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Hi, So last time I took cialis which is prescipted by the way - 20 mg, I felt really bad almostand fainted out, had bleed from my nose, pain around the heart muscle, headache, pain in every muscle of my body, aura migrane, high blood pressure like around 166/92 for 4 hours and then it imrpoved. Doctors told me the reason for that was that I was training in the gym too hard the day before, didn't sleep well and had too much to drink - 3 glasses of wine and one beer...not sure if it is too much. ECG was fine and they think they are no issues with my heart.
Tbh I never had any issues with Cialis (maybe only mild symptoms). No I don't know what to do...should I leave out alcohol comoletley our or one shot of vodka + beer would be ok...should I use Viagra that also works for me...but not sure if it won't give the same sympotms. Thoughts?

Let's start it off at the beginning as someone who is part of Asian-American heritage I was disappointed by the state of asian and asian-American discourse here on Reddit. Many asian subreddits are east-asian centric, and as such often are exclusionary and exclude certain ethnicities including white and Black people & as someone who's half white obviously I can't accept that. Many of the asian subreddits are also somehow simultaneously reactionary in that they support authoritarian social structures and right-wing American political candidates while at the same time supporting the evil, racist, terrorist CCP.
In response I created my own subreddit r-TrueAsianAmerican which was open to people of all races, genders, ethnicities & orientations. And was anti-racist and anti-authoritarian. In essense an anti-racist, high-quality subreddit where you could have open discussions about things that affect asians and asian-Americans. About 2 weeks ago I logged in to find that (A) 2 non-rule-breaking moderators in r-TrueAsianAmerican had unfairly been suspended for no reason,(B) one mod account was hacked and now shadowbanned and (C) my personal account was shadowbanned but not hacked. And the subreddit itself was also "banned for being unmoderated"
This strongly smacks of a coordinated, bad-faith attack. Right-wing conservative asians as well as CCP trolls had been plotting to shut us down for weeks by consistently reporting things in bad faith.
I tried to write into the admins and have yet to hear back. In the meantime I attempted to start a new subreddit which was r-TrueAsianAmericans again an anti-racist subreddit open to all races and genders, where one could legitimately criticize the evil, racist, terrorist, fascist CCP. This was banned within seconds for "spam" even though there wasn't even a single artical posted.
So it seems I can't even re-start an anti-racist, anti-authoritarian subreddit. Is there anything at all I can do except hope that somehow the admins see my message?

My mom is diagnosed with stomach cancer (advanced stage 4). She has lost 15-20kg weight in last 3 months and she is still able to do household chores.
Chemo will start next week and I am concerned that it will make her weak and rather than making her life better by chemo ,we will make it worse for her.
There is no pain or anything yet. She is not able to swallow food except liquid or semi solid food.
How quickly will it go bad. I am really stressed and concerned. I don't want her to undergo any sort of pain.

Every character has a problem for me that I just can't overlook:
Sol: having to memorize a dozen optimal combos and keep every match-ups in mind seems way too troublesome for pea-brain me
Ky: just feels way too basic and boring, it's not that he's bad, he's just not interesting at all
May: I can't stand charge-inputs and her design just isn't for me
Zato-1: I sure as hell won't learn one of the most complex characters in the game. If I can't wrap my head around a single character, how am I supposed to do that with 2??
I-No: her dash feels so weird. Her offense is basically just 50:50s, I don't know, I don't like being this aggressive.
Chipp: I can't stand his constant yelling, he is way too edgy, way too fast, way too much for me
Millia: I don't like FighterZ, I don't want to memorize a hundred combos just to do a quarter of the damage any other character would have done.
Nago: too slow for me and the blood rage mechanic scares me
Axl: I really don't want to play a zoner, with charge inputs to make matters worse
Faust: I don't like him, he seems way too weird for me. His design doesn't do it for me, his playstyle doesn't do it for me and j can't stand his randomness either
Leo: I can stand neither his design, nor stance-characters
Anji: I really don't want to main a character one of my friends already plays, I'd hate to constantly have mirror matches. On top of that he's just not that fun tbh
Pot: too slowly for me
Ram: played her for quite a while but got boring for some reason
Giovanna: just feels so bland. Rushdown is cool and all, but just not for me I think
Jack-O: same as Zato-1, but add 2 more
Happy Chaos: I don't like playing him, I don't like playing against him
Testament: all the projectiles and wacky teleport and stain shenanigans are making my head hurt
Baiken: seems repetitive from what I've seen
Goldlewis: don't have him, don't want him
Bridget: I just don't understand her. She both fast and has a long reach, I feel like she can get out of every scenario somehow. She can set up her yo-yos and all, I just don't get her. I don't know what I'm supposed to do when playing her. Her kit just overwhelms me, even though it's not that much.
Sin: I just don't like him
Bedman?: His. Movement. Feels. So. Slow.
Asuka: obvious reasons, his playstyle is absurd, he can do everything, he has fucking 3 different decks, mana management, card management, rng, very situational combos, just thinking about it hurts my brain.
I get there will never be a perfect character but this is just depressing. I want to like the game but damn, it's not happening

