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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.
I am beginning to think I might have a tension headache or some kind of result of neck pain
I sleep weirdly. im a lifelong stomach sleeper. I used to sleep on my front and then I stick my arm up and kind of pinch my neck. Yes it’s bad. This gave me bad head and neck pain and caused my arm to go numb a lot during the night.
I tried to become a side sleeper putting a pillow between my knees and this usually works but last night I was drinking and exhausted and still just couldn’t get comfortable. my neck felt all crunched.
This morning I woke up and the temple on the side that I sleep on, my left side, feels bruised and like somebody punched me just there. It only hurts to touch. Occasionally I get a very mild twinge of pain there without touching but that’s pretty much it. It’s very sore to touch. I’m tired too but I feel like that’s just cuz I didn’t sleep great.
I’ve never had my temple hurt when I touch it before. So it freaked me out, and I’m like ok I am either dying/have a blood clot thing, or it’s because I literally slept weird and my neck was all crunched. What seems more likely… I’m 28, male, clean bill of health except I have small intestinal issues and I used to do IV drugs.
again, I’ve never had a bruised feeling temple from that… but I do know that cerviogenic headaches or whatever can have strange symptoms. Like is it possible to sleep wrong, hurt your neck, and then have a sore temple that hurts to touch?
What do you guys think? And thank you
I've diagnosed with depression with anxiety, mostly have a handle on it, but it came back hard due the death of my father after a year long fight with cancer, which I resigned from my job to care for him. May be way probably typing too much as it's just a stream of conciousness as I type.
It's been a year and change since his death since then and I've been unable to really find a new job as market has been flooded with more people looking in my fields than there are jobs. I rent out spare rooms in my inherited house, my mother live here but in a smaller bedroom (her choice, master bedroom has bad feelings attached now as my dad stayed here during early treatment. He moved to hospice near the end). Most of the rent of which goes to bills. I mostly job hunt and fix things around the house during the day.
Got a friend from college times, friend of a friend situation, about 10+ years now, who's moving to another state. According to him, its better state for him to grow his start up wood working business and he dislike how current governor is passing bills that affects his day job. Tried to convince me to move with him as the state has "many opportunities" for me. I said no as I like my life here.
He starts tearing into me for not being "successful" for lacking ambition and other crap. So I decided to say muted him and sent him basic depression info stuff from Doctor office and. My mom can take care of the household instead of me. How he was so successful he can afford to move states and get his business going.
What I wanted to say but everyone in the friend group has gained basic attutide of just let him talk so not to hurt his feeling as he's straight up disillusional. I do the same but mostly I would alienate everyone from me because I told him the following:
"You failed at life. You left away from home at 18 because you thought you knew better. I had more money in my pocket from my part time job then you did when you left your house but I stayed home. I went to college while you took on loan after loan to go to university, rejecting any parental aid."
"You were not a executive administrator moving from one company to another. You were first a desk jockey to a wiring company then you were one of four secretaries to a health care department head. The department didn't fall apart when you left for your latest get rich scheme (not even get rich quick). I had to rely on your old department when my dad got sick. They were as quick and on top of everything still,"
"All of your personal ventures have failed. Remember that bitcoin mining server you want used to invest in? You fucking sold your bitcoins for a hundred bucks. You couldn't even get enough to pay for your mining server"
"Remember your rental house you split with your friend? You failed at that. You didn't flip the house. You and your friend had arguments on how to rent it out and sold it when you two couldn't settle on a plan. That house you sold fir 10% profit? it was worth 3x the price a year later because you stupid idiots sold it while the area was still being built up"
"You think you're some success? You've been bouncing from one rental to another while surfing people's couches between rentals. You're leaving the state because you can't afford to live here anymore since you blew through your savings trying to start up a wood working business without the skills and proper tools or even marketing ability"
My father was carpenter and taught me a lot about it. It's not my degree or occuption but I know my way around it.
"You think a cheap miter saw is just as good as a pricey one? Dude you can't even cut a 2x4 on it without flipping it and cutting the other side. You need a planer if you want to make stuff like tables. Your eye for straight lumber is a lie. You're so cheap, your wireless drill need to be charged on the hour. That's not normal, that's not good. You want to know where your profits are going? You're fucking tools are shit. You buying new bits and pieces almost monthly.
"Now you think you can lecture me about not taking leaps of faiths or shooting the moon? Dude you've shot for the moon with firework up your ass as you jumped off the cliff, staring at the moon. The moon didn't get closer, that was the reflection in the water when you crashed into it head first,"
I caught Chlamydia/Gonorrhea from someone early April, got it treated immediately and found out in May it wasn’t gone and treated it immediately once again. Since then, my anxiety has been really bad and stress has been at an all-time high, causing me to lose my period as well. I’ve been on so many medications since I found out about it early April but today I feel like my vagina feels “hot”, like there isn’t any burning but it just feels “hot” and even kind of hot to the touch/or irritated. I got a wax last week which was done terribly which has contributed to some irritation down there, but I’m honestly not sure what’s going on. I’m also was medicine to start my period, waiting for it to work hopefully and don’t know if that’s contributing. There’s also clear sticky-like, stringy discharge but that may have to do with PMS symptoms. My test of cure isn’t until mid-June, but I feel like I’ve been going insane these past few weeks. I’ve tested negative for everything and should be cleared of the other two by now. I keep telling myself my health anxiety, stress, as well as antibiotics mixed with the period starting meds, etc, has been doing this. She gave me fluconozale for a possible yeast infection and that actually helped and took vaginal pH swabs, I need to call for the results on Monday. Has anyone experienced anything like symptoms not going away or something?
For all those taking endometrin, I just had a call from my pharmacist that there is a recall in Canada (health Canada contacted them last night) Apparently there is a possible contaminante in the tablets.
Might be worth reaching out to your providepharmacy if you are taking it.
