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2023.05.28 15:46 PartyQuietboy My parents ruined my life and now it's too late
Mentions of: addiction, mental illness, self harm.
I had a rough childhood in almost every aspect, growing up was hard.. right from the start I was having trouble excelling in school. I flunked my first year of kindergarten, and then I had to repeat the 8th grade. It was a miracle every time that I somehow made it through. I paid attention and studied hard, but there was just something that wasn't right and I didn't understand. My parents boiled it down to me not paying attention and I would just cry because I knew that wasn't the case.. trying to talk back and have an actual conversation with my parents was impossible though.. I'd get a smack to the face from my mother, and don't let it be my father I was talking back to! He'd beat me until another tear wasn't able to fall.. my father was an alcoholic and always kept the cupboards packed with booze, when I was 14 I snuck some for myself to just see what was so good about it, and I thought it'd be a fun experience.. I was already dealing with tons of anxiety and self loathing at this age, I felt like a fucking failure and after that first night of trying alcohol- I found my cope. I started getting drunk alone in my room when my parents would go to bed at least 4-5 nights out of the week.. I was scared of being caught , but I thought that my father was getting too drunk every night to realize whether or not he drank the alcohol that was missing, I was right.
prioritizing drinking over my school work caused my grades to flunk further, by the time I made it into the 10th grade I was 18, still struggling and holding on by a thread. Literally all I could think about was getting home and drinking my problems away. I dropped out of school because it was getting increasingly harder, making friends was easy for me as a kid, but when I entered my teenage years, it's like my personality left and I felt/still feel like a walking mental illness.. I didn't know how to be happy or have fun anymore, my only idea of fun was drinking, which I did alone. After dropping out, I stayed at home most days, jacking off during the day to pass time, I was always ready for it to be night time.. I knew I was addicted, but I didn't care. Dropping out of school was the biggest mistake ever, for the next year and half that's literally all I did, drink and masturbate. My dad was still very emotionally abusive, but he didn't physically abuse me anymore.. I think because I reached his height and level of strength at that point. They harassed me about getting a job everyday and told me I needed therapy, and that they'd pay for it. I refused and all of this just led to more resentment, how are you going to offer help for what caused? I struggled with symptoms of OCD growing up, it was basically just the kind that my mind would get set on a situation and I'd end up overthinking it.. these thoughts came from a place of concern, but then I started to suffer from very very frightening intrusive thoughts- everyday my mind was plagued with the thought of killing my parents, especially my dad. The fact that my father had guns locked up in the house made these thoughts even scarier for me. I thought at one point I was going to actually end up doing it- it felt like my real self was watered down and that some kind of evil lived in me and I felt like I was barely in control of my own body. I used to stare at the guns/knives in the kitchen and just try to actually think about what it would be like.. by doing this, I thought it would scare me out of having these thoughts, but they only grew stronger.. because of this, I started to abuse alcohol even more, sleeping more hrs of the day and would go for walks randomly to put myself at a distance to protect my parents from my own self.. my family has never been been the religious kind, but I would just pray at night and ask God to take these thoughts away or at least let me die in my sleep. Suicidal thoughts never stayed with me long, I wanted to die, but I was too weak to do it myself. Every cope that I had worked somewhat, but I needed something more, I started to cut myself on my arms/thighs/and chest and it made living a bit easier. The thoughts still continued to grow and I had no options, I was either going to end up commiting a crime so evil, or accept help from my parents.. so I did.
I started to attend one therapy session a week until my therapist suggested I started seeing him twice a week.. I told him about my sick obsessive thoughts, how I've been drinking since I was 14, the self harming, and how I struggled in school.. that topic kinda stayed on the back burner for like 3 months because I was dealing with much scarier stuff at the time. I ended up getting an official diagnosis for depression, OCD and ADHD.. which probably explains a lot for why I struggled in school so much. I was prescribed Zoloft but due to his knowing of my struggles with alcohol, I wasn't able to get a narcotic for my ADHD. my OCD started to simmer down some l, but the thought still stayed in the back of my head always and was overwhelming. I was able to get a job in a factory, working in an environment like this was terrible.. I tried to avoid talking to others because I never wanted there to be a potential conflict, I was scared that if that happened I would end up being plagued with the thoughts of hurting others, it happened from time to time.. but those thoughts wore off, my thought of hurting my parents is still with me to this day. I continued to work up until I could get my own place, it was a crappy apartment, but at least being there kept me in distance from my parents, the only time I went over to visit was when I wanted to steal some alcohol.. which was often.
I had gotten a hold on the self harming, well besides drinking.. I was almost 20 at this point and then me and my therapist started to speak more about how about how I struggled in school.. how it was the spark for me falling into addiction. I then was diagnosed with dyscalculia and dysgraphia.. everything started to make sense now, I finally knew why I struggled so badly in school and now it was too late.. I never received any help, you'd think that someone in the school system would have suggested help- but no.. it was just brushed off as laziness. And the only response I got from bad grades, is a beating. After that diagnosis I started to self harm again, I was cutting almost everyday. This made my resentment grow for my parents, to the point of hatred for the both of them, especially my father.. my mother was abusive too, and I was definitely neglected as a child, but I blame my father even more.. this led me back to having the same thoughts and they were stronger than ever. I stopped going over there and eventually was able to buy alcohol from a gas station that didn't bother to ID.. I had so much built up anger and I had to take it out on someone or something.. every time I would get drunk, I'd end up punching more and more holes in my wall.. I'm afraid to move because I know I'd be sued out the ass. It's now been another year, im 21 and haven't spoken to my parents in like 7 months for the sake of their own safety.. I can't make friends, have a girlfriend, or even have a pet because I'm insanely afraid of what I could do in moments of rage.. besides the meds, I stopped going to therapy because I wasn't really getting anywhere. I feel like a lost cause and I really don't know what to do. What's there to work with? I have no intelligence, I'm severally mentally ill, realistically, I'll probably stay working a dead end job until I die alone of liver failure or something. I know this post was long, so if you read all of this, thank you.
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I had a rough childhood in almost every aspect, growing up was hard.. right from the start I was having trouble excelling in school. I flunked my first year of kindergarten, and then I had to repeat the 8th grade. It was a miracle every time that I somehow made it through. I paid attention and studied hard, but there was just something that wasn't right and I didn't understand. My parents boiled it down to me not paying attention and I would just cry because I knew that wasn't the case.. trying to talk back and have an actual conversation with my parents was impossible though.. I'd get a smack to the face from my mother, and don't let it be my father I was talking back to! He'd beat me until another tear wasn't able to fall.. my father was an alcoholic and always kept the cupboards packed with booze, when I was 14 I snuck some for myself to just see what was so good about it, and I thought it'd be a fun experience.. I was already dealing with tons of anxiety and self loathing at this age, I felt like a fucking failure and after that first night of trying alcohol- I found my cope. I started getting drunk alone in my room when my parents would go to bed at least 4-5 nights out of the week.. I was scared of being caught , but I thought that my father was getting too drunk every night to realize whether or not he drank the alcohol that was missing, I was right.
prioritizing drinking over my school work caused my grades to flunk further, by the time I made it into the 10th grade I was 18, still struggling and holding on by a thread. Literally all I could think about was getting home and drinking my problems away. I dropped out of school because it was getting increasingly harder, making friends was easy for me as a kid, but when I entered my teenage years, it's like my personality left and I felt/still feel like a walking mental illness.. I didn't know how to be happy or have fun anymore, my only idea of fun was drinking, which I did alone. After dropping out, I stayed at home most days, jacking off during the day to pass time, I was always ready for it to be night time.. I knew I was addicted, but I didn't care. Dropping out of school was the biggest mistake ever, for the next year and half that's literally all I did, drink and masturbate. My dad was still very emotionally abusive, but he didn't physically abuse me anymore.. I think because I reached his height and level of strength at that point. They harassed me about getting a job everyday and told me I needed therapy, and that they'd pay for it. I refused and all of this just led to more resentment, how are you going to offer help for what caused? I struggled with symptoms of OCD growing up, it was basically just the kind that my mind would get set on a situation and I'd end up overthinking it.. these thoughts came from a place of concern, but then I started to suffer from very very frightening intrusive thoughts- everyday my mind was plagued with the thought of killing my parents, especially my dad. The fact that my father had guns locked up in the house made these thoughts even scarier for me. I thought at one point I was going to actually end up doing it- it felt like my real self was watered down and that some kind of evil lived in me and I felt like I was barely in control of my own body. I used to stare at the guns/knives in the kitchen and just try to actually think about what it would be like.. by doing this, I thought it would scare me out of having these thoughts, but they only grew stronger.. because of this, I started to abuse alcohol even more, sleeping more hrs of the day and would go for walks randomly to put myself at a distance to protect my parents from my own self.. my family has never been been the religious kind, but I would just pray at night and ask God to take these thoughts away or at least let me die in my sleep. Suicidal thoughts never stayed with me long, I wanted to die, but I was too weak to do it myself. Every cope that I had worked somewhat, but I needed something more, I started to cut myself on my arms/thighs/and chest and it made living a bit easier. The thoughts still continued to grow and I had no options, I was either going to end up commiting a crime so evil, or accept help from my parents.. so I did.
I started to attend one therapy session a week until my therapist suggested I started seeing him twice a week.. I told him about my sick obsessive thoughts, how I've been drinking since I was 14, the self harming, and how I struggled in school.. that topic kinda stayed on the back burner for like 3 months because I was dealing with much scarier stuff at the time. I ended up getting an official diagnosis for depression, OCD and ADHD.. which probably explains a lot for why I struggled in school so much. I was prescribed Zoloft but due to his knowing of my struggles with alcohol, I wasn't able to get a narcotic for my ADHD. my OCD started to simmer down some l, but the thought still stayed in the back of my head always and was overwhelming. I was able to get a job in a factory, working in an environment like this was terrible.. I tried to avoid talking to others because I never wanted there to be a potential conflict, I was scared that if that happened I would end up being plagued with the thoughts of hurting others, it happened from time to time.. but those thoughts wore off, my thought of hurting my parents is still with me to this day. I continued to work up until I could get my own place, it was a crappy apartment, but at least being there kept me in distance from my parents, the only time I went over to visit was when I wanted to steal some alcohol.. which was often.
