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My ex got out of rehab yesterday. Prior to him going into rehab we had been broken up like 3-4 months. The break up was not my decision and I was pretty upset about it because I had JUST 100% emotionally supported him through 5 months of another rehab program and a year of his downward spiral into alcohol prior to that.
I thought him getting sober would mean that I would be getting my fun loving, great boyfriend back that I had for 3 years so I was heartbroken to say the least. But I eventually went no contact for a couple months after the breakup until I was having a tough time and reached out to him. Since he was sober he seemed pretty happy to hear from me and offered words of support. But I still kept my distance not wanting to get hurt.
Then the end of April the called me randomly and we had a weird conversation where he sounded overly happy and talked to me about meaningless stuff and I could tell he was drinking but I didn’t want to accuse him of anything since we weren’t talking much as it was. Then I didn’t hear from him.
About a week later I heard from a woman I’m friends with that he checked into rehab, she knew because she worked there. I was just happy that he was safe. When I say his drinking is bad, it’s BAD, he is a serious alcoholic with a serious problem. To get him to go to rehab the first time me and his family had to show up with a uHall and pack his apartment up, break his lease, and forceably get him out of his apartment because he literally stayed in there for a YEAR and drank 24/7.
Anywayss, I reached out to his mom about halfway through his stay to see how he was doing because it’s not like I don’t still love and care about his well being. So I was SHOCKED when she told me that his sister had died, which is what triggered his relapse. And even worse, she died from her alcohol problem. I was sad, I knew her well from holidays and what not, and I was even more sad for him and his mom. He had just lost his dad prior to his first relapse. She told me that he only wanted to stay in rehab for 30 days and she wanted him going to sober living. While I wished she pushed for a longer stay in rehab I thought that would be a good idea for sober living because that’s where he was living when he had long term sobriety when we met.
SO, I was surprised when he called me last night. I was really happy to hear from him first of all, I want to say that. A huge part of me really misses him, 4 months after a 3 year relationship isn’t a long time to get over someone that you’ve occasionally been talking to. We talked about how his stay was, his feelings about his sister, my life and then he told me HES STAYING IN HIS DEAD SISTERS APARTMENT. My first thought was “you have got to be kidding me!” His mom has always been kinda spacey and ridiculous. It was super hard for me during his first relapse to get her to do anything meaningful to help him other than her offer him words of encouragement. But considering she just lost her daughter to alcohol and she’s aware how serious his problem is I’m surprised she let him take over her lease. Especially considering we had just learned that his downfall was living alone and having the opportunity to drink in peace with no one watching him. The only way he got to rehab so fast this last time was because he moved in with his moms boyfriend and he was around him all the time and obviously noticed his relapse. From the phone call I gathered that all her stuff was still there too, all her clothes and medications, everything. He said “if the roles were reversed I’d want her to have my apartment” but in reality I think he wants to continue to be alone and that’s his excuse for making it okay for being there.
I’m extremely worried about him. I’m in recovery from alcohol myself and I know firsthand how many people relapse right out of rehab, especially if they didn’t want to be in rehab to begin with….he said he didn’t even remember being taken to rehab. I also want to note that my ex doesn’t have that many friends, if any. He lost most of them when he just stopped going to work (he had a lot of money) and the few friends he made in rehab don’t live here or have relapsed. He’s always had this sad mentality that he has to do things alone and be alone. I hate that for him. He really is a very personable, very attractive, fun, super fit guy when he is sober but when he drinks, he throws his entire life into it. And I just don’t think 30 days is enough to get over your sisters death and then MOVE INTO HER APARTMENT AROUND HER THINGS…wtf. I didn’t contact him today because I’m still in “I don’t want to get hurt” mode. But I worry so much about him. My friend thinks he needs me, from her time checking in on him when she was working. And a big part of me still wants to be with him. But I don’t want to seem like I’m nagging him like he’s a kid that needs to be checked on or that I’m actively trying to get back with him. Am I being reasonable for wanting to be back in his life? He told me last night that he was sorry for the last few months and not being there for me more and how even his life situations were no excuse for his behavior in the past towards me. What should I do? Do you think I have enough reason to worry as much as I am?

