Crazy pajamas for adults

This could be a coincidence... but since starting the june challenge iv fallen sick. Have been going through crazy hot and cold flushes and sweats. They seem to come and go but enough for me to not be able to do anything other than stay in bed. Keeping hydrated every way possible and trying to switch that lil voice off saying I will feel better if I just look at some porn. Has anyone fallen ill? Any suggestions? Is it not a case of use it or lose it when it comes to masturbating?
Carry on the good fight!!!

I’m begging you, please read before commenting. I’m not looking for everyone to tell me I’m right, but I feel like most people in my life are biased one way or another. I also don’t have any adults in my life to talk to about this, (insert tragic backstory about being bisexual in a cult-like religious family and being beaten, kicked out, homeless, yada yada yada) so I’d really like any advice I can get.
For starters, I’m 20, everyone in this story is 20, I finally got my own place to stay a couple months ago and I’ve been in therapy for a while (see aforementioned family issues)
To make it quick, there’s two people, yearlong recent ex, N, and ex I just started talking to, H.
N and I started talking just before I was kicked out, I was on my own for a while, it was rough, and I ended up moving across the country to where she lived. It’s very important to note I did not move for her, I had some friends who had a place for me to crash at night, and it was much better than sleeping on concrete.
After I moved and my situation became more stable, I realized that she wasn’t exactly who I thought she was after I got there. The N I talked to online was very confident, flirtatious, and outgoing, but in person she was completely the opposite.
Who I believed was the most alluring and confident person ever was actually someone who was diagnosed with depression at age 13, and I only got to see glimpses of her happy. I realized I had problems with feeling emotions (in the since that I couldn’t) and I also realized that cutting my emotions off and being in care mode 24/7 wasn’t helping. We both had a set of problems that just fundamentally made the others worse.
I’m feeling nothing-> She’s upset because I feel nothing-> I have to shut myself off and take care of her -> I feel nothing.
After months and months and months I had almost checked out, but I was still holding on hope that I’d come over to her house one day and see her happy, this kept up until just a couple weeks ago, where I broke up with her after a long day of work, and I just knew it was only getting worse. We were living together (w 2 other roommates) and we had a cat. She moved out, she yelled at me for the first time, and took the cat. I had practically checked out by then, I’d been hurting for months prior.
After she left, I was finally able to feel things again, and truly be at peace with myself and what happened to me as a kid.
In comes H
H was someone I dated at 15-16, and we dated for two years. At the time, I was a very emotional teen who was having masculinity issues (being closeted, see crazy religious family above) and she was the first person to see through it and call out my parents’ abuse/ set me on the track to being my own person. Really an eye opener.
Now, we were moody teenagers and had a lot of angry arguments/ did/ said a lot of angry stuff, but we broke up on the terms of “we’re just not right for each other right now” when I was 17-18. Her mother also had BPD and was always very angry or very very sad, neither of us were raised correctly, and we weren’t exactly good for each other, but we both had generally positive impacts. (She learned empathy, I learned how to use my brain)
Fast forward to about 5 days ago, I saw her online on one of my favorite games, and we hadn’t talked in over a year. This is where I’m fucking up. I saw she was online, texted her, she joined my game, and we talked again.
It was crazy. Just the very way. she carried herself made her seem like she was so much more at peace, and she said the same for me. She’s got huge passions now, just like me, and we’re both very boldly pursuing those. It’s refreshing meeting someone so, real.
After maybe hours of talking, and months of not feeling attraction to anyone, i got that little heartbeat skip thing, and immediately felt a downpour of guilt drowning it out. We’ve done nothing more than a little flirting, but I JUST got out of this big thing, even if I was over it months before it collapsed.
I just want to know what you guys think, If i’m moving too fast and shouldn’t talk to her, or if riding the wave seeing what happens is the way to go. I don’t have a mom or dad to confide in, so help me out internet people.