I had gotten a hold on the self harming, well besides drinking.. I was almost 20 at this point and then me and my therapist started to speak more about how about how I struggled in school.. how it was the spark for me falling into addiction. I then was diagnosed with dyscalculia and dysgraphia.. everything started to make sense now, I finally knew why I struggled so badly in school and now it was too late.. I never received any help, you'd think that someone in the school system would have suggested help- but no.. it was just brushed off as laziness. And the only response I got from bad grades, is a beating. After that diagnosis I started to self harm again, I was cutting almost everyday. This made my resentment grow for my parents, to the point of hatred for the both of them, especially my father.. my mother was abusive too, and I was definitely neglected as a child, but I blame my father even more.. this led me back to having the same thoughts and they were stronger than ever. I stopped going over there and eventually was able to buy alcohol from a gas station that didn't bother to ID.. I had so much built up anger and I had to take it out on someone or something.. every time I would get drunk, I'd end up punching more and more holes in my wall.. I'm afraid to move because I know I'd be sued out the ass. It's now been another year, im 21 and haven't spoken to my parents in like 7 months for the sake of their own safety.. I can't make friends, have a girlfriend, or even have a pet because I'm insanely afraid of what I could do in moments of rage.. besides the meds, I stopped going to therapy because I wasn't really getting anywhere. I feel like a lost cause and I really don't know what to do. What's there to work with? I have no intelligence, I'm severally mentally ill, realistically, I'll probably stay working a dead end job until I die alone of liver failure or something. I know this post was long, so if you read all of this, thank you.
2023.05.28 15:45 KotMk2 I've been cyber stalked by someone in another country
Many years ago I was apart of an online penpal exchange. While I met some decent people there, one has been a problem ever since. I, male, made contact with her many years ago. We exchanged a few forms of social media and talked regularly. However, when I was tired of the site and wanted to move on with my life, she couldn't let it go.
Most people would move on, but she persisted staying in staying in contact. Mind you, I have never met this girl in my life. She lives on a completely different continent. After a year of no communication, she found my social media again. She began making fake profile of people I know, trying to add me as a friend. She was adding friends of friends to get closer to me. She began reaching out to my family members as well.
She was doing about everything she could to get in touch with me. When she found out I was in a relationship at the time, she had a meltdown. She was making fake profiles to harras and antagonize the girl I was with at the time. Multiple times I would engage with her and ask her to stop, leave me alone, etc. she wasn't having it.
Finally I decided I was done trying to have a conversation with her, because it was futile. She was telling me how much she loved me, how I was the only man for her, how no other man compares to me. I stopped engaging, deleted all the social media, and limited the ways she could contact me to just email. I still receive random emails from time to time from her asking about how I am, what I am doing with my life, how much she cares and loves me still. I know for certain she still has a fake Facebook profile and is keeping tabs on me through family member photos. Is there anything I can really do to make her stop for good?
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Most people would move on, but she persisted staying in staying in contact. Mind you, I have never met this girl in my life. She lives on a completely different continent. After a year of no communication, she found my social media again. She began making fake profile of people I know, trying to add me as a friend. She was adding friends of friends to get closer to me. She began reaching out to my family members as well.
She was doing about everything she could to get in touch with me. When she found out I was in a relationship at the time, she had a meltdown. She was making fake profiles to harras and antagonize the girl I was with at the time. Multiple times I would engage with her and ask her to stop, leave me alone, etc. she wasn't having it.
Finally I decided I was done trying to have a conversation with her, because it was futile. She was telling me how much she loved me, how I was the only man for her, how no other man compares to me. I stopped engaging, deleted all the social media, and limited the ways she could contact me to just email. I still receive random emails from time to time from her asking about how I am, what I am doing with my life, how much she cares and loves me still. I know for certain she still has a fake Facebook profile and is keeping tabs on me through family member photos. Is there anything I can really do to make her stop for good?
2023.05.28 15:45 curiousthrowaway9287 I feel guilty for having a crush, even though I shouldn't
So to keep it brief, I'm in Australia and she's in the UK. We met online and became friends pretty fast, we both are content creators and really admire each other. It's really hard for me to say, but I think she was flirting a bit with me, and I've flirted with her. We both have said, multiple times, that we like each other and we're both bi. I'm trans with four years HRT and she's cis, and we both think the other is pretty.
I am crushing pretty hard on her, and I know she likes me, but I don't know if she like likes me :') I guess it's hard, because being a content creator online you get a lot of weirdo men (and occasionally women) parasocially falling in love with you and it is SO uncomfortable. I don't want to interpret friendliness for flirtiness or romantic feelings, especially when we're so far apart. I love being her friend, so I am really worried that if I said something then I will just doom our friendship. And I LOVE being her friend, it's just that I kind of realised that she is someone I'd like to get to know on a deeper level emotionally (and I feel this way about people extremely rarely)
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I am crushing pretty hard on her, and I know she likes me, but I don't know if she like likes me :') I guess it's hard, because being a content creator online you get a lot of weirdo men (and occasionally women) parasocially falling in love with you and it is SO uncomfortable. I don't want to interpret friendliness for flirtiness or romantic feelings, especially when we're so far apart. I love being her friend, so I am really worried that if I said something then I will just doom our friendship. And I LOVE being her friend, it's just that I kind of realised that she is someone I'd like to get to know on a deeper level emotionally (and I feel this way about people extremely rarely)
2023.05.28 15:45 nch012 Earthquake
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2023.05.28 15:45 Far-Elephant-2612 Half way through this is Yorkshire painting similar to this Manchester one. Looking for some obscure information to put in the painting mainly around North Yorkshire if possible
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2023.05.28 15:44 GrassAffectionate919 AITA for telling my baby's mom I can't cater her every desire?
I (m24) have been hooking up with a girl (22). We met on tinder, I recently broke off with my boyfriend of three years (well actually he broke off with me) and I was pretty down so I after taking some time I logged into tinder
We met, talked for a bit then we went on a couple dates and we then started hooking up. One time we got a broken condom, she wasn't on birth control, but she said she took the day after pill. Then she got her period so we thought it was fine, but as she was feeling sick afterwards went to the doctor, they asked for a pregnancy test just in case and well she was pregnant. She's now 17 weeks. I have been helping her of course, she was dealing with sickness and very bad symptoms. She's feeling a bit better now, although she still has nausea.
She's extremely needy now, and I get it like I can only imagine how hard is to be pregnant, but honestly I can't stay with her every day. I'm okay sometimes getting her stuff she wants or needs like meds or food, but she wants me to be with her every second of every day and I want to be alone too and do my own stuff. I know that she wants a serious relationship but I'm not there yet.
So we had an argument over this, she told me she was sick and she wanted me to go to her apartment. I asked her what was going on and if she needed to go to the hospital. She told me she's feeling nauseous and wanted to be with me in case of something happening, I told her I was busy and can't go, to call me if she needs me. She called me like fifteen minutes after that and told me that she really needs me, but I was busy so I told her that unless it's an emergency I need time alone. She argued with me that she's feeling like shit and I want even help her feel a bit better, we argued on the phone, I told her I can't run to her wherever she feels like it, she called me an asshole and hung up.
The next morning I texted her good morning and asked her how she slept, she just said fine. Then I asked something else and she told me she doesn't want to talk to me. I've been texting her and calling her but she doesn't pick up. Aita?
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We met, talked for a bit then we went on a couple dates and we then started hooking up. One time we got a broken condom, she wasn't on birth control, but she said she took the day after pill. Then she got her period so we thought it was fine, but as she was feeling sick afterwards went to the doctor, they asked for a pregnancy test just in case and well she was pregnant. She's now 17 weeks. I have been helping her of course, she was dealing with sickness and very bad symptoms. She's feeling a bit better now, although she still has nausea.
She's extremely needy now, and I get it like I can only imagine how hard is to be pregnant, but honestly I can't stay with her every day. I'm okay sometimes getting her stuff she wants or needs like meds or food, but she wants me to be with her every second of every day and I want to be alone too and do my own stuff. I know that she wants a serious relationship but I'm not there yet.
So we had an argument over this, she told me she was sick and she wanted me to go to her apartment. I asked her what was going on and if she needed to go to the hospital. She told me she's feeling nauseous and wanted to be with me in case of something happening, I told her I was busy and can't go, to call me if she needs me. She called me like fifteen minutes after that and told me that she really needs me, but I was busy so I told her that unless it's an emergency I need time alone. She argued with me that she's feeling like shit and I want even help her feel a bit better, we argued on the phone, I told her I can't run to her wherever she feels like it, she called me an asshole and hung up.
The next morning I texted her good morning and asked her how she slept, she just said fine. Then I asked something else and she told me she doesn't want to talk to me. I've been texting her and calling her but she doesn't pick up. Aita?
2023.05.28 15:41 kingmountaincat Apartment not fixing maintenance issues
Hello, I live in Virginia and I was woken up very early this morning by the sound of water dripping onto my floor from the ceiling. I told my leasing office about this late Friday afternoon before they closed, and was told somebody would would be over as soon as possible (they keep an employee on call for nonworking hours for emergencies). It stopped Saturday during the day, started again last night, and has stopped again. It's now Sunday and nobody has shown up. The office is closed until Tuesday for Memorial weekend.
This is the 6th time I've had a water leak in my ceiling because of the tenants above me. They moved in in October and almost immediately flooded my bathroom floor (the water was coming through the air vent). Nothing like this ever happened when the previous tenant lived there.
I can't move because I have a restricted breed dog, and he's why I'm here in the first place.
I've also had a continuous issue with my dryer vent (they won't fully clean the lint out) and have complained and put multiple maintenance requests in, both online and in person at the office.
I don't know what to do. I have a roommate (who's moving out in about two weeks) and I'm sure I'm violating my lease by not having him and his cat on it (they've been here since November), which is why I haven't tried to rock the boat too much. (We were waiting for him to get enough paystubs so that we could prove that we could afford to live here, even thought I can pay for my apartment by myself, I just can't prove it by income)
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This is the 6th time I've had a water leak in my ceiling because of the tenants above me. They moved in in October and almost immediately flooded my bathroom floor (the water was coming through the air vent). Nothing like this ever happened when the previous tenant lived there.
I can't move because I have a restricted breed dog, and he's why I'm here in the first place.
I've also had a continuous issue with my dryer vent (they won't fully clean the lint out) and have complained and put multiple maintenance requests in, both online and in person at the office.
I don't know what to do. I have a roommate (who's moving out in about two weeks) and I'm sure I'm violating my lease by not having him and his cat on it (they've been here since November), which is why I haven't tried to rock the boat too much. (We were waiting for him to get enough paystubs so that we could prove that we could afford to live here, even thought I can pay for my apartment by myself, I just can't prove it by income)
2023.05.28 15:40 QuarksAreUnbreakable Any One Piece series fans in Denver interested in meeting up?