look I have quite literally fucked just about everything up in my life that I possibly could. If I didn't i'd end up fucking it up anyway because that's just how it is and I’m always stuck in this endless loop too where I think I finally have hope for my life, but then I see, hear, or even remember something that takes me back to reality. I am trapped in an endless loop of despair and hope, but despair will triumph in the end and I dont want to be stuck in this draining cycle.
i cant do anything and if i could, my parents and life in general has fucked it up for me so much that i couldnt ever do anything myself and i cant make myself do anything either.
I have 0 social skills due to being insanely sheltered and homeschooled my whole life and I go silent at times when things get overwhelming, scary or stressful. i just cannot talk so how am i suppose to live in this world as a functioning person if i already have that one little thing, but a vital thing to any human interaction, wrong with me and where I find that just about everything is scary?
i mess up all and every friendship i've had (only had online ones mostly, never really had any irl ones) cause im afraid and get tired, and my life in general is so unpredictable, I am unpredictable and horrible and it is unfair to others... i just am not a good friend to have or person to know... and sometimes I just don't want friends, even thought it feels like i need them but then I'll just wished they would leave because it’s not like i ever truly give anything good to them back and I think it's better off that no one gets close to me and I should stay alone because I will just hurt and hurt and only hurt some more, and i feel bad and sorry for anyone whos ever known me because even i cant stand myself or the things that i do.... but i feel so out of control and this only makes me afraid for my future where I know there's nothing good there for me.
i feel like my entire mindset is broken and I dont know if it’s me or the world but me and the world don’t fit together.
my dad ruined me too, he is a pedo and he is selfish, he is selfish, he is selfish and i hate him but i cant help but love him still and i feel horrible and confused.. but i know he cant really love me if he was able to do the stuff he has and now ive constantly looked for someone else who can fill that place for me, which most times they arent good people but I desperately just wanted my dad to love me like normal and I know he never will, and I know that no one else can either. I just feel like I will be endlessly haunted by these feelings, possibly even getting in dangerous situations and I cant handle it.
and i also deal with anorexia which is kind of a coping mechanism and an addiction... i have tried so hard to recover countless times but i cant its something that is only gonna stay with me perpetually and I know it is. every time I've 'recovered' I really only pushed those thoughts behind and well when stuff bad happens they push their way forward again.. it's a never ending cycle and that is also exhausting.
now this is getting to be a lot of writing, well just wait, theres even more.
i will never be able to be as independent as i would want to be.... i mean, I am independent when dealing with my own shit but thats because no one really cares... but life stuff? no. i have a hard time walking sometimes and have other problems which ive felt like ive burdened other people with my health stuff... i can’t help them with any of their stuff, i tend to isolate from them and things and i just wish i didn’t have to be a human being. and I hate when people worry about me too... I've felt like ive already fucked up all that I can, I dont need anyone to worry and feel worse about themselves because of me. i try to be there for everyone, to be someone for them to talk to because I know how it is to have no one.. but its been for sooo long I really have just been getting exhausted of it....that it's just been pushing me away and honestly making me so much more sad and drained but if I feel selfish if I try to help myself and tell them that I can't be the one to be there for you right now...
and also that my dad has quite literally trapped everyone in this house and is an abusive pos, stripped everyone here of their independence, it feels like im just a robot now. because of this and other things, my mom has even attempted suicide 2 times, and my sister has attempted suicide once. Not sure about my brothers but I wouldn't be surprised if they have felt like this.
Still though, I don't want to be hurting anyone here but im getting tired of worrying and caring... its just not me, to not care, but i feel like one of these times i just will do it. Im not afraid of death, ive accepted it as a thing that happens and it kinda comforts me... I pathetically, like 2 years ago, attempted suicide with a dog leash. Obviously that didnt work and no one knows I did that, I kept it to myself ... but people will know if I OD'ed and I'm nervous of that if I did survive.
i am not even 14 yet.... but I cant stand it here, living, and i won't ever get out im too messed up to even try. I feel like I will just fall into a bunch of terrible addictions if I was ever even let out of this house and im terrified of that, i think id just go off the rails and end up killing myself anyway... I already take benzos which has sort of become an addiction and I've become reliant on to make me sleep, which is what I kind of always do because the days are unbearably slow.
i just feel so guilty somehow that i even exist. it feels awful, i just wish my body would dissolve or something. i can’t even name all the things i think are wrong because i just feel like my entire existence is a problem to everyone else. all i do is ruin things, for myself and for others.
I have this bottle of oxycodone and i just want to down it all... im not even sure if it would work how I want it to or if id need some anti emetics too.. which i do have and may as well just take those just in case.. but I'm just not sure if it would be the outcome I'd want.
I feel horrible for this, I feel horrible for everyone, but honestly can they blame me? everyone here is miserable, can they really blame me for doing this? I know they'll feel terrible and will probably think this is all there fault. I blame no one. There is a lot of stuff that is wrong but I cant even blame my dad, I feel guilty for it.
I wish that things were different and maybe if they were, i might feel like i deserve to live... but it doesn't, and i don't. I want to feel like i deserve to live but there's already so much in my life that has gone wrong and i am already so fucked up... this all just shows me that i really don't think I was meant to live. I don't think I'm cut out for life really
I wish i could just rot.
(if you read this far damn I'm sorry lmao)

The Wall is the best album I've ever listened to. Everything about it is perfect. The music, the themes, the lyrics, absolutely amazing, it explores themes many artists would never think of exploring during its time, and its the same way for Evangelion. It has a lot of the same themes as The Wall, both the movie and the actual album. (They're also my two favorite pieces of media.)
Come to think of it, they're basically the same thing.
The start of evangelion and the start of The Wall are similar in how they introduce themselves. They both seemingly open up quietly but then quickly turn Into intense and firey displays of action. In The Flesh is by no means a calm song, it basically tells you what you should expect from the rest of the album. "If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes, you'll just have to claw your way through this disguise." That line may not seem significant, but both Evangelion and The Wall progress to eventually reveal the true emotions of their characters, and this line Is a very obvious metaphor for that.
Much like the first part of the wall, the first part of evangelion (episodes 1-9) give context to their characters and explain their backstories and motives. There's not much to say about this part, so I'm just gonna move on to the middle of these two masterpieces.
The middle of the wall follows Pinks devolvement into madness and his eventual building of his "wall." The middle part of evangelion is mostly filler, but after episode 15, it becomes much more familiar. After this point, it explores the Characters building up their own walls. Shinji only falls deeper into his depression and begins to close out the people around him, and Asuka begins to completely lose her mind as to her, shinji one-ups her in every way. By the end of the show, all the characters have completely shut themselves off from each other, much like how pink shuts himself off from the world, and, eventually, overdoses on an unknown drug. Now, bare with me here, but this is quite similar to Asukas mental break in episode 22, with her almost dying just like pink because of her completely losing it and just not caring anymore. Shinji seemingly takes the same path after Kaworu's devastating death. He completely shuts down and becomes a shell of his former self. He goes catatonic, and becomes almost completely unresponsive to the outside world (sound familiar?)
Episode 25', and the post-In The Flesh part 2 section of The Wall are similar in how they completely switch the vibe of their respective pieces. Pink has completely lost it and given in to a truly evil version of himself as he let's his aggression get the best of him. Asuka comes to a good realization that she's worth living, yes, but Shinji completely gives into his hopelessness, only disconnecting himself from reality as his world falls apart, like how Pinks world fell apart after his overdose, and then it all stops, and this is where we reach Instrumentality. The complete deconstruction of all the characters In evangelion.
Human Instrumentality and The Trial are basically the same thing. The Trial explores what caused pink to think this way and to build his wall, eventually culminating in the complete destruction of his wall, and Human instrumentality explores the root causes of Shinji's pain and way of thinking, trying to describe to him how he'd wrong, much like how the Trial did. Instrumentality eventually culminates in the complete destruction of the walls around peoples souls, revealing everyone's true selves and merging together. (Forgot to mention how the AT field is literally just a metaphor for the walls people build.)
Now, Outside The Wall can be a metaphor for a lot of things in Evangelion, but I prefer to connect it to the revelation that Shinji can be happy by letting people into his heart, and that you can only find true happiness with the will to live. Outside The Wall says much the same thing, that Pink can find true happiness if he let's people into his heart. And both of these masterpieces end in a sweet and final conclusion that occasionally makes me cry.
There's also the possibility I completely misinterpreted The End of Evangelion or The Wall.

