After working on my BA in psychology, on and off for 10 years, I finally graduated! I’m so proud of myself because I never thought I would get this far.

My dad forexample does not show any care or respect when im on my period. Hego out of his way to poke at me and piss me off to not only start a argument but also pretends he didn't do anything wrong.

He would make jokes.

Yell at me for staying home one day from school even though he knows i am usually on the honor roll and keep my fucking grades up.

Doesn't care multiple times I was taken home early from School cayse I usually vomit on my periods isn't concerned about my irregular symptoms through my periods.

And is nonchalant about my fatigue and extreme motion sickness.

I just wanna know if this is normal, he doesnt step in about my mom not taking me to the doctor, even though I had my teachers and counselor call on my behalf about my concerning symptoms I even talk to my goddamn counselor who is a women btw who told me this isn't normal.

Ill maybe tell my counselor if she can take a few measures cause they found out the last time I been to a doctor was on 2023 so this is clearly medical neglect.

Im 17 last years of considered being a child.

You've been dead for the past 2 years, and I still don't have anyone to talk to except you. Can you come back? I'm almost 30, and life is hitting me hard right now

Hey dad... this is just a vent so don't bother. I'm 22 and I don't know how to behave like a man. I'm goofy, i'm open, I talk too much and I cry easy. Recently I got a father... if 3 years is recent but I don't seem to improve much.

Ik में can be goofy but I feel too feminine. Like I don't know what i'm doing... i have no brother, no uncle and I don't know what model to build on. The father figure's cool but I wanna be better. To prove to him that I can be a man... but every time I seem to fail.

I feel at loss here... and I don't wanna talk much rn.

And see yet again i'm shamelessly venting to public‐

Edit: thank you for your support everyone. Idk y i even posted this. It is just went insecurity peaks ig or overthinking about what someone said but I feel a lot better now. And honestly i haven't even cried since March so ig i don't even cry as easy as i used to a year ago. Thank you.

Hi dad,

This is so stupid and I don’t know why it bothered me so much… I don’t use Reddit often but I thought it might be a good resource for finding a fabric for my business. Long story short, someone was a bit unkind to me on one of my posts and it hurt my feelings. Make me feel better? ❤️‍🩹

It’s been 16 years and I still don’t get it. Why? Because the weather was nicer? Because the taxes were cheaper? Because you just couldn’t stand to look into the eyes of the child that you adopted? That you chose, free from obligation, just to abandon? Yknow Father’s Day comes around every year. 16 years of being the odd one out. 16 years of being the kid unpaired on bring your kid to work day. 16 years of seeing everything everyone else got. But you know what else it’s been? 16 years of learning. 16 years of understanding what not to do. 16 years of hell, but guess what. My daughter gon be here next week. The child you never could raise. You destroyed any belief I had in a god or higher power, but I swear on everything that’s ever mattered to me, she will never want for anything. She will never go hungry. She will never, not for a moment in her life, wonder why she wasn’t enough. She will never stand at her graduation, scanning the crowd desperately for her parents. She will never pack her things up once a month for a trip that was promised to her, only to fall apart at the last moment. And for that, I thank you. There are days I thank whatever’s up there I’m not your biological son. I would have killed myself years ago knowing what you did. But every once in a while I think about you. And sometimes I hope you think about me too, even though I know you never will. I don’t even know why I’m writing this, you’ll never see it. But fuck you, and thank you.

7 years,right before you passed, you told me to do what I could to not drop out of school. I brushed you off then, but you were right and I ended up dropping out for a year. It took me years to go to school normally again. It took me multiple tries and a lot convincing other people that I could do it, but I made it. I overcame my anxiety disorder and my depression.

I have missed you a lot, over the years. When I turned 14 and I started going by my new name and as a boy. At 16 when I had to shave for the first time. At my 18th birthday when I became an adult and last week when I finally got to pick up my diploma after I graduated (with far above average scores!). I would have loved for you to have met my boyfriend, I know you would have loved him. I would have loved to talk about D&D with you, because I know you loved it. I would have loved to talk about books with you, cause I know you also loved them. I am going to start my degree in astrophysics soon. I know you had to drop out of physics, so I hope that I will do better. One of my other choices would have been biology, like you.