I’m new to the Denver area (from Utah - not Mormon). I’ve traditionally been an introvert and I’ve been reading one piece for nearly 20 years. Im 35 years old and I have absolutely nobody I can geek out and discuss chapters with. Looking for friends who absolutely love reading Monkey D Luffy’s epic adventures across the Grand Line.
I’m not really into other anime/manga series but I’d be interested in friends who we can watch/read series than have discussions about it over beers with One Piece potentially being the discussion priority.
I read the series weekly.
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I’m not really into other anime/manga series but I’d be interested in friends who we can watch/read series than have discussions about it over beers with One Piece potentially being the discussion priority.
I read the series weekly.
2023.05.28 15:40 trap_pope Paying for housing
How do I receive money for off campus rent?
I’ve accepted financial aid and plan on living off campus this fall.
West Chester University says they disperse financial aid the week before classes start?
If so, do I have to wait until the the week before to start looking for apartments?
I’m confused as to how I’m supposed to pay for an apartment in a timely manner that coincides with school.
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I’ve accepted financial aid and plan on living off campus this fall.
West Chester University says they disperse financial aid the week before classes start?
If so, do I have to wait until the the week before to start looking for apartments?
I’m confused as to how I’m supposed to pay for an apartment in a timely manner that coincides with school.
2023.05.28 15:40 tasosp009 Potential new home
Hello I'm planning to move to Edinburgh with my girlfriend after we visited the city for the 1st time. What is a good area for a couple to rent? And what is the average renting price, what website to check for houses and any tips for starting out in Edinburgh. Thanks I advance. :)
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2023.05.28 15:40 visitingsomorn Can you get paid in UK without paying rent?
Hi all :) I am working in UK and my rental contract will end in September. I am planning to remote work for 5 months abroad (employer is totally fine). Hence, I don't want to extend the contract and pay the rent of an empty place for months. I also don't want to ask my employer about this. Does any one happen to know.. Do I need a proof of address to continue to get paid?/Can you get paid in UK without paying rent? If yes, can you please suggest any less costful (and legal) alternatives?
Thank you!
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Thank you!
2023.05.28 15:39 ThinkySushi Intolerant left strikes again!
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2023.05.28 15:38 hughmahn4 Help me decide - Compact SUV or Coupe
Some context, wife and I currently share a midsize SUV, and while the experiment has been interesting, we need a second vehicle. The SUV will become hers and I’m looking for myself but needs to be automatic for the times she wants to drive it. Groceries, road trips with lots of luggage, etc would be done in the current suv.
Ok, so I want something sporty but can’t decide on a compact suv or a coupe. Technically I don’t need back seats but my luck soon as I don’t have them I’ll need them.
For SUV’s I’m looking at the BMW x3m and the Porsche Macan gts. Cars I’m looking at the BMW M4 and the Porsche 718 cayman (which is a stretch because of 2 seats). I’ve looked at a few 911’s in my price range and with 10k miles the interiors are already rough; I just don’t it.
So my question is, what do others do that already have an SUV? Do you buy another SUV or a car? I don’t really want a truck. If I need a truck, I rent one from my local Home Depot for an hour. Are there other options out there I haven’t considered that might be recommended that does not exceed my max limit of $105k.
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Ok, so I want something sporty but can’t decide on a compact suv or a coupe. Technically I don’t need back seats but my luck soon as I don’t have them I’ll need them.
For SUV’s I’m looking at the BMW x3m and the Porsche Macan gts. Cars I’m looking at the BMW M4 and the Porsche 718 cayman (which is a stretch because of 2 seats). I’ve looked at a few 911’s in my price range and with 10k miles the interiors are already rough; I just don’t it.
So my question is, what do others do that already have an SUV? Do you buy another SUV or a car? I don’t really want a truck. If I need a truck, I rent one from my local Home Depot for an hour. Are there other options out there I haven’t considered that might be recommended that does not exceed my max limit of $105k.
2023.05.28 15:37 greatgodglib Niche requirements for a clumsy person
Hello
I've had a bad year phone wise, and am hoping to buy a phone that lives longer than 6 months, this time around...
I live in India, and I've lost two phones to falls/breakages/water damage in the last year.
So I'm looking for a replacement, and as usual I'm finding myself drawn to the flagships for all the wrong reasons. So I thought I'd put out my requirements and see if there's a phone for me.
So the requirements I'm not going to compromise on: 1. Amoled screen 2. Ip68 (at least with an adequate cover).
In terms of priorities: 1. I'd like it to last, build quality and support wise. My last phone was into its 4th year before my run of bad luck, and that was a flagship (this was the s9), hence the draw for those
Please help
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I've had a bad year phone wise, and am hoping to buy a phone that lives longer than 6 months, this time around...
I live in India, and I've lost two phones to falls/breakages/water damage in the last year.
So I'm looking for a replacement, and as usual I'm finding myself drawn to the flagships for all the wrong reasons. So I thought I'd put out my requirements and see if there's a phone for me.
So the requirements I'm not going to compromise on: 1. Amoled screen 2. Ip68 (at least with an adequate cover).
In terms of priorities: 1. I'd like it to last, build quality and support wise. My last phone was into its 4th year before my run of bad luck, and that was a flagship (this was the s9), hence the draw for those
- The smaller the screen, the better. Also lighter. I don't travel so much that I can't charge frequently, as long as its not too slow (and most current phones aren't) so I don't really need the massive batteries that everyone seems to be hefting
- Glitch-free. I hate bloatware, and I don't like laggy interfaces. I don't play games and i don't need a great camera (apart from listening to podcasts, I use my phone to browse, check mail and Twitter and reddit. I don't really need a camera beyond for zoom). So I see the ram as future-proofing rather than a current need.
Please help
2023.05.28 15:37 Oxnodeia_Cresilia Miitopia Run Details
Hello everyone, welcome to this miitopia run of NRC Subreddit~
So, in this one I will be spinning the tale of it so to speak, so that it will not be the exact same as a regular miitopia run. I plan on twisting the tale so that a dark overlord is taking the people’s souls and corrupting them into phantoms and overblots! And it’s up to… well that’s the fun part, I haven’t chosen a full team yet and I was wondering if you’d like your OC to be apart of this adventure one way or another~
If you have miitopia as well, you could make your oc on your file and share your access code with me so I can use your design for the story as well~ :D
I wrote down all the possible cast calls as well. So if you wanna add your character message below and I’ll be editing it when I have the chance. Earliest claim for each will be the one I place onto the slot.
Main Squad
I was thinking of having Ven as the team leader but honestly I’m fine with anyone tbh, just know they are the only one I would have direct control over the entire time playing as Miitopia has the other party members work on their own AI instead of selecting moves. If you want main MC status just tell me and I’ll tell you of some things that’d need to be set up.
Team Leader -
Party Member 1 -
Party Member 2 -
Party Member 3 -
Party Member 4 -
Party Member 5 -
Party Member 6 -
Party Member 7 -
Party Member 8 -
Party Member 9 -
Specific Details for Party Members
Team Leader needs to choose 3+ classes for the main game, main color (mii colors), and personality trait For final missions I like to run a specific class so not having that class most likely will be super interesting/challenging for the superbosses
Party Members just need to do one or two jobs generally, main color, personality trait
For example of what the party member could look like; Syene, Scientist, Pink and Kind
If you want to be a party member and have no idea what I am talking about just say you want to be a party member and Ven’s choice for what happens~
Personality Types to choose from
Cool
Energetic
Stubborn
Laid-Back
Kind
Air-Headed
Cautious
Jobs to choose from
Knight
Mage
Cleric
Thief
Chef
Popstar Male and Female (Male Characters can choose female and vice versa)
Scientist
Imp
Cat
Tank
Princess
Flower
Vampire and Elf are weird but if you mention vampire/elf later on can do that instead
Horse - Grim
Dark Lord - Crowley
Here is a list of side casts as well that I’d have to fill, if anyone wants to grab one of them just say can Azul be the Desert Celebrity or the Genie? (I forgot the shady merchant couple exists lol) or if you want I can place your OC or Main Cast somewhere in there at random too~
Greenhorne
Carefree Guide
Cheery Granny
Sassy Child
Worried Mother
Lovey-Dovey Couple 1
Lovey-Dovey Couple 2
Sarcastic Guy
Dubious Mayor
Photographer
Quizmaster
Postman
Gourmet
Nintendo Fan
Castle Guard
1.
2.
3.
4.
Royal Court
King
Princess
Prince
Noble’s Son
Great Sage
Genie of the Lamp
Neksdor
Dancing Guide
Rambling Old Man
Shady Merchant Family 1
Shady Merchant Family 2
Worried Explorer
the Prickly Couple 1
the Prickly Couple 2
the Desert Celebrity
Fab Fairies
Eldest
Middle
Youngest
Elven Retreat
Elf (who is interacted with outside the retreat, on the west side),
the Fab Fairies Fans,
the Scaredy-Cat,
the Green-Eyed Lady,
the Lazybones,
the Mischievous Witch
Traveler’s Hub Guy
Scholarly Pioneer
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So, in this one I will be spinning the tale of it so to speak, so that it will not be the exact same as a regular miitopia run. I plan on twisting the tale so that a dark overlord is taking the people’s souls and corrupting them into phantoms and overblots! And it’s up to… well that’s the fun part, I haven’t chosen a full team yet and I was wondering if you’d like your OC to be apart of this adventure one way or another~
If you have miitopia as well, you could make your oc on your file and share your access code with me so I can use your design for the story as well~ :D
I wrote down all the possible cast calls as well. So if you wanna add your character message below and I’ll be editing it when I have the chance. Earliest claim for each will be the one I place onto the slot.
Main Squad
I was thinking of having Ven as the team leader but honestly I’m fine with anyone tbh, just know they are the only one I would have direct control over the entire time playing as Miitopia has the other party members work on their own AI instead of selecting moves. If you want main MC status just tell me and I’ll tell you of some things that’d need to be set up.
