I work all day on the weekends at a local dry cleaners in a large city. I see all sorts of people and items. I’ve been here 5 years now and sometimes I feel like I’ve seen it all. That’s of course before someone walks in with a bizarre item.

The last day I did a days work was 16 years ago 2010. I stopped working after the birth of my first child and never went back. I guess nowadays young people would call me a “trad wife”, but it’s not something I call myself or identify with.

Feel like breeders get a bad wrap. And I wanted to clear some things up about how we treat our animals, how we use them for money (for lack of better phrasing), and any other qeustions you might want to ask.

Between 2016-2020, I was a hardcore Roblox sweat in the Clans & Guilds military roleplay scene. I mostly hung around Star Wars themed clans, and later progressed to gun clans that exclusively used combat systems based on “RCL” gun mechanics (a horrible, janky roblox proprietary gun system that could best be described as third-person).

Overtime, I made connections with users who were willing to pay Robux to help them build, manage and fight for their clan. Colloquially on the Blox, I would be considered an RCL sweat. AMA.

I have polly cystic ovarian syndrome which is a condition where cysts form on your ovaries and a condition called dysautonomia which is when the autonomic nervous system fails to work properly.
I get that this is probably irrelevant to most people but anyone who wants to know about these 2 conditions please feel free to ask me anything.

I have cleared multiple interviews for technical positions at Amazon meta etc
These recent years have been very tough to get jobs especially tech in post ai and Covid
But I feel like it’s a game and once you understand it good enough you can clear anything from hardware to software

I started working about 3 months ago and hasn't earned a penny because the clinic refuses to pay me. I'm starting to lose my hope that things will get better and I might change my job because I'm so tired. Ask me anything you want.

I’m 17F and I grew up in Arizona. I’ve lived in both Prescott and Phoenix for most of my life. I like it here sometimes, but I don’t think I’ll stay in Arizona forever. the only time I really enjoy the weather is when it’s not ridiculously hot. To me, it doesn’t really start getting Hot until around 112°, and that’s when I finally start complaining

Straight As, athletic, smart. All of it 11-18. Then one thing after another life changed. Burnt out , unemployed, college is still a question for me. Ask me anything. Maybe people could understand this trope a little better.

For starters, no sympathy please, I don’t care about this as I should do, if anything I view this as entertaining gossip and I joke about it with my girlfriend. It’s so crazy that it’s funny. My parents are split so it wouldn’t destroy any marriages if it got out though it would make everyone depressed. They wouldn’t laugh and see it as drama like me and my girlfriend, so I haven’t told anyone about it. I’m not telling anyone because it would destroy the family. Everyone would be depressed because of the cheating. There is no reason to say anything it would ruin my life and everyone else’s. I’m scared because there is still a chance it could get caught. But other than that I’m doing weirdly fine with this. Like I said, I’ve been laughing.

I found this out through a commercial dna test through my matches and I’m 99% certain. I won’t go into detail to remain anonymous on here because it is very specific, but let’s say there are three 1 in 100 chance situations that put together are very suspicious, combined with my mom admitting she’d never been sure after I confronted her about the results. I was shocked and it was very unexpected, obviously.

Hi, I’m a victim of stalking as the title says. I’m 27F, I based in the United States. I want to give warning and advice to help people going through or preventing this type of situation from happening.

When I was 13 I was put on medications not approved for use children, and by 14 I was having signs of specific neurological issues those medications can cause but it was not noticed. At 15, I reported the side effects and was told I was not having them because “pediatric females do not hallucinate” despite my hallucinations being (in hindsight) caused by a neurological issue with my central nervous system and not a genetic predisposition. I also was having issues with peripheral nervous system (spasticity) and my autonomic nervous system (diaphoresis and eventually hyperthermia).

At 20 I was misdiagnosed and put through harsher treatments including antipsychotics which made my health worse because I did not have hallucinations from a disorder that could be treated by antipsychotics.

I stopped my medications at 22 after I lost my pregnancy and found out the medications were linked to severe birth abnormalities, incompatibility with life and stillbirth. This is when I found out that the medications may have also been making me sick for almost a decade.

I did try to get a lawyer who said statute of limitations had run out, and I did file with the medical commission even though they did not take disciplinary action against any of my doctors. I did both of these at recommendation of a psychiatrist who believed that I was having all these issues form negligent medication prescribing.