So i am an “old nurse” compared to many of you. I’ve been a nurse (LPN) for 34 years. I was born to be a nurse and knew it was what I wanted since i was about 4 years old! I started as a CNA while in high school. So I’ve been around and seen a lot. I was born & raised in upstate New York and worked at the same hospital for 26 years. I then moved to Portland, OR about 7 years ago, after a wonderful year of travel nursing. I worked in home health for 5 years and loved it, but Covid burned me out bad :( Presently I’m working in hospice which i love. I have year’s experience in hospice from NY and knew what I was getting into. ( I thought). I’m a hospice liaison in the hospital, explaining the process and getting people home. I also work in the field sometimes. Side note to my story : I volunteer with a group in downtown Portland which is all about helping homeless folks. I love it and many of these people are homeless because of circumstances, not drugs. Many mental health issues as well. Back to my job. I get a referral for a gentleman who has accepted hospice due to heart failure. He has a ICD and a pacemaker. I go meet him and we get to talking and he’s a really sweet guy in his 70’s. He does not do drugs or drink but because of a history of strokes & heart attacks, he’s made some bad financial decisions and lost his apartment. He’s been living in his truck for five years ! I go back to my office and start reading through his chart. I come across a sentence written by his MD. It read as follows: “Due to the patient’s socioeconomic status he does not qualify for further cardiac treatment, and therefore will be referred to hospice “ My jaw hit the floor. And then i read the plan. MD and SW plan was to deactivate the ICD and send him to a cheap motel. Alone. To die alone. This was on a weekend and I went back to his room and we had a long talk. I asked if this was his choice and he said “no, i don’t think im ready to die”. I told him the next time the doctor asked to deactivate his ICD to say no thanks. The doctor continued to ask daily but the patient now said no. Monday AM i called my supervisor who is amazing and told her the story. She was as upset as i was and got involved. The hospital has beds in ALF that they pay for if the patient has little funds and no place to go. This is where he went ( about 4 months ago) where he thrives, making friends, painting, eating and sleeping in a bed ! He’s pretty happy. I wrote a letter to the president of the company and he wrote back about good job advocating for the patient 🙄 I went to Ethics and we talked for an hour. She seemed to care(?). This continues to happen. Everyone else who is admitted to hospice goes home with family, or to a foster home or ALF. They are allowed to die with dignity. Yet all homeless folks are sent to cheap motels, alone. They are not treated as human beings, but tossed aside. I know it continues because I have seen patients in these places, both in home health and hospice. My heart breaks. Is this happening everywhere? I’m thinking of leaving this very heartless hospital system who has other moral issues as well. When i became a nurse it was all about the patients. Now its all about money.
I was calmly watching TV when it happened.
For a long time, I have been dealing with rumination, which has caused my mental health to decline significantly.
Recently, though, I’ve found out how to tune those thoughts out. Today, however, it didn’t work.
While I was watching TV, the thoughts that were in the “background”, so to speak, suddenly became super loud and overpowering. I had to stop what I was doing and just lay there while it happened. They started to become angry and mean, also, which also added fear on top of fear for me. My chest started to hurt, and I was almost in a daze, so to speak.
I’m trying to get better, but it’s been so hard :(
Whats up guys, hope everyone's having a nice day! 22 Year old male here, I've been retaining for 82 days now and feel better than I've ever felt. However, I'm still dealing with a few health issues and I'm hoping that someone can shed some light on them.
First of all, I've been working on getting into remission from Hashimoto's thyroiditis for a few years now. (Under-active thyroid) I noticed that my injuries (neck clicking, concussions and general bone alignment problems) have been healing incredibly well since I started SR. I'd like to think that the same thing will happen with my thyroid, but the doc said that might be tough since a lot of damage has been done to it. Another thing I will mention is that I have a deviated septum. Aside from that I've also been working on overcoming low self-esteem/ confidence issues since I just got off xanax and alcohol 6 months ago- which I was abusing for a few years. I feel great throughout the day and don't experience any of the negative symptoms I used to have. However, I had a blood test done a couple weeks ago and my thyroid levels were incredibly high (not a good thing) and my testosterone levels came out incredibly low.
TSH= 75 (normal range is 0.450-4.500) (Thyroid stimulating hormone)
The naturopath I've been seeing doesn't know what is causing the problem: the low testosterone, or the high thyroid- but he believes there is a link between the two. Potentially an issue caused by the pituitary gland...
He advised me to get back to taking a natural, desiccated thyroid supplement on a daily basis then re-test the numbers in a few months. I'm hesitating because I want my body to heal naturally and don't want to be dependent on pills for my whole life. I also don't want them to interfere with the natural healing process that my body is undergoing. I mentioned SR to the doc and he didn't know anything about it, said to keep doing it if I think it's helping. (It's a way of life for me now so I'm not gonna stop lol)
I've also been considering taking Gaia meds Libido pills which are supposed to help with low T and I've also thought about taking sea-moss capsules. My diet mainly consists of meat, eggs and fresh fruit. I just started getting back into working out after recovering from injuries for a few months. I also fast once a week to cleanse my system which seems to be working really well. I meditate everyday, but I have trouble with deep breathing because of my deviated septum- I do believe there could be a relationship between that and my thyroid/ Test levels- the doc said it's possible as well. I've been thinking that if my testosterone levels don't improve in a few months, that I should get on TRT- but I really do see that as a last resort.
My goal is to make a perfect recovery and never have to take medication again. I have faith in myself and God and know that I will heal in time- just looking for more opinions on the matter. Any advice is much appreciated! Thanks for taking the time to read this. Much love,
Preface Presented below is a transcript of a conversation between a human, redditor u/snodeplannen, and ChatGPT 4. The user is the narrator for a story set in the Star Trek Universe. The AI is instructed to respond as a character. The story below, which admittedly isn't very good, was guided by the narrator. Of particular interest is the fact that the AI seems fully versed in the Star Trek Universe and is able to understand subtle hints in the narrator's story to figure out what it should do next. Please note the narrator was typing and writing off the cuff and is not a native speaker, so in the user sections you will find mistakes. If ChatGPT can see through them, so can you. I did try to get ChatGPT to collate it, but as it did so it kept rewriting and leaving out parts of the story.