Team Leader -
Party Member 1 -
Party Member 2 -
Party Member 3 -
Party Member 4 -
Party Member 5 -
Party Member 6 -
Party Member 7 -
Party Member 8 -
Party Member 9 -
Specific Details for Party Members
Team Leader needs to choose 3+ classes for the main game, main color (mii colors), and personality trait For final missions I like to run a specific class so not having that class most likely will be super interesting/challenging for the superbosses
Party Members just need to do one or two jobs generally, main color, personality trait
For example of what the party member could look like; Syene, Scientist, Pink and Kind
If you want to be a party member and have no idea what I am talking about just say you want to be a party member and Ven’s choice for what happens~
Personality Types to choose from
Cool
Energetic
Stubborn
Laid-Back
Kind
Air-Headed
Cautious
Jobs to choose from
Knight
Mage
Cleric
Thief
Chef
Popstar Male and Female (Male Characters can choose female and vice versa)
Scientist
Imp
Cat
Tank
Princess
Flower
Vampire and Elf are weird but if you mention vampire/elf later on can do that instead
Horse - Grim
Dark Lord - Crowley
Here is a list of side casts as well that I’d have to fill, if anyone wants to grab one of them just say can Azul be the Desert Celebrity or the Genie? (I forgot the shady merchant couple exists lol) or if you want I can place your OC or Main Cast somewhere in there at random too~
Greenhorne
Carefree Guide
Cheery Granny
Sassy Child
Worried Mother
Lovey-Dovey Couple 1
Lovey-Dovey Couple 2
Sarcastic Guy
Dubious Mayor
Photographer
Quizmaster
Postman
Gourmet
Nintendo Fan
Castle Guard
1.
2.
3.
4.
Royal Court
King
Princess
Prince
Noble’s Son
Great Sage
Genie of the Lamp
Neksdor
Dancing Guide
Rambling Old Man
Shady Merchant Family 1
Shady Merchant Family 2
Worried Explorer
the Prickly Couple 1
the Prickly Couple 2
the Desert Celebrity
Fab Fairies
Eldest
Middle
Youngest
Elven Retreat
Elf (who is interacted with outside the retreat, on the west side),
the Fab Fairies Fans,
the Scaredy-Cat,
the Green-Eyed Lady,
the Lazybones,
the Mischievous Witch
Traveler’s Hub Guy
Scholarly Pioneer
2023.05.28 15:37 ccharlie_mc Struggling losing weight
I have had the lvad for over a year now and everything has been fine apart from my weight, they are discussing heart transplant but need to be under a certain amount of weight before I’m even put on the list. I’ve been bug more or less all my life and even before this all happened I never had the motivation to do anything about it, I get how serious the situation is but I still can’t find the motivation to do anything and I have no self control or will power, I go through phases of telling myself to stop feeling sorry for myself and get up and do something but they never last longer then a week. I really need help and I know it’s only me that can do it but I just keep telling myself I can’t
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2023.05.28 15:36 MelasD Amelia: The Level Zero Hero Chapter 132
The Clawed Hands got to work.
Giles could already see Kristen and her team doing their part and engaging with the convoy from the flank. Spells and arrows were being flung across the valley as voices shouted and screamed in the distance. But the soldiers from the Kingdom of Kal could barely put up a fight, even though they outnumbered their opponents.
Because Kristen was A-ranked, just like Giles. And the rest of her team were low B-ranks at most. Even if there were only a handful of them, they were more than enough to deal with the first wave of guards protecting the convoy.
Not that they needed to engage in combat for long. Because they were meant to be a distraction— to lure the main bulk of the soldiers from the convoy away from the armored wagon carrying Guildmaster Evan.
“We just have to watch out for Seth the Battlemage,” Giles said as he hopped off a rock, before sliding down the hill. “He’s an A-rank [Mage]. If you see him, just back off. I’ll handle him.”
Both Sylvie and Jaden followed right behind him. Sylvie seemed to glide on the earth as the ground shifted beneath her feet— a result of her spellcasting. Meanwhile, Jaden ran down as fast as he could… only to trip and tumble all the way down.
Giles paused to stare at the boy as he crashed at the bottom of the valley. Sylvie also came to a halt right next to the leader of the Clawed Hands.
“Are you alright, Jaden?” she called out.
And Jaden groaned as he picked himself up from a small crater on the ground. He dusted himself off as he shook his head.
“I’m fine—” he started.
Only to be interrupted as an arrow flew into the back of his head.
“Take this, you brigand!” a soldier shouted as he loosed another flurry of projectiles at Jaden.
But as the second and third arrow landed on Jaden, the soldier paused. His eyes went wide as one after another, the arrows shattered upon impact.
“What…?”
Jaden stumbled back as he spun around with an annoyed look on his face. “That hurt you asshole!”
He picked up one of the broken arrowheads as the soldier turned to run. But before the soldier could get far, Jaden hurled the broken arrowhead with all his strength. And the broken arrowhead short forward so fast like it had been fired from a crossbow.
The soldier slumped over with a gaping hole in his chest as Giles and Sylvie came to a halt right next to Jaden.
The leader of the Clawed Hands smirked as he nodded at the boy. “Good work.”
That was why Jaden was called the Titanium Brute. Thanks to his Skills, it was like his skin was made of metal. He could tank most attacks by lower-leveled individuals unscathed. Even if he did feel a little bit of pain from them.
“Remember, our target is that armored wagon,” Giles said as he nodded up ahead past a group of running guards.
The convoy was in a panic. And the soldiers escorting it were thrown into disarray. Most of them were distracted by Kristen and her team as they took out guard after guard. Only a handful of them even noticed the trio of mercenaries standing at the other side of the convoy.
A group of soldiers paused as a [Mage] raised a wand and pointed at Giles. They let out a war cry, before charging forward as the [Mage] supported them with a volley of spells. Giles took a step forward as he nodded at Sylvie.
“Do your thing,” he said.
“Right— [Mass Sleep]!” She pointed at the charging soldiers.
She was a [Sorceress]. That meant she was capable of casting rather unusual spells that weren’t typically suited for dueling. But right now, her magic sufficed in distracting the soldiers. That was why she was known as the Diverting Dandelion.
Their movements slowed. They grew sluggish, before collapsing on the ground, completely unconscious. But the [Mage] was still awake. He screamed as he hurled a fireball straight at Giles.
The explosion rocked the ground as Sylvie and Jaden winced. However, Giles was no longer standing there. He appeared right next to the [Mage] with a grin plastered on his face. The [Mage] blinked, before spinning around.
And Giles just shook his head. “Don’t even try— you’ve already lost.”
With that, the [Mage] crumpled silently to the ground as blood spurted out of his chest. Giles twirled his dagger in hand as he looked back up to the armored wagon just up ahead. The convoy was starting to take notice of him. Dozens of soldiers moved to intercept him as he started to sprint forward.
“Sylvie, Jaden!” he called out to his companions. “Distract them!”
“Yes, boss!” they replied in unison as they hurriedly trailed after him.
Despite being a pair of young troublemakers who were normally a pain in the ass to deal with, they were very competent in the battlefield. Sylvie slammed a fist onto the ground, causing a localized tremor that shook the landscape. The group of soldiers stumbled and staggered, only for Jaden to ram into them a moment after.
He tore their numbers apart as Giles leapt into the sky. The leader of the Clawed Hands nodded approvingly at the two of them, taking a moment to survey the battlefield. Everything was going according to plan. Now it was up to him to complete the mission.
The [Daggermaster] tossed his dagger down onto the ground right next to the armored wagon. There was a flash of light. Just like when he had recalled the weapon into his hands. But this time, it wasn’t his dagger that was teleporting. It was him.
Giles appeared right next to his dagger as he shook his head. It was an enchantment on the dagger that allowed him to teleport to it, or to teleport it back to him. It was a powerful artifact. And it had earned him the Title of the Flying Blade.
He raised his head to look at the enchantments protecting the armored wagon. It was not going to be easy to break through. Not with his Skills at the very least. But that was why he came prepared.
He produced a scroll from his side as he nodded. He unfurled it, watching as the runes etched on its surface shone. Giles pointed it at the wagon.
“Dispel M—” he started.
And his eyes flickered as he saw a glint coming from the side. Giles leapt back just in time to avoid a blast of frost. He spun around to face a figure clad in ice. His eyes narrowed as he watched the figure step forward.
“Seth the Battlemage,” Giles said as he twirled his dagger. “So you’ve finally decided to join the fray.”
Seth shook his head, raising his staff as it was wreathed in ice. A broadsword of frost was formed at the very tip— about the size of the Battlemage himself. He slowly drew forward, dragging the weapon behind him.
“Oh? It seems you’ve done your research on who I am…” He tilted his head, peering curiously at Giles. “You’re no ordinary brigand, are you?”
The [Daggermaster] just licked his lips in response. “Perhaps— but it does not matter. Because you die here.”
And with that, Giles lashed out with his dagger. He was fast. He reached the Battlemage in an instant, slicing down with a flash of light. It was a Skill— a piercing attack that could have torn apart even titanium.
But the ice armor Seth wore took the brunt of the attack. He stumbled back, grunting as his ice armor collapsed around him. He hefted the frost broadsword and swung it down at the [Daggermaster].
But Giles deftly deflected the attack as he stepped forward. He thrusted out with a flurry of strikes, and the Battlemage raised the broadsword of frost.
The broadsword of frost began to break apart as the attacks whittled it down. Seth was A-ranked, just like the [Daggermaster]. However, the fact was that he was barely into A-rank, and those few levels separating them made a massive difference.
Giles laughed as he swung out once more. This time, he gripped his dagger with both his hands, and he felt a surge of strength flow through him. He slammed the blade against the frost broadsword— and the ice shattered.
Seth staggered forward as his weapon was destroyed. Giles just kicked the Battlemage back against the armored wagon, before striding forward.
“Come on, is that all you’ve got?” the [Daggermaster] asked. “Did you really think you could beat me with that pathetic display?”
The Battlemage chuckled as he looked weakly back up to Giles. “No— but that was enough to distract you.”
And that made the leader of the Clawed Hands pause. “Distract me…?”
Right as the words left his mouth, a powerful explosion rocked the valley. Giles was thrown back from the shockwave, seeing a pillar of smoke rise into the sky. He steadied himself as his brows snapped together.
“What is that?” he asked as he looked up in horror.
“Did you really think we didn’t expect the Adventurer’s Guild to strike back?” Seth asked, getting to his feet.
The dust and smoke began to clear as Giles swept his gaze over his surroundings. He looked on with narrowed eyes, seeing a massive crater just up ahead. Kristen and her team were lying bloodied at the very edge of the blast zone.
“Kristen…?”
“We expected adventurers— but mercenaries like you?” the Battlemage said as he shook his head. “It makes no difference.”
Giles blinked, before hearing a voice cry out in pain behind him. He spun around, watching as both Jaden flew through the air and crashed right at the [Daggermaster]’s feet.
“Jaden!” Giles called out as he rushed to the boy’s side. “What happened?”
