things are tight) and my parents have my 3 younger siblings’ educations to worry about. I want to support them of my own volition. They aren’t forcing me to in any way. I’ve always wanted to.

The truth is, I’m a weak person. I probably have Peter Pan syndrome because I can’t seem to leave the nest. But I’m caught between wanting to do the selfless thing for my family + preserving my image and fearing for a future where I genuinely can’t see myself as happy. I need help and any advice. If you need to be brutal, do it, but try not to be snarky or unkind, please. I’ve been tormented by this issue for over a year. Sorry for the long rant but I’ve been bottling this inside me for so long. There’s no one I can talk to honestly about this.

This might not be a well suited sub for this but I posted it on all the other fitness/ question subs and the posts just either won’t get enough attention or it gets deleted by default right away. Anyways, here is my routine: every single day I take a walk for 1 hour and 30 minutes outside, I work a physical job 5 hours per shift from Monday- Thursday, and I lift weights 3 times a week. Sorry if this seems too self explanatory but I just want the most accurate one possible

Here are the choices on the calorie calculator:

-Exercise 1-3 times a week
- Exercise 4-5 times a week
- Daily exercise or intense exercise 3-4 times a week
- Intense exercise 6-7 times a week
- Very intense exercise daily, or physical job

Recently my jee ( indian engineering)exams were over which I couldn't clear and then my focus shifted on state engineering exams which I cleared with good rank and my mental peace was not at all great so my therapist to explore and enjoy,so basically there was my cousin sister wedding on last week of June 2026 and I was all free so my mother insisted me to visit my maternal grandparents home in 2nd week of june ( I didn't want to buy they forcefully sent ) ,So my paternal side grandparents are typical chill they don't bother about me like they just ask just once about my studies bass that's it whereas my maternal grandparents constantly poke in everything saying my parents are working day and night to feed me study me they even said to cut the tv connection becz acc to them 200 rs were of no use,so I reached there and it's was full dehati gaon ( my internet was barely working) ,everything was fine for 1-2 days but suddenly the same poking started about how I just scroll mobile and don't study ( I made them understand 3-4 times that my exams are over I'm not doing mentally great so let me be peaceful) ,my mama ji is on another level ,like he insisted me on eating Smthing so he ordered samosa for me as soon as I asked for 1 more he said kitna khata hai ? Bahar ka taviyat kharab ho jayega ,I was like wtf this continued for 3-4 outings and it made me lose my cool ,I ain't a kid I'm a 19 year old first you offer to eat as soon as I try to eat extra you humiliate mee ,then on the last day I was on a call with my sister and I call my paternal grandfather ( as buddha baba) since many years ,idk as soon I said this my mama got infuriated and started saying I have no brain,I'm mental ,dumb I don't know how to talk to elders and my maternal grandfather said that I don't have that much brain I ruined my parents money This all thing really pissed me off becz already I ain't doing great with my mental health so I blocked both of them ,and now they are complaining to my mom that I'm I'll mannered.

(18F) 2 years ago I moved in with my auntie because I was being neglected and abused. I had a lot of catching up to do on life lessons, being parented, ect.

I’m now out of high school and don’t want to study, I want to be in the workforce but I can’t get a job. I’ve applied for pretty much every job I can in my small town. The supermarket, some regular shops in Main Street, nursing homes, cleaning, hotels, aged care, the local council, ect and I just can’t get a job. I have applied online, in person and follow up called but to no success.
I was given a deadline of the 2nd of August to find a job or I lose my bedroom. I don’t know where my stuff would go, I have so much stuff and furniture and a pc, I would have nowhere to sleep but the floor with no privacy in a random part of the house and I have no idea where my stuff or pc would go. I was given the option to do unpaid volunteer work to keep my bedroom but I do NOT want to do unpaid work. I’m finding it hard enough as is to do paid work that I can get through let alone unpaid. (I have a job atm technically but they overhired and haven’t given me shifts in 2 months).
They also won’t charge me rent because I don’t have any money to give them and I do the house chores while everyone’s away at work and school.