Ur probability of existing is 100th of 100th of a percent. And u will throw that miracle away because you have fallen victim to the program of life? A false ego rooted in fear and anxiety at every turn. Every thought? Your greatest time on this planet can b 3 months from now. If u want to change ur existence and ur willing to do the work. Msg me. I will show how I changed my code and came back to life. I went from death bed to happiest I've ever been...it takes routine and a recognition of frequency...and a fucking 12 step program would help..lol...and u can transform ur experience here in this life. I'm not selling anything. No gimmick. I just know real wealth comes from maximizing my positive effect on others. After reading these posts about suffering and losing so so many ppl I have held dear in my life. I can always make time for ppl willing to do the work to change. It is real. U can have it.
You...yes you!! I know what your thinking right now.."yeah that's nice but you don't really mean me? You mean that small percentage of ppl that are strong enough to make it out. But that's not me. This thing has me beat. Everytime I even try. My addiction, my inability to be in my own skin starts to creep on me...like that thing in the movie (it follows) I have never for one second had any real belief that I could spend an entire lifetime..not drunk or high...life is too excruciating..boring, sad, and hopeless. This state u speak of is nice. But it's nit for me. And I'm not built to do it..."
That's exactly what I thought for 20 fucking years!!! Overdose after overdose..dead girlfriend after dead girlfriend..hospital stay after hospital stay..dead family members...dead best friends...prison sentences...liver problems all, heart valve issues, all of my disease had resigned me to no hope...I promise u. My history was heroin n fentanyl addiction. But a change in your life is available to anyone. The dope was just what brought me to my knees and inspired me to change. 90% of the ppl on this planet don't know the secret to existence in my opinion. They all think they r trapped inside a skull..under a bag of skin in a body aimlessly floating on the 3rd rock from the sun...lol...the collective perspective could not be further from the actual truth..I'm not gna get too much into my personal route..or Spirituality. Because the story we tell ourselves or the path we take is not as important as the destination. And that my friend is universal. I'd b happy to share my path w u...it's not about what we want, it's not about what we think About the most, it's about what we believe.
What we believe "we make true" when you discover your belief system writes the code to your reality...literally..all of this self help text book nice sounding bullshit I'm spewing right now...starts to become scary real..and factual...and the key to life on earth. And anyone willing to make small changes and consistently execute routines on a daily basis. And start to view their recovery and. 12 step program in terms of energy transfer. All the folks who had the faith issue can start using einstein to get them to where they need to be..best of luck..ur loved. Cuz I'm you. You remove the 99.9 % of dead space from all atoms. The entire 8 billion human population fits inside a sugar cube maybe that's a hint on why I wanna take care of my neighbors. Lol

The onboard HUD has experienced three generations of upgrades, continuously optimized imaging quality, continuous increase of information, and greatly enhanced the sense of technology. At present, W-HUD is the mainstream in the market, and AR-HUD is accelerated for mass production.
The first generation is the C-HUD (Combiner HUD), a combined head-up display system. C-HUD uses translucent resin board as the display medium, which has the advantage of convenient installation, but the imaging area is small and the display information is less. Because C-HUD is installed on the vehicle in the form of accessories, it is easy to cause secondary injury to the driver in case of an accident.
The second generation W-HUD (Windshield HUD) windshield head-up display system, which is currently the most widely used HUD, has achieved mass production. The W-HUD uses optical reflection to project driving information onto the front windshield of the car. W-HUD shows a larger range and further projection distance than C-HUD.
The third generation AR-HUD (Augmented Reality HUD) augmented reality head-up display system is a new head-up display technology. Compared with the traditional W-HUD, AR-HUD has a large projection range and more information, which can better combine the data collected by ADAS for scene fusion. Through the superposition of digital images and real scenes, it can enhance the sense of practicality and technology of HUD.
In 2020, the market began to accelerate the iteration of W-HUD to AR-HUD. Because AR-HUD displays increased information compared to W-HUD. AR-HUD collects the data of the external environment through the front-facing radar and camera equipment, calculates the required image and data information through the AR algorithm, and then reflects the image to the windshield through the optical structure in the AR-HUD, and produces a virtual image superimposed on the real object in front of the windshield.
There is no doubt that, as one of the representative features of the intelligent cockpit, AR-HUD is expected to become the final form of HUD in future vehicles. AR-HUD technology has been attracting the attention of the industry. Some institutions expect that the market size of China’s AR-HUD industry will exceed 7 billion yuan in 2023.
Technology is a solid barrier to WiMi
On the eve of the market explosion of AR-HUD, it is reported that WiMi Hologram Cloud (NASDAQ: WIMI) is working on building AR-HUD-related products. Its light field AR-HUD has multi-faceted optical imaging capabilities, which can achieve a better AR fusion effect and a more natural visual experience. In addition, WiMi Hologram Cloud technology solutions are in rapid progress, with uHD key capabilities, to provide rich application scenarios such as instrument information display, AR navigation, safety-assisted driving, night vision/rain and fog enhancement tips, and audio and video entertainment. Project virtual images in different locations in the real world, so that real objects in different positions can visually integrate with HUD virtual images, and may become a dark horse on the track in the future.
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WiMi Hologram Cloud As a leading holographic AR application technology provider, fully aware based on AR-HUD technology is gradually become the focus of auto manufacturers, years committed to through independent innovation, positive research, and development, through AR-HUD transmission to holographic AR image display various digital information, an intuitive way to guide driving, improve the intelligent experience, make AR-HUD intelligent cockpit interactive hub, to improve the safety of driving, to help reduce the risk of accident.
With the further development of AR technology, WiMi Hologram Cloud will focus on the core capability of “visual interaction” in the future, while consolidating the dominant position in the field of intelligent automotive electronics and gradually developing products with technological technology such as AR-HUD. It can be said that this is an effort and attempt in emerging industries such as autonomous driving. It is expected to form a perfect human, car, road, and network ecology, and open up a new entrance for the next generation of augmented reality Internet. In addition, WiMi Hologram Cloud will continue to focus on related fields and technologies, and further participate in the larger holographic AR industry track.