“Sorry, boss,” another voice came in reply. Giles glanced back to see Sylvie stumbling forward, clutching her bleeding shoulder. “But I couldn’t distract her…”
“Distract who?” the [Daggermaster] asked as he took a step forward.
But Sylvie collapsed. Giles blinked. He cast his gaze over the battlefield as the realization settled in. The Clawed Hands were defeated with ease— quickly and swiftly, before he could even notice it.
He took a step back as he gritted his teeth. “We’re the Clawed Hands… we’re elites! We’re specialists at our jobs! How…?”
“Well, maybe you aren’t as good at your job as you think you are,” a burly figure said as he walked past Jaden’s fallen body.
“You’re…?” Giles stared with wide eyes. “Rokh the Bludgeoning Striker?”
The [Daggermaster] recognized the burly man in an instant. He was the one who had been placed in charge of the fortress back in Windrip. An A-rank captain who was renowned for his physical prowess.
Giles shook his head as he exclaimed. “That… makes no sense! You shouldn’t be here!”
“Oh? And what made you think I would stay in that backwater city?” Rokh said with a smug look on his face. “I left my lieutenant in charge of that shit place. I’m never returning back there ever again.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Giles snarled. “You’re abandoning Windrip just to transport a single man out of the city?”
Rokh shook his head. “That man is the reason why we’re here in the first place. Unfortunately, our King had other matters to attend to, so he took his leave. The only reason we took so long to follow after him is because we were waiting for her to arrive.”
Giles narrowed his eyes. “Her? Who is—”
And there was a flash of light. He leapt back as he dodged a black beam that cut the ground open. He frowned, looking up at a black-haired girl as she descended from the sky.
The leader of the Clawed Hands paused as he saw who it was. His eyes widened, and his legs shook. He took a step back as he said her name.
“Eloise the Dark Wizard,” he whispered. “S-rank mercenary— what are you doing here?”
She just smiled at him in response. “I have been hired by the [Hero King] himself to ensure that his cargo is safely transported back to his nation. It is a pleasure to meet you, Giles the Flying Blade.”
“That’s…” Giles hadn’t even known that she had been in the city. If he had known that she’d be involved, he wouldn’t have taken this job. He pursed his lips as she glanced dismissively at Jaden and Sylvie.
“I have heard so much about the Clawed Hands— I was excited to see you in action. But…” She shook her head as she covered her mouth. “I must say, you have been nothing but a disappointment.”
Giles ground his teeth together. “Why would the [Hero King] hire an S-rank mercenary to transport a damn guildmaster? Just what is going on?”
“I do not know why my clients hire me,” Eloise said simply as she took a step forward. “I simply complete my task. I am sure you understand that as much as me. That is why—”
She raised a hand, pointing straight at him as his eyes went round. Her fingers cracked with a black electricity as she spoke simply.
“As much as I would love to continue this conversation, I have to annihilate you.”
“No—” Giles protested.
But a blast of dark lightning shot forward as he opened his mouth. He couldn’t even react in time. He winced, raising his dagger protectively. He knew it wouldn’t save him. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against her.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the searing pain. Giles knew that he was as good as dead. He accepted this outcome. He wanted to get over it as quickly as possible. But… death never came.
Giles blinked as he heard the thundering crackle of the dark lightning come and go. He saw the flash of light flicker and dissipate. He looked down at himself, seeing that he was still in one piece.
And he sighed in relief. “I’m… alive? But how—”
He looked back up to see a figure standing before him. A brown-haired woman dressed in strange clothes. His eyes narrowed as he saw an impossibly torn and tattered cloak blowing with the wind behind her. She held a rusty sword in the air, and Giles couldn’t help but stare at her in awe.
Because she deflected the attack with ease. Even Eloise looked on with a surprised look on her face as the brown-haired woman just lowered her blade. Seth frowned, and Captain Rokh peered at her suspiciously.
“Who are you?” Giles asked with wide eyes.
“I’m Amelia,” the brown-haired woman said simply. “And I’m here to save Evan.”
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Giles could already see Kristen and her team doing their part and engaging with the convoy from the flank. Spells and arrows were being flung across the valley as voices shouted and screamed in the distance. But the soldiers from the Kingdom of Kal could barely put up a fight, even though they outnumbered their opponents.
Because Kristen was A-ranked, just like Giles. And the rest of her team were low B-ranks at most. Even if there were only a handful of them, they were more than enough to deal with the first wave of guards protecting the convoy.
Not that they needed to engage in combat for long. Because they were meant to be a distraction— to lure the main bulk of the soldiers from the convoy away from the armored wagon carrying Guildmaster Evan.
“We just have to watch out for Seth the Battlemage,” Giles said as he hopped off a rock, before sliding down the hill. “He’s an A-rank [Mage]. If you see him, just back off. I’ll handle him.”
Both Sylvie and Jaden followed right behind him. Sylvie seemed to glide on the earth as the ground shifted beneath her feet— a result of her spellcasting. Meanwhile, Jaden ran down as fast as he could… only to trip and tumble all the way down.
Giles paused to stare at the boy as he crashed at the bottom of the valley. Sylvie also came to a halt right next to the leader of the Clawed Hands.
“Are you alright, Jaden?” she called out.
And Jaden groaned as he picked himself up from a small crater on the ground. He dusted himself off as he shook his head.
“I’m fine—” he started.
Only to be interrupted as an arrow flew into the back of his head.
“Take this, you brigand!” a soldier shouted as he loosed another flurry of projectiles at Jaden.
But as the second and third arrow landed on Jaden, the soldier paused. His eyes went wide as one after another, the arrows shattered upon impact.
“What…?”
Jaden stumbled back as he spun around with an annoyed look on his face. “That hurt you asshole!”
He picked up one of the broken arrowheads as the soldier turned to run. But before the soldier could get far, Jaden hurled the broken arrowhead with all his strength. And the broken arrowhead short forward so fast like it had been fired from a crossbow.
The soldier slumped over with a gaping hole in his chest as Giles and Sylvie came to a halt right next to Jaden.
The leader of the Clawed Hands smirked as he nodded at the boy. “Good work.”
That was why Jaden was called the Titanium Brute. Thanks to his Skills, it was like his skin was made of metal. He could tank most attacks by lower-leveled individuals unscathed. Even if he did feel a little bit of pain from them.
“Remember, our target is that armored wagon,” Giles said as he nodded up ahead past a group of running guards.
The convoy was in a panic. And the soldiers escorting it were thrown into disarray. Most of them were distracted by Kristen and her team as they took out guard after guard. Only a handful of them even noticed the trio of mercenaries standing at the other side of the convoy.
A group of soldiers paused as a [Mage] raised a wand and pointed at Giles. They let out a war cry, before charging forward as the [Mage] supported them with a volley of spells. Giles took a step forward as he nodded at Sylvie.
“Do your thing,” he said.
“Right— [Mass Sleep]!” She pointed at the charging soldiers.
She was a [Sorceress]. That meant she was capable of casting rather unusual spells that weren’t typically suited for dueling. But right now, her magic sufficed in distracting the soldiers. That was why she was known as the Diverting Dandelion.
Their movements slowed. They grew sluggish, before collapsing on the ground, completely unconscious. But the [Mage] was still awake. He screamed as he hurled a fireball straight at Giles.
The explosion rocked the ground as Sylvie and Jaden winced. However, Giles was no longer standing there. He appeared right next to the [Mage] with a grin plastered on his face. The [Mage] blinked, before spinning around.
And Giles just shook his head. “Don’t even try— you’ve already lost.”
With that, the [Mage] crumpled silently to the ground as blood spurted out of his chest. Giles twirled his dagger in hand as he looked back up to the armored wagon just up ahead. The convoy was starting to take notice of him. Dozens of soldiers moved to intercept him as he started to sprint forward.
“Sylvie, Jaden!” he called out to his companions. “Distract them!”
“Yes, boss!” they replied in unison as they hurriedly trailed after him.
Despite being a pair of young troublemakers who were normally a pain in the ass to deal with, they were very competent in the battlefield. Sylvie slammed a fist onto the ground, causing a localized tremor that shook the landscape. The group of soldiers stumbled and staggered, only for Jaden to ram into them a moment after.
He tore their numbers apart as Giles leapt into the sky. The leader of the Clawed Hands nodded approvingly at the two of them, taking a moment to survey the battlefield. Everything was going according to plan. Now it was up to him to complete the mission.
The [Daggermaster] tossed his dagger down onto the ground right next to the armored wagon. There was a flash of light. Just like when he had recalled the weapon into his hands. But this time, it wasn’t his dagger that was teleporting. It was him.
Giles appeared right next to his dagger as he shook his head. It was an enchantment on the dagger that allowed him to teleport to it, or to teleport it back to him. It was a powerful artifact. And it had earned him the Title of the Flying Blade.
He raised his head to look at the enchantments protecting the armored wagon. It was not going to be easy to break through. Not with his Skills at the very least. But that was why he came prepared.
He produced a scroll from his side as he nodded. He unfurled it, watching as the runes etched on its surface shone. Giles pointed it at the wagon.
“Dispel M—” he started.
And his eyes flickered as he saw a glint coming from the side. Giles leapt back just in time to avoid a blast of frost. He spun around to face a figure clad in ice. His eyes narrowed as he watched the figure step forward.
“Seth the Battlemage,” Giles said as he twirled his dagger. “So you’ve finally decided to join the fray.”
Seth shook his head, raising his staff as it was wreathed in ice. A broadsword of frost was formed at the very tip— about the size of the Battlemage himself. He slowly drew forward, dragging the weapon behind him.
“Oh? It seems you’ve done your research on who I am…” He tilted his head, peering curiously at Giles. “You’re no ordinary brigand, are you?”
The [Daggermaster] just licked his lips in response. “Perhaps— but it does not matter. Because you die here.”
And with that, Giles lashed out with his dagger. He was fast. He reached the Battlemage in an instant, slicing down with a flash of light. It was a Skill— a piercing attack that could have torn apart even titanium.
But the ice armor Seth wore took the brunt of the attack. He stumbled back, grunting as his ice armor collapsed around him. He hefted the frost broadsword and swung it down at the [Daggermaster].
But Giles deftly deflected the attack as he stepped forward. He thrusted out with a flurry of strikes, and the Battlemage raised the broadsword of frost.
The broadsword of frost began to break apart as the attacks whittled it down. Seth was A-ranked, just like the [Daggermaster]. However, the fact was that he was barely into A-rank, and those few levels separating them made a massive difference.
