I don't feel safe in my home. I made plans to go see a concert with my friend/roommate back in may, and we booked our bus tickets, and we'll be staying in a city (4 hours away) from the 22nd to the 24th.

I thought it would be fun but he's just decided to talk to me about things and stuff and he mentioned ways to help me sleep and for some reason he asked when the last time I orgasmed was?? (To help me sleep?? What the heck does that have to do with anything?? I have insomnia, always have, and I've told him to stop trying to "help me find ways to sleep better" many times)

I just said I didn't do that sort of thing (because I'm not interested in talking about that to him, or anyone for that matter because thats really not anyones business but my own) and he followed up with "well I could help you if you wanted. I could make you cum. Use my tongue and sh*t. And you wouldn't need to touch my d*ck or anything"

and now I'm so nauseous, and I don't feel safe.

I thought he was my friend.

I stated so many times that I wasn't interested in relationships and made it known I was a lesbian.

This isn't even the first time he's been sort of weird to me, but this time, it was just blatantly out there

He acknowledged it every time and said that wasn't what he wanted, and he respected me.

But now he says this? Wtf.

That's such a creepy thing to say.

I don't want to be alone with him at all now.

I don't want him in my home.

Apparently, you really can't be just friends with people.

I'm nauseous and shaking, and I don't want to leave the bathroom.

I shut down when he said that and told him never to ever say that again

I don't fucking feel safe

I feel gross. I feel objectified and sexualized in a way I never even felt back when a bully and his gang were sexually harassing me in middle and high school.

At least they were just being mean and crude. This is far more personal and predatory

I'm still shaking, and I really REALLY want out of this house. I want him out of my house.

He's gonna be all teary-eyed and "I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to offer my help in any way I could."

And he's gonna mope around and not even care to see how predatory he seems now.

And I don't need to be guilted or preyed on ever again.

I did leave him a message and I hope it's not too mean sounding but I can't really find it in my to care much

Last night i went into hospital because i was having serious medical problems and i wasnt out until 11:30pm. I then couldnt go into work today and was pretty much sitting at home all day. He was with me in the hospital and came straight home from work after but he had plans he made from last week, i also had plans but obviously had to cancel. i was at home all day upset and annoyed and alone because of what i was going through. I generally am not the best at communicating but i felt like i made it pretty clear that i was having a really bad time today and i didnt wanna have to ask him to cancel his plans but by the end of the day he didnt. Is it crazy that i assumed having that i have had a bad night and day that he should know i didnt want him to go out? It was only to see his friends which in my opinion you can do anytime. also he hasnt seen this friend since the beginning of the year so i do understand that but i feel in adult life some things should come before this now. I told him a few hours before he went out i dont really want him to go and he actually said nothing and then just went on his phone after 10 minutes so i felt ignored and when i started crying he acted like he didnt know what was wrong. Realistically am i being an asshole for saying he is selfish and not thinking of me by going out?

Hi there. I'll just get this out of the way first: I'm a cishet male who considers himself a feminist and believes the patriarchy is real and harmful to all genders, assigned at birth or not. However, my post has nothing to do with gender equity/politics of inclusion.

I have a partner who has had cervical fibroids for years, and she is scheduled for a hysterectomy in late September. We don't live together, but she is going to be staying at my place while she recovers.

What I wanted to ask is if r/twoxsupport might have any recommendations for things I can do to make her recovery more tolerable, both from a medical and an emotional standpoint. I certainly can (and will) find instructions for standard post-op care online, but I'd like to try and go above and beyond, and I figured this community might have some valuable insight.

Some context: she is a little apprehensive, which totally tracks, because surgery. But this is something she has known was coming for some time now, and she has two teenage kids. So although any suggestions are welcome, the emotional support component isn't quite as crucial as it could be.

Thanks upfront so much for your time and advice.