Depression, anxiety, OCD has always been with me since my teen years. It got better with medication and therapy gradually.
As everything was going okay for me, I started at university far from home. I even had a therapist here and was on medication. I got a job and was able to support myself with all my bills and medications. So I told my parents to stop sending money. Everything was great.
But I don't know what happened one day all of a sudden, I felt anxious about stepping out of my room. I stopped going to job. I don't have any human contact apart from my parents. My daily routine was to wake up, just lie there and cry, REPEAT. As I didn't have any job, I was dependent on my parents again. It was hard to ask them for money.
Attended a therapy session and tried to class but social anxiety kicked in furiously. I just ran to my room as fast as I could. With no more therapy, medication or money. I'm just lying day after day, doing nothing.
My parents would love to help but I know how hard I am to look after. I know how hard they've worked or still working with multiple shifts for me. I know they love me. I don't want them to ruin their health and everything for this loser.
Even with all the medication and therapy, nothing ever really changes. The relief is momentary but my pain is constant.
After the illnesses, I lost my friends, I don't know what teen/adult life is. All I know is that if I go to a doctor and take a pill, it'll help me. But for how long? I can't do this all my life. It's hard. I'm scared. And I am a loser. I know that for a fact.
Before going away, I just want one normal day. Where I can hangout with my friends, hug my parents, and thank them. And I just want to breathe, once, with no anxiety.
But I know none of this is possible.

Long rant about some of the abuse I suffered from my family. Includes physical and emotional. Fair warning..
So, my brother recently moved back into town to live with my mother. Both have abused me in the past, and both deny that anything they did to me was abusive behavior. My brother tried to confront me today, told me to explain what happened that was so bad in my childhood, because he thinks we had the same experiences growing up. I agreed that maybe 30% of our childhood was the same external experiences and tried to express my view before his confrontation turned far too aggressive for my feeble amygdala to process and I shut down and asked him to leave.
I remember as a child being terrified of having to sit next to my brother, because I had a nervous tick; I would shake my leg, and he would punch my leg until it hurt too much to move simply because it annoyed him. I remember having him spit in my face on multiple occasions; I recall some of them being accidental, at least according to him in the moment, but I also remember him laughing in my face while I cry over it every time. I remember being beat into submission any time I disagreed with his opinion, pinned to the ground and caused physical pain until I yielded that he was right and I was wrong; never mattered what it was about, I was always wrong because he was stronger than me. When I started drawing as a preteen, he would rip up my art and tell me it was garbage because he didn't like the style I referenced; if I tried to imitate something he liked, it was still garbage bc it didn't meet his standards. I remember him reading my diary to my face and belittling my emotions as I attempted to find out how to express them completely on my own while severely depressed by age 12. Having him tell me, with knowledge that I was suicidal at the time, that people need to "stop bitching about being sad and just off themselves already bc society doesn't need them."
I remember being smacked for expressing too strong of emotions. Being dragged around by my arm by a human 10x my size, holding back my tears because my mom was mad that I was crying. Getting yelled at that I'll be given something to really cry about if I didn't shut up. I remember riding in the passenger's seat before I hit double digits, while my drunk mother drove 90+mph down the highway, being forced to listening to her tell me about all of the awful abuse she had to grow up with and how she had it so much worse (recalling weighing the option of jumping out of the speeding car to end it all right then and there but being too scared to follow through). Having to walk on eggshells to avoid triggering my mom and being screamed at just for being a burden if I wanted something she wasn't in the mood to give; food, affection, help with homework, it didn't matter if she didn't feel like being my mom at that moment. Told multiple times growing up that I was a mistake and I owed my mom for not following through on any of the appointments she had set up to abort me me as a fetus (told enough times that I specifically remember it was 3 appointments).
Being told all my life, even now, that I'm just too sensitive and need to suck it up because everyone does stupid shit.
Sure, I wasn't abused that bad so according to my brother my trauma must be fake. My inability to hold down a job is just because I suck. Freezing up any time I need to ask for help, or doing things that I know will physically hurt me just to avoid being a burden to others; sure, that's normal, healthy behavior and has nothing to do with how I was raised. Shutting down at the first sign of aggression; hiding under my covers and crying for an hour when my boyfriend yells at his video games; being told no to literally anything; reverting to my 5y/o state of mind at 29 after asking my mom for some comfort through a difficult situation and being told to fuck off. Internalizing everything and pushing away the people who actually care about me because my brain simply cannot comprehend anyone honestly loving my useless, disfunctional ass. I'm not a healthy adult and I don't think my family has treated me right the majority of my life, but I guess it wasn't abuse according to them, so fuck me, right? 😖💩🤡
I feel like, even if I didn't shut down at his hostile confrontation and could list every one of these things to him, he wouldn't change his mind on this. I had the fawn response to my brother for years and am finally getting over it and realizing that; even if he doesn't physically hurt me anymore, his behavior and mindset toward me aren't healthy for either of us. I love my family, I honestly do, but why am I always the one in the wrong for wanting to be treated with kindness and respect by them?? 🥺🥺 Going nc asap, but that's so hard in this economy to try to live without familial support. Wish me luck guys, I'm gonna need a lot of it. Just glad I caught myself from getting lost in the flashbacks today after that chat... I'm so mad but I just wanna puke and cry after talking to that jerk, and now I'm too sick to my stomach to even eat lunch... I hate that they both still have this effect on me after all these years, I thought I had made progress, this is so frustrating... 😭