Giles laughed as he swung out once more. This time, he gripped his dagger with both his hands, and he felt a surge of strength flow through him. He slammed the blade against the frost broadsword— and the ice shattered.
Seth staggered forward as his weapon was destroyed. Giles just kicked the Battlemage back against the armored wagon, before striding forward.
“Come on, is that all you’ve got?” the [Daggermaster] asked. “Did you really think you could beat me with that pathetic display?”
The Battlemage chuckled as he looked weakly back up to Giles. “No— but that was enough to distract you.”
And that made the leader of the Clawed Hands pause. “Distract me…?”
Right as the words left his mouth, a powerful explosion rocked the valley. Giles was thrown back from the shockwave, seeing a pillar of smoke rise into the sky. He steadied himself as his brows snapped together.
“What is that?” he asked as he looked up in horror.
“Did you really think we didn’t expect the Adventurer’s Guild to strike back?” Seth asked, getting to his feet.
The dust and smoke began to clear as Giles swept his gaze over his surroundings. He looked on with narrowed eyes, seeing a massive crater just up ahead. Kristen and her team were lying bloodied at the very edge of the blast zone.
“Kristen…?”
“We expected adventurers— but mercenaries like you?” the Battlemage said as he shook his head. “It makes no difference.”
Giles blinked, before hearing a voice cry out in pain behind him. He spun around, watching as both Jaden flew through the air and crashed right at the [Daggermaster]’s feet.
“Jaden!” Giles called out as he rushed to the boy’s side. “What happened?”
“Sorry, boss,” another voice came in reply. Giles glanced back to see Sylvie stumbling forward, clutching her bleeding shoulder. “But I couldn’t distract her…”
“Distract who?” the [Daggermaster] asked as he took a step forward.
But Sylvie collapsed. Giles blinked. He cast his gaze over the battlefield as the realization settled in. The Clawed Hands were defeated with ease— quickly and swiftly, before he could even notice it.
He took a step back as he gritted his teeth. “We’re the Clawed Hands… we’re elites! We’re specialists at our jobs! How…?”
“Well, maybe you aren’t as good at your job as you think you are,” a burly figure said as he walked past Jaden’s fallen body.
“You’re…?” Giles stared with wide eyes. “Rokh the Bludgeoning Striker?”
The [Daggermaster] recognized the burly man in an instant. He was the one who had been placed in charge of the fortress back in Windrip. An A-rank captain who was renowned for his physical prowess.
Giles shook his head as he exclaimed. “That… makes no sense! You shouldn’t be here!”
“Oh? And what made you think I would stay in that backwater city?” Rokh said with a smug look on his face. “I left my lieutenant in charge of that shit place. I’m never returning back there ever again.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Giles snarled. “You’re abandoning Windrip just to transport a single man out of the city?”
Rokh shook his head. “That man is the reason why we’re here in the first place. Unfortunately, our King had other matters to attend to, so he took his leave. The only reason we took so long to follow after him is because we were waiting for her to arrive.”
Giles narrowed his eyes. “Her? Who is—”
And there was a flash of light. He leapt back as he dodged a black beam that cut the ground open. He frowned, looking up at a black-haired girl as she descended from the sky.
The leader of the Clawed Hands paused as he saw who it was. His eyes widened, and his legs shook. He took a step back as he said her name.
“Eloise the Dark Wizard,” he whispered. “S-rank mercenary— what are you doing here?”
She just smiled at him in response. “I have been hired by the [Hero King] himself to ensure that his cargo is safely transported back to his nation. It is a pleasure to meet you, Giles the Flying Blade.”
“That’s…” Giles hadn’t even known that she had been in the city. If he had known that she’d be involved, he wouldn’t have taken this job. He pursed his lips as she glanced dismissively at Jaden and Sylvie.
“I have heard so much about the Clawed Hands— I was excited to see you in action. But…” She shook her head as she covered her mouth. “I must say, you have been nothing but a disappointment.”
Giles ground his teeth together. “Why would the [Hero King] hire an S-rank mercenary to transport a damn guildmaster? Just what is going on?”
“I do not know why my clients hire me,” Eloise said simply as she took a step forward. “I simply complete my task. I am sure you understand that as much as me. That is why—”
She raised a hand, pointing straight at him as his eyes went round. Her fingers cracked with a black electricity as she spoke simply.
“As much as I would love to continue this conversation, I have to annihilate you.”
“No—” Giles protested.
But a blast of dark lightning shot forward as he opened his mouth. He couldn’t even react in time. He winced, raising his dagger protectively. He knew it wouldn’t save him. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against her.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the searing pain. Giles knew that he was as good as dead. He accepted this outcome. He wanted to get over it as quickly as possible. But… death never came.
Giles blinked as he heard the thundering crackle of the dark lightning come and go. He saw the flash of light flicker and dissipate. He looked down at himself, seeing that he was still in one piece.
And he sighed in relief. “I’m… alive? But how—”
He looked back up to see a figure standing before him. A brown-haired woman dressed in strange clothes. His eyes narrowed as he saw an impossibly torn and tattered cloak blowing with the wind behind her. She held a rusty sword in the air, and Giles couldn’t help but stare at her in awe.
Because she deflected the attack with ease. Even Eloise looked on with a surprised look on her face as the brown-haired woman just lowered her blade. Seth frowned, and Captain Rokh peered at her suspiciously.
“Who are you?” Giles asked with wide eyes.
“I’m Amelia,” the brown-haired woman said simply. “And I’m here to save Evan.”
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2023.05.28 15:35 skooody living in a sharehouse at 17 years
hello there, here's some information about me and what i want to explain/ask. I'm 17M, Ukrainian, came here due to war. living in Germany with my sister, my mom works in another country and signed some papers that my sister takes responsibility for me and can sign documents, decide for me, etc. We are living in small apartment for 4m (please don't laugh) and one landlord(?) offered to me 1 room in his big share house (3 floors and on the 3rd there 2 room which he gives for rent). i very liked this room and i want to live there. Which is nice because i can learn german, take responsibility, get used to living with others, maybe cure my social anxiety.
I receive support from jc and jc will be paying for the room and here's question. tommorow i will go JC to give them Wohnungvertrag ( or when landlord sign paper for jc that he is ok with receiving money for room from JC ) for that they decide whether yes or no. i really want to live in this room and i don't know what to do if JC will decline, can my sister sign paper that i really can live alone in this sharehouse. Sharehouse is a nice way to socialize, take responsibility, and i really want to live there. please write what i can do in this situation
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I receive support from jc and jc will be paying for the room and here's question. tommorow i will go JC to give them Wohnungvertrag ( or when landlord sign paper for jc that he is ok with receiving money for room from JC ) for that they decide whether yes or no. i really want to live in this room and i don't know what to do if JC will decline, can my sister sign paper that i really can live alone in this sharehouse. Sharehouse is a nice way to socialize, take responsibility, and i really want to live there. please write what i can do in this situation
2023.05.28 15:35 ManufacturerSafe9404 Kinky BDSM with my cheating BF and the other woman. Did I take it too far ?
I had been dating this guy, for roughly 7 months. Was crazy about him. One day I came over, and we were lounging around together, and someone named Riley called his phone. I asked him who that was, and he said it was his friend who was a guy. I believed him.
Two months or so after that, I got in contact with somebody named Riley, who claimed to be his girlfriend of roughly a year. I am 25, she is 38, and he is 36. I have a toddler, and they both have teenage daughters, who are very close. He lied extensively about his whereabouts to me and her so she asked me to call him with her on three-way, and I did. During this call he continues to deny her existence, and he even took it as far as telling me that he had a death in the family, and he had to go to New York to help his family. In fact, he took her on a family trip with the two of their children. I have never met the daughter, he wanted to wait until we hit a year to make sure I was permanent according to him lol.
He told her that he had to work on Valentine's Day, and Mother's Day, but he, in fact, was with me on Valentine's Day, and spent Mother's Day with me and my son. She even got to hear him telling me that he loves me, and that there's nowhere else that he would rather be, she doesn't exist, just a buddy from work. So the woman gets enraged and tells me to invite him to my house and that she wants to pop up.
I invite him over, and we engage in role-play as we normally do. On this particular night, I was dressed up as a very sexy nurse. He entered the house, and I made him strip naked at the door, I handcuffed him up in a chair in my bedroom. I took his vitals, perform oral sex on him. I teased him for a bit, making him answer questions before uncuffing him and engaging in sex with him. I wildly rode him in the chair. I placed my feet on the pegs on the bottom of the chair using it for positive control. I had a belt around his neck and rode him while I choked him with the belt. I flicked his nipples with my free hand. He stood up out the chair, carrying me to the bed where we engaged in very emotional sex. I told him I would always care about him, and that I just want him to be a better person. He said "I know baby". But I don't think he really knew.
He finished in me, (I'm on BC). We kissed and cuddled for a bit. I almost wanted to call the whole thing off. But kept my word and I recuffed him to the chair to finish my role playing. I owed it to the woman at this point, I clearly was the mistress. She was there before me. She met the daughter. She was older. More established. I did care for him. I know it sounds sick. But I needed that farewell. Emotions were still there, regardless to the fact.
I tie him up and the dynamic changes. I pull out my whip, and my candle wax, and some pins and needles. Fighting back tears, I take a needle and drag it across the bottom of his feet. He clearly was uneasy, I then ask him "do you like this and you want me to keep going?". I had my camcorder going also. I just need your consent. He says "yes baby". I then drip baby oil all over him. And I ask "who is Riley". "What? My buddy from work". I whip him 10 times violently. "Jesus, what the fuck!". I ask him again. And this continues. For about fifteen minutes. "Do you want me to stop?". I ask him. He was welped up, literally shaking in the chair. "Just ease up a bit".
I ask him about the death in the family. He lied again so I dropped candle wax down his legs and back. He moaned. Through all of this he was erect and it took everything in me not to ride it again. This is what we did. We had rough, kinky sex. He would choke me out with items, put me over his legs and whip me, etc. but this time was different. I heard the front door open. "Did you lock the door" he asked. Yes I did". I responded.
I walked up to him. I looked him in his eyes. "I care about you. You're a great father, you pay your taxes, and you take care of your mother. But you have lost your relationship with god. You don't love yourself. And that makes it hard for you to love women properly. I want better for you. I want to see you do better, and become better. Don't let your karma for how to treat women, be passed to your daughter. I hate that I have to be the one to teach you this lesson. I want you to learn from this. Change, and come back and find me." I shed a tear. I kissed him deeply. He looked so dazed. And I walked out the room and passed his woman the whip.