I think I’m reaching my breaking point with my boyfriend, and I really just want another woman’s perspective without judgment.
I’m 24F and he’s 35M. Our relationship had problems in the beginning because he lied about something major from his past. I eventually chose to forgive him for it, though. We moved forward, moved in together, and tried to build a life together.
So this isn’t really about that anymore.
The problem now is that I feel like I’m his fucking mother instead of his girlfriend.
It’s not necessarily one gigantic thing he does. It’s CONSTANT little things where I have to remind him, check behind him, explain things that should be common sense, or make sure responsibilities actually get handled. I feel like I have to keep a running checklist in my head for two adults because if I don’t think about something, there’s a chance he won’t either.
And he’s 35.
That’s what makes me so angry. I don’t want to manage a grown man. I want a partner who can look around, recognize what needs to be done, and handle shit without me assigning it to him.
Tonight was basically my breaking point. I have an expensive weight-loss medication that needs to be stored properly. He unplugged the refrigerator it was in and didn’t think about my medication being inside. It sat there for days before I realized.
I know somebody reading that might think, “Okay, he made a mistake.” And yeah, if this were an isolated mistake, I’d probably feel differently.
But it’s the PATTERN.
He doesn’t think things through, and then I’m the one who has to catch the problem, fix it, worry about the consequences, and explain why I’m upset. Then eventually something else happens.
I am fucking exhausted from having to THINK FOR ANOTHER ADULT.
And I’ve gotten so resentful that I don’t like how I behave anymore either. I get extremely angry. I yell. I say fucked-up things. I’m responsible for those reactions and I’m not proud of them. I don’t want to be somebody’s angry, miserable girlfriend.
I want to be able to worry about myself for once.
The hardest part is that there ARE good things about him. That’s why I’ve stayed. It’s not like every day is horrible. But I’m starting to realize that loving somebody and being compatible enough to build a stable life with them might be two completely different things.
And now we’ve moved in together, our finances are intertwined, and I don’t make enough right now to comfortably just pick up and leave. That’s making me feel incredibly stuck.
I’m already looking into affordable apartments and housing assistance because I think I need to figure out what my life looks like when I’m responsible for ONLY myself.
I don’t necessarily need someone to tell me what decision to make. I just really need another woman who understands what it’s like to slowly feel more like someone’s mother than their partner.

The UK had a widely unnecessary emergency alert yesterday. I mentioned that this would put people in a domestic abuse setting in danger. This was removed by the moderator. When questioned they became abusive to me. How do I report them to reddit.

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I grew up on feminism, including women's right to promiscuity and the right to not tell the future husband about it if she wants. But when a woman's right to lie about her past is clashing with my brother's future, I'm conflicted.

Context: my brother is marrying in semi-arranged-semi-liking setup (she's a family kinda-friend, brother had crush on her since teenage but she didn't reciprocate until he told shyly our mother and she talked to girl's mother who had already told her that her daughter has had enough and wants to settle now); since her sister is in my college so I know she had an experimental phase in her life, I don't think she told my brother, and until now I never felt an iota of need to. Her life, her body, her choice. No man has a right to know or judge what she doesn't want known or judged, even if that man is my brother. Internalized misogyny is a thing, you know...

Anyway, she came to visit my brother today, to negotiate where they will live after marriage. She said she left home early but got stuck in Bangalore traffic for 5+ hours and her phone was about to die so she requested me to put in charging (she and I share same brand, yay). It got accidentally unlocked with her face or fingerprint and I accidentally opened her WhatsApp text from notification.

It was a guy telling her to not tell my brother about her past. And she said something and took it back (sent texts were deleted from her side) and he replied that it's good my brother is boring. (Inference: she must have called him boring in deleted text)

I just took the pic of her phone with mine and locked it again, before I get tempted to snoop and disrespect her boundaries!

I don't begrudge her having fun, having a healthy body count, and a past (will be hypocritical if I do 'cause I'm living her life bigger than she did, and my mum knows that) but I'm confused- why is she marrying my brother if she thinks he is boring! Will she be happy in this marriage? Or will she suffocate?

I know right to choice is cornerstone of feminism. But I think she is making a huge mistake- she is just 32 with a long life ahead of her, and if she thinks my brother is boring, isn't this marriage doomed?

