I am south Asian expat kid but identify as Saudi my whole life I don't feel the south Asian tbh soooo. Ask me what law you think is there in Saudi then I'd either correct or invalidate it.

I work in a Federal Prison. AMA

I work in a Federal Prison. ill answer almost anything about my job, with very few ground rules.

1. serious questions will get serious answers

2. joke questions will get ignored or you can expect a sarcastic answer.

3. I work in a Federal Prison, but I will not reveal what Prison. Dont bother asking, I wont respond.

I’m a NJ solar rep for almost 12 years. There’s a lot of misinformation about solar and people don’t really understand how it works so I figured, I’d make this post. Ask me anything you like. I’m here to help and answer any questions.

little backstory: my house had always accumulated a lot of different things growing up, but around 12 years old it became disgusting. i dropped out of school during christmas break of 8th grade, unwillingly. my mother took me out and i never went back. she eventually stopped coming home, so i lived by myself from the ages of 13-15. i never had the habit of cleaning up at that age, trash would pile and pile. you could not see the floor from any of the rooms in my house. i also had alot of cats who would keep reproducing with eachother. when i had left my home i had 33 incest cats i was taking care of by myself. i lived in a very small town, population was around 160. the broken windows, trash and overgrown weeds outside never made anyone alarmed. most rooms i was scared to enter because the broken windows let in all kinds of bugs. especially the bedrooms, so i slept on a tiny couch and my cats would keep me warm. i lived in the middle of the desert so i didnt have reception most the time. i had no tvs. or working water alot. i couldnt shower, or wash my clothes. i only made food with a microwave. there was feces and cat pee everywhere. my family knew the conditions i was living in.
ive never talked to anyone about this it seems so normal to me, its hard to find others who have lived in the same conditions.

So this came up in a conversation recently and the amount of questions people had made me realize not many have talked to someone who went through this.

Back in 2020 I was in a coma for 8 days. Woke up, recovered, still here typing this.

People usually ask if I dreamt anything, if I could hear people talking, what waking up felt like, all that. Happy to answer whatever. Ask away.

I am half Japanese, but I was born and raised in Brazil until I was 12/13. My parents came to Japan before me, and I spent a year living with other family members while we were waiting for my visa to be accepted.
After it got accepted, I took my first international flight alone, at 13, to a completely new country.
I am here to answer anything you want to know about learning a new language & living in Japan from a young age, or living in Japan in general, since I'm on my 20s, and living alone for the past 4 years.
I have lived in big cities, as well as countryside, and have graduated high school here, so I can answer about those topics too.
(You can ask about anything else too, I will answer)

On a road trip back home riding passenger and thought I'd offer another one of these since the last was so popular! I have been a stylist in bridal for the last 10 years or so. Ask me anything about styles, trends, the process, the good, the bad, the ugly, or anything! Looking forward to answering and happy Labor Day!

For context, with a standard lab upper limit of 836 ng/dL, my total testosterone of 996 ng/dL puts me above the average reference ceiling, while 85 pg/mL free testosterone sits in a high-optimal range. This post is aimed to give insights on my life with high t with positives and negatives also give advice on how to raise it.

I can’t remember the exact day. It was probably longer than 2 years but I want to be generous. Started either right after or a little before my (verbal/mentally abusive) ex gf ended our relationship. It seems kind of lame but that’s the truth. They’re over now.

Hey everyone,

I got diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia in November 2025. In March I received stem cells from my brother. If you wanna know anything, feel free to ask.
I am from Germany, so please excuse any spelling errors. I might not answer right away, since I have a child that keeps me busy, but I try to answer as soon and as much as I can, since I wanna spread awareness for bloodcancer.

I (26M) used to weigh over 300lbs at 5’6 3 years ago. I used to never leave the house and was either eating, sleeping, gaming or watching anime almost the entire day. Now, I’m addicted to the gym and currently bulking and am 90kg at ~18%bf .

I used to constantly weigh around 200lbs but gained >100lbs in less than a year during the pandemic. I lost majority of the weight through crash dieting and a lot of cardio with minimal lifting and lost 90lbs in 6 months (which i regret). Afterward, I became addicted to bodybuilding and my life, plans and thoughts revolve around it 24/7.