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I realize I'm about to get put through the wringer for it, but I disagree that fatphobia is the sole reason for Donie not getting top points. Discrimination against large people definitely exists in the dance world and elsewhere, but she definitely has technical room for improvement.
Any coach who tells you they see nothing to improve when they look at the video of a performance or practice session is massaging your ego and taking your money. Instead he should give her three technical things to work on: one a sure bet, one a good goal, and one stretch goal.
For example, she looks far too determined much of the time instead of immersing herself in the moment and the music. She is not musical and has a hard, driven edge to her dancing that is contrary to the style in several numbers. She comes across as aggressive, tense and worried instead of nuanced and full of enjoyment. Her Latin motion needs a lot of work, especially with the feet.- her moves are brittle and ballistic, stompy instead of undulating. Arms and fingers are coarse and over-tensioned instead of fluid and musical and the motion is coming from her upper shoulders, which are not down and flat, instead of her back. She looks down a LOT, which is a pretty basic bad habit. There are significant issues with shoulder and neck placement and with hip motion. She lacks line and amplitude most of the time.
Finally, her choice of partner doesn't help. The visual impression is not flattering. A big girl needs a big partner, and I say that with love and support.
I'm a retired professional dancer and speak from experience.

Good day my dear friends of Motorvehicles,
I wanna buy a Porsche, a good old 924, my 2nd favorite and most reasonable Porsche to buy for me. My budget is limited but suffiecent to spend enough on a good used car. I want to use it for touring (going 400 miles to france for example) and for daily driving for shopping and stuff. Just as my #1 main car. Is it a good idea? Probably not! But I don't care as long as it's not a *bad* idea. I have some questions though!
What kind of replacement parts and tools do fellow old timer / 924 owners have in their trunk? I'd immagine coolant, oil, belt?. Are there any references on troubleshooting of fellow 924 owners that could give me an idea of what to look out for, what to do if it breaks down. I picked a 924 because it's fairly low maintanance and almost as cool as the coolest porsche, the 928.
Thank you very much for any input!

First of all: The Good Place is one of the best series on Netflix, and I absolutely love it, so please don’t take this the wrong way! So I don’t know if these are actual plot holes or if I just missed a memo. But here we go:

• The dance competition in season 3. It is revealed that it is an annual dance competition, and yet we see that Jason and his group participated at least 4 times, while it’s all happening within a year?
  
• So obviously, Micheal spend a very long time exactly planning every detail of ‘The Good Place’, prior to season 1. But, were the humans already dead? I can’t possibly imagine that the 4 humans were killed by the Bad Place, just so that the experiment could take place. Also, a lot of ‘residents’ are around 25-50 years old! Ofc, these were all demons but a lot of people just die because of old age, and definitely not between their twenties and fifties and we see barely any older residents!
  

Does anyone have an explanation for this? Also, did you find other plotholes? Lemme know!

honestly couldnt think of a better title lmao. but i loved this video, the vibe of it, the filming and camera shots and how beautiful vietnam was. i really appreciated the different filming style, howver, i just felt bad for her grandma the whole video.
i know this 24 minute video isnt her whole relationship with her grandma, but mai kept talking in english (as she should ofc) to the video and her poor grandma would just wait for her to finish because i dont think she understood english 😭 mai is 100% obligated to speak english especially for her viewers, but personally i would've just spoken in Vietnamese to the video or not film the day i meet my grandma is so long. i think its somewhat basic respect because i wouldn't want my grandma feeling left out. this is such a fucking stretch i know omg feel free to call me out for being stupid.
i thought to mention it because a couple months ago people were complaining about michelle choi and her weird relationship with her mom, and how she was filming her disabled grandma or somethn and waiting ages to help her get up? like how she waits to set up the camera and then use her grandma for views.
but this video was actually so pretty in my opinion

