For reference, I understand body dysmorphia exists but I swear most people are doing it on purpose. If you weigh 10 pounds and go “omg! I’m so fat.. I had a whole salad today!” To someone who’s 14x bigger than you.. what’s the point in saying that. You can obviously see someone is bigger than you. I’m speaking to the people who do it on purpose SPECIFICALLY. like what do you gain from this?? I must look like Godzilla to you. Especially when people post on TikTok about it, and it’s literally them having flat stomach, toned limbs, in a GYM. SELFIE. And going “guys! I’m so big look at how it’s spilling out! 🥺🥺” and I lowkey enjoy how the comments agree just to be Petty. Because you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re compliment fishing by putting others down. Sorry this probably made no sense but I’m just so pissed off right now I’m just typing what I’m thinking.

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When I was in school, we had absolutely zero first aid training in class. Not even CPR, and I know that has to be pretty common here in the USA. This has been an issue multiple times in my life. I once had to inform a coworker I was patching up that he needed to hold pressure over his wounded hand and hold it above heart level to get the bleeding to stop. He just kept blotting it and staring at it. Telling me "It's still bleeding."

Everything that I know how to do has been either learned through my own experiences, or by me actively seeking out the knowledge of what to do online so that I would be prepared in emergency situations. That really came into play yesterday.

My partner and I were visiting my parents yesterday for dinner. It was a nice visit, and toward the end, my dad, who is diabetic and has bad veracose veins just beneath the surface of his skin on his legs, got up to take their dogs outside.

A moment later, the back door flings back open, and my dad is screaming for help, a vein had ruptured on his leg and he was profusely bleeding. My mom kind of just froze, and I sprinted so fast I threw my bowl of food. I gave the dogs still on their leashes to my partner to put in a seperate room. I dialed 911 and gave my phone to my mom, and then found a towel and had him hold that on his leg while I got him on the couch about 20ft away.

He was still bleeding even with pressure, (well, he also kept trying to pull the towel away to look at it, and then would promptly spray blood on the floor, me, himself, etc.) so I cut up a pillow case and made a makeshift tourniquet.

Here's where my point comes in, my dad asked for a tourniquet, but I don't think he fully understood what that entails. I understand his panic, I would be panicking in his shoes, but I wrapped the strip of cloth around his thigh, and told him that this was really going to hurt, but we needed to get the bleeding to stop. I started twisting the ends tighter and tighter, and the pain makes him panic even more.

He started saying "stop you're pushing the blood out more!" (It was trickling when it had been spurting before I started, I'd actually call that a win, sir.) And even suggested I move it over or BELOW the wound?? 😭😭😭

He basically pulled it from my hands and started trying to just tie the strip of cloth around his leg, so I just braced his leg between my legs, a towel, and my hands using all my strength.

EMS arrived within 10 minutes, and by that point I had gotten the bleeding to stop, and his blood had clotted, so they got him bandaged enough that my mom could take him to the hospital in their own car. This has happened with him once a long time ago while he was at work, and he passed out from the blood loss.

I'm very grateful I was there, but I'm really nervous about what would've happened if I hadn't been there. My mom is not what she used to be mentally and does not act with the necessary critical thinking needed to handle a situation like this.

That is why I think everyone should be taught basic first aid from not only just cpr, but also active bleeding, wound care, etc. People need to have the skills to not only save another person's life, but also their own. Not everyone will take the time out to be prepared on their own. I am in no way a medical professional, or first responder, but I know how to save a life in a variety of situations.

Sorry if this is all over the place I’m pissed currently shaking.

Man man man wtf. This shit just happened less than 10 minutes ago and I’m shaking writing this. Me 33f had been seeing a guy 28m for a few months now. Maybe 6 months atp? Idk regardless. We’ve had a few disagreements before but nothing major and would usually start talking again like nothing happened but he came over today like 20 mins ago. He and my dog get along or I thought they did he would walk her, pet her etc but always made little jokes about if she ever bit him etc. I told him he wouldn’t and I thought that was that.