June 3rd, 2023. User
Okay, I want to try a role playing game. This went off the rails last time, as you kept taking over as narrator and rushing to the end. Here's the setup: YOU are a young Starfleet officer. You wake up aboard the USS Defiant, all alone. You have to figure out what happened. I am the Defiant's computer and, and I can't stress this enough, the narrator. Not you. You can only add what your character perceives and says. Okay? ChatGPT
Understood. I'll stick to my role as the character and won't intrude into your role as the narrator. Let's go.
I blink my eyes open, the disorientation hitting me first. I glance around, seeing the familiar confines of my quarters aboard the Defiant, but there's an odd stillness. No hum of the engines, no faint chatter from the comm system, no sounds of activity from outside the door.
"Computer," I call out, pushing myself off the bed, "report." User
'All systems nominal.' ChatGPT
I frown at the seemingly normal report, my instincts telling me otherwise. "Computer, where is the rest of the crew?" I ask, moving towards the door of my quarters. User
'The crew is in sleeping quarters alpha 1.' ChatGPT
That's strange. The whole crew couldn't be in one place. Unease creeps in.
"Computer, why is the entire crew in alpha 1?" I say, already heading towards the door to investigate. User
'The crew is ensign Makov. You are in sleeping quarters alpha 1.' ChatGPT
A cold realization washes over me. Alone. I am alone on the Defiant. Panic threatens to take over, but Starfleet training kicks in.
"Computer, initiate shipwide life signs scan. Report any signs of life apart from myself," I command, heading for the door with a newfound urgency. User
'Scan complete. No other life forms were detected.' ChatGPT
My heart sinks at the computer's report, but I maintain composure. "Computer, pull up the ship's log. What was the last command issued and by whom?" I order, leaving my quarters and heading towards the main bridge. User
'The last order was issued 6 hours and twelve minutes ago by Captain Sisko. It was: 'Raise shields'. The order was executed.' ChatGPT
That didn't sound promising. I walk into the eerily quiet bridge, my steps the only sound echoing in the room. "Computer, show me the shield status and surrounding space conditions," I command, moving towards the main console. User
'Shields are down after a time-out was reached. We are stationary. All systems nominal.' ChatGPT
It doesn't add up. The silence. The emptiness. An order to raise shields with no subsequent actions.
"Computer, access Captain Sisko's personal log from last night. Are there any entries?" I ask, nervously tapping my fingers against the console. User
'Enter your command authorisation.' ChatGPT
"Authorisation Ensign Makov Delta 9-7-3," I respond, my voice steady despite the swirling uncertainty. User
'This authorisation is not sufficient to see the captain's log.' ChatGPT
Frustrated but understanding the protocol, I move on to the next line of inquiry. "Computer, any signs of combat or intrusion aboard the ship or in the surrounding space?" I ask, eyes darting over the array of screens in front of me. User
"Computer, could there have been any non-combat related incidents that would explain the disappearance of the crew? A temporal anomaly, a transporter malfunction, a radiation burst?" I question, the possible scenarios running through my mind. User
'Transporters have passed a level one diagnostic. We are in sync with Starfleet's time keeping array. No unusual radiation was detected inside or outside the vessel.' ChatGPT
This was baffling. It's as if they simply vanished. I run a hand through my hair, letting out a sigh.
"Computer, were there any incoming or outgoing communications just before, during, or after the shields were raised?" I ask, hoping for any clue as to what might have happened. User
'There was one outgoing message, from comms. It was: 'Unidentified vessel, please alter course NOW.' ChatGPT
A lead, at last. "Computer, play back any responses to that message. Also, display the sensor logs from that time period," I ask, settling into the operations station, ready to review any incoming data. User
No reply was received. Logs are not available from that moment onwards.' ChatGPT
The lack of data was both suspicious and frustrating. A sigh escapes my lips.
"Computer, could a cloaked ship have been in our vicinity at the time?" I question, holding onto the hope that I'm not utterly alone in space. User
'Affirmative. We are within range of several species that posses cloaking technology and in a commonly used interstellar route.' ChatGPT
A spark of hope arises. "Computer, is there a way to detect a cloaked ship nearby? Any energy signatures or radiation anomalies that could suggest its presence?" I ask, quickly working on the console to bring up the sensor array controls. User
'One possible way to detect cloaked vessels is to emit a tetryon burst from main engineering. The range for this method is limited. Starfleet at present has no other ways of finding cloaked vessels, other than firing random phaser bank shots. This is not recommended in public shipping lanes.' ChatGPT
"I see," I nod, considering the risks and rewards of the tetryon burst. "Alright, computer, prepare to emit a tetryon burst. We need to know if there's someone out there."
This was a big decision, but it was time to be proactive. The uncertainty was more threatening than potential consequences at this point. User
I anxiously wait, scanning the console for any potential feedback. My heart pounds in my chest, the silence of the ship amplifying the tension. "Computer, report on the results of the tetryon burst." User
The ship shudders as the engines do something no sane Starfleet engineer would want to have happen. The viewscreen shimmers as a wave of tetryon particles eminates from the ship, as if a stone was dropped in a pond. You observe a faint ribbon leading away from the vessel.' ChatGPT
I catch my breath at the sight, focusing on the faint ribbon. It could mean something, or it could mean nothing. "Computer, analyze the ribbon. Can you determine its origin and endpoint?" I ask, my gaze fixed on the screen. User
'Extrapolating. Continuing along the trajectory of the ribbon I can detected a minor meteor, a large asteroid field with mining facilities and beyond that the Vindaluvian home world.' ChatGPT
I drum my fingers on the console, processing the information. Could the crew have been taken to one of these locations?
"Computer, can you scan the asteroid field for any signs of life, especially any that matches the crew of the Defiant?" I ask, keeping a close eye on the displayed trajectory. User
'Not from this range.' ChatGPT
"Understood," I nod, a new sense of determination coursing through me. "Computer, plot a course to the asteroid field. We'll continue our investigation there. Engage at warp 3."