BJP IT Cell right now resembles Congress SM Team of 2013, utterly incompetent, arrogant bunch of jokers, stuck in conspiracy theories, banal stuff. And headed by the most incompetent, arrogant Amit Malviya. For any issue, they have only one answer, writing long winded threads that don't mean anything, coming up with vague conspiracy theories.
BJP's biggest challenge won't be from the opposition in 2024, it will be from it's own disgruntled supporters who are growing day by day. Many long time supporters are totally fed up with the rampant corruption at lower levels, the sycophancy culture, whimsical decisions taken by Dear Leader, and are openly asking questions now. And that is going to be a major problem now,
Modi might still win 2024, but he is fast losing credibility, and it will at best be a phyrric victory.

Hello everybody.
I need on opinion about my situation.
Wanted an urgent ct scan , about my mother that was very ill , i was obligated to stay with here on ct scan room , holding her hands while ct scan is making an abdome imagery.
(Unfortunatelly on my country this not work as it should) and i was making everything possible helping here .
I stayed on left side on ct scan without puting my head and hands inside the circle of scanner.
Now in my left part of head feel A hot sensation and hypersensivity .
Applying cold water gives a relief.
This is a side effect about exposing my body to xray raditaion ?
Should i worry about a big radiation xrays?
And is thery anything i can do?
Thanks for every opinion

TW: emotional abuse, racism with bad words, physical abuse, other swear words
Also warning: I believe my mom has ASD and this portrays her in a negative light, but it's a fair description of her abuse of me, and I need to talk about it.
My mom had a consistent habit of misinterpreting me when I spoke. She very easily took things the wrong way, in the most hurtful way possible. I was a very curious child, and asked a lot of questions about the world. But my mom would think I was criticizing her.
For example, as a preschooler I saw rust on our car and I asked, "what's that?". I just wanted the scientific answer, but my mom heard "You should be ashamed for being so poor! How dare you drive me around town in such a crappy broken down car! You're a worthless poor person! Such a loser!" And not only was she furiously angry and yelled at me, she beat me and withheld meals. This was her typical go-to for discipline.
When I was 8 I randomly got the giggles for no reason and couldn't stop laughing. My mom thought I was laughing at her and she spanked me because I wouldn't stop. That didn't work so she pulled me over her knees and kept beating me. I couldn't stop laughing and was crying from the pain at the same time.
When I was about 9 I noticed my mom has a more tan complexion and I thought she looked a bit Native American. I asked "Mom, what race are we?" Well my mom heard something different along the lines of, "Mom, you look like a nigger" and she was soooo insulted. My parents are racist, but at that age I still didn't quite understand race or racism, and I was just asking for more information. Many decades later, we find out me and my mom do have Native American heritage/DNA.
In middle school some other kids were talking about what church they go to, and some kids didn't go to church and they had perfectly good reasons why. They asked me if I go to church. I don't. They asked why, and I didn't know why. So I go home and ask my mom, "why don't we go to church?" But again, my mom heard something different. She thought I said, "you know we should be going to church you Satanic bitch!" And she flipped out on me in her usual manner.
Another time, about age 10, my younger sister had to go to the hospital for a medical condition. My mom took her and said it would be an hour or two. They ended up being gone like seven hours and I was extremely worried and fretting about what my sister was going through. (No cell phones back then) As the hours ticked by my anxiety got worse and worse. When they got back I asked why it took so long and my mom just EXPLODED all of her own emotions on me. Because what she heard was, "Why did you spend so much time with 'sister' when you should have been at home with me waiting on me hand and foot?" It didn't even cross her mind that I was worried about my sister.
These are a handful of examples that I do remember, but this was a consistent behavior pattern so there were lots of other times I barely remember or have probably forgotten. It was the emotional reactivity that traumatized me. I thought it was ok to talk, but then my mom went from ok to level 100 emotional berzerk because I said something. It ended up being not ok to ask about or talk about anything. Therapy has recently helped me figure this all out. It explains why I developed selective mutism. My whole life I didn't really understand why I had so much inhibition against talking. I internalized that my words or voice would make people explode.
I had no guidance on what subject matter was either ok or off limits. It was so random. And because I saw other people talking about topics and it seemed ok, but when I talked about that topic it was not ok, I internalized that it was just me that wasn't allowed to talk. This wasn't a subject matter problem. I was just "less than" and didn't have the right to speak.
One more thing, my dad would always take my mom's side. Like when he got home from work in the evening, my mom would tell him the "horrible" things I "said" and he would yell at me and beat me all over again.
So this is how I lost confidence in my ability to communicate. This is my SM origin story.