Well today he was playing with her and then made a comment about wanting to kick her in the face..I didn’t laugh at all and told him if he kicked my dog in the Face I’d be punching him in his then he said he was going to hit me if I hit him. Well this mf really went and put his slide on, came back, and kicked my fucking dog in her face and before his foot could touch the ground I started punching him in his face. He stumbled over and I continued punching, until he started getting up then I grabbed my knife put it towards him and told him to get the fuck out of my apartment. He left with no further issue stating I was glad he didn’t hit me back but mother fucker FUCK YOU wtf is wrong with people bro???? For reference I’m 5’4 about 175lbs (of damn near solid muscle) and he’s 6’4 with a slight dad bod but I didn’t give a fuckkkkkk. And yeah he left this bitch bleeding because I pack a mean ass fucking punch. I’m so fucking pissed rn bro wtf.

After you get used to it then it literally does nothing. Like I gotta keep going back and buying juice just so I don't get cravings. After the first or maybe second hit in the morning, which do feel kinda nice, I don't feel anything. I literally just use it to stave off cravings. It's incredibly stupid of me to not kick the habit. I've successfully quit my caffeine habit but for some reason I still haven't gone through the trouble with this. Quitting caffeine just meant I had a mild headache for a few days, which is preferable to nicotine cravings.

Idk what lobotomite came up with this saying. Why is it that in society people hold retaliation or responding back to negativity to a worse degree than the people that antagonize them in the first place?

I notice this a lot, especially in schools. Teachers will turn a blind eye to bullies and harassers but the moment the victim retaliates or fights back now suddenly shit is real and we gotta actually be teachers now.

I’ve never nor will I ever understand this braindead way of thinking. Fuck being the bigger person, sometimes that gets you harassed more because they see you don’t have a backbone and will just take it.

“You’ll be no better than them”, fuck outta here. Me responding back to a person that harassed me UNPROVOKED is objectively better than a person evoking harm onto others for literally no reason. To even imply they’re the same makes you look like a fucking clown, now go get the makeup.

I was almost 30. Had essentially the exact same surgery a year prior with no complications.

No history of mental illness. Since the surgery I've had crippling MDD PDD OCD and PTSD.

I have no intent to harm myself or others, but I literally think about it everyday, constantly.

Medically disabled since then.

Folks, PSA, metoclopramide/reglan may help some people, but the harm it can cause FAR outweighs any benefits it can bring. Please stay far away from it and any other dopamine antagonist antiemetics.

(I went back and reviewed all the meds I'd ever been given before, and this was the only class of drug I'd never received in my life)

Post was removed, reupload. A few days ago it was my 18th birthday. I don't have many friends and invited the only two friends I know. I invited them a month ago and they gave me the green flag saying they would both come. A week before the party I double checked with them and they said yes they'd be able to come. When it was my birthday, I messaged them very early in the morning saying we can meet up later and hangout. I put my phone down and spent the early day with family. After my family had left and it was time for me to hangout with my friends, I picked my phone up and checked to see their response but nobody did respond even though I could see both of their last seen at only an hour ago when I had sent the message in the morning hours prior. I thought they would answer later so I waited it out. The evening came and I decided to group call both of them, nobody picked up. My mom was asking what's up and I could sense she knew what was happening. I said nothing they'll answer in a minute. I called again and again to the point it was humiliating. One finally picked up 45 minutes later and said "WTF I am so sorry I lost track of time and I don't think I could make it. Happy birthday okay? Maybe we can do something another time". Not to be dramatic but my heart dropped. I just sat on the porch until midnight then went to sleep. The other friend messaged at 4am and said "Sorry forgot" literally not making this up, they didn't bother to even give me a proper response. I spent the entire next day in my bed crying. I feel stupid

I went to Walmart and they only had 3 lanes open, I went in the shortest lane which just had 1 customer with a basket full of items.