Hey hey!
I’m pretty much reposting from a few weeks ago, I met some incredible people and would be honoured to meet more!
I’m a 28 year old dude from the UK. I’m not very good at doing these bio things but I guess I’ll give you a bit of a summary (:
I’m interested in quite a few things, big fan of all sorts of music, have a record player and a small collection of vinyl. Like playing games but definitely don’t play as much as I used to, mainly esports kind of things as well as stuff of my Nintendo switch (: I’m a big fan of deep reflective conversations, comedy and a a bit of a book worm!
Currently reading Brandon Sanderson’s cosmere as well as Mathew Walker’s “why we sleep.”
I also work in healthcare, and have a tonne of crazy stories, if that’s something you’re interested in haha!
I’ll be honest I’m just looking for some friends! I love getting to know people and I guess as I’ve gotten older making friends is harder!
If you’ve read this far you may as well hit me up and let’s chit chat.

I’m female and about 2 mounts ago I turned 18. I was so excited to finally be an adult have more freedom as I can now get a car and am attending college in a few months. For context, I’m not from the US and the legal age to drive and buy a vape is 18. Anyways, about 3 days ago my mom found a vape packet on the floor. After chatting with me, she acted as if I was doing hard drugs yelling at me and asking me what other drugs I do. After explaining to her one, I’m legal age, two, I’m not doing hard drugs, she asked our maid to look in my room for needles and pills… I was shocked to say the least. I’ve only used a vape for less than a month and wasn’t at a point of addiction. My mom questioned me and I answered everything honestly even giving her extra information. She took away everything from me. My phone, iPad, laptop, and went through it all asking for all my passwords when she hasn’t done this in a year and was starting to be more chill (I’m using my sisters phone to post this), she spoke to my sister about not getting me a car. Now I know what you’re thinking, this girl is spoilt but these stuff aren’t what I’m worried about. You see, my sister (twin) was meant to go to a prestigious college in the US or either stay at a college only a couple hours away from our home city (which is where I’m going). My mom said if she decides to stay at the college nearby she would stay with me and look out for me. But if she decides to go to the US, my mom would throw all my dreams in the trash and make me go to a community college a couple minutes away from our house. I mean I could cry as I’m writing this. By the age of 18 people are growing up, exploring the world, and being free while I’m stuck at home getting watched 24/7. Imagine being 18 and you’re mom still goes through every message, every photo, every google search. She is invading my friends privacy as well and is making assumptions about them based on what she reads in the 24hour Snapchat messages. The thought of being 25 and this still happening scares me. I thought I’m supposed to learn from my mistakes. How will I learn if I can’t experience things? She won’t even let me go out with my friends anymore. Yesterday I had an eye appointment and my mom told my sister not to leave my side. Im lost and don’t know what to do. I feel like I’ve not only ruined my life but my sisters. I feel so guilty as there’s so much pressure on whether she should leave or stay. Any opinions? Advice?

I'm sorry if this is a simple question, but it's been driving me crazy trying to find an answer for the past couple hours.
I have a PowerShell script I want to run when windows (10) starts up, so I tried doing it in regular PowerShell manually, and it works. I then save it as a .ps1 file, and try to run it from there. I have set to open with PowerShell, but all that happens is PowerShell opens for a split second, no text, and closes itself. Nothing else happens, the script doesn't run. If I try to navigate and execute the script through PowerShell that works fine, but that's not what I'm trying to do.
Also - side note that will probably fix itself later, but I need to have the script run as administrator. I created a shortcut to the script and put it in the windows startup folder, but the "run as administrator" option in properties is disabled?

Hey hey!
I’m pretty much reposting from a few weeks ago, I met some incredible people and would be honoured to meet more!
I’m a 28 year old dude from the UK. I’m not very good at doing these bio things but I guess I’ll give you a bit of a summary (:
I’m interested in quite a few things, big fan of all sorts of music, have a record player and a small collection of vinyl. Like playing games but definitely don’t play as much as I used to, mainly esports kind of things as well as stuff of my Nintendo switch (: I’m a big fan of deep reflective conversations, comedy and a a bit of a book worm!
Currently reading Brandon Sanderson’s cosmere as well as Mathew Walker’s “why we sleep.”
I also work in healthcare, and have a tonne of crazy stories, if that’s something you’re interested in haha!
I’ll be honest I’m just looking for some friends! I love getting to know people and I guess as I’ve gotten older making friends is harder!
If you’ve read this far you may as well hit me up and let’s chit chat.