TW: emotional abuse, racism with bad words, physical abuse, other swear words
Also warning: I believe my mom has ASD and this portrays her in a negative light, but it's a fair description of her abuse of me, and I need to talk about it.
My mom had a consistent habit of misinterpreting me when I spoke. She very easily took things the wrong way, in the most hurtful way possible. I was a very curious child, and asked a lot of questions about the world. But my mom would think I was criticizing her.
For example, as a preschooler I saw rust on our car and I asked, "what's that?". I just wanted the scientific answer, but my mom heard "You should be ashamed for being so poor! How dare you drive me around town in such a crappy broken down car! You're a worthless poor person! Such a loser!" And not only was she furiously angry and yelled at me, she beat me and withheld meals. This was her typical go-to for discipline.
When I was 8 I randomly got the giggles for no reason and couldn't stop laughing. My mom thought I was laughing at her and she spanked me because I wouldn't stop. That didn't work so she pulled me over her knees and kept beating me. I couldn't stop laughing and was crying from the pain at the same time.
When I was about 9 I noticed my mom has a more tan complexion and I thought she looked a bit Native American. I asked "Mom, what race are we?" Well my mom heard something different along the lines of, "Mom, you look like a nigger" and she was soooo insulted. My parents are racist, but at that age I still didn't quite understand race or racism, and I was just asking for more information. Many decades later, we find out me and my mom do have Native American heritage/DNA.
In middle school some other kids were talking about what church they go to, and some kids didn't go to church and they had perfectly good reasons why. They asked me if I go to church. I don't. They asked why, and I didn't know why. So I go home and ask my mom, "why don't we go to church?" But again, my mom heard something different. She thought I said, "you know we should be going to church you Satanic bitch!" And she flipped out on me in her usual manner.
Another time, about age 10, my younger sister had to go to the hospital for a medical condition. My mom took her and said it would be an hour or two. They ended up being gone like seven hours and I was extremely worried and fretting about what my sister was going through. (No cell phones back then) As the hours ticked by my anxiety got worse and worse. When they got back I asked why it took so long and my mom just EXPLODED all of her own emotions on me. Because what she heard was, "Why did you spend so much time with 'sister' when you should have been at home with me waiting on me hand and foot?" It didn't even cross her mind that I was worried about my sister.
These are a handful of examples that I do remember, but this was a consistent behavior pattern so there were lots of other times I barely remember or have probably forgotten. It was the emotional reactivity that traumatized me. I thought it was ok to talk, but then my mom went from ok to level 100 emotional berzerk because I said something. It ended up being not ok to ask about or talk about anything. Therapy has recently helped me figure this all out. It explains why I developed selective mutism. My whole life I didn't really understand why I had so much inhibition against talking. I internalized that my words or voice would make people explode.
I had no guidance on what subject matter was either ok or off limits. It was so random. And because I saw other people talking about topics and it seemed ok, but when I talked about that topic it was not ok, I internalized that it was just me that wasn't allowed to talk. This wasn't a subject matter problem. I was just "less than" and didn't have the right to speak.
One more thing, my dad would always take my mom's side. Like when he got home from work in the evening, my mom would tell him the "horrible" things I "said" and he would yell at me and beat me all over again.
So this is how I lost confidence in my ability to communicate. This is my SM origin story.