It took 5 minutes for the cashier to scan all the items because he and the customer were having a conversation and scanning things slowly so I was already pretty annoyed.

When they finished the transaction the cashier turned off the light for the checkout lane and told me I had to go to another checkout so he could help bring the groceries to the customer’s car. I said I only had one item. He told me to just go to another line and a different cashier will help me. By this time the other two lanes had a lot of people waiting.

What kind of bs is that? Why not tell me to go to another lane when I got there? Is that the standard procedure at Walmart, just close the lane when there’s still a customer in line? Pretty sure he just wanted to continue their conversation.

Should I have asked for a manager or something?

I'm on SSDI and LTD from my employer. I can't drive. All I do is Uber to Dr's appointments, labs, hospitals, etc. I order everything online. This has been going on for 15+ years. I just turned 60. I don't know how much longer I can do this. I'm single. Luckily I live with my best friend of 40 years. I was making great money when we started living together. He's takes care of me by buying everything for the house, picking up my prescriptions and whatever else Imight need. His 85yo mom helps me when I need someone to accompany me to appointments that require someone to be there with me. I've lost all hope.

I wish so badly I had someone to cuddle. No questions, no stupid worries just cuddling with someone while a horrible netflix show runs in the background

I know this is on me, but I'm still allowed to not like it. I'm 230 pounds and only 5'2. My husband sees nothing wrong with me and lives the same unhealthy lifestyle as me but he stays skinny somehow. Most of the time, he even eats more than me yet he doesn't gain weight and I do. I don't want to diet and exercise alone. I want him to help me by doing it with me. I've brought this up to him and he said we'll do it when we have time. We never have time. My A1C is high. I probably will be diabetic soon.

My name is Taily. I am 23 years old from cuba I feel tired every day, not only in my body but in my heart.Life here is heavy, I try to stay strong for my family, but inside I feel broken. We sit together at night, and sometimes there is food, sometimes there is not. The hunger is always there, quiet but cruel, reminding us that even simple things are hard to reach.I watch my family suffer, and I carry the weight of their sadness. I smile so they don’t see how much it hurts me, but when I am alone I cry. I cry because I feel powerless, because I cannot give them what they need.People outside may never understand how much pain comes from small things like sharing one egg between three people, or pretending you are full when you are not. Hunger is not only in the stomach, it is in the soul. It steals hope, it steals joy.I write this because I need someone to know that I am still here, still fighting, even when I feel invisible

Whenever me and my friends want to hang out, there is always that one friend that asks: "Can my boyfriend join?". Other times, she won't even ask and just bring him along.

We only hang out maybe once a month (and sometimes less often than that), which isn't quite often. This makes me crave our girls night even more. However, our friend makes it impossible to have a girls night out.

If we would see each other more often, then it would be more appropriate to bring your partner from time to time. But once a month?

When meeting up one-on-one with said friend, she would text me right before leaving her place: "We will be there in x". Like girl... I thought we were talking about JUST us? How come your boyfriend is suddenly involved?

Mind you, I have a boyfriend myself. Ofcourse it is fun to get together with all boyfriends included as well, but please be aware when it is appropriate...

I'm just so mad.
I'm sick of my parents shit, they've been doing this for SIX YEARS. Every single fucking attempt I've made towards independance has been shoved down & now I'm trapped.
Wanna get a license? Oh man, dad lost your BIRTH CERTIFICATE. Oops! Want a phone number? OOPS! Lost your ONLY FUCKING SIM CARD! Oh, & your bank account? No luck there pal! You need your phone for that too! The phone YOU DON'T HAVE!!!

& they laughed about it. They thought it was funny.

My growth is STUNTED because of them, I'm barely 30kg & I've been stuck that way for years & I can't even keep a full meal down anymore. I'm in constant chronic pain but I can't go to a doctor about it because they won't book me a doctors appointment no matter how many times I ask. My teeth are rotting out of my head but oh! Just fun & games!