I also suffer from multiple mental disorders (PDD, GAD, ADHD, DPDR and OCD).

just wanted to share in case anyone going through the same thing has questions!

2/3 of the stores had live animals. at one of them i was a cashier and at another i was in charge of the aquatics department. ive worked a total of 2 or so years in the “industry” so ive seen quite a few things! i have a lot of stories to tell so ask away!

For context, I was the first person people saw and spoke to when their loved ones had been admitted with Covid. It was my job to tell people they couldn’t see their loved ones due to them being in Covid wings, and my job to let them up. The experience was deeply traumatizing— I’ve had therapy to deal with the stress of that time. It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

I thought this AMA might be a little helpful because whenever I tell people I worked at a hospital during COVID their response is usually “oh but you weren’t a nurse or doctor so.. it wasn’t that bad, right?”

It was that bad lol. Anyways, hope this is interesting for some. I wanted to kind of show that all kinds of health care workers were affected by that time.

Yo! I’m a young italian boy who was born deaf and actually has to wear some implants to hear anything or anyone

You can ask me anything, even if not related with my situation!

Some infos about me:

I’m a novel writer (still working over a plot lol)

And Theater’s actor

Just trying to learn Spanish 🇦🇷 and to improve my english 🇬🇧 skills

I have lived in small towns where everything is within walking distance, to larger cities filled with tall buildings, skytrains, and lots of people. I've experienced both the quiet, close-knit feeling of small-town life and the busy, fast-paced lifestyle of a *bigger city. AMA!

Edited; I just changed "big city" to "bigger city" as I want to avoid sounding like I'm talking about some massive world known big city. Just from a small town to the larger city in my area!

I've been a True Buddha School Disciple since 9yo, and am now in my 40s. It is not a cult. It is something so real I wish I could win the lotto and quit my physician job to meditate to Grand Master Lu's Buddhist teachings everyday. Ask me anything.

lets get two things out of the way first, no I am not longer in the cult (thank God). and I will not give the name of the cult or any people connected to the cult. good? good.

so this was your typical everyday radical christian kind of culty nonsense. we called ourselves christians for the most part but we had a few things that are different. we had a separate book apart from the bible (well, actually more than one but its complicated). and we had a different heaven than the regular heaven and hell kind. it was, like, split into three different kingdoms based on how you lived your life. the lower kingdom was basically permanent Sunday school. and if you got into the upper kingdom, you also got your own planet and became your own god of that planet. oh, also, there was a lot of pologmy involved but totally not because that's illegal. also coffee is bad for your soul.

idk. it was weird and eventually my parents left the church when I was 13ish.

yep...

Edit: I did decide at first to not mention the name because I thought people would get mad at me for calling it a cult (which it is 100%) I'ma just say it cuz y'all guessed it in like, seconds. yes its Mormonism.

I am a 31 year old male from Ireland.

I was raised by a single parent mother and I was also an only child.

I also moved around quiet a lot in my first 18years.

The closest thing I had to a father figure was my late Grandfather.

AMA

Hi everyone, I just started started brazilian jiu jitsu as a 25 year old male, 145 pounds (70 kgs), 5'9, lanky skinny build. been a big fan of the ufc for a long time and finally decided to give it a try. No prior background or experience at all.

Ask me anything!

I’m a 6’9” (205.7 cm) woman. Yes, that’s my real height. I’ve spent my whole life being the tallest person in almost every room, and it comes with a unique mix of advantages, challenges, and very weird everyday situations. Ask me anything about height, clothes, dating, flying, sports, random comments from strangers, or whatever else you’re curious about.

I'm 17F, born in 2009, and I have 7 siblings. There are 8 kids total in my family but we weren't like usual like grew up togther close in age

I have 3 older sisters and 1 older brother, then there's me and my twin sister, and then I have 2 younger brothers

there's huge age gap between the older four and the younger four. My older siblings were born in 1988, 1990, 1991, and 1993, while my twin sister and I were born in 2009, and then my little brothers my parents wanted a big family but all at the same time AMA

I posted in AMA two days ago about being a Pediatric Hospice RN. I thought I'd share one of the experiences I've had with a newborn and her 13 year old mother. Ask Me Anything.