and I kinda agree and it's definitely not a bad thing lol

So, here is my story, it will be really long. Sorry about grammatic mistakes, im not native speaker. If you want to skip to drdp related text, it will be marked below.
From childhood I was really, really anxious about everything. My peak was, when I went to Sunday School, and fixed on a thought, that my parents will go to heaven, and I will go to hell, because of my sins. And i really loved (and still) my parents, so every night was a horror. Funny enough, after around two years of this torture (i really mean it, it was so bad, especially for young mind), i completly lost ability to have nightmares. I had like 2 after 9 years old, and even than, those were nothing in comparison with those, i had before. So, at 18 y.o im getting my diagnose (somewhat of a mix: GAD-based MDD :) )
I having treatment with mirtazapine with pick in 15mg (those who knows, that s not that much)
And I responded really well, my anxiety (the "ill" one) flew away, and depression sinked after lost of anxiety. Parallely, there were a lot of stress in my life. School, uni, than work, personal life, regular stuff. And I occasionally smoked weed. Not much, not often, never two days in a row, and the smallest gap was 3 weeks (it was only once, usually 1.5 months minimally, 6 months casually between smoking). And I am also responded really well. I was happy, no anxiety or panic at all, but i was also really responsible. At 19 years old I stopped vaping (I was vaping 3 years, 2 years on nic, from 17 to 19 on really high dosage, 20 - 50 mg/ml on 100 watt).
Here starts DRDP question
But, in February of this year, my dog died. I was always afraid of it, all my life, I prayed to god for his health all my life. He had heart cancer, really rare case. And on first days of his illness, i was alone with him, i had noone who could help me. So I had a couple of really intense episodes, not sure if those were panic attacks, but i felt really bad, nausea, dizzines, vertigo, heartrate is 120 (my normal is 100). He died after 2 weeks. It was so painfull to see how he is changing, how his behavour is "unnormal". We decided to put him down, until he got pains (he was inoperable). All of this started, after 3 days of me slipped off of mirtazapine (really bad timing). But, it seemed as a surprise to me, I really lacked in emotions in comparison of what i expected from my self. My bet is that, my brain tried to pull me out of situation, because i faced my biggest existential fear, the fear of death. Anytime I think of death (from childhood and now on), I am getting temporary severe anxiety, that I once had. It flews away when I stop thinking of it, but this fear is on a place.
So, after this I developed serious headaches. I tried to go to neurologist, and had all my analysis passed, everything was fine. On march 25, it was a soccer match, so I decided to have a little weed (by little, I really mean it, I was not even high, just slightly apettite boosted). Everything was fine, I ate a lot, and went to sleep. Afterwards, I woke up at 3 a.m, with strange feeling. It was like nausea with mild anxiety (I think, organism wanted me to go to toilet, because, I really had a lot of food), but, I tried to fell asllep once again. And I fell of in some kind of limb, as it was dream in ultrasound, i was not asleep, but I saw how i am slowly flying in dark entity with white artifacts appearing around me. It was like 3 seconds long, but I really freaked out. On a next day I felt still "high", so I thought that it was just me being too tired and not had enough sleep. But as time went, I still got this feeling of "something isnt right". It seemed to me, like my vestibular system was really hecked up, full time vertigo, and like general feeling, like my sensory systems were inadequately perceive the signals (colors were not right, blurry vision, a lot of dark dots and so on). First week, every night I had anxiety attacks. I thought that I am physically damaged, that something is not right. But, I didnt have any feeling of not being me, or not living my life. I was living in constant fear, that I will be forever stuck in this condition (that was along with me had a little break up with my pshychiatrist, because, I asked her about my condition in link with weed, and in our country weed is not yet decriminalised). I was really tired of vertigo and nausea.
And here I am, 2.5 months past, and I came back to mirtazapine (now 7.5 mg, more like a sleep aid). I am feeling really better, but still, I am catching these visual distortions, and overall, I am really afraid of having anything even mildly psychoactive (primarily caffeine and alcohol). So, what is your thoughts, what is wrong with me? Was it DPDR, or just severe anxiety after dogs death? I am really afraid of getting back to that cycle. Thank you for reading all of that, I really appreciate it.
edit 1 - I want to add, after dogs death , developed not exactly headaches, but paresthesias in my head, like something really heavy pushed my forehead (from inside to outside), that sometimes were becoming into headaches. So I was really freaking out, if that was a schizophrenia or something...