Not sure if it’s just me but it seems like there’s much more nudity on this show than on the other Netflix reality shows. I feel as though they’re being sexualized because they’re queer and that’s how gay women are perceived by others

Proof: https://imgur.com/a/MkLHEcN
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I've been a sub of hers for about a month now (re-sub'd on a triple because I like her, and her content so much). I can honestly say that this is the wildest ride I've ever been on. Chat with her, let her into your head (but remember to tip and buy those PPV's). She speaks three languages (English, German, Croatian), and sounds 🔥 AF when she's speaking in any of them. Her moans, yeah, you're gonna cream your pants if you just listen to the audio track bruh.
Perfect hips, wonderful 🍑, firm cute 🍒, her 🌸 is a delicious shade of pink bubblegum, a smile that makes you stop breathing... but her eyes, JFC, her deep blue eyes. Just cut loose from your moorings boys and float out to sea. You're not coming home for months when you get lost in them.
The real, just full exhale, heart skipping a beat, lightheaded, stuff is the one off's though. My first video from her was an 8 min one where she did legit acrobatics while jumping from the bed onto a dildo. I'm not making that up. In the same video, she framed a shot, on the fly, to show her riding that same dildo, from the front, and the back via carefully placed mirror. Ask her for a clip, I told her she should re-monetize it because it's that damn good.
She also made me another one off, this one a bit later on, after we had been chatting on and off for a couple of weeks (which by this point I couldn't tell reality from fiction, the chat was that emersive). I asked for a video of a particular length (8-10 mins), and then told her it was at her discretion on what to make. She actually sent me a video of her sitting on her balcony, where she told me how excited she was to get to make it (among other topics in the video)... anyhow, so the video, it was just her in the shower, nothing super erotic, mostly washing, a little pussy play, but not a lot... but the eye contact... I could tell she was doing her best to look through the camera and out of my screen and into my very soul while she shot the video. That was the edge she was putting into it. I kid you not, this one off, not ordinary... it was a recording that a mistress sends to her lover. Not even joking. If there ever was a video that was too real, too sexy, too engrossing, it was this one. It's a fucking prized possession of mine.
I'll close with this, and when I say this, I mean it: imagine you are a lonely shepherd boy... staring up at the bright full moon on a cold night... while gazing, the moon turns into a beautiful, exotic, and sexy woman... and that woman came down to earth... embraces you and adores you.
That's this account in a nutshell.
P.S. She ♥️'s the nickname "Lorelei"

With BB25 not coming on until August, and Survivor recently ending (rip Carson), I need some reality junk food to watch. I also want to get my girlfriend into big brother, and I was wondering which season to show her first. My immediate thoughts were between seasons 7, 10, 14, 17, 20, 23, or 24. I’m open to suggestions as well, these are just my favorites for various reasons.

Anyone experience these feelings? I have been for the last 3 years very much so of the mind that if anyone in my life doesn’t support what I do or who I am (with the exception of risky and dangerous behaviors) then they don’t need to be in my life. I understand that there is a learning curve for most people when it comes to having a trans person in their life. You have to address a lot of social conditioning around gender, gender identity and expression etc. Point is I know these things take time for varying reasons. However, It’s been a year since I’ve come out and some are still struggling with my pronouns or don’t even put in the effort. Some do not seem to take my identity or transition seriously, and the one person who’s made the most growth in being accepting doesn’t seem to take what’s happening in our government right now to silence trans people seriously. I send so much stuff because they said they would try and learn because they know how important it is for everyone around me to be aware, educated, and voting to help trans people but they don’t seem to take me seriously. I have really high expectations of my family because I’m willing to teach them. I’ve been going to therapy for years and have grown so much and learned so much about psychology and trauma and sociology and I try and educate and show all of them and no one seems to be taking me seriously. I don’t think I can have these people in my life if they don’t start to take these things seriously. How can you love a person that is trans or queer or bipoc and not be outraged? A lack of education, but they don’t have the excuse. I offer them the education, but they still aren’t mad. I don’t think I can be around people that don’t take human right issues seriously I think is what it comes down to. And the reality is that I cut a lot of family off years ago because I knew they wouldn’t accept me let alone support or learn about me. But now I feel like I need to start considering cutting off just about everyone. I know this is all over the place. I might try and edit it later but right now I just needed to write it all out. I’m just scared of being alone, but I’m also scared that not being alone with these people will never stop feeling lonely.

I've been thinking about how grimwalkers work lately, so I thought I'd ask on here to see if anyone had some interesting ideas/theories.
Here's what we know about grimwalkers:

• 'Ingredients' for a grimwalker includes a Galdorstone (functioning as the heart), Palistrom wood (for keratin), Stonesleeper lungs, Selkidomus scales and the bone of an ortet.
• Grimwalkers are able to age naturally (as we see that Hunter gets older in the time-skip.)
• They are modelled after Caleb Whittebane, Belos's brother
• There has been at least 17 grimwalkers, but there could have been more
• Grimwalkers are unable to cast magic (most likely due to the lack of a bile sac like other witches)
• There have been other grimwalkers that Belos did not make (shown by Hunter finding books about grimwalkers in Labyrinth Runners)
• Every grimwalker Belos has created has found out his intentions and betrayed him

That's not everything, but it's what I'd consider the important stuff.
Here's my headcannon for how they work:
I've seen a lot of people say that they don't think Hunter would bleed, have a pulse, breathe,ect due to not having proper organs, however I disagree. I think that the 'ingredients' used to make a grimwalker would transform into a proper, working body. Here are my reasons:

• We see Hunter breathe when he has a panic attack in Hollow Mind
• We see Hunter blush many times throughout the show, which is not possible without blood.
• Although we do not know how he got the scar on his right cheek, it was most likely a cut - therefore he would have bled when he got the injury
• I haven't seen anyone say that they don't think Hunter would need to eat, but we do see him eat, meaning he has a functioning digestive system without any organs that are required to eat.