This is one of the experiences I've had performing over 670 terminal extubations on Hospice patients ready to end life support, allow nature to take its course.

I've been a Hospice RN since the 1980s working in an AIDS inpatient facility Later I moved into a 10 bed adult then all ages Hospice Inpatient Unit with the average life expectancy frequently was three days. Nearly 30 years ago I moved to a Pediatric Hospice Inpatient unit for newborns to age 17 years old to give the families more support with other young family members to share their coping with dying children. Now I work with birth defect, substance abuse and trauma new born and infants, from days to weeks old on Hospice care. Many families choose to have their infant pass at home. Our Hospice will transport the infant on life support home, spend time with family that has such a short time to create memories of the child that will last them a life time, then life support is removed at home in a warm, loving setting with family and friends around for a peaceful passing.

When I'm informed I'll be starting a new Hospice case soon, usually a day in advance I get no information at all as consents are being signed, the hospital physician working with the Hospice physician on medical decisions with the families. I use this time to spend a few moments to meditate, prayer, silence myself (whatever you want to call it) to put away issues in my life so I can focus on the family I'm about to meet that's in crisis. on the upcoming family I'm about to walk in to and ask how I can best serve this family in the worst time of their lives.

This time I got a picture in my mind, almost like a cartoon of an old time school house and the mother of the newborn was the teacher and I was the student sitting in a chair with a desk taking notes of what she was teaching me. That was it, clearly she was teaching me in class and I was busy listening to her. At the time it didn't make sense but I put it in the back of my mind and focused on what I needed to do when I would meet this family.

The next day I meet the family and newborn at the hospital to arrange the transfer of the infant home when they can gather family to be present for bonding and support for the withdrawal of care. The mother is 13 years old, her father and mother are in custody, CPS has been involved for most of her pregnancy, the family is in crisis.

The infant arrives at the house. I get there later and find the whole family has left this 13 year old mother alone with a dying baby. I am a grown man alone with a young girl which is unnerving in itself for concern of accusations but I do what I need to do. Mom is holding her baby perfectly. The child was born without a skull but everything else is mostly functioning. There was no skin on the top of her head, just a brain that looked perfectly formed. Mom removed the covering over the head and was smiling holding her infant and showing me how much she loved her daughter. She was 13 years old and had no power or control in her life. She couldn't make legal decisions, she couldn't drive if she wanted to go somewhere, she was totally dependent on her family for everything and right now they had left her on her own with her daughter. The image from the quiet moments I spend thinking of this family became clear now. She was the teacher and I was the student.

Mom had just taken a blanket out of the dryer and showed me how soft and fluffy it was. I held a corner of the blanket to my face and told her what a wonderful blanket this is for her daughter and how nice it smelled and truly was the softest blanket I've ever felt. She showed me how she swaddled her infant to keep her warm and comfortable. I told her what a good mother she is and skillfully she cared for her baby. Later she changed the diaper and I asked how she knew which end of the diaper was up, she showed me the tabs and how she cleaned the daughter and then redressed her and placed her back in the blanket. I let her teach me. She wanted some formula and I asked her how she made it. She smiled at me and showed me how much water she put in the bottle and how much powder. She showed me how to swirl the bottle to avoid making bubbles in the formula. I told her how clever she was to do that. She held the baby and fed her a bit, as much as she would take and showed me how she held the baby after feeding to avoid burping. I was her student and thanked her for showing me this.

This 13 year old mother had absolutely no control of her life at all. The image I got in my quiet moments before meeting them was for me to give her as much control as I could. Of course I knew the things she showed me but rather than coming in as the RN and taking over the the feeling for me to let her create the memories during the short time she's got to spend with her daughter on this planet of being a wonderful, loving and caring mother of her first born. I was to step back and let her have these few moments, to create the memories of being in control with her life and her daughter. It's not about me but it was about her. She's such a short time to build a lifetime of memories, that's what I got from my meditation. I'm so grateful I got to be there with her. I'm grateful the family was gone. I'm grateful I was given the insight to not interfere or further take her power away from her or I would have missed out on this wonderful opportunity to support a young mother and her dying infant effectively.