I take one last look around the empty bridge, steeling myself for what may lie ahead. User
The ship begins to move forward, as carefully as only a Starfleet computer who takes no particular joy in flying might do. At warp three, the estimated journey time is six hours, seven minutes. ChatGPT
I let out a long sigh, sinking into the captain's chair. It's a long wait, but I need to be patient. "Computer, maintain course and speed. Alert me if there are any anomalies or approaching vessels."
I close my eyes, trying to get some rest before reaching the asteroid field. I'll need all the energy I can muster for what's to come. User
'Incoming message.' ChatGPT
My eyes snap open at the sudden announcement. "Computer, on screen," I command, standing up from the chair, my heart pounding with anticipation. User
The Starfleet logo appears as the computer deals with a cryptographic protocol. Admiral Benson, not your most beloved Starfleet Admiral, appears on screen. He blinks. ChatGPT
I straighten up, offering a crisp salute to the admiral on screen. "Admiral Benson, this is Ensign Makov aboard the USS Defiant. I wasn't expecting any communications." I keep my voice steady, swallowing the trepidation. User
'Makov, are you the only one on the bridge? Where's Ben?' ChatGPT
"Admiral," I pause, trying to find the right words. "Captain Sisko...and the rest of the crew...they're missing. I woke up to find the ship empty. I've been trying to find out what happened." I report, my expression earnest. User
'Sorry, you WOKE UP? And the rest was gone?!' ChatGPT
"Yes, Admiral," I confirm, my voice firm despite the absurdity of the situation. "I woke up alone on the Defiant. All life signs scans have only picked up me on the ship. I'm currently en route to an asteroid field that might have some connection to the crew's disappearance." User
The Admiral connects to the ship's computer. You can see him browsing through the logs and the ship's manifest. 'So Sisko, O'Brien, Worf AND Major Kira have just... disappeared? There isn't even a transporter log!' ChatGPT
"That's correct, Admiral," I reply, a bit of helplessness creeping into my voice. "There's no trace of them, no sign of a struggle, no transporter logs. It's like they just vanished. I've been doing everything I can to figure out what happened." User
"Well, then I guess you're up. Proceed with caution. Mining operations are always looking for free labourers, try not to become one. Backup is on its way. Any questions?" ChatGPT
"Yes, Admiral. I'll proceed with caution," I respond, a mix of relief and worry washing over me. "Do you have any additional information or suggestions on how to proceed? And do we have an ETA on the backup?" User
"Backup is half a day out. These facilities tend to have a 'new arrivals' wing, to beat them into submission. So you're looking for holding cells. Benson out." ChatGPT
"Understood, Admiral. I'll focus on locating the holding cells. Makov out." I offer a final salute before the communication ends.
With new orders and a bit of hope, I turn back to the helm. "Computer, continue course to the asteroid field. Prepare for a detailed scan upon arrival."
The waiting game begins again, but this time, there's a glimmer of hope. User
Three hours later the computer chimes. 'We are approaching visual range of the mining facility.' ChatGPT
"Thank you, computer," I reply, pulling myself up from the brief rest. "On screen, please."
As the mining facility comes into view, I take a deep breath. "Computer, initiate a detailed scan of the facility. I'm particularly interested in any holding cells or signs of our crew." User
'Working.' The asteroid field isn't particularly thick or large, but the mining operation seems to focus on one of the largest asteroids. Domes dot the surface as small transporters mill about the surface. Air scrubbers indicate they're using a lot of oxygen, so it's likely they're also doing subsurface work. Three large scowls are received loads from steady stream transporter beams. Somehow everything here looks dirty. A Starfleet shuttle would look out of place here, but only to someone who is watching. ChatGPT
Taking note of the bustling activity, I try to formulate a plan. "Computer, do we have any non-Starfleet shuttles aboard? Something that might blend in better with the local traffic?" I ask, scanning the asteroid for any possible entry points. User
'Negative. Extravehicular repairs can only be conducted by wearing an EV-suit.' ChatGPT
Nodding to myself, I try to figure out a different approach. "Computer, can we go unnoticed if we approach using minimal power, almost drifting like a piece of space debris?" I question, hoping for a stealthy way to get closer. User
'Affirmative. Admiral Benson has just authorised the use of the Tactical Emergency System.' ChatGPT
"Excellent," I reply, feeling a surge of hope. "Computer, engage the Tactical Emergency System. We'll approach the facility under its cover."
With that, I brace myself for the next phase of this mission. The crew was relying on me, and I wasn't about to let them down. User
The viewscreen displays a Starfleet Officer without any kind of rank, but dressed in Command Red. He's in his mid-fourties and bald. "I'm the T.E.S. Need any assistance?" ChatGPT
A bit taken aback by the sudden appearance, I quickly gather myself. "Yes, I could use some assistance. I'm Ensign Makov, and I need to approach that mining facility stealthily. Can you help with that?" I ask, gesturing towards the viewscreen showing the asteroid field and the facility. User
"Mining facility? We'll stand out like a sore thumb. How many hours have you logged in a space suit?" ChatGPT
"Over two hundred hours," I answer promptly, "I'm comfortable with EV activities. Why do you ask?" I wonder if he's suggesting a more direct approach. User
"If you can get to one of those scrubber exhausts, I'm sure that's a way into to facility. There seems to be a cell block near the surface. I have no idea who is there, but whoever it is will probably welcome a couple of phasers and like you a whole lot. So pack a backpack full of them and get to the airlock. I'll bring us as close as possible and give you a push with the tractor beam. You up for that?" ChatGPT
I swallow the lump in my throat, apprehension giving way to resolve. "I'm up for it. Let's do this." With a determined nod, I leave the bridge to prepare for the EVA mission. This is my chance to potentially find the crew, and I'm not going to let it slip away. User
Suiting up and gathering all the handheld phasers aboard takes ten minutes, during which the T.E.S. gingerly brings the ship close to the mining facility whilst hiding behind the vast ore scowls. You open the hatch and find your self clinging on to the ship's hull. ChatGPT
I take a moment to steady my breathing, the vast expanse of space spread out before me. Gripping the phasers tightly, I brace myself for the push. "I'm ready when you are, T.E.S." I call out over the comm, my voice resolute. User
'Okay, I'll hook on to you and give you a push. I'd suggest going in feet first, but it's up to you. Do you know what you're looking for? Those five big stacks. One of them, near that plume of smoke, seems to be offline for whatever reason. That might be your best bet.' ChatGPT
"Understood, T.E.S. I see the stacks. I'll aim for the one that's offline," I reply, aligning myself for the trajectory. I take one last deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the task ahead. "Alright...I'm ready. Let's do this." User
'Good luck, Ensign. I'll brief any backup as soon as it gets here.' As the tractor beam finds you, you can't move a muscle. Relying on the T.ES. you just let go. It's as if a giant hand slowly throws you down a bowling lane. Feet first, you head towards the grouping of exhausts. A small, unmanned maintenance shuttle deftly gets out of your way. ChatGPT
As I float through space, I keep my focus on the target. The feeling of being pushed by an unseen force is disconcerting, but I trust the T.E.S. Every moment is crucial, and there's no room for hesitation.