She enters the room. Immediately picks up the hot wax and pours it on him from his head down. He hollers with pain. She then violently uppercut him and began to beat him. He stood up with the chair, and ran out naked with his hands behind his back tied to the chair. I called her when it was over and I apologized for being apart of her pain. She said she was done with him, and disgusted. I told her I wasn't sure, but I wasn't going to talk to him for a while. I told her that I would check on her mentally here and there. To see your man like that has to be a lot. There's some childhood sexual abuse that he had disclosed to me that he never told her, and there's things we talked about about his depression and mental health that was hard for me to shake. I had him so vulnerable and let her in to do that, I felt guilty in a sense but my emotions are so mixed.
A week after that she blocked me on everything. She posted a picture in a club with red lipstick on. She either went back, or she can't stand to see the site of me and that reminder. I did send him Versace to his home with a letter. I just wanted to know how much of it was real. I know he's a narcissist, you lied about a death in the family to cheat. You lied and you carried on a affair with me for almost a year. But did you really get molested as child? Was it real to you? The laughing. The bonding. The late nights, and early mornings. Coming to my home playing our favorite song. Showing up to the hospital for me when I had panic attacks. Building a bond with my child. Was all that just for gain? What exactly did you gain? And the fact that she blocked me leads me to believe she went back. But that doesn't erase what we had at all. I'd rather go down as the one who got away. But it's still hurtful.
Okay I'm done.
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Two months or so after that, I got in contact with somebody named Riley, who claimed to be his girlfriend of roughly a year. I am 25, she is 38, and he is 36. I have a toddler, and they both have teenage daughters, who are very close. He lied extensively about his whereabouts to me and her so she asked me to call him with her on three-way, and I did. During this call he continues to deny her existence, and he even took it as far as telling me that he had a death in the family, and he had to go to New York to help his family. In fact, he took her on a family trip with the two of their children. I have never met the daughter, he wanted to wait until we hit a year to make sure I was permanent according to him lol.
He told her that he had to work on Valentine's Day, and Mother's Day, but he, in fact, was with me on Valentine's Day, and spent Mother's Day with me and my son. She even got to hear him telling me that he loves me, and that there's nowhere else that he would rather be, she doesn't exist, just a buddy from work. So the woman gets enraged and tells me to invite him to my house and that she wants to pop up.
I invite him over, and we engage in role-play as we normally do. On this particular night, I was dressed up as a very sexy nurse. He entered the house, and I made him strip naked at the door, I handcuffed him up in a chair in my bedroom. I took his vitals, perform oral sex on him. I teased him for a bit, making him answer questions before uncuffing him and engaging in sex with him. I wildly rode him in the chair. I placed my feet on the pegs on the bottom of the chair using it for positive control. I had a belt around his neck and rode him while I choked him with the belt. I flicked his nipples with my free hand. He stood up out the chair, carrying me to the bed where we engaged in very emotional sex. I told him I would always care about him, and that I just want him to be a better person. He said "I know baby". But I don't think he really knew.
He finished in me, (I'm on BC). We kissed and cuddled for a bit. I almost wanted to call the whole thing off. But kept my word and I recuffed him to the chair to finish my role playing. I owed it to the woman at this point, I clearly was the mistress. She was there before me. She met the daughter. She was older. More established. I did care for him. I know it sounds sick. But I needed that farewell. Emotions were still there, regardless to the fact.
I tie him up and the dynamic changes. I pull out my whip, and my candle wax, and some pins and needles. Fighting back tears, I take a needle and drag it across the bottom of his feet. He clearly was uneasy, I then ask him "do you like this and you want me to keep going?". I had my camcorder going also. I just need your consent. He says "yes baby". I then drip baby oil all over him. And I ask "who is Riley". "What? My buddy from work". I whip him 10 times violently. "Jesus, what the fuck!". I ask him again. And this continues. For about fifteen minutes. "Do you want me to stop?". I ask him. He was welped up, literally shaking in the chair. "Just ease up a bit".
I ask him about the death in the family. He lied again so I dropped candle wax down his legs and back. He moaned. Through all of this he was erect and it took everything in me not to ride it again. This is what we did. We had rough, kinky sex. He would choke me out with items, put me over his legs and whip me, etc. but this time was different. I heard the front door open. "Did you lock the door" he asked. Yes I did". I responded.
I walked up to him. I looked him in his eyes. "I care about you. You're a great father, you pay your taxes, and you take care of your mother. But you have lost your relationship with god. You don't love yourself. And that makes it hard for you to love women properly. I want better for you. I want to see you do better, and become better. Don't let your karma for how to treat women, be passed to your daughter. I hate that I have to be the one to teach you this lesson. I want you to learn from this. Change, and come back and find me." I shed a tear. I kissed him deeply. He looked so dazed. And I walked out the room and passed his woman the whip.
She enters the room. Immediately picks up the hot wax and pours it on him from his head down. He hollers with pain. She then violently uppercut him and began to beat him. He stood up with the chair, and ran out naked with his hands behind his back tied to the chair. I called her when it was over and I apologized for being apart of her pain. She said she was done with him, and disgusted. I told her I wasn't sure, but I wasn't going to talk to him for a while. I told her that I would check on her mentally here and there. To see your man like that has to be a lot. There's some childhood sexual abuse that he had disclosed to me that he never told her, and there's things we talked about about his depression and mental health that was hard for me to shake. I had him so vulnerable and let her in to do that, I felt guilty in a sense but my emotions are so mixed.
A week after that she blocked me on everything. She posted a picture in a club with red lipstick on. She either went back, or she can't stand to see the site of me and that reminder. I did send him Versace to his home with a letter. I just wanted to know how much of it was real. I know he's a narcissist, you lied about a death in the family to cheat. You lied and you carried on a affair with me for almost a year. But did you really get molested as child? Was it real to you? The laughing. The bonding. The late nights, and early mornings. Coming to my home playing our favorite song. Showing up to the hospital for me when I had panic attacks. Building a bond with my child. Was all that just for gain? What exactly did you gain? And the fact that she blocked me leads me to believe she went back. But that doesn't erase what we had at all. I'd rather go down as the one who got away. But it's still hurtful.
Okay I'm done.
2023.05.28 15:35 PartyQuietboy My parents ruined my life and now it's too late.
Mentions of: addiction, mental illness, self harm.
I had a rough childhood in almost every aspect, growing up was hard.. right from the start I was having trouble excelling in school. I flunked my first year of kindergarten, and then I had to repeat the 8th grade. It was a miracle every time that I somehow made it through. I paid attention and studied hard, but there was just something that wasn't right and I didn't understand. My parents boiled it down to me not paying attention and I would just cry because I knew that wasn't the case.. trying to talk back and have an actual conversation with my parents was impossible though.. I'd get a smack to the face from my mother, and don't let it be my father I was talking back to! He'd beat me until another tear wasn't able to fall.. my father was an alcoholic and always kept the cupboards packed with booze, when I was 14 I snuck some for myself to just see what was so good about it, and I thought it'd be a fun experience.. I was already dealing with tons of anxiety and self loathing at this age, I felt like a fucking failure and after that first night of trying alcohol- I found my cope. I started getting drunk alone in my room when my parents would go to bed at least 4-5 nights out of the week.. I was scared of being caught , but I thought that my father was getting too drunk every night to realize whether or not he drank the alcohol that was missing, I was right.
prioritizing drinking over my school work caused my grades to flunk further, by the time I made it into the 10th grade I was 18, still struggling and holding on by a thread. Literally all I could think about was getting home and drinking my problems away. I dropped out of school because it was getting increasingly harder, making friends was easy for me as a kid, but when I entered my teenage years, it's like my personality left and I felt/still feel like a walking mental illness.. I didn't know how to be happy or have fun anymore, my only idea of fun was drinking, which I did alone. After dropping out, I stayed at home most days, jacking off during the day to pass time, I was always ready for it to be night time.. I knew I was addicted, but I didn't care. Dropping out of school was the biggest mistake ever, for the next year and half that's literally all I did, drink and masturbate. My dad was still very emotionally abusive, but he didn't physically abuse me anymore.. I think because I reached his height and level of strength at that point. They harassed me about getting a job everyday and told me I needed therapy, and that they'd pay for it. I refused and all of this just led to more resentment, how are you going to offer help for what caused? I struggled with symptoms of OCD growing up, it was basically just the kind that my mind would get set on a situation and I'd end up overthinking it.. these thoughts came from a place of concern, but then I started to suffer from very very frightening intrusive thoughts- everyday my mind was plagued with the thought of killing my parents, especially my dad. The fact that my father had guns locked up in the house made these thoughts even scarier for me. I thought at one point I was going to actually end up doing it- it felt like my real self was watered down and that some kind of evil lived in me and I felt like I was barely in control of my own body. I used to stare at the guns/knives in the kitchen and just try to actually think about what it would be like.. by doing this, I thought it would scare me out of having these thoughts, but they only grew stronger.. because of this, I started to abuse alcohol even more, sleeping more hrs of the day and would go for walks randomly to put myself at a distance to protect my parents from my own self.. my family has never been been the religious kind, but I would just pray at night and ask God to take these thoughts away or at least let me die in my sleep. Suicidal thoughts never stayed with me long, I wanted to die, but I was too weak to do it myself. Every cope that I had worked somewhat, but I needed something more, I started to cut myself on my arms/thighs/and chest and it made living a bit easier. The thoughts still continued to grow and I had no options, I was either going to end up commiting a crime so evil, or accept help from my parents.. so I did.
I started to attend one therapy session a week until my therapist suggested I started seeing him twice a week.. I told him about my sick obsessive thoughts, how I've been drinking since I was 14, the self harming, and how I struggled in school.. that topic kinda stayed on the back burner for like 3 months because I was dealing with much scarier stuff at the time. I ended up getting an official diagnosis for depression, OCD and ADHD.. which probably explains a lot for why I struggled in school so much. I was prescribed Zoloft but due to his knowing of my struggles with alcohol, I wasn't able to get a narcotic for my ADHD. my OCD started to simmer down some l, but the thought still stayed in the back of my head always and was overwhelming. I was able to get a job in a factory, working in an environment like this was terrible.. I tried to avoid talking to others because I never wanted there to be a potential conflict, I was scared that if that happened I would end up being plagued with the thoughts of hurting others, it happened from time to time.. but those thoughts wore off, my thought of hurting my parents is still with me to this day. I continued to work up until I could get my own place, it was a crappy apartment, but at least being there kept me in distance from my parents, the only time I went over to visit was when I wanted to steal some alcohol.. which was often.
