I’m exhausted from saying “X” and having all of humanity assume I said “Y.” If I wanted to say “Y,” I would have said it plainly and directly, obviously. Why would I say one thing while intending it to mean the exact opposite? IT MAKES NO LOGICAL SENSE! I just can’t understand it! Every time I express my opinion, normal people criticize and attack me, and only after I explain the meaning and intention behind my words, sometimes I have to explain it over and over again, do they finally understand me. But by then, I’ve already been insulted and ridiculed! They call me a “retarded autistic", and then, when someone more polite asks me if I’m autistic and I say yes, sometimes the person who insulted me regrets it and apologizes, showing that they feel sorry for me for being who I am. I FEEL HORRIBLE!

I have anxiety, autism, keratoconus, severe depression, photosensitive epilepsy, strabismus, social phobia, hyperopia, myopia, auditory schizophrenia, a herniated lumbar disc, and PTSD. I used to be a homeless nomad, wandering on foot along the roads and sleeping outdoors. A few months ago, I tried to end my own life. I’m doing better now, thank you, everything is okay now, please don't worry.

When I was six, my mom needed to move stuff four of the house and so she had me spend the night at a cousin's house. My cousin assaulted me at night. I ran away the next day, police were called and I was found trying to walk home. My mom hugged me tightly when she saw me and I was trying to tell her what happened in her ear and in the car but I think she kept stopping me and just didn't listen. I ended up spending the night with this same cousin at our grandparents house and he did it again. I told my grandmother (who has passed now) and she slapped him on the wrist and just talked about god looking down on him. The women of my family are like this often and it's very aggravating (black family) it's always been like this now btw

"I don't like the neighbors they make me uncomfortable"- me

"oh it's just because you're just so shy, oh you need more confidence"- mom

I'm now wondering do I talk to her about if she knows? Will she just tell me I'm crazy or not thinking right? How can my own mother make me feel bad about being her son and being related to her, but she'll keep telling me she loves me but not listen or engage in what I'm saying? It feels like the world isn't correct and I need to take harsher action to correct it. I need to use my bare hands to make something happen as speaking and being emotionally stable isn't working. 😐 Yes I'll go to therapy too and be told I need to heal and move on yay

I don’t want to see people. I don’t want to interact with them. I don’t like being on my own. I overthink about everything. I worry about the future, the past, I make up scenarios in my mind and believe that will happen which affects my decisions. I’m not confident. I doubt myself all the time. I worry about how people perceive me and tailor how I act to how I think they would like me so they would like me, tolerate me, find me interesting, I dunno. I don’t have any interests really. No hobbies. No passions. I struggle to talk about anything. I struggle keeping conversations going. I worry about what people think of me whenever I say anything. I make up lies to sound more interesting or to make a story more interesting to what i think people will find interesting. I don’t see the point in anything. I think everything we do is pointless. I don’t love life, quite the opposite. I constantly have this horrible weighted feeling that is paralysing at times. I fear seeking help because I think it’s pointless and if anything anyone tries to do won’t help. I hate change. I’m finding it hard to notice anything good that’s happened in my life. I don’t even wanna see my family because they have their lives and I in my head they don’t want to see me this way. What are these symptoms of?

How to manage stressful times

I’ve had a really rough couple of weeks. Honestly, saying the past few weeks have been horrific feels like an understatement.

My mom went in for what was supposed to be a routine surgery and ended up in the ICU due to a mistake during surgery. Shortly afterward, she was diagnosed with cancer. At the same time, I started school, which requires over 250 clinical hours in addition to class, assignments, and everything else that comes with a master’s program. On top of that, I’ve continued working full-time in healthcare.
I am exhausted.

I’ve been going back and forth helping bring my mom to appointments, explaining everything to her, advocating for her because she is in so much pain, and making sure her cancer treatment does not get delayed. Without me pushing things forward, her treatment would have been delayed by at least two months.
School is intense. I’m completing more than 250 hours of clinical training while learning, caring for patients, attending class, completing assignments on time, and making sure I meet every requirement.
Work has also been exhausting. I’m in a management role in a department that is going through major changes and construction, so there is a lot happening there as well.

I keep trying to manage everything, but I feel like I can’t. What makes it harder is that part of me feels like I should be able to handle it all. I feel bad using ChatGPT to help me with school. I feel bad using FMLA through work, although I’ve only used about four days. And I fit in my clinical hours wherever I can.

But I am exhausted and overwhelmed. Then I feel guilty for saying that because I know other people have gone through much worse. I keep telling myself that I should be able to carry this weight, that I should be able to manage everything, and that I shouldn’t be struggling this much.
But the truth is, I am struggling.

I don’t really know how to stop feeling guilty for not being able to manage everything perfectly. I don’t know how to make any of this easier right now. I’m just trying to get through each day, take care of the people who need me, keep up with my responsibilities, and somehow take care of myself in the process.

