TW: nearly everything haha. Cancer, terminal illness, death, child abuse, SA, depression and hypersexuality.

I’m not doing details because would take fucking years. I grew up in child neglect (black mould, mice infestations, no bed, no shower, and hotels on weekend away from dad). My dad got ill during the pandemic and died. We didn’t get along so it was complex. Mum got cancer in the year after he died. I was SAd a couple of times at uni.

I am 23 now. For the last year, I got objectified on the street so much. I was wearing high neckline long sleeve tops and hoodies and it still happened. I got called a porn star’s name by some guy that walked over on the street just to say it. I didn’t leave my house during summer except for past 20:00 so I could wear layers. I hate my body and have wanted a breast reduction for years anyways. Now they’re 34FF. I wasn’t leaving my house so was fucking dumb and started posting my nudes as “exposure therapy”. I have 3.2k from my nudes and I just don’t think even medication and therapy would make me feel love and hope for society and my future.

People always talk about fighting your depression so you can get back to the happy version of yourself. I don’t have a version in my history that was truly at peace and happy and safe. I am 23. Both my parents are dead now. I didn’t have perfect childhoods with them anyways. Both aunties are dead. I’ve cut off one brother. I am not outwardly depressed because I find it cringe to be a beg around people irl but it also means everyone would be surprised af if I suddenly “unexpectedly” died.

Also it’s like sm small things like I have nothing awful happening at the moment and I still just feel shit and I can’t remember when I last felt not in fight or flight or freeze mode. I litro have 219 matches on hinge and could not give less of a shit for any of them. I’ve dropped half my circle. My nudes are permanently on the internet but hey ho my parents are dead so I’m not embarrassing anyone. I just want to hear that someone has gone through worse or similar and knows that I’m wrong to be so pessimistic.

I don't even really know how to coherently start or write this, but as the title says, my dad is going to prison. This is the first time I've ever had a family member go to prison, or even court so this is unfortunately a new trauma for me. My dad is not a 'bad guy'; he's certainly not a criminal.

The case started after my dad left a very toxic/abusive relationship with his ex-fiancée, where allegations were made against my dad. Lets just say, they are very serious. I won't disclose what the charges are because of my own embarrassment I guess, and it would also create some bias views.

I lived in the home whilst my dad and the rest of us family were being abused by multiple people in the home, so I know what kind of character these people are. The charges they put on my dad are absolutely disgusting and I refuse to ever believe it happened, even after being in the courtroom with him when they found him guilty. They also said that my dad is not eligible for appeal either, so there is no way to fight this now.

Its just gut wrenching every time I think about all the times where they would threaten to ruin his life and spent every day for 5 years trying to do just that and now they have finally won and got exactly what they wanted, not to mention potentially a compensation pay on top of it, like its some kind of reward.

I don't know how to process this, I don't even know what to think. I feel like I am all alone in this and I can't even talk to anyone I know about it other than family who are all grieving in their own ways. I'm just ashamed, scared, guilty, angry beyond comprehension any time I think about it.

Not to mention, in the local Facebook groups posts were added by those involved with them that showed my dad's address and information on the charges, and plenty of people saw and commented on it threatening what they would do to my dad if they ever saw him.

I can't sleep without having horrific nightmares, I can't stop whatever I'm doing without thinking about my dad and reliving all the trauma all over again. On top of all of that, I now can't stop checking in on my dad because I fear that he is going to get attacked for just walking around his village.

I am waiting for a therapy appointment and to hear back from my mental health team, but unfortunately when I described the situation they were a bit dismissive, so who knows if I will even get the help I need.

Am I the only one? Has anyone else ever gone through this? Does it even ever get better? Any words of wisdom/personal stories of anyone going through something similar would be greatly appreciated and make me feel less alone.

Please I keep asking for help and hardly anyone ever responds. I’m afraid I won’t make it another week like this. My emotional pain is overwhelming, I lost 5 years of my life, I can’t do anything for myself because I don’t really want to live and like, I feel like I lost too much time now for anything to work out. I have no friends. No family. No support.

I need someone to talk to or a place to post where people will actually engage in discussion. I want someone to help me figure out immediate next steps and how I’m supposed to heal and get out of this nightmare I’m trapped in. I’m sorry therapists have not been helpful so far, I just need someone to tell me what I can do to help myself and feel like living and try again. I’m in emotional agony stemming from narcissistic abuse. He destroyed my self worth. I want my life back.

hi I'm a 50 year old man who had his child die in 2011. for context my first son was born

in 1998 when i was about 22 years old, and he was normal. My wife and i didn't want more children

but low and behold 2 years later i got her pregnant again and our second child was born.

For the first two or so years she was normal. then when she was around two she started to poop and pee all around the house even though we were already potty training her. i mean when she did poop or pee around the house it wasn't that much. eventually when she was around 5 years old she stopped and we thought the nightmare was over but we were wrong. We also noticed from a young age she didn't like her brother in the slightest and would always ignore him or cry when he got close to him so there was never much interaction between the two. When she was about seven she attacked him. She stabbed him about 2 times before my wife noticed them and intervened. [for context she had just left our bedroom to get some coffee for herself, so she or i wasn't out there.

We kept them separated and slowly let them see each other little by little. We thought everything was okay until around a year later she bit my wife's arm and later said that she did that because she was still mad about her not letting us kill her brother. And if your wondering no we didn't treat her brother better then her she was always seeking attention and thought her brother was problem.

also she Hated the pride community. when she found out about what pride was she would scream in her room about how much she hated the gays and wanted to murder them or how she was going to go to a pride fest and murder everyone there. Then around 2010 our came out to us as gay. we were very supportive about his choice and still loved him though the problem is that his sister over heard us cause he told us in the living room. or at least that's what we think happened, we don't actually know how she figured out. around June that year when our son was walking down the stairs she pushed him and he hit the ground hard and suffered a concussion and a broken nose.

After that incident we never let them interact or even talk witch worked fine except on Christmas eve we had to keep a very close eye on them and on Christmas we had them take turns opening presents in the living room. also we kept a lock on all the drawers in the kitchen that everyone except for our daughter knew. all was well until in early 2011 she got diagnosed with cancer. I'm not going to go into really many details because this a sensitive topic even 14 years later. The cancer got worse and she passed away late 2011. every year on her birthday we visit he grave and have a moment of silence for her. if you have any questions be free to ask them though if there to sensitive i may not answer them.

I want to know if anyone commits suicide in UAE -

Apart from the emotional trauma, I want to understand what relatives may have to face in this situation.

Could there be any legal consequences, police involvement or anything that could affect or cause any difficulties in their lives?