Hey hey!
I’m pretty much reposting from a few weeks ago, I met some incredible people and would be honoured to meet more!
I’m a 28 year old dude from the UK. I’m not very good at doing these bio things but I guess I’ll give you a bit of a summary (:
I’m interested in quite a few things, big fan of all sorts of music, have a record player and a small collection of vinyl. Like playing games but definitely don’t play as much as I used to, mainly esports kind of things as well as stuff of my Nintendo switch (: I’m a big fan of deep reflective conversations, comedy and a a bit of a book worm!
Currently reading Brandon Sanderson’s cosmere as well as Mathew Walker’s “why we sleep.”
I also work in healthcare, and have a tonne of crazy stories, if that’s something you’re interested in haha!
I’ll be honest I’m just looking for some friends! I love getting to know people and I guess as I’ve gotten older making friends is harder!
If you’ve read this far you may as well hit me up and let’s chit chat.

Hey guys, so my friend and I were really good friends up until one point like a couple months ago, when we were talking about some shit while he was in hawaii and i accidentally assumed the worst of him i think. And he is pretty sensitive to this kind of stuff and i guess i didn’t take it seriously, and there were a few instances where i assumed the worst of him because of past shit and that’s my bad.
Then like a month ago he asked me not to do something with some other people and I still did, not really processing what he said in my head and he got in trouble because of that with his mom. He then said he was dropping me but then i said i’m really sorry for what i did and said i’m gonna be better so he forgave me and gave me a chance.
Then this time literally 2 days ago, He was setting me up with a girl and he goes to a different school than I do and this girl told him that she not feeling me, so he went off on me slightly like saying i fumbled n shit and that im dumb asf, but then i told him that ion even got feelings for her like that and he called me corny so then i was simply saying shit back like bro i didn’t even want her anyways and i didn’t want your help with that anyways and then he made me seem like I was guilty of it by saying something like “bro i was just kidding with my comments but this just shows that your a dickhead and fuck you” so then i was like whatever and stopped responding and then he replied back fuck you bitch, and i’m like what did i do anyways, so then i’m just like i’m not being a dick bro i’m simply defending myself for what i think is right, and he’s like well you read the situation wrong and shit and kept going at me to the point where im like bro whatever i’m sorry i don’t want it to go on any longer.
He left me alone for a while until i texted my cousin the situation and my cousin sent screenshots of chat to him because he asked my cousin what i said to him. I told my cousin that he’s depressed and anitsocial bc that’s what he told me. And then he went off on me like crazy like i really don’t know what to do he blocked me and i don’t know what’s gonna happen are we ever gonna be good again? I’m giving him space right now, but i hope we’ll be good tbh.

My boyfriend and I have been on and off again for months. He his bipolar disorder and it makes things really challenging and makes me feel like I’m crazy a lot. Recently, he has been depressed and has gotten really quiet and distant. He won’t even respond to my texts for hours or sometimes at all. I’ve gotten very upset quit a few times because I feel alone and it doesn’t feel like he cares anymore. There’s been several nights when I’ve cried myself to sleep over it and if I’m crying he doesn’t want to be near me and just goes in the other room and won’t speak to me because he “can’t handle” my emotions. But then this just feeds back into me feeling like he doesn’t care and doesn’t love me anymore. The last time we fought he told me he was on a new medication and he was trying to communicate more. He also asked me how he can show me he loves me and I mentioned doing little things like holding me when I cry and cuddling and at least responding to me even if he doesn’t have anything to say on his own. Since then he has at least responded to my texts but he’s still quiet and distant. This morning I tried getting him to sit by me while watching tv and he wouldn’t. I lost it. I feel so lost. I’ve tried so hard to be understanding about his mental health but it feels like I don’t get the same in return and then I know I overreacted but I also can’t stop feeling hurt and worthless for being ignored so much. Does anyone have any advice?