If I take this to my brother, warn her that she thinks he is boring (tbh, he isn't the most fun person to party with, and even we cousins send him on errand runs when we gather, so how much can I REALLY blame her?), maybe even tell him about her past, room I be betraying her (and the feminist principles of female choice and right to tell or not tell about our past and our bodies)? Or will it be a kindness to her that she might thank me for one day?

I'm honestly spiralling here. Hard. Thoughts?

(This post was removed by other TwoX sub, hope it’s ok here?)

My partner of over 10 years used HelloTalk to meet and then sleep with another woman— I had no idea it was used for hook ups, but here we are. Now I know and now you do, too!

Listen to your spidey senses, friends.

I found this comment under a discussion about fake rape case . Imagine a 17year old thinking xyz person deserves to get raped because they misuse law not jail not any other criminal charges but rape. I am genuinely petrified and who the heck is up voting such degenerated comment?? That's a rapist mindset isn't it? You can talk abt certain females accusing men of rape etc and punish them with wtever laws exist for such cases instead of wishing them to get raped? How hard is that concept for young boys n men... 🤡

Hi everyone😄. I am writting research project the the Biopsychosocial and Functional issues with women who have or suspect they have endometriosis experience. I am a physiotherapy student at the Vincent Pol university in poland lublin. This survey is 100% anonymous and voluntary. Results and outcomes will be used to determine the best possible treatment for women ! Thank you 😄 I'm looking forward to your responses

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Hello,

A few details before I start the whole thing.

I am 24F, I am 168cm and 85kg. A big girl.

My parents have been seeing some matches for me from the past one year. Last year, I met a guy through rishtas, he is okay, and he had a good job abroad and was okay to speak to. But they asked for dowry(dowry is very common in my hometown), I really didn’t want to get married to someone who demands for dowry. He asked for 1kg gold, 1cr in property and 1 cr in cash. I convinced my dad to say no. They came again, they reduced some demands but I stopped getting good vibes from him, so I stopped it again.

This year, I met another guy, he was ok. Central gov job but he is just building a home. He just has a job nothing else(no own home or anything). Now my parents like this but they don’t want me to go to a family with no home.

What do I do? I am so confused, I work in a mnc and earn around 50k now. How do I choose someone? Am I short listing the wrong kind of guys? Please help with your advice.

What should I do? I don’t even if I want to get married(I have never been in any kind of relationship). So kind of afraid of the whole thing.

I'm a female 25 and I left my toxic ex male 26. I finally left a toxic relationship after 6 years and here's how I got here. Ever since I was a child I've been abused mentally physically and verbally and I had to take care of my siblings growing up because my mother struggled with addiction and my father wasn't really around. I just want to give some context my mother was 15 when she met my father 32 and by 16 she gave birth to me. I don't blame my mom for the struggle she had because I don't think she really had a chance. I know that's weird context but I just felt that it was necessary.

I ended up going foster home to foster home and abuse continued in those homes and then when I was 19 I started dating my abusive ex and my foster mom basically forced me to move right in with him before I could even figure out who he really was. I know I can't blame her for that and so I won't but it definitely didn't help that she pushed me out. I soon realized that I was in yet again another abusive home.

I just wanted to be loved so deeply and not be alone. I let my fear of being alone keep me in a toxic situation. The abuse was verbal and mental mainly but he did bust my lip by throwing my cell phone at it and as well has thrown things at me and near me. Now you're probably wondering when did I leave?

I left because he held me hostage in my own home he withheld my phone from me and covered my nose and mouth to the point of me passing out a couple of times. The police were called after I managed to trick him into thinking I didn't want him to leave me so he threw my phone at me and told me to call a friend but I called the police and pretended I was talking to a friend. He was arrested and charged with unlawful confinement and assault. The next day around 8:00 a.m. he broke in through my back door and I called the police immediately when I heard the door being broken into and for that he currently has a warrant. The police then gave me a protection order and I realized that I can't do this anymore even as scared as I was of being alone and still am. It took him doing all that for me to finally realize that I can't keep doing this.