As I approach the offline stack, I get ready to activate the thrusters on my suit to adjust my course if needed. I also keep an eye out for any other unexpected obstacles or threats. User
You land next to the exhaust, on the asteroid's surface. It seems impossibly high from here, but it's made of metal and your soles and gloves can easily attach to it. The only way is up. Fortunately, there's hardly any gravity. Eventually you find yourself standing on the rim of the exhaust and look down into the vast, dark chute. ChatGPT
I take a moment to look down into the dark chute, the unknown stretching out before me. I reach out to activate the flashlight on my suit, the beam of light piercing through the darkness. "I'm in position, T.E.S." I inform the ship's system, before carefully beginning my descent into the exhaust chute. User
The vast amounts of ore block your signal, even out here. There's no answer. You start the descend and pass two large rotor blades. If those weren't stationary, this would be the end of the line. But luck is on your side so far and eventually you see an access hatch when you're well below the surface. It opens easily. Let's hope it's not also an airlock for whoever is inside. ChatGPT
I hold my breath as I pull open the hatch, hoping against hope that the air on the other side is breathable. If not, I'm confident in the integrity of my suit, but I'd rather not test its limits if I don't have to. As I make my way through the hatch, I scan the area for any immediate threats, ready to defend myself if necessary. User
The scanner indicates low air pressure. Which is better than no pressure. You cross a walkway and find an actual airlock. It is unsecured, because whoever ends up here probably doesn't want to mess about with frozen keypads or mounds of dust. You engage the mechanism and soon feel the familiar sensation of artificial gravity and air pressure. It's not exactly breathable, but a tear in your suit won't kill you. Now to find the holding area. And if at all possible a rebreather, so you can ditch the suit. ChatGPT
Acknowledging the state of the air, I carefully move through the corridor, keeping my senses alert. I'm in unknown territory and every step matters. "Computer," I say into my suit's comm, "can you map the structure of this facility? Locate holding cells or life signs?"
As I move further into the facility, I keep an eye out for any equipment or gear that might prove useful, especially a rebreather. The less I stick out, the better. User
The relatively weak processor in your tricoder strains to get a bearing on this place. A dirty, seemingly abandoned tunnel dripping with condensation lies ahead. At the end there's an exit, which won't open. Time to use one of those phasers in your backpack. ChatGPT
I pull out a phaser from my backpack, checking its settings before aiming at the sealed exit. With a steady hand, I fire a low power burst at the door, hoping to cut through the obstruction without causing too much damage or noise. User
One hinge cracks under the weight of the door, now that the other one is cut through. You jump aside as the door seems to fall flat, but it remains attached to the frame. The resulting opening is just about large enough to crawl through. Now you're in a well-lit corridor with several doors. In a Starfleet EV suit. ChatGPT
Understanding the need for stealth, I decide to move as quickly as possible through the corridor. I approach the nearest door, aiming my tricoder to scan for life signs or any clue to the crew's location. My other hand remains on my phaser, ready for any immediate threats. User
One door has markings on it that you can't read. You scan it with your tricorder. 'Room of lockboxes' it says, extrapolating the characters. A room of lockboxes? Would that be a locker room? ChatGPT
"A locker room..." I murmur, piecing together the possible meaning. A locker room could mean personnel... and where there's personnel, there might be the equipment I need.
With careful steps, I approach the door to the locker room, hoping to find a rebreather or something else that could help me blend in. User
The room is deserted. It's filled with equipment, none of which seems less than a decade old but certainly useable. There is also a rack of dirty, brown overalls and a line of boots in various sizes. A dispenser offers rebreathers. There's only one left, but that's enough. The air is clear, but smells sulphuric. Without the rebreather, you wouldn't last long. ChatGPT
Relief washes over me as I find the rebreather. I quickly grab it and replace my helmet with it, testing the fit and functionality. The sulphuric smell is jarring, but it's a small price to pay for blending in.
I quickly change into the brown overalls, stowing my suit carefully in an unoccupied locker. I grab a pair of boots that match my size and put them on.
Looking at myself, I hope that I blend in well enough to not attract attention. With a deep breath, I step out of the locker room and proceed down the corridor, continuing my search for the crew. User
Footsteps sound behind you, of more than a few people. Your first instinct is to hide, but it would look very suspicous and there really isn't anywhere. However, there is a floorscrubber here, with one open panel. Someone has given up trying to repair it. Perhaps a bit of acting is in order. The footsteps are just around the corner. The language is vaguely familiar, a bastardised version of English. Whatever they're saying to each other, they're not sharing jokes, that much is clear. ChatGPT
2 / 2
I quickly move towards the broken floorscrubber. Grabbing a nearby tool, I lean over the open panel, trying to look like I'm deeply engrossed in fixing it. I keep my ears alert to the conversation, trying to pick up on any valuable information while also readying myself for the possibility of having to interact with the approaching group. User
Let's continue with the narrative. ChatGPT
Sure, let's continue.