This incident happened in august of 2022.
I'm currently 20(F) with autism and I live with relatives on my moms side as of now. I previously lived with my dad and stepfamily before going to college and then suddenly dropping out due to mental health issues. Before I went to college however, I was living with my dad but I had a summer job. I was 19 at the time. This job paid for a bunch of clothes and food that I wanted and I was happy with it. I did dress on the skimpy side with goth and emo elements (roast me in the comments all you like). Nobody ever said a thing about it, no one seemed to have a problem with it. I may be living with family but I'm also an adult using my own money.
Now, I have 3 siblings in that house. At the time they were aged: My bio brother (18), older stepbrother (17) and the youngest stepbrother (15). I've known the 2 brothers since I was 13 when my dad first started dating their mom.
I never got along with the two, with the oldest always calling me a bitch and making fun of me. The youngest always kept his distance. My bio brother and i were sometimes close but somewhat distant if that makes sense, but he had my back if they tried to do anything to me.
Here's where the story starts: I came home from work one day and after dinner I wanted to wear a cute 2 piece set of strawberry pajamas that I had got off Amazon. I went to look for them and they weren't there. I looked all over the house. Not in the laundry room, not in any other room. I thought maybe I left them at a friend's house? I brushed it off the first day and would look for them tomorrow. The next day I was looking for some other clothes, (I have alot of crop tops and skirts and this was summer and those were alot comfier to wear in the heat). And I noticed they were missing too. Not just dome crop tops, but skirts too. And so I desperately searched all over the house and I became slightly frantic and angry. I checked EVERYWHERE. All rooms of the house that weren't bedrooms. Nothing. So I asked my bio brother if any of his friends had gone into my room and I told him about the missing clothes. He said no, and I believed him, ad I had met his friends before and they weren't sketchy or weird. I then thought maybe the older stepsibling had taken them and mailed them to his gf who lived in another state. I was so confused as to why my clothes were disappearing. I finally knocked on my younger stepsiblings door and asked him. He started acting very suspicious, his eyes got wide. He was like "nope sorry". And the weird part was, he changed the subject really fast and i didnt realize until months later that he was trying to flirt with me, asking if I wanted to play video games and hang out more often. I thought he was just being friendly and wanted a better sibling relationship with me. But being as im autistic I dont pick up on things easily. So i brushed it off and i didnt think he was a culprit at all. It seemed very unlikely at the time. But now I know there were signs. Not getting any answers, I went to sleep angry that night.
On the third day I was meant to start work in the afternoon, so the first half of the day was spent searching for my clothes. I texted friends, current bf, anyone. I then went to my dad and said "half my clothes are missing and I don't know where they're going to. I know I'm not losing them because I've torn my room apart trying to look in any place they may be. He said "there's no way someone is taking your clothes, you're just losing them." OK I believed him but after going through everything again, I went back to my dad and said "look, you need to check the other boys rooms cuz I'm not crazy, someone is taking my clothes!" He yelled at me and gaslit me some more telling me that basically I'm crazy. He then took my youngest stepsibling to sports practice. Soon after I left I went to my bio brother and asked if he's seen anything at all.
That's when he got really stressed out and hit his fist against the wall. He sighed and said "come with me." He took me into the youngest stepsiblings room and pulled the blanket off the part that separates the bed from the wall.
I've never felt so sick to my stomach. I have a phobia of vomit but in that moment I wanted to throw up so bad. There behind the bed was most of my skirts, crop tops, HALF MY UNDERWEAR, almost all of my bras and a swimsuit that I loved so much yet never got to wear because it was ruined. He explained that the night prior he had come home from his own summer job to find my youngest stepsibling running out of my room butt naked with a pair of my underwear. It disturbed my brother so bad he had to sit and think whether it really happened and had went to look when he was gone and found the clothes. He said he was sorry for not telling me sooner, I am in no way angry at my brother, I'd be pretty in shock myself if I had to find that.
So I immediately called my dad and told him what I found. I started ranting to some of my closest friends over the phone to get it off my chest.
When my dad came home, I was so upset and crying, and I was getting angry. My dad told me he and the kids mom would talk to him. The next day I wanted to talk to my dad about what happened. He told me "don't worry he wasn't wearing your clothes." Which meant something far worse was done with them and it didn't help. I couldn't day out loud that I could tell he wasn't using them to wear but I felt sick trying to say anything. I wanted to talk to my dad alone but my stepmom (a real bitch in her 40s) said "you can say it in front of me" which I didn't want to because she's always hated me. I got mad and my dad told me "you can just wash them and wear it again."
Now anyone whose had some kind of trauma involving certain clothing in certain incidents will know that, that's not how it works and its not easy to get over. Which is what my dad was telling me, to get over it. And he refused to help me purchase new clothes or pay me back for all the things I had lost. He then told me the most heartbreaking thing I never thought he'd say. "This wouldn't have happened if you weren't dressed like that constantly." I teared up and walked back upstairs.
For the next 3 days I slept on the floor of the room my dad used as a workshop next to my room. Because my stepbrother was caught coming OUT of my room naked, who knows what all he did. I could not stop crying for all those days.
My bio brother saw how distraught I was and he got his friends together to take me to the mall to get what little I could purchase. I was so beaten down by the situation I stopped going into work so I couldn't afford to get new clothes. I'm grateful my brother and I have a good relationship. And now if there's anything he needs help with, I'll be there for him. My dad told me to either wash the clothes or throw them away. I would have lit them on fire if I could but I chose to throw them out. But even with gloves on, every time I went to touch them I would break down crying. My brother offered to help and he threw them away for me, I can't stop saying how grateful I am for him. I wasn't sure if my stepbrother had used anything that I had in my drawers at the time, so I took everything out of my drawers and washed them. I scrubbed the entirety of my room with bleach products. My bed sheets were all washed as well.
For a while after that nothing happened. I didn't feel comfortable wearing what I wanted anymore until I moved out for college.
My dad and I don't talk anymore, and I've somewhat gotten over the incident. But I get enraged when I talk about it, even now I'm sweating and seething.
But the thing that really bothers me about the whole thing is when my stepbrother was trying to flirt with me, he said he wanted us to play minecraft in the same room upstairs. And it may be just my imagination running wild but I dread thinking about what would have happened had I accepted to play video games with him if I hadn't found my clothes yet.
TL:DR; I found out my youngest stepbrother using my clothes to get his rocks off and my dad told me I shouldn't dress in skimpy clothing if I didn't want that to happen.
Also, I'm not sure if this was a form of SA or not but I wanted to get the police involved but I feared that getting the cops called would ruin my chances of going to college since my dad was paying for it. If it is or isn't, please let me know. Also if there's any questions, I'd be glad to answer. I just want to get this off my chest.