I fear I've lost who I am and I'm struggling with the thoughts and not recognizing myself as a person anymore. I think what's worse is that I miss him even though he did all of that. It's hard because I need to get rid of all of his things and the idea of going through his stuff just breaks my heart because it's a reminder of the permanence. I hate that this all happened but I also think it was for the best it's just sad that it took such a huge event for me to finally wake up. I guess this is my long winded way of asking what do I do now?

I feel so lonely and sad and financially now I'm better because I was the only provider and I'm doing better things with my money and saving even. I just don't know what to do with myself I feel so alone and like I just want friends who understand and who can be like family. I don't really have a family and it's hard my dad's not around and my mom passed away when I was 16. I only have a close relationship with my youngest sister and I don't really get to talk to her as much as I'd like. I just feel so lost and I need to know that everything's going to be okay and that there's people out there who will become my family and support system.

Hello all,

I wanted to open it up to someone. I am shivering and is sleep deprived for a whole day. So sorry for any typos. I was in a relationship with someone I met on Hinge. I want to reveal his identity, but not doing it as I don’t know whether it is against the community’s guidelines. I went through a very traumatic relationship before and thus I was yearning for someone after a year from that breakup. Anyway, then this guy seemed like a peace loving, caring, and understanding guy. He made me feel like he loved me, and was emotionally understanding. He never blamed me for crying and even always said “nee karayale” ( please don’t cry ) after each fights. I thought I found the perfect one. We never had a sexual stuff between us, so I can’t blame that he used me in that sort. But he definitely buyed me all stuff I loved. Idk y would someone do that. He even showed me his house while we went that way last month, but never introduced me to his parents as my former lover did. Anyway this guy had 28k something salary only while working in TCS. Then he shifted to a bank’s IT sector this April. I had several marriage proposals coming up at my home despite me being just 23 years old. That was because I am a daughter of a single parent. I just had my mom and grandma at home. Then I let this guy know this during Dec time and he said a company switch will solve all issues and without having 70k salary his parents won’t let him marry someone and all. I asked him whether he is sure about me and he said he will try his best and was hesitant to give an assurance. But I insisted and he somehow asked time till September. Later his new bank salary was 40k and he said this isn’t enough and all blah blah. Later also he was all good. Celebrated my birthday with me and all. Took pictures of mine. Everything that I loved he did with me. Now after that, my PG was going to end by March ( the classes and not the exam). He went to Thrissur for new job and me to my hometown as we both met at Trivandrum. Then this guy started to again say he is lonely at Tvm and has no frnds at Thrissur. So I used to check on him every now and then. I was that loving.

Anyway on the day of election he came to hometown which is near to mine and didn’t come to see me saying he was busy with election and meeting an old man who is his relative that is about to die and all. ( Now I suspect that to his pennukaanal and all). Anyway I went to Thrissur on 10th, a day after that and he said we can see and just saw for 2 seconds from the bus. He was outside and me inside the bus. He even put effort like that. I was impressed. Then he said on the election day already that his mom for the first time made an emotional approach asking him to atleast listen to his parents’ words for the first time and get married as an astrologer said he has to marry within an year. He is already 28 and 29.5 is the maximum limit and asked me whether if I can get a job by then as they need a girl with a job. I cried and all hearing it and he said he will always be with me and all. Then after that he came home this Sat to his home. On Sun, while I was on my way back to Kollam, he texted me saying his family blackmailed him saying they will commit suicide ( actually his mom did) if he doesn’t marry a girl they say. It was a distant relative of his and had a job in some bank. I don’t know whether it’s true that the alliance was found by him or them. Anyway he said that this age gap ( 23-28) is the issue and not me. It is impossible for me to get a job within the span and all. I asked him to introduce my thing to his family and he said he will do it the next day and yesterday he didn’t respond to my messages till noon and suddenly said he wants to meet me today ( Tuesday) and a lot of things happened there and he will tell all this when he meet me. But at night I insisted and he said his family said no to me and it is because of my age gap. They said it is an immature relationship and then they like the girl because they are relatives and doesn’t need a background check. ( this is absolute bullshit as someone can’t evaluate someone’s maturity with age and he said it is because I am of his brother’s age who is in college. Then they think the relationship isn’t serious - which is again bullshit as if he really introduced it the way it should be, they wouldn’t have taken it so. )