We also know that grimwalkers can age naturally, but we do not know how old any of the grimwalkers were when Belos created them. I assume that Belos would have created Hunter as a small child to make his lie about being his uncle more believable.
These are just my headcannons, but I would really love to hear what anyone else thinks!

So, I know I'm late to the show, but finally watching it. And I have to say the similarities to Christian programs for troubled teens, the way things operate, it's just mirrors of each other. I love that they featured the snark communities.
I am a survivor of several programs that included behavior modification which is a nice term for basically breaking kids down and brainwashing them. They use the same techniques,the same shame, the abject horrendous "discipline", the deprivation of self. I spent three years in such programs, although not all of them were Christian.
But it's interesting and of course terrifying to see my reality reflected in this manner. My friends who are also survivors of many sorts of places like Roloff homes, Bethel boys and girls home, etc tell me this is basically the groundwork for those. It is super triggering but I feel they are doing a balanced in depth look into what makes them (the Duggare and other IFB households) who they are.
Which just so happen to line up with torture and brain washing techniques. Whoduthunkit.
Would love to talk to others about this. Especially any snarkers who may have experienced similar scenarios growing up.

I’ve got this iPhone 5c second hand(obviously) and it behaved strange. It was clean from FMI/iCloud and I could use my account. I tried to sync some audiobooks onto it but it failed. I connected it to Windows pc and 3uTools showed me that it is a white phone, when in reality it’s green, so the motherboard was clearly changed. At this moment I decided to restore it and the process failed. Tried DFU, failed. Is that it? Is that a sign of corrupt flash memory chip? What can be done with device like this?

We're looking for some testers and content creators to use our new, beta app for AR Vtubing on phones (iPhone currently). The app is called "Scenic Augmented Reality".
Let me know if you are a streamer or 3D designer who would like to make 3D memes and avatar scenes. You can create, publish, and watch dynamic 3D scenes all from inside of our iPhone app, which is coming soon to the app store. - Scenic is like a 3D, avatar-based Tiktok, or Youtube.
We'll pay you per AR scene you create & publish. About $5 per scene. You should be able to create the scenes quickly (with our tools) once you're set up, and you can also record the AR scenes (if you want) and publish videos of them on your own social media.
Become a virtual streamer, in 3D!
Below is a video showing some scenes and parts of the Scenic AR interface. Please let me know if you're interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFzvn-223p4