Hiiii whats up everybody?? Day's pretty good and happy weekend y'all!! How did you spend your Saturday??
Btw, I'm here looking for friendship and I hope somebody's down for it? Somebody whom I can talk about how my day went and maybe share crazy experiences and hobbies lol
I'm kinda into everything tbh I love the outside just hanging out and I also love spending my time in front of my screen or binge watch Netflix lol Actually I just finished watching 500 Days of Summer (which was recommended to me) and that was good lol I didn't expect the ending lol now I'm trying to see if there's anything horror that I can watch haha anything you can recommend?? I'm never a fan of lame horror movies tbh or if not horror, you can also gimme a good anime that will make me not want to stand up until I finish it haha
Well don't be shy and slide in my DMs :) It's relaxing to have somebody to chat with Netflix as a background noise lmao!

Hey guys I haven’t posted in a little bit but let me just tell y’all my story. I got DPDR 3 years ago after doing acid. I couldn’t feel I couldn’t connect. I had absolutely nothing to say to anyone or no thoughts at all no feelings. It was like everything was 2D not 3rd and Problems with my eyes and head pressure. My first time lasted from July 2020 to around July 2021. I got back to normal and so I started college. Then one day I woke up in November of 2021 and was back to where I was before except worse. Had to drop out of school and everything. From then until about like a month or so ago I’ve been dealing with the DPDR disconnection n everything. Anyways a couple weeks ago I smoked some weed and have been a daily user ever since and I also started taking lamotrigine. Anyways I’m pretty much completely normal now. It’s crazy I love going to work talking with everyone. I’ve been hanging out with my friends and active on my social media’s. I’m planning on moving out from my parents house and everything. Anyways I would also like to say I got diagnosed with bipolar last summer and was on lithium and it wasn’t doing shit. I just stopped taking it about a month ago and switched to lamotrigine. So idk if my DPDR was me being in a depressive episode or what but yeah. I had a manic episode last summer where I woke up one day back to normal from the DPDR except It was like I was high on meth or something. Stayed up for days n ended up with psychosis. Anyways that’s when they said I was bipolar bc it came out of nowhere. Then I started lithium and was back to my dpdr state up until now. I’ve gotten an mri done and did 12 sessions of ect. Tried a lot of meds and tried therapy.