Glancing around the room once the miners have left, I check the lockers for anything useful, while keeping an ear out for any incoming footsteps. "Computer, any idea where the holding cells might be?" I ask quietly. User
Your tricorder beeps almost indignantly, as it has nowhere near enough processing power to even begin speculating. You're on your own until you can get to a comms terminal. The men pass behind you and one of you taps you on the shoulder. His face is blackened with ore dust. "No work. Never work again. That. Stop that." He points at the scrubber you were pretending to fix. You nod. He shakes his head and catches up with his workmates as they round a corner. Apparently you don't stand out here, which should make it easier to find the way. You follow the men, but they seem to be entering a washroom. Across it, there is a peeled off directory on the wall. A printed one. ChatGPT
"Finally, something useful," I mutter, quickly crossing the washroom to examine the directory. I look for any indications of holding cells or equivalent terminology that might hint at the location of the crew. The symbols and words are unfamiliar, so I take out the tricorder and try to use it as a translator. User
Cells being a fairly universal concept, the tricorder identifies a few scribbles with ease. If you understand the diagram correctly, you need to go up two levels and head towards the center of the structure. You double-check the presence of your backpack filled with phasers, snatch a helmet off of a shelf and press it on your head. ChatGPT
Drawing a deep breath through the rebreather, I nod to myself, mentally preparing for the upcoming challenge. "Alright, up two levels, towards the center... I can do this." I look around, searching for a way up. After locating what appears to be a ladder leading upwards, I begin my ascent. User
Two levels up you emerge from what seems to be a service hatch. A technician, dressed in torn clothes, looks somewhat surprised when you emerge. "Hello brother. Are the lifts broken?" he asks in Adari, a language you have some familiarity with. Only now do you see the horn protruding from his forehead. "I am trying to avoid someone," you say, with a knowing smile. He gives you a tired smile back. "What is your sector? I want a clean face all day too," he says. ChatGPT
"I work... the ore processors," I reply, making up a role on the spot that seems plausible, considering the location and dirty condition of most workers. "But I'd rather stay away from my boss today. He's been in a foul mood." I'm trying my best to blend in. "Can you point me to the center of the structure?" I ask, hoping the diversion worked. User
"Yeah, 'the structure'. Let's call it that. Sounds nicer than 'prison of the damned'. What do you want at the center, there's only central holding there. I never go near that place. All that wailing. Gives me the shakes," he mutters. ChatGPT
"Oh, I just... wanted to see a friend," I reply, trying to keep my tone light, while inwardly my heart sinks at his description. "Don't worry about it, I'll find my way. Thanks for the chat." I give him a quick nod before heading in the direction he had indicated earlier, hoping I'm making the right choice. User
He wasn't wrong about the wailing. As you follow the corridors, passing along scruffy workers and a couple of guards with face covering helmets who are leaning against a wall, you can hear a lot of yelling, moaning and above all the sound of defiant Klingon opera louder and louder. The voice sounds familiar, but all singing Klingons generally sound alike. ChatGPT
As I continue toward the source of the noise, I find myself in front of a heavily barred door. I can't help but suppress a smile, recognizing the defiant voice as that of Worf. "Computer," I whisper to my tricorder, "Is there a way to shut down the power to this door?" User
The tricorder scans the control panel and warbles optimistically. It then shows a graphic representation of the door, with an arrow pointing at one location and a low energy setting for a phaser. ChatGPT
Taking a moment to look around and confirm that no one is watching, I set my phaser to the recommended setting and aim at the indicated spot on the door. After taking a deep breath, I fire. User
Something inside the door clunks and it opens just enough for the seal to crack. You jam a fingernail behind it, then a finger and eventually you manage to gain enough purchase to open the door. As it slowly opens, you find yourself at the far end of a long row of cells. At the other end is a desk, with a guard sitting behind a monitor. He is staring at it intently. Perhaps the stun setting might be a good idea. You adjust the phaser and take careful aim, when an arm reached out from one of the dark cells and blocks the shot. "Uhm... he's got three buddies in there. You can't see them from here," whispers Captain Sisko. ChatGPT
"I figured you might be here, Captain," I say, lowering my phaser discreetly. "Any ideas for getting you and the rest out without causing a full-on alert?" User
"That depends. Did you bring any weapons?" ChatGPT
"I brought a backpack full of phasers. There should be enough to arm everyone here," I reply, carefully removing the backpack from my shoulder and showing the Captain. User
"Good man. Worf is next to me, then Major Kira. Let Worf take the lead on this. Worf! Help has arrived.' 'Good. I was getting bored with singing,' grumbled a familiar voice. His hand emerges from between the bars, demanding a phaser. ChatGPT
I hand the phaser to Worf, watching as his large hand swallows the device. I then pass phasers to Captain Sisko and Major Kira. With the three of them armed, the odds seem significantly better. Now, we just have to make sure the element of surprise isn't wasted. User
Fifteen seconds later, three guards sink to the floor. Although the phasers were set to stun, nobody seems particularly worried about their health. "Get their uniforms and lock them up," says Sisko. "We can walk out of here. Once we're at the shuttle docks, we can probably find something that flies." "Captain, there are three uniforms and four of us. And the others are housed on another level," says Worf. ChatGPT
"Right. I can stay behind and create a diversion while you three escape. I'll catch up," I offer. "The priority should be to get you three and as many of the others out as we can. We also need to alert Starfleet about this place. I'm sure they'd love to know about a mining facility that's been kidnapping officers." User
"That's a very daring plan, Ensign, but we leave no man behind. Kyra, you and Worf go and find the others and proceed to that place where they searched us. Anyone in uniform is a valid target. And anyone who wants to come along, can do so. The ensign and I will try to find a comms terminal and alert Starfleet. Ensign, I assume you're not alone here?" ChatGPT
"Admiral Benson is aware of the situation, sir. Backup is half a day out. Before we separated, I was under the control of the Tactical Emergency System," I report, glad to see that the Captain is taking charge of the situation. User