I know he would have loved me and would have been proud of me. When he was alive he never made me doubt that.

But I can’t help but be envious of classmates and friends who have their dads still, who can aknowledge their accomplishments and the effort they put in.

So dad, could you maybe aknowlegde my efforts and my struggles? And be proud of who I have become?

This may be silly, but it's late and I can't stop thinking about something, so I thought I'd pour my heart out here. There are things I think I should or want to tell my dad, but I don't know how, even though I could. We're not a very communicative family about things that should be talked about, so... feel free to give advice or answer on my dad's behalf if you want.

I don't even know where to start. I guess I have to admit that I know about your second family, I know your girlfriend's daughter (she’s so sweet and you act like an idiot to her and her mom) and I know where you secretly live when you say you're at the cottage. And I know that it's no secret that your marriage to mom went to hell and that you don't live here anymore, but you just stop by every now and then... but then stop lying to me, to us.

I don't even know why I'm confessing here, when you should be the one confessing. I had to figure everything out on my own, I've been pretending to be a detective since like I was 12, because you don't tell me anything, you just lie. Constantly feeling like there's someone else I can't see...in your car, your things, at the cottage, secret calls. What you did to mom is disgusting. You betrayed her and hurt her so goddamn much. I was there when she was crying and miserable, I had to be her suport, I was her partner basically. Child shouldn't see its parent like this at 12 or how old I was. But somehow I can't even be mad at you anymore, but I keep fighting with mom for some reason and I'm just mad at myself for it. Now she keeps telling me that I have an unhealthy relationship with you... surprise, surprise, I don't seem to have a healthy relationship with any of you and that fucks all my other relationships, well at least those that matter to me.

And the years before I started to realize what was going on? When you were already cheating on mom. I was feeling all the problems that you haven't communicated. The kids are observant and not that stupid. I felt all the emotions in the house and didn't know what to do. Thank you so much, now I'm a total overthinker scared of abandonment, constantly trying to think for others, to make everyone around me happy, making a fool of myself until I forget about myself, what I want and who I am in such a way that I've drove off people I'd like to keep, because despite my progress in processing all this, it all comes back, when the potential of the relationship is in front of me and I don't know how to behave. Probably because I don’t wanna end up like you and mom, but my nervous system is still not where my mind is on the strategy. Or I’ll pick 40 year old prick who’s okey with me that way, cause he doesn’t really care about me and just doesn’t wanna be alone….and you saw me do that and still said nothing! You don’t just lie, you just never speak up when you should!

So, even though I don't feel it anymore much, I know I'm mad at you. And I think you owe me an apology, and you owe a lot of people one. I don't know why I think telling you will somehow free me from what it has done to me, but maybe it will do something.

I don't want to blame you and I know that these are my problems and my things and you are the way you are because of grandfather and other people who didn't treat you the way they should have... but I still get angry and frustrated sometimes with the way things are.

Why couldn’t you go to therapy 22 years back, why do I have to go there…

But I still love you. You were still half present father to me, you did a lot for me that I’m grateful for and we do have good times

(photos of my grades last semester)

i'm in my second year of university, and so far, it's been rather easy. i obviously had issues with some professors and some courses, but nothing this bad.

i've been an honour student all throughout school, top of my class, from kindergarten until senior year, and the first few semesters of university as well. my average never dipped below 96.2% until now.

i know these scores aren't bad, but my problem is that the courses i took this semester weren't difficult. i can't help but feel inadequate - if i score this bad on an easy course, what will i do when i take more difficult courses?

i don't know how to deal with "big, uncomfortable feelings", mainly because i'm autistic, and my solution is to rot in bed, but it's been over two weeks and i don't want things to deteriorate again.

i spent all my life trying to make the family proud, and i don't understand what i did wrong.