I rarely post, but recently I've been reading some posts where people offer uplifting responses to strangers. It has been a source of comfort for me lately. At the moment, I feel overwhelmed and defeated, with a deep sense of loneliness. I want to express my emotions intelligently, as I am experiencing profound emotional wounds and a lack of direction in my life. This description reflects my current state.
The aspects that define me at this moment are a combination of permanent, temporary, cyclical, and circumstantial factors. I find myself in the deepest depression I have ever experienced in my 41 years of life. Considering my current circumstances and the metrics used to measure success, I feel like a complete failure. If one were to analyze my job history and performance, there were moments of incredible opportunities followed by brief success, only to be followed by utter failure. Similarly, if we were to evaluate my personal life in terms of social interactions, dating/marriage, friendships, and health, I would be considered among the lowest performers. It seems like my entire life has been marked by failure.
Furthermore, it seems as though the universe has singled me out for some special kind of punishment. For years, I have felt a sense of surrealism, where every decision or action I take inevitably leads to unfavorable outcomes. Every significant matter in my life has ended in prolonged consequences, worsened circumstances, or some form of material loss. I have missed out on numerous opportunities, chances for marriage and having children have slipped away, I am financially struggling, and I have very few friends apart from one in my former hometown of Chicago and another in Alaska. My spirituality and faith have also been deeply affected by the setbacks and obstacles I have faced, and I am dealing with all of this without the support of my estranged family.
My three best friends, my sisters, and I have not spoken in six years. I can't recall the last time I spoke with my brother, as he doesn't respond to my emails or texts. My mother is suffering from rapid-onset dementia, while my father has recently retired from a lifelong career as a doctor. Throughout my life, my family has systematically scapegoated me, starting with being labeled the black sheep. However, everything changed when I disclosed at the age of 27 that my brother had sexually and physically abused me as a child. Since then, life has been a constant battle against me. The universe seemed to shift its axis, and my life has never been the same. It is particularly disconcerting that my brother, a urologist by profession, is the perpetrator of such heinous acts.
My sisters, as research suggests, took sides between the "black sheep/fuckup/substance user" and the successful urologist. They accused me of lying, changing my story, waiting too long, claiming it was nothing, and even being jealous of my brother's life, which includes a mansion, a Porsche, wealth, and respect. Since I have accomplished nothing, they believe I fabricated drunken tales of childhood and only decided to reveal this ultra-specific story at the age of 27. I never imagined that I would lose my family in this way. It feels like I have lost my identity, purpose, support system, best friends, and confidants – my sisters. They have subjected me to the silent treatment, which my brother also employs, treating me as if I don't exist. My sister's last text message summed it up when she said that they don't get together to talk about me anymore because I don't come up in their conversations. It was the same sister who initially encouraged me to reveal the truth about the abuse but then betrayed me and twisted the narrative.
In my family, my case of sexual abuse was not an isolated incident. My father, a physician and at the time a pediatrician in Illinois, had a second case of sexual abuse and incest in his side of the family. His younger brother, the second oldest among seven siblings, also abused his own daughter, my cousin. He is also Dr. A few years before I disclosed my own abuse as an adult, my cousin trusted my father enough to disclose her abuse to him. Despite my father not knowing about my case at the time, he took no professional action to report the abuse committed by another doctor, his brother, who abused his now niece, and did nothing.During that same disclosure, my cousin admitted that her two brothers, who are also my cousins, had abused her as well. This meant that five members of her household, three of whom were abusing one child, were involved in these traumatic events. My father, along with his brother and siblings, did nothing legally to report these incidents. My uncle, the abuser, is now the president of a hospital in East Texas. So technically, my case was the fourth, following my uncle, cousin, and another cousin. One of those cousins is now a pastor of a small church community, while the other works for a former presidential candidate's company. As for me, I have been trapped in a cycle of failure to launch as an adult, mental health issues, and intermittent substance abuse problems for the past 20 years. And that's not even the end of it – the fifth case involves my cousin, who was arrested in a state capital where he worked as a therapist or counselor. He was arrested for filming his young neighbor through her window. I am aware of his arrest but do not have any information regarding the progress of his case or its resolution.
To put it all together, it is an intricate mess of narcissism, ego, power, control, and childhood trauma. I strongly believe I have developed complex post-traumatic stress disorder (C-PTSD) as a result of these experiences. In fact, I am certain that I have.
Fast-forward to the present, and I am writing this from a motel room, where there are too many details to recount from the past six months since my return from Montana. In a way, I followed the path of my other abused cousin – I left. However, I ultimately failed and had to return to a city near my parents, a city I despise. To add to my troubles, I was falsely accused of felony domestic violence soon after my return, further fueling my sense of failure and shame. My parents, upon hearing about the incident, made it clear that they wanted little to do with me. Speaking of Montana, my experiences and the year I spent there were truly nightmarish, to say the least. But that's a story for another time.
During the car ride to a hospital in a small town in the same county, my father and I had an opportunity for a discussion about the abuse. I wanted to understand why he did nothing in all five cases, why the eldest child seems to be targeted (true for my brother and cousin), why successful doctors are involved – including a pastor, a consultant, and now a urologist after the fact. Did he not notice the intergenerational pattern and his own parental negligence as a physician and a parent of adult children? I questioned why he took no action, why his behavior changed so drastically in the past three years, why he lied about his knowledge of nondisclosure agreements (NDAs) when he had used them for possible infidelity and had lied about private settlements. He even harassed me using the police, assassinated my character in our small town, and now charged me with striking him, resulting in false statements and allegations. As a consequence, my reputation has been tarnished while my father's remains pristine. We currently reside in a town where he practiced medicine, and the consequences for me are severe. Deep in my heart, I know that his post-arrest behavior towards me has been consistently inconsistent. He evades questioning, avoids contact and visits, and shows no signs of wanting a relationship. Instead, he guilt-trips me, shifts blame, engages in word salad and gaslighting, and pathologically lies.
As I sit here now, I wonder: What can one do in such a dire situation? There seem to be no options, no answers, no safety nets of money or emotional support, no motivation, and no joy – only the looming threat of a potentially harsh sentence. Even worse, my father has attempted to record my phone calls and offered me money not to hire a proper defense attorney or pursue litigation, just a week before I was supposed to accept a four-year adjudication plea as an innocent party. Then, when I decided to plead my innocence at the last minute during the trial, he abandoned me once again, signaling to me that money is somehow tainted. Regardless, it's gone now.
I apologize for unloading all of this on Reddit, and I understand that it may be quite depressing for others to read. However, I feel that I have reached the end of my fight, not against just one issue, but against a conglomerate of issues that have stolen my life and time, offering me nothing in return. I desperately need legal advice, emotional support, prayers, or any form of assistance. I find myself lost in a maze of confusion, where every turn I make is a miscalculation, distorted by backward perspectives and reflections off other elements. Over the past six weeks since leaving my job due to a problematic relationship with the owner, I have been living a transient and isolated existence in the dark corners of this wretched city. It feels as though I have been exiled from my own life. I don't know what to do or who to turn to. I want to assure you that I'm not dramatizing this situation; I'm simply sharing my experience because I have no one else to talk to. I have been completely alone and isolated since losing my job.