Hello everyone,
I've been researching and reading reviews but can't find a proper clear answer as to what I can upgrade to.
I mainly looked to stick with Motorola, because of the following reasons:
- Button control within locked screen (I've seen some devices that won't allow you to volume control before you swipe/log
- Clean Android OS. I've seen many systems with extras to bloatware and I'm not a big fan
- Dual simcard. I have a personal simcard and one from work. It's easy to switch one off.
- Memory card (without sacrificing a sim slot). I've noticed this is becoming increasingly rare, but I'm willing to foreit it, as long as the main onboard storage is enough.
I've heard good things about Nokia and Samsung. I've been doubting to get an Galaxy A52S or the cheaper Motorola G72 so far. The Galaxy is what my girlfriend uses and she is very happy with it and the battery seems to do good (we use it often for Pokémon go on our walks and to navigate when we're on vacation).
They seem to have what I'd like and are within price range, but any user experience (both good and bad) would help me get an insight.
Anyone who can share their experiences?

Hey, I'm gonna provide you with some backstory, because this is driving me crazy. There are certain things I won't mention, thus I will focus only on the one/two problems that happened over time.
I (22M) have a boyfriend (26M) of 2.5 years. We've been getting along perfectly, no huge issues, just a healthy relationship. It started with him mentioning his ex a lot, but we talked it through and it was fine to some point. He mentioned that he's happier with me, on top of that, I live 5km away, and his boyfriend used to live 300km away. That's a win-win for us.
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The thing is, 3 months into the relationship he told me that he's so satisfied with me, that he's never met anyone like me before to the point where he claimed he stopped watching any porn when we met. I was flabbergasted, I truly felt loved and appreciated. Fast-forward two months, he was working on his PC, I was right beside and I noticed a video on the desktop. It was porn. I kindly asked about it, without any issues, and he claimed it was not porn, it was just some video he got off his old hard-drive and swiped it under the rag. I googled it at home once, just to make sure, and it indeed was porn. It was fine, I didn't mention it again. Two or three months later the same situation happened. I also called him out on it because I felt a bit uncomfortable about it. He shrugged it under the rug and told me he didn't watch it and so on.
So, porn for me isn't a huge issue, it truly isn't. It's just the fact that we live 5 kilometers away, and we only do 'stuff' together when he wants to. There's no taboo, there's no limits, and when we want to do something, we do everything. There's nothing he has to be scared about, no insecurities and he can do anything he wants to me. Sometimes when I am 'feeling the moment' I ask him if I can send him a 'spicy pic' or if he wants to see it, etc. He always states that 'yeah sure, you can send it but 'don't do anything without me, wait for me and we'll do it together' - and I always wait. Whether I have to wait a day, three days, a week or even three weeks - I always wait for him and don't do anything on my own. It's fine.
When we want to do anything it's always easy for both of us, because our parents are often away, so it's no problem to travel 5km to each other places, especially when we cycle - we cycle all day long everyday, so a 15-20 minutes drive doesn't make any difference. We can do 'stuff' whenever we want to.
The thing is, he often doesn't want to, or claims that he wants to but 'has something to do' That's when the porn issue is concerning to me, because I am literally at the reach of his hand and instead of doing stuff together, I keep finding porn on his computer. It was about 3 times I found out, and he always told me that he's deleted it. So three times 'he deleted it' and three times I 'found it' (not snooping, just by looking at his other screen).
So, this is a bad thing I've done, I am truly aware, but one time when I was helping him with some stuff on the PC, I looked into the 'external hard-drive folder' and found lots of porn, it was 2 folders in, hadn't to look any further. I called him out again, because he claimed that he's deleted everything. We got into an argument, I told him that I know I did a bad thing and it won't happen again, but that's when my trust issues started. I know that looking at someone's PC is bad, but in this case, it proved my worries again.
He defended himself that 'it's old stuff from his laptop that he hasn't deleted yet, he didn't even know it was there'. But when I ask him about 'my pictures' that he reportedly downloads and 'keeps in his folder', he couldn't find it, because it's on a pendrive 1, 2 or number 3 and it's deep in the drawer. But the 'porn he didn't know was there' took me 3 seconds to find.
It's okay, I wanted to talk about it, as it's more about communication and honesty, because I never call him out in a way 'you're forbidden to watch porn', but more like 'tell me when you don't feel like doing it with me today/this week and want to do it on your own', but it never works this way. He just sweeps it under the rug, never communicates and leaves things unsolved.
So I am at his place quite often, 4-5 times a week. He always keeps his old hard drive besides his laptop, 365 days a year, that's where I found the porn once and that's where he stores it. Beside that one time I looked at his PC, told him about it and talked it through, everything was fine. He told me he deleted it, again, though.
So today he was away on a trip, he told me to walk his dog out, and I did. I had some stuff to leave at his room on the desk, so I left it there and left. However, I noticed the external hard-drive wasn't there, even though it is there 365 days a year.
Beside that one time, over a year ago, when I looked at his PC, it never happened again. I told him I am aware that I did a bad thing, told him I would never do it again, and I never did. However, today, after over a year after the accident, before leaving he still thought about hiding the drive from me. It's not a coincidence, because I know him well, he hid it on purpose.
No, I don't know a password to his laptop anyway, I never look through it, he trusts me with all my heart, that's what I thought, and it's mutual.
Is it right for me to feel bad now? I feel like he doesn't trust me anymore, and I don't know if I trust him at this point. He claimed to have deleted it 3 times and 3 times I "proved him wrong" by simply looking at the other screen when I was helping him with some work-related stuff. Then, one time, when I was helping, I snooped on my own, proved myself right again. I feel like this is an issue he sweeps under the rug, resulting in my not getting enough sex, being worried about him preferring to jack off to stuff on his computer, and being dishonest on top of it all.
All I want from him is honesty , because if he told me, there wouldn't be an issue. But it's always "yeah, I deleted it" and then I don't even have to look for it and I find it.
Is it okay for me to feel disappointed in him now? I know it's not a biggie, but just the fact that before leaving the house he thought of hiding it from me, it just feels unnatural, because I am there for him all day long everyday, helping him to cope with all the stuff he's got going on, helping him when he's down, when he's got tons of work on his head, and all I get as a "thank you" is to be dishonest with me.
I just feel like I'm being lied to and that I do too much for him, when I can't simply get a response "Yeah, I'm watching porn instead of doing it with you" or "I'm sorry for doing so". All I want is honest communication...