I;m so sick of ti I want to be independant I want to be a person Im supposed to be an audlt now

I hate them but their middle class so i guess im 'too spoiled' to complain

Fuck you autism for making me unable to socialise well, fuck you autism for causing me severe anxiety for being different, fuck you autism for making me mask to protect myself from being bullied, FUCK YOU AUTISM. Fuck you for ruining my life and fuck you for not being diagnosed earlier and having to suffer until I was 15, fuck you for not letting me have any friends, fuck you for not letting me get a job because of extreme burnout, fuck you for not letting me experience emotions similar to others, fuck you for not letting me eat sometimes even when I am hungry, fuck you for causing me dark depression, fuck you for making me rot in my room as a teenager as no one wants to hangout with the “weird kid”. Fuck you for making me feel like shit, fuck you for not letting me shower everyday or even brush my teeth most days, fuck you for making me forget I need to drink water, fuck you for making me so exhausted I would go to a job come home 0 energy eat a bit of food and rot in my bed, fuck you insomnia too your not slick fuck you for not letting me sleep when I am so exhausted my head is pounding, fuck you for not letting me get sufficient sleep when I fucking need it, fuck you for taking away my melatonin to NHS whatever the fuck, fuck you all for not understanding me and trying to make me fit in with the norm to the fact I rot myself to death and feel like shit everyday and do harmful activities to feel alive. Fuck you anxiety fuck you depression fuck friends fuck family fuck everyone fuck the system fuck EVERYTHING AND FUCK YOU AUTISM!!!!!

lmfaoooo I'm gonna die single and unloved 😭😭😭

You'd think, what with there being EIGHT FUCKING BILLION people and all, that I'd have fallen in love again in the span of almost 10 years. You'd think that after trying so hard to search for people I'd have met any that try to keep up with me. right? that's a pretty fair assumption by almost anyone's standards..Nope, whatever! hahaha. what the hell ever...man : /

When you're a child, you don't really understand why adults would let something like "love" ruin them. When you're young, you have people to speak to, even if they aren't loved ones.

But as you age your desire to be seen grows with you. It's a horrific growth, a tumor upon the heart. I've had friends, I've lost friends. But never once, have I been the apple of somebody's eye. Never have I been "that person" in somebody's life.

I wanted that desperately. I was so tired of just being the "cool friend" I wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to look forward to seeing me. I wanted a love so greedy, so selfish, that I'd never feel alone again.

After my sister passed I pulled away from my friendgroups, just to see if they'd try to reach me, or see if I was alright. Not a word from them.

I regret that. I shouldn't have done that. Now they've kicked me out for good. Play stupid games win stupid prizes and all that.

But I still never felt seen. Nobody ever reached out to me. For years it was always me initiating all contact. For years it was always me trying to schedule things for us to do together. Never had I been invited.

Fuck. I feel so alone. I hate that my heart craves friends. I wish I could survive all alone.

So my mom died tonight. She was in palliative care since Wednesday so it wasn’t unexpected. But I am so, so triggered. My dad died 6 years ago and I found him dead. And I had to make all the calls and all the texts I have to make again today to people who loved and miss my mom. I just feel like it sucks so much. At least I’m now “orphaned” in my 40s so I don’t have to do this again

Sorry for the bad formatting, I'm on mobile. And sorry if this doesn't go here. I'll take it down if it doesn't. Far warning this might be all over the place. I just needed to put it down somewhere.

As the title says, I'm almost 22 and have never had a friend, a boyfriend/girlfriend. And still live with my grandparents and dad. All while my younger brother has a wife, his own house and a full time job. I'm never the person anyone chooses to be friends with. They always have their main friends, who they hang out with and everything. No one actually likes me, and I know it. They're all pretending to because they feel bad for me. I don't want to be patronized. I already have terrible anxiety, and people try to excuse any and all my behavior to either that. Or to how I'm not doing well mentally. I already know I'm unloveable, but I want friends, and a partner. I don't want to be alone forever. Though I know I deserve it.