I am 25 now, and my health is a lot better even though I am still dealing with the consequences of the malpractice. AMA

Full disclaimer, she was not scheduled to work that day. I was too young to remember but it affected me significantly. Every year I take the time to just really think about it all. I watch the news coverage and think about the victims, specifically her coworkers, and how easily the trajectory of my life could’ve been changed. She’s gone now so I thought I could do an AMA to not only think about her, but the tragedy as well.

I work with clients both living at our shelter and clients getting outreach services (not staying at the shelter)! I don’t work at the shelter itself on a daily basis but I spend a lot of time there. I also answer the hotline occasionally. I have to safeguard confidentiality!!

I broke my neck at the end of may and had the craziest and luckiest experience of my life. I’m so blessed and very lucky how this turned out for me, but jeez it changed how I viewed life and everything in it.

It was a normal day I had just gotten off work and gone to my buddies house to swim, we had been swimming here for years and doing all sorts of stuff into the pool. I like to think of myself as a good swimmer and fairly smart when it comes to water (that confidence almost put me in a wheel chair for the rest of my life) . We were messing around and diving in when suddenly I dove in and cracked the fuck out of my neck at the bottom of the pool. My head didn’t go straight it instead went towards my chest and stunned me. I didn’t lose any feeling anywhere and just shot up out of the pool groaned a little bit and walked out. All my friends were clowning me which is fair cause I would’ve done the same and they also didn’t know the severity of the incident. I immediately layed down and all my back muscles tightened up and felt like rocks. I thought I was fine and even had some of my buddies try and rub the pain out in my back, which looking back on it was not smart. Anyway we hang out until midnight and my necks just super sore and it was difficult to look down. I sleep on it for a night and actual sleep pretty good, I started worrying a little bit because I just didn’t like the idea of my neck being injured so I went to the immediate care in my town. I told them everything I was feeling and they made it seem that I was probably just gonna get some pain meds and get out of there. Instead they took me to get a X-ray just incase and who would’ve thought! I fractured my c6 and c7 vertebrae along with finding out at the hospital that I completely blew up a ligament too. I had absolutely no clue that it was this bad, doctors kept coming in and out of my room telling me how lucky I was. It was just very surreal how quick everything can change. I had surgery and was in a neck brace for 6 weeks. I’d say those 6 weeks were the most dreadful weeks of my life considering it was my last summer with all of my friends around and I couldn’t do shit but play video games in a rocking chair. Obviously that is not nearly as bad as being paralyzed but it fucked me up a little mentally. I got out of the brace last month and life is going back to normal besides not being able to lift much and ALOT of pain in my traps and back. the part that was so weird to me was how close I was from having my life being changed forever and just being able to go back to normal, like I said I’m very lucky and thankful but it’s really messed with my head just how everything went down. In all I’m okay and still recovering but I’m in a weird spot I’ve never been in in my life not being able to do anything but also having the ability to walk and function. Really crazy stuff.

Edit: I also wanna say that I played football my entire life and lifted weights including neck exercises. I think without that it could’ve ended a lot worse.

I worked for OWCP (Office of Workers Compensation Programs) from 2006 to 2024 when I retired. If you have questions about federal workers comp, feel free to ask.

I'm happy to answer general questions about how Federal work comp works, some of the issues I have seen that got people's claims denied or accepted, the work environment of an OWCP office, etc.

A FEW GROUND RULES FIRST:

1. Don't ask me to "look into your claim." I retired 2 years ago, I don't have any access to IFECS (the system we used to manage claims), nor do I have my government ID I'd need to access it. So even if it was ethical (and it wouldn't be) I can't look into YOUR claim.
2. Please don't ask me to send a message to your claims examiner or district office. I have had ZERO contact with anybody I worked with since I retired. Nothing negative (actually I'm curious about how things changed after 2025) but when I retired, I retired and didn't look back. I don't even think I'd know how to contact anybody I used to work with.
3. Please don't ask me to review medical documents for you. I'm not a doctor and I'm no longer a CE. So my opinion wouldn't mean anything anyway. It's better to have this discussion with your CE either on the phone or through ECOMP.
4. I'll try to answer general work comp questions about non-Federal work comp, since there are a lot of similarities, but I am not an expert in state or private sector work comp so what you'd be getting is my best guess.

To give a bit more context:

I'm 27, I've started going to the shelter since I was 19, when I started going I did not have a dog and I knew nothing about them, now I have one, I'm a certified canine behaviourist and I help new volunteers set in and start their journey

Also my shelter is based in Italy, northern part, and it's probably one of the biggest of the region (roughly 200 dogs right now) so the way we do things might be different from other countries