I’m female and about 2 mounts ago I turned 18. I was so excited to finally be an adult have more freedom as I can now get a car and am attending college in a few months. For context, I’m not from the US and the legal age to drive and buy a vape is 18. Anyways, about 3 days ago my mom found a vape packet on the floor. After chatting with me, she acted as if I was doing hard drugs yelling at me and asking me what other drugs I do. After explaining to her one, I’m legal age, two, I’m not doing hard drugs, she asked our maid to look in my room for needles and pills… I was shocked to say the least. I’ve only used a vape for less than a month and wasn’t at a point of addiction. My mom questioned me and I answered everything honestly even giving her extra information. She took away everything from me. My phone, iPad, laptop, and went through it all asking for all my passwords when she hasn’t done this in a year and was starting to be more chill (I’m using my sisters phone to post this), she spoke to my sister about not getting me a car. Now I know what you’re thinking, this girl is spoilt but these stuff aren’t what I’m worried about. You see, my sister (twin) was meant to go to a prestigious college in the US or either stay at a college only a couple hours away from our home city (which is where I’m going). My mom said if she decides to stay at the college nearby she would stay with me and look out for me. But if she decides to go to the US, my mom would throw all my dreams in the trash and make me go to a community college a couple minutes away from our house. I mean I could cry as I’m writing this. By the age of 18 people are growing up, exploring the world, and being free while I’m stuck at home getting watched 24/7. Imagine being 18 and you’re mom still goes through every message, every photo, every google search. She is invading my friends privacy as well and is making assumptions about them based on what she reads in the 24hour Snapchat messages. The thought of being 25 and this still happening scares me. I thought I’m supposed to learn from my mistakes. How will I learn if I can’t experience things? She won’t even let me go out with my friends anymore. Yesterday I had an eye appointment and my mom told my sister not to leave my side. Im lost and don’t know what to do. I feel like I’ve not only ruined my life but my sisters. I feel so guilty as there’s so much pressure on whether she should leave or stay. Any opinions? Advice?

Pretty crazy Youtube hit me with a strike, no warning when I hopped on this morning. It was for Harrasment and bullying but there is nowhere I could find what the actual comment was, or if it was multiple.. (YT has the worst support I've ever seen making Microsoft look like Gods)
My channel (is) 14 years old I only use it for playlists probably 30k+ songs total in multiple lists. Occasional comments sporatically over those years. I made videos long ago, all privated years ago.
Is YT actually just run by bots at this point or? You can watch literal porn (also in ads), CP in comments still, actual murder and death, genuine hate speech, possible harmful conspiracies, pushing trans adgenda to children. There are also literally multiple videos on how to kill yourself fastest/best ways.
I could probably name more things that certainly fall under there "strick" guidelines. I genuinly don't care about that, just trying to point out some hypocrisy. (except the trans and CP stuff. this shit is super weird, down bad and why I think the death penalty should exist) I think I am a very reasonable person we all have our hot takes and opinions. I may be crazy but I believe in freedom of speech!?
Sorry for the rant but it is incredible how far YT has fallen, A place I have came and gone from for all my adolescence into early mid 20s. I don't even care to have the strike gone, I just want an actual image of the exact thing or things that were against TOS. I've currently tweeted them, (heard this was the best bet) left feedback and tried there awful support page.
I'm just pissed off you can watch children bathing, weirdos teaching little boys how to "tuck" and many other deplorable things I strongly believe should not exist on YT yet alone the internet... Can't wait for the copy paste robot below me to advise me to visit the support page, actual joke.

I’m female and about 2 mounts ago I turned 18. I was so excited to finally be an adult have more freedom as I can now get a car and am attending college in a few months. For context, I’m not from the US and the legal age to drive and buy a vape is 18. Anyways, about 3 days ago my mom found a vape packet on the floor. After chatting with me, she acted as if I was doing hard drugs yelling at me and asking me what other drugs I do. After explaining to her one, I’m legal age, two, I’m not doing hard drugs, she asked our maid to look in my room for needles and pills… I was shocked to say the least. I’ve only used a vape for less than a month and wasn’t at a point of addiction. My mom questioned me and I answered everything honestly even giving her extra information. She took away everything from me. My phone, iPad, laptop, and went through it all asking for all my passwords when she hasn’t done this in a year and was starting to be more chill (I’m using my sisters phone to post this), she spoke to my sister about not getting me a car. Now I know what you’re thinking, this girl is spoilt but these stuff aren’t what I’m worried about.
You see, my sister (twin) was meant to go to a prestigious college in the US or either stay at a college only a couple hours away from our home city (which is where I’m going). My mom said if she decides to stay at the college nearby she would stay with me and look out for me. But if she decides to go to the US, my mom would throw all my dreams in the trash and make me go to a community college a couple minutes away from our house. I mean I could cry as I’m writing this. By the age of 18 people are growing up, exploring the world, and being free while I’m stuck at home getting watched 24/7. Imagine being 18 and you’re mom still goes through every message, every photo, every google search. She is invading my friends privacy as well and is making assumptions about them based on what she reads in the 24hour Snapchat messages. The thought of being 25 and this still happening scares me. I thought I’m supposed to learn from my mistakes. How will I learn if I can’t experience things? She won’t even let me go out with my friends anymore. Yesterday I had an eye appointment and my mom told my sister not to leave my side. Im lost and don’t know what to do. I feel like I’ve not only ruined my life but my sisters. I feel so guilty as there’s so much pressure on whether she should leave or stay. Any opinions? Advice?