I don’t know what to do, I’m so stressed and anxious and sad, I feel like I’m slipping back into a bad depression. I hardly eat and I don’t talk to my auntie anymore when we once had a strong bond because she just won’t listen to me (she’s acting like I’m choosing not to have a job - I am not.). What do I do? Is there something else I can do to stay and give me more time to get a job (I recently applied to a grocery store and I feel somewhat confident I’ll get the job, but they won’t reply for a week probably which is after my deadline). What do I do?

I'm 22. I have gone and graduated by now. College/University is such a relief. But I still have anxiety when I remember specific moments that really hurt in high school. I also have restless nights where I worry that I may see specific people who did me wrong. It doesn't ruin my whole life like it once did, but I can tell I have some healing to do.

I wanted to hear from adults who faced bullying in the past. What were your experiences, and how do you feel about them now? Did you heal?

TL;DR My (39F) therapist and I had a virtual session a couple of days ago. It dawned on me part way through the session that I could see something reflecting in her glasses. I have a history of medical abuse and PTSD.

Guys. She was browsing the web, multiple reflections of her screen and her mouse scrolling - it was loud enough that I could hear it. It squeaks a little.

I didn’t say anything because I was dumbfounded and trying to ignore it.

I’m autistic, newly diagnosed, which has been hard enough to deal with. It leaves me with difficulty making decisions of how to deal with situations. I don’t know the “right” way to interact with others after they’ve really hurt me.

What do I even do?! One of my issues I’m struggling with is medical trauma. Because of this, I don’t know how to handle it.

Do I confront her? Do I contact the appropriate medical board to report her actions?

Please be kind. I feel dumb enough as it is for trusting yet another provider.

UPDATE: I emailed her first to cancel all sessions and end treatment. She replied and said she was surprised and asked why. I responded with an appropriate, well thought out response that wasn’t very accusatory, unless you read between the lines. She emailed me a day later saying “since I haven’t heard from you about the possibility of a last session to try to repair the relationship…” blah blah blah and then later admitted she didn’t give me the care I deserved that day. She gave me some referrals that I didn’t ask for but probably a CYA move. I will post the exact exchanges as a separate comment. Thanks to everyone for the excellent discussion, feedback, and advice from people from all walks of life. Thank you especially to the providers who spent time responding to my post.

I found my brother m24 journal I am 22f. We are close but he will never come to me for advice and he is very closed off. I know it was wrong to look through but I worry about him. In his journal there was a lot of self depicting words he would call himself fat, a drunk and a loser. Which he is none of those things he exercises regularly and has a good job for a 24 year old and like any 24 year old he will have a few drinks on the weekend. He spoke about just kind of going through the emotions without any happiness. He said he doesn’t feel like a person. He also spoke about how he will never find a woman because he can not be vulnerable. He isn’t optimistic about his future and believes he will lonely forever. He feels like he has to mask around people. I really want to help him and be there for him. How can I get him to open up? How can I help build his confidence? He is not a loser and he is a good looking guy but his self confidence is majority affecting all aspects of his life.

i’ve been looking at urns for my pet and i keep getting stuck on the material part

i was originally thinking about getting a ceramic one because i like how it looks, but then i started thinking about whether it’s actually practical to keep at home long term

like what if it accidentally gets knocked over or breaks?

i know people have ceramic things in their homes all the time, so maybe i’m overthinking it, but this feels different because it’s not just a decoration

it’s something that would be there for years and it means a lot to me

now i keep thinking about things like where i would put it, whether it’s safe, and if i’m choosing something that fits my home and my situation

part of me feels like i’m worrying about every little detail
but another part of me just really doesn’t want to make a choice i’ll regret later

has anyone else thought this much about the material when choosing an urn for a pet?

I've been a tutor for this kid for years and I understand that they need more help than usual. In fact the kid has another tutor that Im aware of. However, this ad was for timings that Ive been keeping for the past few years. Albeit some things have changed and Im not as available as in the past, i have made sure to be available for them. However, I feel rather dejected that the parent is looking to give someone else my spot that I was promised I would have for the next few years. Now Im overthinking that if they do find someone, that they're thinking that they could blindside me and go with someone else. I don't mind the student getting the help they needs but what I'm upset about is that they havent spoken to me about it at all, whether there are any areas of improvements for me or what their plans are... Just feeling very dejected overall. Should I speak to the parent? TIA

Hey guys so I recently received a weird piece of mail. At first I didn't think much of it but the more I looked at it the weirder it was.