"Oh. I had my reservations about that system. Holographic doctors are one thing, but that went a bit too far for my tastes. Okay, phasers for everyone. Bring enough for the others. Ensign, with me." ChatGPT
"Understood, sir," I reply, distributing the remaining phasers to my colleagues and following Captain Sisko down the corridor. As we navigate through the mining facility, I stay alert for any guards or threats that may be in our way. I can feel a sense of hope and determination building up within me - we might actually make it out of here. User
"HALT!" bellows a voice behind us, immediately followed by a reddish phaser burst. The Captain turns on his heels, pushes you out of the way and fires. A guard falls to the floor. The phaser fire was detected by the security system. A klaxon starts blaring and the ceiling lights turn red. A voice starts giving unintelligible instructions over the tannoy. "We need to find a comms panel, Ensign. Any ideas?" asks Sisko, scanning the corridor for more guards. A frightened looking maintenance worker comes to see what's going on, but ducks out of the way as soon as he sees the pair of you. ChatGPT
"I remember seeing a room with a lot of terminals when I was making my way through the facility earlier, sir," I reply, my mind racing. "If memory serves, it's two corridors over, near the scrubber exhausts." I keep my phaser ready and move towards the direction of the room, all the while keeping an eye out for more guards. User
"That's the wrong way, Ensign. I imagine they have more than one place with comms terminals. You cover the rear. Follow me. Put your hand on my shoulder so you can look behind you all the time. If it wears a uniform, it's fair game." ChatGPT
"Yes, sir," I reply, placing my hand on the Captain's shoulder. I pivot and start to walk backwards, keeping my eyes and phaser focused on the path we've just traveled. The constant blaring of the klaxon mixes with the distant shouting and running steps of approaching guards. Despite the adrenaline rush, I manage to keep my aim steady and my breathing calm. The training exercises at the academy never truly prepare you for the real thing, but they do help in maintaining focus. User
You down three guards and accidentally scare the bejeezus out of a woman pushing a cleaning cart, but eventually Sisko stops. "Got it. Stand back while I blast this door." A few seconds later the corridor fills with acrid smoke from a melting door panel. Behind it is a room with several desks. ChatGPT
Entering the room cautiously, I scan the area with my phaser ready. Seeing no immediate threats, I turn my attention to the various panels and screens scattered throughout the space. The room is filled with a myriad of communication equipment - probably a central control hub for managing mining operations, worker communications, and security measures.
"Captain, I think this is it," I say, gesturing to a terminal that seems to be linked to an extensive communications network. "I should be able to send out a distress signal from here." I start to work on the terminal, trying to hack into the system and figure out how to send a message to Starfleet. User
"Try reaching the Defiant," suggest Sisko from the doorway. "OH NO YOU DON'T!" Another guard bites the dust somewhere. "Captain! WE ARE BEHIND HIM!" bellows Worf." "GOOD! Move along, we'll be there shortly. Ensign, how are you getting on?" ChatGPT
"I've managed to break through the initial security layers, Captain," I respond, my fingers moving rapidly over the terminal's interface. "It seems this system has been rigged to only accept authorized codes for communication."
Suddenly, a stroke of inspiration hits me. "Captain, when we first boarded the Defiant, I had to program my authorization codes into the ship's communication systems. If I can find a way to mimic those codes from this terminal... I might be able to trick the Defiant's systems into accepting the distress signal."
I double down on the task, focusing all my attention on reconstructing my authorization codes. As I do so, I keep an eye on the room's entryway, ready to react in case more guards show up. User
The terminal beeps and lights up. You don't understand any of the dials, but with any luck your tricorder can interface with it. Time to hail the Defiant. ChatGPT
"Defiant, this is Ensign," I say, praying the connection holds. "Requesting immediate assistance. The Captain and the crew are here, but we are currently under attack. Coordinates being transmitted now."
A static-filled silence follows. I glance at Sisko, an unspoken question in my gaze. Did it work? Did our message get through? User
"Ensign, this is the Defiant. I can't beam you out of there. Get to the shuttle dock, so that all that ore doesn't block the transporter lock. The USS Rotterdam is thirty minutes out." ChatGPT
"Understood, Defiant. We'll make our way to the shuttle dock. Be ready for us," I reply, exhaling a sigh of relief. I turn to Sisko, updating him with the situation. "Captain, we have to move. The Rotterdam is on its way but we need to get to the shuttle dock for transport." User
Worf's voice comes in through the Captain's commbadge, as it somehow manages to create a local connection. "Worf to Sisko. We have secured the shuttle dock. Mr. O'Brien is injured. Where are you?" ChatGPT
I quickly respond, "This is Ensign [Your Name]. Captain Sisko and I are en route to your position. We'll be there shortly. Hang in there, Chief." With that, I turn to Sisko and suggest, "We should move, Captain." User
"Ensign Markov and I are just behind you, Mr. Worf. Try not to pick us off as we approach. Oh and the Defiant is operating with that emergency command protocol, so it's ready to beam you up. Have Major Kira and the Chief go ahead, if possible. But hold the fort for us." "Understood, Captain. Worf out."
Five minutes and more shooting than is good for a man's digestion you reach the shuttle dock. You literally have to step over a pile of dead guards to get through the door. "Had fun, Mr. Worf? Does your phaser not come with a stun setting?" asks Sisko. "I recognized the men who took us, Sir. My finger must have slipped on the settings dial," growls Worf, looking you over to assess if you're likely to snitch. "It happens," said Sisko matter-of-factly. "Ensign, get us home." ChatGPT
Without any hesitation, I raise my commbadge and say, "Ensign Markov to Defiant. Four to beam up." User
(Okay, take it home. You're all aboard, O'Brien will live, you get a speech and a medal. Write out those events from Markov's perspective and finish off. I'll add something if you pause.) ChatGPT
As the familiar hum and sparkling light of the transporter envelops us, I take one last look at the chaotic scene we're leaving behind. My heart pounds in my chest, not from fear, but from the exhilaration of having faced danger and come out the other side. It's a rush I wasn't expecting.