My tummy hurt bad. Real real real bad! It’s that time of the month again. My name is Taylor Buu.
I’m in a small town called Cayuga. I was a 3rd grade teacher up until 1 year ago. I decided to stop teaching (or maybe a pause) to pursue other passions that I have such as being a business owner. I have been operating my own business out of a mobile truck for the past 4 years while also teaching. Last December I went full time and had a grand opening store front. In Illinois! Super exciting time and so far the store has been doing great. Slow on some days since I’m being overpowered by the likes of Walmart and Target! My store focus on selling women’s clothing, accessories, and other miscellaneous such as baby clothing and sweets.
I’m a big sweets person. Everything is homemade by me, so always fresh. Such as Carmel popcorn, Rice Krispie pb&j energy bars, and banana bread! You get one random sweet per purchase! I also am trying to update my online store more, very hard when your the model for the items and running everything yourself! I’m married! I have a habit of talking in 3rd person because I used to teach 3rd grade.
Hopefully I get messages that are elaborate and not on the shorter side. Teachers hate that. Hate that real bad.

We are getting around 19mpg combined city and highway over the course of one tank of gas (266 miles on our last tank). Our car has 4700 miles on it and has not yet been serviced. We bought it new in October 2022.
19mpg seems very low, especially during a period where it's neither hot enough to need the AC nor cold enough to need the heat. I watch the estimated mileage remaining drop 2-3 miles for every mile we drive.
Is something wrong with our engine? Will the fuel efficiency improve after being serviced? Or is this normal for a 2023 SEL Convenience AWD?

So I’ve just bought a second hand 2019 Speed Twin. 7000 miles. 1 owner from new. Just serviced. First ride out on it today in the UK and it’s a barmy 21 degrees celsius, so nothing silly. The fan is on ALOT! More than any bike I’ve had before, on and off all the time in traffic, even a good 10 minutes after getting out of said traffic, gentle 40mph country roads, I can still hear it kicking in every so often.
Is this typical for the big 1200’s? Has triumph set the fan to come on at ridiculously low temps? I’ve heard the fan come on more times in the last hour than I think I have my 899 Panigale in 5 years!
The only mod it has btw are the Vance and Hines pipes. What are others experiences of this? Is this normal? There are no engine temp warning lights, bike is running beautifully, just rather hot for not that high of an ambient temperature.