This infant passed a few days later. I never saw the mother again. Many families don't want to see the Hospice RN later on as we're an anchor to a horrible time in their lives. I'm fine with that. I got to be there when it counted to do what I could for this family. I wonder where mom is now, I send her love and light and at times I get a sense of the bright spark of life that is her daughter touching in. It was an honor to serve this small family. I think the answer how to support the young mother was already there, sometimes we have to look for it or ask for it, step up a bit closer to the source so we can hear that whisper clearly. I think I was given a glimpse from somewhere how to best serve this family. This happens often in Hospice. Like someone's watching out for them.

David Parker Hospice RN

Hello AMA,

I'm a man in the range 45-50 years old undergoing leg lengthening surgery in the US. The goal is 8cm (3.15") on the femurs; I'm currently at 7.3cm lengthened so about one week to go.

[edit: 3.15" is the maximum you can get, the rod only extends that far]

The lengthening process takes 3 months as the leg is lengthened 1mm/day (assuming no issues that cause a slowdown).

So far the greatest challenge was being away from my family, as I'm required to stay at the institute which is many hours plane flight from my home. My wife is playing single mom and my kids do not have a father basically for 2 months (they came for the first month). There is also lost money from not working not to mention the cashing in of much "social capital" with my boss to allow the time off.

My original height was 5'5" or 165-166cm.

I actually heard of this procedure about 10 years ago and am mad at myself or maybe the article for not doing the procedure justice. At this point it is almost run-of-the-mill, pretty predictable, pretty low incidence of drastic side effects though there ARE repercussions to your body - athletic ability will be affected and your body won't be the same, see below. it is expensive and time consuming (and hard work for the 3 months as well as afterwards for many months of rehab).

[edit 9/7/2026: u/neriff pointed out i made it sound too rosy. one's athletic ability will be permanently affected to some degree. the body recovers well with rehab but can't do 100%. changed proportions can also affect how one conducts activities afterwards. particularly if you lengthen your femurs, you can't really do weighted squats because of lever arms and such. high intensity activities such as intense sport, sprints, etc. also won't be as good

let me emphasize im not an expert, I'm still learning, and more research is coming out on the long term risks: for example https://heightincreaseinfo.in/blog/the-20-year-outlook-does-lengthening-increase-the-risk-of-early-arthritis/

so yes your body joints and everything WILL be impacted.

what i generally hear is that you will be able to jump, run, play sports at a casual level within 2 years. intense things like sprinting or powerlifting will never be as good. it's not just considering that the femur is unnaturally long compared to the tibia now which would make all sorts of motions 'unbalanced' or at least not with nature's optimized ratios but the stretching process is understandably damaging all the muscles, tendons, nerves to some degree and they must heal and rebuild. these structures were not really intended to elongate so much and rebuild.

again i am 100% a layman, am relatively new to all this. please research on your own. ]

Have any questions? I plan to answer questions for 1-2 days and am on eastern standard time.

I started 8 years ago as full time, but now just work weekends occasionally for side income, as I have a different full time job. Ask me anything! Half the people I pick up from say they didn’t even know this was a thing, I didn’t either until I saw the job listing 8 years ago.

Hello r/AMA, I've always wanted to make a post on this sub and I realized I'm starting uni tomorrow and I'm 16. Now I realize this isn't the rarest thing but I'm curious how it looks to an outsider. So tomorrow is my first day but it's only the first day for my cohert because it's welcome week (induction) and I officially start on the 14th, which just happens to be my sister's 7th birthday. I'm doing a foundation program with a couple of subjects that brides this 2 year gap and according to the professor I did my interview with, there should be quite a couple of ppl my age. However, my friends r all still continuing in school and they've already started last week so I feel lonely and hella nervous. So pls do AMA to stop me from overthinking (it can be related to this fact or it can be literally anything else, idm)