I rarely post, but recently I've been reading some posts where people offer uplifting responses to strangers. It has been a source of comfort for me lately. At the moment, I feel overwhelmed and defeated, with a deep sense of loneliness. I want to express my emotions intelligently, as I am experiencing profound emotional wounds and a lack of direction in my life. This description reflects my current state.
The aspects that define me at this moment are a combination of permanent, temporary, cyclical, and circumstantial factors. I find myself in the deepest depression I have ever experienced in my 41 years of life. Considering my current circumstances and the metrics used to measure success, I feel like a complete failure. If one were to analyze my job history and performance, there were moments of incredible opportunities followed by brief success, only to be followed by utter failure. Similarly, if we were to evaluate my personal life in terms of social interactions, dating/marriage, friendships, and health, I would be considered among the lowest performers. It seems like my entire life has been marked by failure.
Furthermore, it seems as though the universe has singled me out for some special kind of punishment. For years, I have felt a sense of surrealism, where every decision or action I take inevitably leads to unfavorable outcomes. Every significant matter in my life has ended in prolonged consequences, worsened circumstances, or some form of material loss. I have missed out on numerous opportunities, chances for marriage and having children have slipped away, I am financially struggling, and I have very few friends apart from one in my former hometown of Chicago and another in Alaska. My spirituality and faith have also been deeply affected by the setbacks and obstacles I have faced, and I am dealing with all of this without the support of my estranged family.
My three best friends, my sisters, and I have not spoken in six years. I can't recall the last time I spoke with my brother, as he doesn't respond to my emails or texts. My mother is suffering from rapid-onset dementia, while my father has recently retired from a lifelong career as a doctor. Throughout my life, my family has systematically scapegoated me, starting with being labeled the black sheep. However, everything changed when I disclosed at the age of 27 that my brother had sexually and physically abused me as a child. Since then, life has been a constant battle against me. The universe seemed to shift its axis, and my life has never been the same. It is particularly disconcerting that my brother, a urologist by profession, is the perpetrator of such heinous acts.
My sisters, as research suggests, took sides between the "black sheep/fuckup/substance user" and the successful urologist. They accused me of lying, changing my story, waiting too long, claiming it was nothing, and even being jealous of my brother's life, which includes a mansion, a Porsche, wealth, and respect. Since I have accomplished nothing, they believe I fabricated drunken tales of childhood and only decided to reveal this ultra-specific story at the age of 27. I never imagined that I would lose my family in this way. It feels like I have lost my identity, purpose, support system, best friends, and confidants – my sisters. They have subjected me to the silent treatment, which my brother also employs, treating me as if I don't exist. My sister's last text message summed it up when she said that they don't get together to talk about me anymore because I don't come up in their conversations. It was the same sister who initially encouraged me to reveal the truth about the abuse but then betrayed me and twisted the narrative.
In my family, my case of sexual abuse was not an isolated incident. My father, a physician and at the time a pediatrician in Illinois, had a second case of sexual abuse and incest in his side of the family. His younger brother, the second oldest among seven siblings, also abused his own daughter, my cousin. He is also Dr. A few years before I disclosed my own abuse as an adult, my cousin trusted my father enough to disclose her abuse to him. Despite my father not knowing about my case at the time, he took no professional action to report the abuse committed by another doctor, his brother, who abused his now niece, and did nothing.During that same disclosure, my cousin admitted that her two brothers, who are also my cousins, had abused her as well. This meant that five members of her household, three of whom were abusing one child, were involved in these traumatic events. My father, along with his brother and siblings, did nothing legally to report these incidents. My uncle, the abuser, is now the president of a hospital in East Texas. So technically, my case was the fourth, following my uncle, cousin, and another cousin. One of those cousins is now a pastor of a small church community, while the other works for a former presidential candidate's company. As for me, I have been trapped in a cycle of failure to launch as an adult, mental health issues, and intermittent substance abuse problems for the past 20 years. And that's not even the end of it – the fifth case involves my cousin, who was arrested in a state capital where he worked as a therapist or counselor. He was arrested for filming his young neighbor through her window. I am aware of his arrest but do not have any information regarding the progress of his case or its resolution.
To put it all together, it is an intricate mess of narcissism, ego, power, control, and childhood trauma. I strongly believe I have developed complex post-traumatic stress disorder (C-PTSD) as a result of these experiences. In fact, I am certain that I have.
Fast-forward to the present, and I am writing this from a motel room, where there are too many details to recount from the past six months since my return from Montana. In a way, I followed the path of my other abused cousin – I left. However, I ultimately failed and had to return to a city near my parents, a city I despise. To add to my troubles, I was falsely accused of felony domestic violence soon after my return, further fueling my sense of failure and shame. My parents, upon hearing about the incident, made it clear that they wanted little to do with me. Speaking of Montana, my experiences and the year I spent there were truly nightmarish, to say the least. But that's a story for another time.
During the car ride to a hospital in a small town in the same county, my father and I had an opportunity for a discussion about the abuse. I wanted to understand why he did nothing in all five cases, why the eldest child seems to be targeted (true for my brother and cousin), why successful doctors are involved – including a pastor, a consultant, and now a urologist after the fact. Did he not notice the intergenerational pattern and his own parental negligence as a physician and a parent of adult children? I questioned why he took no action, why his behavior changed so drastically in the past three years, why he lied about his knowledge of nondisclosure agreements (NDAs) when he had used them for possible infidelity and had lied about private settlements. He even harassed me using the police, assassinated my character in our small town, and now charged me with striking him, resulting in false statements and allegations. As a consequence, my reputation has been tarnished while my father's remains pristine. We currently reside in a town where he practiced medicine, and the consequences for me are severe. Deep in my heart, I know that his post-arrest behavior towards me has been consistently inconsistent. He evades questioning, avoids contact and visits, and shows no signs of wanting a relationship. Instead, he guilt-trips me, shifts blame, engages in word salad and gaslighting, and pathologically lies.
As I sit here now, I wonder: What can one do in such a dire situation? There seem to be no options, no answers, no safety nets of money or emotional support, no motivation, and no joy – only the looming threat of a potentially harsh sentence. Even worse, my father has attempted to record my phone calls and offered me money not to hire a proper defense attorney or pursue litigation, just a week before I was supposed to accept a four-year adjudication plea as an innocent party. Then, when I decided to plead my innocence at the last minute during the trial, he abandoned me once again, signaling to me that money is somehow tainted. Regardless, it's gone now.
I apologize for unloading all of this on Reddit, and I understand that it may be quite depressing for others to read. However, I feel that I have reached the end of my fight, not against just one issue, but against a conglomerate of issues that have stolen my life and time, offering me nothing in return. I desperately need legal advice, emotional support, prayers, or any form of assistance. I find myself lost in a maze of confusion, where every turn I make is a miscalculation, distorted by backward perspectives and reflections off other elements. Over the past six weeks since leaving my job due to a problematic relationship with the owner, I have been living a transient and isolated existence in the dark corners of this wretched city. It feels as though I have been exiled from my own life. I don't know what to do or who to turn to. I want to assure you that I'm not dramatizing this situation; I'm simply sharing my experience because I have no one else to talk to. I have been completely alone and isolated since losing my job.