So, here is my story, it will be really long. Sorry about grammatic mistakes, im not native speaker. If you want to skip to drdp related text, it will be marked below.
From childhood I was really, really anxious about everything. My peak was, when I went to Sunday School, and fixed on a thought, that my parents will go to heaven, and I will go to hell, because of my sins. And i really loved (and still) my parents, so every night was a horror. Funny enough, after around two years of this torture (i really mean it, it was so bad, especially for young mind), i completly lost ability to have nightmares. I had like 2 after 9 years old, and even than, those were nothing in comparison with those, i had before. So, at 18 y.o im getting my diagnose (somewhat of a mix: GAD-based MDD :) )I having treatment with mirtazapine with pick in 15mg (those who knows, that s not that much)And I responded really well, my anxiety (the "ill" one) flew away, and depression sinked after lost of anxiety. Parallely, there were a lot of stress in my life. School, uni, than work, personal life, regular stuff. And I occasionally smoked weed. Not much, not often, never two days in a row, and the smallest gap was 3 weeks (it was only once, usually 1.5 months minimally, 6 months casually between smoking). And I am also responded really well. I was happy, no anxiety or panic at all, but i was also really responsible. At 19 years old I stopped vaping (I was vaping 3 years, 2 years on nic, from 17 to 19 on really high dosage, 20 - 50 mg/ml on 100 watt).
Here starts DRDP question
But, in February of this year, my dog died. I was always afraid of it, all my life, I prayed to god for his health all my life. He had heart cancer, really rare case. And on first days of his illness, i was alone with him, i had noone who could help me. So I had a couple of really intense episodes, not sure if those were panic attacks, but i felt really bad, nausea, dizzines, vertigo, heartrate is 120 (my normal is 100). He died after 2 weeks. It was so painfull to see how he is changing, how his behavour is "unnormal". We decided to put him down, until he got pains (he was inoperable). All of this started, after 3 days of me slipped off of mirtazapine (really bad timing). But, it seemed as a surprise to me, I really lacked in emotions in comparison of what i expected from my self. My bet is that, my brain tried to pull me out of situation, because i faced my biggest existential fear, the fear of death. Anytime I think of death (from childhood and now on), I am getting temporary severe anxiety, that I once had. It flews away when I stop thinking of it, but this fear is on a place.
So, after this I developed serious headaches. I tried to go to neurologist, and had all my analysis passed, everything was fine. On march 25, it was a soccer match, so I decided to have a little weed (by little, I really mean it, I was not even high, just slightly apettite boosted). Everything was fine, I ate a lot, and went to sleep. Afterwards, I woke up at 3 a.m, with strange feeling. It was like nausea with mild anxiety (I think, organism wanted me to go to toilet, because, I really had a lot of food), but, I tried to fell asllep once again. And I fell of in some kind of limb, as it was dream in ultrasound, i was not asleep, but I saw how i am slowly flying in dark entity with white artifacts appearing around me. It was like 3 seconds long, but I really freaked out. On a next day I felt still "high", so I thought that it was just me being too tired and not had enough sleep. But as time went, I still got this feeling of "something isnt right". It seemed to me, like my vestibular system was really hecked up, full time vertigo, and like general feeling, like my sensory systems were inadequately perceive the signals (colors were not right, blurry vision, a lot of dark dots and so on). First week, every night I had anxiety attacks. I thought that I am physically damaged, that something is not right. But, I didnt have any feeling of not being me, or not living my life. I was living in constant fear, that I will be forever stuck in this condition (that was along with me had a little break up with my pshychiatrist, because, I asked her about my condition in link with weed, and in our country weed is not yet decriminalised). I was really tired of vertigo and nausea.
And here I am, 2.5 months past, and I came back to mirtazapine (now 7.5 mg, more like a sleep aid). I am feeling really better, but still, I am catching these visual distortions, and overall, I am really afraid of having anything even mildly psychoactive (primarily caffeine and alcohol). So, what is your thoughts, what is wrong with me? Was it DPDR, or just severe anxiety after dogs death? I am really afraid of getting back to that cycle. Thank you for reading all of that, I really appreciate it.
edit 1 - I want to add, after dogs death , developed not exactly headaches, but paresthesias in my head, like something really heavy pushed my forehead (from inside to outside), that sometimes were becoming into headaches. So I was really freaking out, if that was a schizophrenia or something...