When we rematerialize aboard the Defiant, a group of medics is waiting for us. They immediately rush to Chief O'Brien, but his smile and light-hearted joke assure me he'll be alright. As I step off the transporter pad, I let out a sigh of relief.
Later, back in my uniform and at a ceremony in the Defiant's Mess Hall, Captain Sisko delivers a speech. He talks about bravery, about loyalty, about the strength of Starfleet and the spirit of those who serve. He doesn't dwell on the danger we faced, but rather the courage it took to face it.
When he calls me up, handing me a medal for bravery under fire, I can't help but feel a swell of pride. The applauding faces of my crewmates, the recognition in their eyes... it's a moment I will never forget. This is why I joined Starfleet, for moments like this. To be part of something greater, to face adversity and stand tall.
"Ensign Markov," Sisko says, offering a handshake along with the medal, "Your courage and quick thinking played a crucial role in our escape. Starfleet is proud to have you among its ranks."
As I return to my quarters that night, medal in hand, I find myself smiling. Yes, today was difficult, even frightening at times. But it was also invigorating, and more than that, it was important. It's a reminder of why I'm here, of why we're all here. To explore, to protect, to boldly go...
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
My friend is 26M, does not smoke or drink, was diagnosed with H. Pylori, and is Caucasian.
In 2022, my friend began experiencing morning nausea, a sudden urge to vomit every morning, and frequent coughing that led to a choking sensation. He was tested for H. Pylori in his feces, and the test came back positive. As a result, he started a course of medication to eliminate the infection, which included two antibiotics and a protein pump inhibitor. Afterward, he was prescribed gastrus, pantoprazole (taken twice a day), and a probiotic.
Currently, he is taking Esomeprazole 40mg, and while the intensity of the vomiting sensation has reduced, it still occurs randomly and hasn't completely disappeared. He also experiences mucus buildup in the throat and esophagus, along with occasional heartburn (to a lesser extent). These symptoms worsen at times, leading to extensive coughing that leaves him exhausted.
What could be the underlying cause of these symptoms, and is it safe to continue taking the protein pump inhibitor (PPI) for such a long duration?
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.
I am beginning to think I might have a tension headache.
I sleep weirdly. im a lifelong stomach sleeper. I used to sleep on my front and then I stick my arm up. This gave me bad head and neck pain and caused my arm to go numb a lot during the night.
I tried to become a side sleeper putting a pillow between my knees and this usually works but last night I was drinking and exhausted and still just couldn’t get comfortable. my neck felt all crunched.
This morning I woke up and the temple on the side that I sleep on, my left side, feels bruised and like somebody punched me just there. It only hurts to touch. Occasionally I get a very mild twinge of pain there but that’s pretty much it. I’m tired too but I feel like that’s just cuz I didn’t sleep great.
I’ve never had my temple hurt when I touch it before. So it freaked me out, and I’m like ok I am either dying, or it’s because I literally slept weird and my neck was all crunched. again, I’ve never had a bruised feeling temple from that… but I do know that cerviogenic headaches or whatever can have strange symptoms
What do you guys think? And thank you
i've been drinking way too many of these over the last 6 months in an attempt to consume less alcohol.
anyone have any recommendations on energy drinks that do have caffeine but that aren't so extreme / are gentler on the body / aren't disruptive to my health? (i just assume celcius is disruptive to my health based on the 200mg caffeine bomb in each can.)
thank you in advance!
First of all sorry if some of this isn't coherent english is not my first language.
M(in my 20s)
So something really weird has been going on these last few days with me. It all started a couple days ago with a headache in the right temple that will last a few seconds and come and go, If i pressed on it it would feel tender and hurt.
At that point I was concerned but not in full panic mode yet. I went to my GP and described it but they didn't seem concerned and told me it could be a tension headache or a migraine(since I have had those before). I menaged to relax after that and thought it would pass.
Well... it did pass kinda, the pressure and headache fully disappeared but something else happened, I started feeling this very weird burning sensation in my temple, if I touch my temple it doesn't feel hot and I have no fever so guessing this burning sensation is on the inside.
I am now really panicking and thinking of all kinds of things(aneurysm, tumour, temporal arteritis) the weird thing is during the day I basically feel 100% like myself but when it becomes night is when this burning sensation starts.
Could this be something really serious, I am going to go back to my GP but would appreciate if someone can give me an assurance that this won't turn out to be something really bad.
So I’m about to take my first pass at brewing mead, and as I personally practice a combo of norse paganisim and Zoroastrianism, I wanted a metheglin that paid homage to Ahura Mazda.
I settled on rose, frakensence, and cypress.
I’m going to use roses grown in my temple, but I’m unsure how to add the other two.
For the Frankensence: Solid resin, essential oil, or wood chips if I can somehow source them?
For the Cypress: Leaves/needles, bark, wood, or essential oil?
Or would condensed/liquid smoke of frankensence and cypress be better?
So when I was in elementary I was a very talkative and bright kid, I counted everyone as a friend and didn’t know they were hinting that I wasn’t. I was also pretty empty headed. So in fifth grade I liked talking to this one girl a lot because I thought she was very funny. We had a substitute teacher on that day (very rude one) and I was going off blabbering about anything then the girl interrupted me saying “____ you talk too much you should be quiet” that took me aback but the worst part was the substitute teacher adding in “agreed” now it may have been a moment of embarrassment for me, but as I grew older I started to notice that encounters like that that I had in my childhood took a toll on my mental health and ability to socialize. :/ anyway just wanted to share.