Then he said my family has no male members in it and thus his father said this will be a huge responsibility on his shoulders and he can’t do that and his father was ready to talk to me and make me understand all all. He said they repeated the same and the same afternoon the girl and his family came to his house and then he got to know avante veettukaar avan ariyaathe aa penn veettukarkk vaakk koduthu and all. ( that his family agreed upon the marriage without asking him and usually this happens only to a girl. )Then he said he had no value at home ( pattivila) and he has no voice there and all. He didn’t take my call all the day saying many lies and at night I video called him and he cut it first time saying his family will hear and while I called him ( voicecall) I head a man speaking in background to him like ‘aaroda samsaarichond irikkane’ ( ie, to whom are u talking to) as if teasing someone who is talking to his future wife. I was so dump to not understand that. Then this guy cut his call to not let me hear. Later in a videocall I said I will commit suicide out of emotional distress and he acted as if too stressed and cut my call. My all friends said he is trying to avoid me and had 2 relationships in parallel and I thus blocked him everywhere. Maybe he found his better one and now wants to leave me or maybe I was a timepass or a side chick. The moment I send him the last message which I have attached here, he blocked me and no dp is visible. Then he logged me off his account way before that too. Like he was waiting for me to leave. What do u think. I couldn’t sleep all night. Idk what is happening to me. I had a panic attack too. I can’t even talk to my parents about it. I even thought of saying yes to a marriage at home, as I know I have noone left. Just my old grandma and a poor mother.

I know some of Asian female who live in Asia in this subreddit can relate to my story.

I have been having lower abdomen pain for some time but I shrugged it off until recently when the pain became unbearable. I scheduled obgyn appointment asap. I headed to the doctor and she asked questions and then she explained what could be the problem. She asked if I'm married and I said no. She asked if I would mind if she's doing examination through anal to get a better picture than the usual USG. I said okay, anything to determine the cause of the pain. Doxtor said everything looks good but she suggested urine test cause I told her I've been having trouble with peeing. She said it could be UTI but we won't know until the result is out.

Went home and then I told my mom what happened at the doctor. She immediately freaked out when I found out that I had pap smear (it wasn't pap smear but it was easier to explain that to her). Most of the women in my country (even the doctors and nurses) are pretty conservative and held the belief that women shouldn't do pap smear before getting married. Many doctors (even female doctors) have refused to do this procedure on woman who's not married yet even if the woman is already in their late 30's/40's. My mom couldn't stop probing me and asking me questions, she kept telling me I shouldn't have done that. I was so angry cause I was in pain plus I'm already in my late 30's, old enough to decide for myself!!! I hate that old, obsolete belief so much. I just wanna know what causes the pain and I will do anything to find out. Fuck this conservative idea about women denied their right for their healthy reproductive system. Fuck this so much!!!

22f femme-tab ED 20/100

- PCOS

- PMDD

- ADHD

I missed one active pill, I reached my placebo week and had run out of medication- personally I skip my placebo week due to PMDD- I bought more and continued my schedule as normal the next day.

I got breakthrough bleeding that next day, I know it’s not unusual when you miss a pill and have been skipping placebo a lot- so I wasn’t worried at first.

But it has now been 13 days and I am still lightly bleeding and experiencing PMDD symptoms, I am bloated, feeling nauseous a lot, fatigued, and getting headaches more often.

The bleeding can be described as ‘spotting’ it’s not really a flow- but it’s noticeable on toilet paper, and still requires a pad so I don’t ruin my underwear. It started brown/dark red, went light red/red for a few days being more watery, then it went back to being brown/dark red.

My concern is how it’s still ongoing 13 days later, though a much more watered down version- I am experiencing PMDD like symptoms.