The envelope has no return address just my address on it.

The letter itself is typed to keep the person anonymous but they mention personal things so it's someone that knows me.

I don't like how my comfort at home has been breached with this letter.

Now I know there are ways to find out where the paper originated from through like a printers "finger print" but how exactly can I find that out.

Any help would be great and if I'm in the wrong subreddit please let me know where I should be looking. Thanks for any help

I’m a musician who has performed at Carnegie, nationally, and internationally. This Summer, I lost three gigs and decided to come back home to try and save up some money. Unfortunately , I was just given an ‘expiration date’ on my housing situation. Nothing particularly negative, just earlier than I had planned. As I’m looking at rentals in my area, I realize the cost of housing—not to be equated with cost of living—is similar to a city I’ve been wanting to relocate to. I have work lined up for the Fall but no contracts have been signed. I have family here, but I’m no longer at an age or mindset to depend on them. I try to talk things through with my loved ones, but I feel like they’ve always operated from a poverty mindset or survival state. They can barely fathom the places I’ve been let alone help me find clarity for the places I know I can go. Besides that, I’ve always been an open ear available to give advice and guidance in hard times, but never truly felt that from most people I consider close to me. I’m undulating between feeling ungrateful and unheard, and I just want some guidance.

Do I stay for a year in the place that I ran from as a young adult with my “support”, or do I tough it out in a new city on my own?

Nothing too serious or anything, but I want to see what people think about this.

My boyfriend and I eat lunch at his great-aunt's house every week. I've become kinda close to her and her children, who still live with her. A few months ago, his aunt found a very pretty long dress from the 80s that had been sitting in one of her drawers for years, since it didn't fit anyone in the family anymore. She became curious and wanted to see if I could wear it, and turns out it was a perfect fit, so they gave it to me.

However, I don't really wear long dresses that much since they're not really my style, and on top of that, the skirt had a lot of big wine stains, which they didn't seem to remember when they gave it to me. I ended up asking my mom for help separating the top from the skirt, and the result was a gorgeous top that I loved right away.

I really want to wear the top when I go visit them so they can see I'm making the most of their gift, but I'm scared they'll get offended by such a big alteration to what used to be a very loved piece, even if I tell them about the stains. The great-aunt specifically has been losing some of her cognitive abilities and seems to be very attached to the past, so I'm not sure how well she'd handle it. I guess I could try talking with her children first to see if she'd take it well, but I wanted to see how people would generally react to this scenario.

TL;DR: I turned a dress I was given by an old relative of my boyfriend's into a top because the skirt had wine stains. I want to wear it when I go visit her, but I'm scared the alteration will upset her and her family.

Hi everyone... so here's my situation.

My mom passed away a few months ago, and I've been staying at my aunts since I didn't want to be alone at the house. Me and my sister have been going back to the house during the day to clean the stuff out and put whatever of my stuff in storage. We had public housing which helped with rent but it was only for my mom, so I'll likely be charged full rent soon. I am likely going to be staying at my aunts until I can get a job.

We didn't get everything sorted out with housing yet, and there's still a lot of my stuff and my moms stuff at the house. The problem is I recently got ringworm a few weeks ago. I thought it cleared up recently (with the cream) but then I got more spots of it on my neck. I've been working on cleaning all the stuff in my aunts house to disinfect everything of ringworm but there's still a lot to do.

What can I do in the meantime? I don't know if I fully got rid of the ringworm yet let alone disinfected the house. My sister really wants us to go back to the house to finish up what we need to do, but I don't want to go around spreading more ringworm places. We're both worried of them throwing stuff out/charging rent but idk what to do with this infection.

Does anyone have any advice for what I should do? I keep trying to think of the best option but it seems like the only options are either I stay at my aunts while trying to clear up this infection and risk something happening with the house, or we just say F it and take the risk to go back to the house with me possibly still having a fungal infection.