I rarely post, but recently I've been reading some posts where people offer uplifting responses to strangers. It has been a source of comfort for me lately. At the moment, I feel overwhelmed and defeated, with a deep sense of loneliness. I want to express my emotions intelligently, as I am experiencing profound emotional wounds and a lack of direction in my life. This description reflects my current state.
The aspects that define me at this moment are a combination of permanent, temporary, cyclical, and circumstantial factors. I find myself in the deepest depression I have ever experienced in my 41 years of life. Considering my current circumstances and the metrics used to measure success, I feel like a complete failure. If one were to analyze my job history and performance, there were moments of incredible opportunities followed by brief success, only to be followed by utter failure. Similarly, if we were to evaluate my personal life in terms of social interactions, dating/marriage, friendships, and health, I would be considered among the lowest performers. It seems like my entire life has been marked by failure.
Furthermore, it seems as though the universe has singled me out for some special kind of punishment. For years, I have felt a sense of surrealism, where every decision or action I take inevitably leads to unfavorable outcomes. Every significant matter in my life has ended in prolonged consequences, worsened circumstances, or some form of material loss. I have missed out on numerous opportunities, chances for marriage and having children have slipped away, I am financially struggling, and I have very few friends apart from one in my former hometown of Chicago and another in Alaska. My spirituality and faith have also been deeply affected by the setbacks and obstacles I have faced, and I am dealing with all of this without the support of my estranged family.
My three best friends, my sisters, and I have not spoken in six years. I can't recall the last time I spoke with my brother, as he doesn't respond to my emails or texts. My mother is suffering from rapid-onset dementia, while my father has recently retired from a lifelong career as a doctor. Throughout my life, my family has systematically scapegoated me, starting with being labeled the black sheep. However, everything changed when I disclosed at the age of 27 that my brother had sexually and physically abused me as a child. Since then, life has been a constant battle against me. The universe seemed to shift its axis, and my life has never been the same. It is particularly disconcerting that my brother, a urologist by profession, is the perpetrator of such heinous acts.
My sisters, as research suggests, took sides between the "black sheep/fuckup/substance user" and the successful urologist. They accused me of lying, changing my story, waiting too long, claiming it was nothing, and even being jealous of my brother's life, which includes a mansion, a Porsche, wealth, and respect. Since I have accomplished nothing, they believe I fabricated drunken tales of childhood and only decided to reveal this ultra-specific story at the age of 27. I never imagined that I would lose my family in this way. It feels like I have lost my identity, purpose, support system, best friends, and confidants – my sisters. They have subjected me to the silent treatment, which my brother also employs, treating me as if I don't exist. My sister's last text message summed it up when she said that they don't get together to talk about me anymore because I don't come up in their conversations. It was the same sister who initially encouraged me to reveal the truth about the abuse but then betrayed me and twisted the narrative.
In my family, my case of sexual abuse was not an isolated incident. My father, a physician and at the time a pediatrician in Illinois, had a second case of sexual abuse and incest in his side of the family. His younger brother, the second oldest among seven siblings, also abused his own daughter, my cousin. He is also Dr. A few years before I disclosed my own abuse as an adult, my cousin trusted my father enough to disclose her abuse to him. Despite my father not knowing about my case at the time, he took no professional action to report the abuse committed by another doctor, his brother, who abused his now niece, and did nothing.During that same disclosure, my cousin admitted that her two brothers, who are also my cousins, had abused her as well. This meant that five members of her household, three of whom were abusing one child, were involved in these traumatic events. My father, along with his brother and siblings, did nothing legally to report these incidents. My uncle, the abuser, is now the president of a hospital in East Texas. So technically, my case was the fourth, following my uncle, cousin, and another cousin. One of those cousins is now a pastor of a small church community, while the other works for a former presidential candidate's company. As for me, I have been trapped in a cycle of failure to launch as an adult, mental health issues, and intermittent substance abuse problems for the past 20 years. And that's not even the end of it – the fifth case involves my cousin, who was arrested in a state capital where he worked as a therapist or counselor. He was arrested for filming his young neighbor through her window. I am aware of his arrest but do not have any information regarding the progress of his case or its resolution.
To put it all together, it is an intricate mess of narcissism, ego, power, control, and childhood trauma. I strongly believe I have developed complex post-traumatic stress disorder (C-PTSD) as a result of these experiences. In fact, I am certain that I have.
Fast-forward to the present, and I am writing this from a motel room, where there are too many details to recount from the past six months since my return from Montana. In a way, I followed the path of my other abused cousin – I left. However, I ultimately failed and had to return to a city near my parents, a city I despise. To add to my troubles, I was falsely accused of felony domestic violence soon after my return, further fueling my sense of failure and shame. My parents, upon hearing about the incident, made it clear that they wanted little to do with me. Speaking of Montana, my experiences and the year I spent there were truly nightmarish, to say the least. But that's a story for another time.
During the car ride to a hospital in a small town in the same county, my father and I had an opportunity for a discussion about the abuse. I wanted to understand why he did nothing in all five cases, why the eldest child seems to be targeted (true for my brother and cousin), why successful doctors are involved – including a pastor, a consultant, and now a urologist after the fact. Did he not notice the intergenerational pattern and his own parental negligence as a physician and a parent of adult children? I questioned why he took no action, why his behavior changed so drastically in the past three years, why he lied about his knowledge of nondisclosure agreements (NDAs) when he had used them for possible infidelity and had lied about private settlements. He even harassed me using the police, assassinated my character in our small town, and now charged me with striking him, resulting in false statements and allegations. As a consequence, my reputation has been tarnished while my father's remains pristine. We currently reside in a town where he practiced medicine, and the consequences for me are severe. Deep in my heart, I know that his post-arrest behavior towards me has been consistently inconsistent. He evades questioning, avoids contact and visits, and shows no signs of wanting a relationship. Instead, he guilt-trips me, shifts blame, engages in word salad and gaslighting, and pathologically lies.
As I sit here now, I wonder: What can one do in such a dire situation? There seem to be no options, no answers, no safety nets of money or emotional support, no motivation, and no joy – only the looming threat of a potentially harsh sentence. Even worse, my father has attempted to record my phone calls and offered me money not to hire a proper defense attorney or pursue litigation, just a week before I was supposed to accept a four-year adjudication plea as an innocent party. Then, when I decided to plead my innocence at the last minute during the trial, he abandoned me once again, signaling to me that money is somehow tainted. Regardless, it's gone now.
I apologize for unloading all of this on Reddit, and I understand that it may be quite depressing for others to read. However, I feel that I have reached the end of my fight, not against just one issue, but against a conglomerate of issues that have stolen my life and time, offering me nothing in return. I desperately need legal advice, emotional support, prayers, or any form of assistance. I find myself lost in a maze of confusion, where every turn I make is a miscalculation, distorted by backward perspectives and reflections off other elements. Over the past six weeks since leaving my job due to a problematic relationship with the owner, I have been living a transient and isolated existence in the dark corners of this wretched city. It feels as though I have been exiled from my own life. I don't know what to do or who to turn to. I want to assure you that I'm not dramatizing this situation; I'm simply sharing my experience because I have no one else to talk to. I have been completely alone and isolated since losing my job.