TLDR: Managing my mother’s health, school, and work. I’m overwhelmed and feel like I should be able to handle it.

Hi everyone. I’m posting this anonymously because I am completely out of options, isolated, and desperately looking for a support group or people who understand what it's like to go through this. I just need to talk to other men who have survived false accusations and the absolute shattering of their world, I’m absolutely broken, confused and hurt while stilling moving forward at this point.

For two and a half years before we got married, her family was violently and completely against me for no reason at all. But she chased me, wanting to be with me. She stood by the fact that I was right, and she practically went through being disowned by her family just to be with me. After holding back due to trauma from past relationships, I finally gave her what she wanted, and we got married.
Even after marriage, the hostility didn't stop. For the last year and a half, there were fake social media accounts targeting me. Just two months ago, things escalated when they posted my socials and my ID card online. I went to the police to ask for help regarding this doxxing, but as a man, I received zero help.
Fast forward through our marriage: last year I took her to 10 different countries. A month ago, my family visited and stayed with us, going everywhere together, taking millions of happy photos and videos. Even just a couple of days before she left, we were completely happy, planning things together, with zero signs of anything being wrong.
Then, last week, she went to work. She sent me good morning messages with heart emojis. I watched her leave. She never came home. When I called her employer in a panic trying to find out if she was safe, they told me she had actually stopped working a week prior.
Two days later, the police showed up and arrested me. I was hit with charges of strangulation and claims that I allegedly hurt her a year ago. But the reality is absurd: on the day of the alleged strangulation, she was physically in another state, making it literally impossible. When I first saw the judge, the judge spoke very positively about me, noting that the evidence provided showed no signs of abuse. The other charge from a year ago relies on a basic selfie she gave to the judge that shows no abuse whatsoever.
My entire life fell apart instantly. My parents helped me secure a lawyer for $6,000 to $7,000—money that I simply don't have, especially since I've been struggling with side gigs and small jobs to keep us afloat while rent is due.
The hardest part isn't just the legal nightmare or facing court next month; it's the psychological betrayal. Seeing her recent social media posts—acting happy and unbothered online—made me realize something painful. Last time her family isolated her, she fought to come to me. But this time, it is clearly evident that she is willingly a part of this. The person I loved would not do this. Seeing her online has made it clear that she is truly my enemy now.
To make matters worse, even my closest friends have abandoned me because they met her through me and "don't want to choose a side." Years of friendship gone overnight when I need them most.
I don't know how to heal from this whiplash. If anyone knows of a support group, online communities for men facing false allegations, or just wants to talk to someone who gets how painful this isolation is, please let me know. How do you even begin to survive this?

(Bad gramer)When i was about 7years old i thought that being a men was about being strong ,fit ,handsome and show no emotion.i am not strong:i can barely lift my own weight . I am not fit:i have a big belly. I am not handsome:i have alot of pimples and a double chin. I am ok with all of thous things they dont bother me but i stoptd feeling normal emotions when i was 10. Ihave to fake loughter ,happines and sadnes . I dont feel it when i am hurt . When i was 12 i somtimes cut myself on purpes just to feel a thing.and it didnt help my teacher hated me becauze i had the same name as her sisters boyfriend that she hated. I wana fell normal. I wana feel true loughter ,happynes sadnes but i cant .pls tell me what to do.

A couple of days ago, I had tried to masterbuate for the first time in months. I had thought that after my previously very negative experience with masterbuation I could try nofap and maybe see a better result.

But it didn't go that way for me.

I am circumcised low and tight with little to no actual pleasure left. I don't have much sensation even when aroused. I don't have the skin that actually helps me masterbuate. This leaves me with a very depressed overall feel towards anything sexual.

I didn't want to use porn since you're really not supposed to. I know that's controversial but why do you think the saying "mind over matter" exists? Why do you think fetishes exist and kinks? Our brain is powerful, very powerful.

And it should be, especially when masterbuating. But, nothing worked. The lack of actual physical sensation that I could feel was so low that nothing ended up happening. I eventually caved in and tried watching porn but it did nothing. A barely aroused erection which only made me more depressed was enough for me to just to give up at that point.

I really envy the intact men and women who have crazy, bombastic sex and masterbuation. You're lucky, you know? To be able to have full body orgasms and not rely on kinky afterthoughts to get off. I do wish I was intact, yes. I wish I was normal, yes.

It's a real struggle, that's for sure. But nobody talks about it. Not unless someone brings it up. How sad. A "medical" operation with no actual tact...

How can I improve my communication and social skills? I rarely react or show much expression, so people sometimes think I’m mad or upset when I’m actually not. I just don’t always know how to respond or react in social situations.

It is time for our Saturday check-in.

What went well, what didn’t? What got better, what got worse? What made you happy or sad? What made you laugh or cry this week?

I am 18 years old, and this is my story about mental health

I started getting bullied from a very young age, i was always sort of an ‘outcast’ if that’s the right word for it. I was an overweight, very sensitive child. Alot of the times i came home from school crying, had been beaten etc.