Species: Cat
Age: approximately 6 (rescue)
Sex/Neuter status: Female, spayed
Breed: Maine Coon mix (based on vet's guess)
Body Weight: 12lbs
History: Only was ill once in 2021 with a light respiratory cold, fixed by the vet and is up to date on shots
Clinical signs: Fleas galore! poor itchy girl :(
Duration: about 2 weeks, one week since I applied topical treatment
General Location: Oklahoma, US
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This might be a silly question, but i had to ask. For some background info, I have a cat who I've only used topical treatments but it's been hit or miss and she really hates it. I want to use oral medication but unfortunately i grew up with a parent who was very against modern medicine and once told me that my aunts dog passed away because she used oral flea meds, but i don't think that's true. I'm an adult now and even though I've tried looking into the safety of oral flea meds it can be hard to differentiate real evidence from promotional advertising. I would of course use the one meant for cats and follow dosing instructions, but i just can't get my moms voice out of my head and it makes me hesitant to use it for my cat. TLDR: My mom made me scared of over the counter oral flea meds and I've looked into it but am still hesitant because of anxiety. Is it truly safe if i follow the proper instructions? Is it safer to get oral meds prescribed by a vet? Should I just stick to topical and switch it out if it doesn't work? Any help would be greatly appreciated, thank you for all yall do veterinary folks!

I want to preface this by saying I like Head, and I know what it’s like to be a parent while going through a recovery situation. It’s very difficult. Also, his testimony for Christ has been really helpful to me so I’ve had respect for him in that regard. I’ve watched the doc a few times and liked it at first, then just couldn’t get past what I was actually seeing go down. These opinions are based on my own upbringing and the challenges I have with parenting because of it. Not any sense of superiority.
First, he put two babies in a girl to lock her down when he was gone. Period. Seen it before. She dodged the first one then he did it again. That behavior is a product of the insecurity he’s very open about struggling with. Rebekah was as damaged as he was, and yes she should have taken responsibility for herself. Regardless, I don’t think he’s being super honest about what was going on there. Again, I get it. Shame is crippling and we dodge it at all costs.
He didn’t leave Korn and give Jennea a stable life. He left Korn and dragged her all over the world while he persued his chosen love relationship, Jesus, and his solo career. She was his road dog only because she had no choice. When she got older and finally had enough and started showing that, he put her in a boarding school. It was the best decision for her and luckily it worked out. I’m glad he finally realized how in over his head he was, no pun intended.
Yes, he could have ditched her all together and he didn’t. He just had no clue how to care for another person. He’s a kid too. That goes for A LOT of us, certainly for any adult child of alcoholics. Like I said, I like the guy and I just think he’s very misguided. Which makes sense, because he had no guidance. Even now he’s fallen in with highly questionable dude bros for Jesus, who are running every old faith healing scam in the book. I don’t think he’s in on it at all, but he’s letting them do it to fans. I’m in no way the faith police, but I know what I know about people. It really bums me out.
That said, Jennea survived his “parenting” by the skin of both of their teeth. I definitely think he knows that. In an interview on YouTube he talks about her needing to be away from his toxicity and seems uncomfortable with any praise they try to give him. I feel for him, sincerely. The boarding school, Awakening Youth, and Jennea herself are the heroes in this story. I wish the doc had just been about Jennea and the school.
I’m sure I’ll get a lot of pushback and downvotes. That’s fine. If this wasn’t all documented for the public in books and a movie I would say it’s his private life and leave it alone. He’s made it extremely public though so 🤷🏼‍♀️ and all of this is not for nothing other than getting it off my chest.