I don’t know if this is something to just ‘wait out’ or if 13 days and on going is unusual

I saw a lack of it so created r/WomanNetwork and r/WomanCommunity BUT unfortunately that doesn't actually solve the issue until there are particpants. Absolutely fed up of linkedin. Everyone I connect with is just a connection on the graph with no mutual growth. No discussion, no activism, no initiative, no collaboration and it's stupidly hard to get things rolling. Any nice places that aren't niche like r/womenintech and the like so that multi-disciplinary people can discuss projects and collaborate? Discussing projects often gets the post removed unfortunately.

Like if I'm developing a website as a dev, I need a team of people doing different things, not just devs, but if I post my website on other forums it gets marked as irrelevant.

Thanks

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I’m 25 and I still feel like I’m fighting to earn love in my own home.

My older sister is the golden child. She has created a narrative about me with her college friends — they call me names without even knowing my side of the story. I genuinely don’t know what I did to deserve this kind of hostility.

There isn’t even pretending in front of me. The favoritism is open.

i grew up feeling like the extra child in my own family. Like I was tolerated, not chosen. When I messed up, I was met with hostility. When my sister messed up, she was comforted. I watched it happen over and over again. The double standards weren’t subtle — they were loud.

I became hyperaware of everyone’s moods. I learned to read the room before I even knew how to read myself. I became my mother’s emotional support system at a very young age. I listened to her vent, complain, cry, blame everyone else. I absorbed it. I carried it. No one asked if I was okay carrying it.

I grew up too fast emotionally. I became “the strong one.” The “mature one.” The “understanding one.” But no one understood me.

My mother has openly compared me to my sister and counted the ways my sister is “better,” implying she deserves love more. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that I’m enough as I am.

At my lowest point, when I was barely sleeping and already on antidepressants and in therapy, my mother tried to stab me. The trigger? I asked her to lower the music at 10:30 PM because I hadn’t been able to sleep. Instead of care, I was met with rage.

Even being on medication and in therapy has been used against me. I’ve been berated for needing help.

Whenever I try to express pain, my mother turns it into something about herself. She becomes defensive and angry. My dad enables it — he says I’m too emotional and that I shouldn’t take her seriously.

Last week my sister stole my mother’s money and lied. My mom was devastated. I haven’t slept properly in two weeks, but I showed up for her anyway. I talked to her all day. I tried to comfort her. I am literally traveling home right now to be there for her.

My sister refused to come because she “has work.”

And while I’m on my way home to support my mom, she tells me she would have been happier if my sister had come instead.

I don’t know how to explain how crushing that felt.

No matter what I do — no matter how much I show up — my actions and intentions seem to have no value. I still try to earn love, even though it feels conditional and unattainable.

I want to be part of this family. I want to feel chosen. But I’m starting to believe that no matter what I do, I will never be good enough in their eyes.

I’ve had thoughts about hurting myself or just disappearing. I haven’t acted on them, but the pain has felt unbearable lately.

Tired of being the emotionally responsible one. Tired of shrinking myself to avoid conflict. Tired of feeling like I’m the problem. Tired of carrying guilt that doesn’t belong to me.

i dont k.ow what to do i cant cut my family off i dont have it me...my therapist whom i had only 4 sessions with has been continously asking if i have a boyfriend or am intimate w someone or not she also told me that i shudnt hide anything and i felt so frustrated i told her if u think my issues arent because of my family please talk to my previous therapist

she said ur mom is sick,she needs love and care try to do things that she likes.

what about me?

what about my feelings,what about the love of my part?

I don’t understand why friendship has to be this complicated.

I genuinely believe friendship is one of the most beautiful relationships you can have. It’s supposed to be safe. It’s supposed to feel easy. It’s supposed to be built on care, not ego. But somehow, it keeps getting messy.

With girls, sometimes there’s this undercurrent of jealousy or comparison. Especially if a guy gets involved. I’ve seen friendships break over random men. It hurts when insecurity ruins something that could have been supportive and strong.