I had gotten a hold on the self harming, well besides drinking.. I was almost 20 at this point and then me and my therapist started to speak more about how about how I struggled in school.. how it was the spark for me falling into addiction. I then was diagnosed with dyscalculia and dysgraphia.. everything started to make sense now, I finally knew why I struggled so badly in school and now it was too late.. I never received any help, you'd think that someone in the school system would have suggested help- but no.. it was just brushed off as laziness. And the only response I got from bad grades, is a beating. After that diagnosis I started to self harm again, I was cutting almost everyday. This made my resentment grow for my parents, to the point of hatred for the both of them, especially my father.. my mother was abusive too, and I was definitely neglected as a child, but I blame my father even more.. this led me back to having the same thoughts and they were stronger than ever. I stopped going over there and eventually was able to buy alcohol from a gas station that didn't bother to ID.. I had so much built up anger and I had to take it out on someone or something.. every time I would get drunk, I'd end up punching more and more holes in my wall.. I'm afraid to move because I know I'd be sued out the ass. It's now been another year, im 21 and haven't spoken to my parents in like 7 months for the sake of their own safety.. I can't make friends, have a girlfriend, or even have a pet because I'm insanely afraid of what I could do in moments of rage.. besides the meds, I stopped going to therapy because I wasn't really getting anywhere. I feel like a lost cause and I really don't know what to do. What's there to work with? I have no intelligence, I'm severally mentally ill, realistically, I'll probably stay working a dead end job until I die alone of liver failure or something. I know this post was long, so if you read all of this, thank you.
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I had a rough childhood in almost every aspect, growing up was hard.. right from the start I was having trouble excelling in school. I flunked my first year of kindergarten, and then I had to repeat the 8th grade. It was a miracle every time that I somehow made it through. I paid attention and studied hard, but there was just something that wasn't right and I didn't understand. My parents boiled it down to me not paying attention and I would just cry because I knew that wasn't the case.. trying to talk back and have an actual conversation with my parents was impossible though.. I'd get a smack to the face from my mother, and don't let it be my father I was talking back to! He'd beat me until another tear wasn't able to fall.. my father was an alcoholic and always kept the cupboards packed with booze, when I was 14 I snuck some for myself to just see what was so good about it, and I thought it'd be a fun experience.. I was already dealing with tons of anxiety and self loathing at this age, I felt like a fucking failure and after that first night of trying alcohol- I found my cope. I started getting drunk alone in my room when my parents would go to bed at least 4-5 nights out of the week.. I was scared of being caught , but I thought that my father was getting too drunk every night to realize whether or not he drank the alcohol that was missing, I was right.
prioritizing drinking over my school work caused my grades to flunk further, by the time I made it into the 10th grade I was 18, still struggling and holding on by a thread. Literally all I could think about was getting home and drinking my problems away. I dropped out of school because it was getting increasingly harder, making friends was easy for me as a kid, but when I entered my teenage years, it's like my personality left and I felt/still feel like a walking mental illness.. I didn't know how to be happy or have fun anymore, my only idea of fun was drinking, which I did alone. After dropping out, I stayed at home most days, jacking off during the day to pass time, I was always ready for it to be night time.. I knew I was addicted, but I didn't care. Dropping out of school was the biggest mistake ever, for the next year and half that's literally all I did, drink and masturbate. My dad was still very emotionally abusive, but he didn't physically abuse me anymore.. I think because I reached his height and level of strength at that point. They harassed me about getting a job everyday and told me I needed therapy, and that they'd pay for it. I refused and all of this just led to more resentment, how are you going to offer help for what caused? I struggled with symptoms of OCD growing up, it was basically just the kind that my mind would get set on a situation and I'd end up overthinking it.. these thoughts came from a place of concern, but then I started to suffer from very very frightening intrusive thoughts- everyday my mind was plagued with the thought of killing my parents, especially my dad. The fact that my father had guns locked up in the house made these thoughts even scarier for me. I thought at one point I was going to actually end up doing it- it felt like my real self was watered down and that some kind of evil lived in me and I felt like I was barely in control of my own body. I used to stare at the guns/knives in the kitchen and just try to actually think about what it would be like.. by doing this, I thought it would scare me out of having these thoughts, but they only grew stronger.. because of this, I started to abuse alcohol even more, sleeping more hrs of the day and would go for walks randomly to put myself at a distance to protect my parents from my own self.. my family has never been been the religious kind, but I would just pray at night and ask God to take these thoughts away or at least let me die in my sleep. Suicidal thoughts never stayed with me long, I wanted to die, but I was too weak to do it myself. Every cope that I had worked somewhat, but I needed something more, I started to cut myself on my arms/thighs/and chest and it made living a bit easier. The thoughts still continued to grow and I had no options, I was either going to end up commiting a crime so evil, or accept help from my parents.. so I did.
I started to attend one therapy session a week until my therapist suggested I started seeing him twice a week.. I told him about my sick obsessive thoughts, how I've been drinking since I was 14, the self harming, and how I struggled in school.. that topic kinda stayed on the back burner for like 3 months because I was dealing with much scarier stuff at the time. I ended up getting an official diagnosis for depression, OCD and ADHD.. which probably explains a lot for why I struggled in school so much. I was prescribed Zoloft but due to his knowing of my struggles with alcohol, I wasn't able to get a narcotic for my ADHD. my OCD started to simmer down some l, but the thought still stayed in the back of my head always and was overwhelming. I was able to get a job in a factory, working in an environment like this was terrible.. I tried to avoid talking to others because I never wanted there to be a potential conflict, I was scared that if that happened I would end up being plagued with the thoughts of hurting others, it happened from time to time.. but those thoughts wore off, my thought of hurting my parents is still with me to this day. I continued to work up until I could get my own place, it was a crappy apartment, but at least being there kept me in distance from my parents, the only time I went over to visit was when I wanted to steal some alcohol.. which was often.
I had gotten a hold on the self harming, well besides drinking.. I was almost 20 at this point and then me and my therapist started to speak more about how about how I struggled in school.. how it was the spark for me falling into addiction. I then was diagnosed with dyscalculia and dysgraphia.. everything started to make sense now, I finally knew why I struggled so badly in school and now it was too late.. I never received any help, you'd think that someone in the school system would have suggested help- but no.. it was just brushed off as laziness. And the only response I got from bad grades, is a beating. After that diagnosis I started to self harm again, I was cutting almost everyday. This made my resentment grow for my parents, to the point of hatred for the both of them, especially my father.. my mother was abusive too, and I was definitely neglected as a child, but I blame my father even more.. this led me back to having the same thoughts and they were stronger than ever. I stopped going over there and eventually was able to buy alcohol from a gas station that didn't bother to ID.. I had so much built up anger and I had to take it out on someone or something.. every time I would get drunk, I'd end up punching more and more holes in my wall.. I'm afraid to move because I know I'd be sued out the ass. It's now been another year, im 21 and haven't spoken to my parents in like 7 months for the sake of their own safety.. I can't make friends, have a girlfriend, or even have a pet because I'm insanely afraid of what I could do in moments of rage.. besides the meds, I stopped going to therapy because I wasn't really getting anywhere. I feel like a lost cause and I really don't know what to do. What's there to work with? I have no intelligence, I'm severally mentally ill, realistically, I'll probably stay working a dead end job until I die alone of liver failure or something. I know this post was long, so if you read all of this, thank you.
2023.05.28 15:34 WonderBottle23 Dating in college while having difference lifestyles
Pasensya na for asking for relationship advice in a subreddit like this but siguro kinailangan ko lang ito ilabas.
Napakahirap pala talaga kapag may difference kayo in lifestyles and socio-economic background when you're two college students dating. Ako ang nasa lower end ng relationship kasi saktong-sakto lang ang bigay na allowance for rent and everyday food. No room for luxury meals or rewarding myself. Meanwhile partner ko, kayang kumain sa mga medyo mid-to-upper range prices ng food everyday.
My partner helps me naman in my finances, and every single time, I really try to pay back immediately, even if nauubusan ako kaagad ng pera.
Just letting this out kasi masyado nang mahirap ikeep sa sarili na sobrang inggit na ako sa kaniyang comfortable lifestyle. And hindi ko gustong ibuhos sa kaniya ang frustration na ito kasi wala rin siyang magagawa. Any advice on what I can do to manage this emotion?
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Napakahirap pala talaga kapag may difference kayo in lifestyles and socio-economic background when you're two college students dating. Ako ang nasa lower end ng relationship kasi saktong-sakto lang ang bigay na allowance for rent and everyday food. No room for luxury meals or rewarding myself. Meanwhile partner ko, kayang kumain sa mga medyo mid-to-upper range prices ng food everyday.
My partner helps me naman in my finances, and every single time, I really try to pay back immediately, even if nauubusan ako kaagad ng pera.
Just letting this out kasi masyado nang mahirap ikeep sa sarili na sobrang inggit na ako sa kaniyang comfortable lifestyle. And hindi ko gustong ibuhos sa kaniya ang frustration na ito kasi wala rin siyang magagawa. Any advice on what I can do to manage this emotion?
2023.05.28 15:34 Valachio List of Public Libraries in Shanghai and which ones are good/bad?
Hi all. Canadian-Chinese just moved to Shanghai, hopefully for a long time (depending on how quickly I manage to get temp rezzy permit).
I'm looking to rent a place for ~3 months that's beside a public library because I need a good "coworking office" and coffeeshops don't do it for me because they're too loud.
I'm currently living at a hotel beside the main Shanghai library (name is literally 上海图书馆) but I know there are many other public libraries in shanghai.
I need help finding a list of all the public libraries in Shanghai. I thought it would be easy to find but I just spent like 20 minutes looking it up on baidu and can't find a complete list of them.
Also I would love to know which ones are good and bad. The main library is quite good and I like it. The main downside of this area is that it doesn't really have anything cool around it.
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I'm looking to rent a place for ~3 months that's beside a public library because I need a good "coworking office" and coffeeshops don't do it for me because they're too loud.
I'm currently living at a hotel beside the main Shanghai library (name is literally 上海图书馆) but I know there are many other public libraries in shanghai.
I need help finding a list of all the public libraries in Shanghai. I thought it would be easy to find but I just spent like 20 minutes looking it up on baidu and can't find a complete list of them.
Also I would love to know which ones are good and bad. The main library is quite good and I like it. The main downside of this area is that it doesn't really have anything cool around it.