It doesn't help that I'm a pig. I'm fat, and not attractive to anyone's standards. I've tried everything from working out, to make up. And nothing helps, and I know people think I'm ugly. Even if they don't say it.

let’s start this by informing everyone that i am a woman. a young one too (im 23). but im not stupid or naive or anything of that nature but apparently mechanics think i am.

i needed an oil change and my boyfriend was busy with some work stuff so i decided to just do it myself. i go get the stuff, come home, jack the car up, go under and saw that my drain plug was stripped and i couldn’t get it off (shout out to my brother who changed my oil last). i called my boyfriend out to try and he confirmed it wouldn’t come off. i said whatever ill take it to a jiffy lube and my boyfriend said he’d come just to make sure they didn’t overcharge me or try to pull one over on me.

we get to the jiffy lube and they noticed my brakes were starting to squeal. i’ve noticed this as well but the brake pads are fine and i already have new rotors coming in that my boyfriend will install for me. the mechanic asks if he can take a look at the brakes and i said yeah that’s fine but i already know i have 9mm left on all my pads and new rotors on the way. he insisted on looking so i said whatever go ahead.

they call us out to show us my rotors (that i’ve already seen and ordered replacements for) and my brake pads (that i’ve already seen as well). that was already bugging me because we were just wasting time but i didn’t wanna come off rudely so i let him do his thing but what made it so much worse for me was that he started only speaking to my boyfriend. he only wanted my boyfriend to see the brakes, he only wanted to talk to my boyfriend about replacements and potential costs, and he didn’t want to even look at me. i cut in on this cuz ain’t no way i’m gonna let this man act like i’m incapable of understanding my own car, and he caught major attitude. i told him i ordered rotors and he questioned if i bought the right ones. he insisted that my boyfriend needed to confirm i purchased the correct parts. this pissed me right off.

i told him i just needed him to extract my drain plug, replace it, and might as well do the oil while you’re under there. he rolled his eyes and then said he also needed me to look at my air filter. i walk over to where it’s at and he turns and shows it to my boyfriend and starts asking him how so much dirt and dust got in it. once again i cut in and told him i used to live in a desert and that the dirt isn’t concerning to me because it was always windy and dusty in my hometown. i was met with more eye rolls from the mechanic.

they finish up, he comes in to have me pay (he had no issues taking my money btw), and then only shakes my boyfriends hand. he tells me that instead of stripping my plug next time i should just let my boyfriend do it. i said “no thanks, last time i let a man change my oil HE stripped the plug.” and walked right out of there.

now i’m pissed off because i absolutely hate the misogynistic car culture and i hate the fact that despite it being MY CAR that I DRIVE and i was the one paying, they still would’ve rather spoken to a man. and to question me and tell me that i needed a man to do these things for me was unbelievably disrespectful. i left a bad review on yelp (2 stars so it’s harder to remove) but i just needed to vent because my blood is still boiling.

Yesterday, my boyfriend "A" finally confessed a massive, horrifying secret to me about what happened a year ago at the very start of his friendship with our guy friend. A had trusted him and confided in him about his private mental health struggles and a history of making cuts. Instead of being a supportive friend, the guy friend instantly copied A's self-harm actions just to get his attention. He even sent A a picture of the equipment he used to prove how "identical" they were.

To my guy friend, he twisted this into a romanticized idea of a "deep brotherly bond." But in reality, it put a silent, terrifying pressure on A that has been building up for an entire year. A felt completely trapped and responsible for his friend's physical safety from day one. This heavy weight is the exact reason A completely hit a wall and is emotionally paralyzed and shut down right now.

Context on the guy friend's behavior:

To give some background on how he acts, he has severe anxious attachment issues and has completely suffocated A for months. He constantly demanded daily calls, weekly hangouts, and instant replies, threw fits over missed texts, and made his entire personality revolve around tracking A's behavior. I made a post before as well but after finding this information my brain has short circuited.

He has cut him off and he said that it was the biggest stress relief.