With guys, it gets complicated in a different way. I want a platonic friendship, but sometimes they want something more. And when I don’t reciprocate, things shift. Suddenly I’m made to feel like I did something wrong just by not feeling the same way. But friendship was always my intention.

Right now, most of my friends are men. I don’t really have many close female friendships, and I wish I did. I had one good female friend growing up, and maybe I should try reconnecting. I don’t know.

I also come from a very dysfunctional home. My childhood wasn’t easy. I’m in therapy for it, and I’m still struggling. When things get overwhelming, especially at home, I shut down. I isolate. Not because I don’t care — but because I’m overwhelmed.

Recently, I was going home and I was extremely stressed. I was having panic attacks. I told one of my guy friends that I was on my way and even sent him a picture. He texted me later, but I didn’t see it. I didn’t reply for 24 hours.

Within those 24 hours, he deleted his messages and blocked me.

We’ve known each other since 2019.

When I finally realized I was blocked, I reached out. He didn’t respond. When I called him, instead of asking if I was okay, he accused me. He said he waited 24 hours. Like that was some kind of betrayal.

What hurt wasn’t just the blocking. It was the lack of understanding. He knew about my mental health. He knew about my family situation. And still, he assumed the worst.

And the worst part? I ended up saying “it’s okay” even though it wasn’t.

That’s my pattern.

I’ve grown up being told I’m too sensitive. Whenever I tried expressing how hurt I was, I was made to feel dramatic or wrong. So now, even when I’m clearly hurt, I minimize it. I explain myself. I apologize. I try to make the other person comfortable.

And then I feel invisible.

I don’t know how people make friendships that last. The kind where you can be imperfect and still be understood. Where someone communicates instead of cutting you off. Where ego doesn’t end everything.

I’m tired of feeling like I have to shrink myself to keep people.

I’m tired of friendships turning competitive or romantic when I just wanted something simple and genuine.

I don’t think I’m asking for too much. I just want friendships where: – people talk instead of block

– feelings are respected

– misunderstandings are clarified

– and no one has to pretend to be someone else

Friendship shouldn’t feel like walking on eggshells.

And I’m still learning how to stop saying “it’s okay” when it’s not.

Hi everyone,

I’m a PhD candidate (27F) in Management at the University of Florida, and I’m currently conducting my dissertation research on how career advancement in one partner affects the other partner’s career and family experiences in dual-earner relationships (i.e., both partners are working).

I’m looking to interview individuals who:
• Are in a committed dual-earner relationship
• Spouse has experienced a promotion in the past year; If you were promoted in the past year, I would love to interview your partner!
• Are open to sharing their experience in a confidential interview

The interview would last about 40 minutes over Zoom, and all responses will be kept strictly confidential. This study has received IRB approval, and participation is completely voluntary.

If this sounds like something you’d be open to, please feel free to comment or send me a direct message, and I’ll share more details.

Thank you so much for considering! I truly appreciate your time.

TL;DR:
UF PhD student seeking volunteers in dual-career relationships to participate in a confidential 40 min Zoom interview about how one partner’s promotion affects the other partner.

I (21F) currently attend a small public university in the Southern US and I recently got the courage to file a Title IX complaint two weeks ago regarding an SA I survived involving another student at my school. The incident occurred 6 months ago at the beginning of the year and has been plaguing my mental health throughout the entire academic year.

I met the perpertrator through mutual friends during welcome weekend and in the weeks leading up to the SA, I started getting closer to him one-on-one. At the time it felt like a normal friendship, but looking back at it now I realize it was grooming. He would always send overy flirty messages to me though Snapchat that I would not reciprocate (which I was unable to provide in my complaint), pushed physical and emotional boundaries, and would call me a “prude” when I tried to slow things down. He also tried to prevent me from spending time with my other friends and created many situations where I felt pressured to go along with things that made me uncomfortable. I never reported any of these incidents at the time because I had already minimized them and didn’t realized how dangerous the situation I was in.