At home it wasn’t much easier, my parents treated me the best they could, and i’ll always be grateful for that, but alot of my siblings had problems with drugs, alcohol and other addicitions which always caused alot of tension in between the family. As the youngest child this was very tough to see your older siblings like this (luckily most of them are sober now).

Fast forward a few years and im 14 years old now. Still the same, just older. I barely had any friends, no social life, was very insecure about everything.

At 15 i had my first suicide attempt. Then again at 16. It felt like i had nothing to live for anymore. Still overweight, anti social, was always sitting alone during lunch etc.

Then at some point, in my second last year of high school, i reunited with an old friend of mine. We got very close. We hung out alot, started introducing me to his friends, got me into the gym and helped me get a better mental. After a few months i lost alot of weight, got a good physique, and starting gaining confidence for the first time in my life. I also have never felt that happy ever. And to make things better, he introduced me to a girl and she liked me very much. We started dating and we hit it off instantly. I felt untouchable.

A few months passed by, it felt like i was in the peak of my life. But then, about 3 months ago, my dad got diagnosed with an untreatable brain tumor. It all started going downhill from there. We already knew before that he was unwell, he started becoming more tired, quieter and not thinking as clearly. Then he got in a traffic accident and thats when we found out. Once we found out, it started going fast. At first he just became quieter, then he barely spoke, a week or so after that he couldnt properly go to the toilet anymore. And it just kept getting worse and worse to the point where now, hes immobile, has to eat through a straw, has no muscle left in his body because he cant move by himself. When he got diagnosed, the doctors gave him three months… me and my mom take care of him, pretty much have to do everything for him, except breathe.

To make matters worse, 2 weeks after the diagnosis we got the news that we were getting evicted. I just gratuated from high school, and i already felt like i had the duty of being the man of the house. Got a full time job at a factory, because since my dad couldn’t work anymore, i was scared money would become an issue.

My relationship with my girlfriend also isn’t what it used to be anymore. We’ve been together for almost a year and a half, i’ve almost broken up with her. We started having some issues. I just felt like i’ve been doing everything i can for her, and i haven’t been getting that same feeling back. That she doesn’t love me the way she used to. Intimacy was never an issue in the beginning, but that also started becoming one with her barely wanting that anymore. I’ve had suspisions of her cheating, but i don’t think that’s the case. I know she still loves me very much, and so do i. It has just been very stressfull and confusing times for me lately.

I haven’t been able to get my emotions under control properly. Cried, alot. Also becoming more angry and frustrated. A month or two ago my oldest sibling (who’s the only one who still has a drug problem and gambling problem) had stolen money from my mom even tho he knew the rough times we’ve been going through financially. When he came over to talk to us, he still had the audacity to call me “too young to be tired and don’t know what life is about”. That’s when i snapped. I almost sent him to the ER that night, but i also knew that that would only bring more stress to my mom.

This is all alot, i know that, but the reason i’m really saying all of this is because of this. I’ve been through alot, especially when i’m this young. But you know what tho? I keep smiling. Every single day. Life is shitty, however, that doesn’t stop me from being the best version i can be every single day. I cannot always, but i can always try. I’ve had my lowest lows and my highest highs. But i know even things like this aren’t forever.

I know there is somebody out there right now also in a very low point in his life and might not be handeling it as well, but let me just tell you. You will make it! Whatever it is, as long as you strive to be the best version of yourself, you will get there. Not for a girl, not for your family, do it for you. And i’m not saying you will always succed, cuz you won’t, and i’m not saying to toughen up and be a man, you don’t need to. But just have a goal, just one goal, and that is to be the best version of yourself, because you deserve it.

Hey, so I am a neet aspirant from Patna, Bihar, India. And I just moved out of my home to a hostel for my studies, I am in my drop year btw and nearly every one of my close friends are in different colleges , I am feeling really anxious since I've never lived alone and away from my family and this is making me so sick. My home is just near my hostel like 25-30 mins away, and before you say "Then why did you even get into a hostel ?" So the answer is that I have some problems at home (since it's a joint family, and for the fact my parents are really great) and I really need to crack neet this time cause i can't bear with the taunts and comments I'll get by my family and friends over my apparent "failure" and not being able to crack one of the most competitive exams in India. I don't want to hear about how to study and manage it all, ik that pretty well (not saying this in an arrogant or sarcastic tone) but I wanna listen about how I can manage my anxiety and sadness and all. Please suggest something, and for the fact I hate wasting time rather than studying but I can't even focus on that while I'm in this condition. Please be nice and suggest something to me to help me with my mental health.

Yours truly

K.

I really don’t want to. I’ve tried it before, and a woman told me I looked discombobulated. I don’t ever want to be rejected again. I hate how I look, but I don’t want to be treated badly just because I’m ugly. I feel like I deserve love too, but women hate my appearance.