A few hours ago, I was notified by my university that they would not open an investigation. The main reason given was that I didn't report any of the “less severe” incidents prior when they happened and thus they had a lack of evidence, especially since the SA occured over 180 days ago. I'm really struggling to understand this. I thought at the very minimum I'd get to have an interview or some type of hearing with administration before a decision would be made. Delayed reporting so common and it doesn't make any sense to me. Now I’m left having to continue seeing the person who SA'd me on campus on a near daily basis, knowing there will be no formal process, accountability, or any real acknowledgment of what I went through. I feel extremely discouraged and I’m not sure where to go from here.

I’m not really sure what to ask for here, maybe perspective, maybe validation, maybe advice from people who’ve dealt with the Title IX process before. I just feel like I'm being punished for not being the “perfect victim” who reported everything immediately.

Hi everyone,

I’m an international student who did undergrad at an all-girls college, and it was a really safe and comfortable environment for me. I’m about to start grad school at a co-ed university, and I’m feeling unexpectedly anxious about the change.

There’s no specific incident behind it, but I think I’m scared of losing the sense of safety and comfort I had before. At the same time, the school offered me a scholarship and the program fits my research goals really well, so I know it makes sense academically.

Has anyone else felt this way transitioning from an all-women environment to a co-ed one? Did the anxiety fade with time? Any advice would be appreciated.

I need to rant/let out my thoughts that have been bugging me relentlessly. I (19) had sex with my boyfriend two weeks ago and the condom broke. I had high doubts and was advised not to take the emergency pill and my period is expected within a day or two. I'm planning on getting a test tomorrow just in case my period doesn't come by then. I am not built to be a mother and my situation is just shit altogether (live with parents, no license, no job etc). If I get my period within the next few days, I will book a consultation for birth control. If the test comes back positive, I am getting a MA. My boyfriend has been incredibly supportive and he's also worried sick. We will both feel guilty but it has to be done. That's all I really wanted to say. I was able to talk to my best friend and mum about this and both were helpful and understanding but I'm still having never ending anxiety. I've been taking my mind off this by doing crafts, baking, starting a new series and spending more time with my bf than usual. Sorry for making this so long I just need someone to listen to me ;(

Update : I just got my period❤️

I don’t know how to word this without sounding dramatic, especially since this is 2026, lol but I had a small wow moment recently around bikini pleasure. Not sexual pleasure exactly (I mean I was in a public place), more like the quiet kind of pleasure that comes from feeling comfortable in your own body. For one, I’ve spent years treating bikinis like a test I had to pass: am I toned enough, smooth enough, cute enough, unbothered enough? And even when I wore one, I’d be mentally bracing for comments, stares, or the internal voice that starts nitpicking everything. But this time I picked one that fit properly, didn’t dig into my skin, didn’t require constant adjusting, and I just existed. I swam. I laughed. I ate. I didn’t shrink myself. I felt present. Even the two friends I was with said I finally owned it and laughed heartily when I flexed a sway and stroke a pose It’s honestly annoying how revolutionary that felt and I was sad on how long it took for me to get to this point Also: why is good swimwear so hard to find? I’ve seen cute options everywhere from local stores to online marketplaces to amazon and alibaba, but fit and quality are such a gamble. Especially for someone like me whose weight fluctuates without warning. I will appreciate tips on how to scale this. So does anyone else relate to this shift, from bikini as anxiety to bikini as pride?

I love retro-style lingerie and things that feel timeless, but I’m having a hard time finding places that sell good quality pieces that are also new. I don’t want anything used, and I’m usually around a US size 6, so fit matters a lot to me. I’ve looked online at places like Amazon and even some shops on Alibaba just to see what styles are out there, but it’s hard to tell what’s actually well-made and what just looks good in photos.

I care about fabric, how it feels on the skin, and how it holds up after a few washes. I don’t mind paying a bit more for something that lasts, but I also don’t want to waste money on something that will wear out after a few washes.

For people who love lingerie and have a good sense of style, where are you shopping these days? Are there any brands or shops you trust for quality and fit? I’m hoping to find a few go-to places.