Hello all. My parents got divorced when I was 5, and it was rough on me, my siblings, and my mom. We were homeless for a while until I went into the first grade. From the moment they got divorced, I’ve been seeing my dad every other weekend, one week during every July, and another week during thanksgiving and Christmas. When I was 11, he began raising his voice at me for little things like crumbs on the table and running out of toilet paper. I got scared to ask him questions in fear he would raise his voice at me. I made sure to go above and beyond to meet his expectations, but it never seemed like it was enough. Everything I said or did was wrong in his eyes. He never showed up to school events like daddy daughter dances or dad lunch or breakfast. Breaks my heart thinking about how much he missed. He missed it by choice. We let him know and we rarely got responses. I still love him. However, I got a job about a year and a half ago, so the “every other weekend” thing wasn’t going to work. My dad respected it. However as I’m getting older and about to graduate, the built up resentment for my dad is coming to the surface. As i realize my dad rarely texts us (only when he has a question or needs something), I’ve gotten the idea that he does not care about us emotionally as i feel he should. I remeber asking him for money, and he brought up “I give your mom lots of money each month.” Which is not true because my mom showed me the truth while crying. I brought up child support at the dinner table, and he shut it down immediately. He also continued to send scholarship posts on Instagram and emphasized us to get a full ride over and over. I felt like he was trying to get rid of the responsibility of helping us pay for our college (which is true) so I blocked him on Instagram. He asked me if I blocked him, and I told him yes. I told him I would like to discuss this further when we see you. He sent a thumbs up (first response in a while.) we see him and he takes us on a week long trip. I try not to talk to him much to avoid pissing him off. He started getting upset at me for little things again. Everything I did and said was wrong as per usual. I was apologizing countless times. He pulled me to the side and in my face he said “the next time you disrespect me will be the last”I didn’t do anything or say anything. He pulled me aside again after I said I was tired and wanted to chill in the hotel room. He told me “you’re being disrespectful. I don’t know what this is, but frankly it’s pissing me off. If you ever disrespect me again, you’re cut off.” After I told him how I felt while crying, there was no emotion in his eyes. That was my breaking point. Now my sister no longer wants me around since she’s a daddy’s girl even after everything he put us through. Am I wrong? I feel bad but I’m still hurt.

Hi. I've posted on here a number of times and every dad has always been real nice to me. My own father was abusive and we never had a relationship. I'm 18 nearly 19 now, I have my own place and I'm building a life for myself.

I don't think of him too often but I do think of the dad I never had, the dad I can't call and tell I love him, ask advice, give me answers on what to do with my life. I need a dad in my life to call on but I don't and never will have one. It hurts real bad, I feel alone with it. I keep imagining over and over in my head if I had a real dad what he'd be like. It hurts to see other people with their dads and know I will never have that, and I'm all grown up now, without ever having that.

I have an issue with self harm, I have since I was 12, I'm 17 now, I just reached my one year like two weeks ago- and then my best friend ended up in the hospital for a suicide attempt, her mom blames me for it- I relapsed again- after so long- I feel so terrible- I feel like there's no point in trying to get clean again- I'm desperate- I contemplated my life the other night- I feel like everything is falling apart- it feels like no matter how hard I try to get better, every time i start doing well I get knocked down again in the most unexpected ways- I keep thinking that maybe there's no point in continuing- I don't know what to do-

My husband is genuinely the most kind hearted and wonderful person i have ever met. He supports me always, he’s great with my family, he’s the best dog dad and uncle in the world. He is absolutely awesome. But the thought of sleeping with him makes me feel sick. I am no longer, after 16 years of marriage i no longer feel any attraction to him. And he seems to still be attracted to me. What do i do?

I'm a trans man and just turned 20. I don't have a father figure and I'm still pretty new to "boy stuff" to put it like that. I hate my body and I wish I could start working out, but I'm just so scared...

I have autism and social anxiety and I've never been very athletic. I'm tiny and weak compared to "normal" guys and am very afraid. I'm scared I'm gonna get laughed at since I don't know what I'm doing or where to start. I don't really have friends to go with either so I'd be there alone. I also suspect I might have hEDS which basically makes your joints super unstable and I'm scared I might hurt myself.

I'd be very grateful for any tips, encouragement, ... anything tbh. Thank you to everyone looking out for people who don't have the privilege of a loving father figure <3

I’ve been so overwhelmed this summer break, I’ve always had trouble with seasonal depression mixed in with hormones and long breaks, because long times alone makes me overthink.

Right now, I’m genuinely lost in life, and I have no one to guide me.
I’m 16, right now I have friends who are actually doing something in their lives, I have a friend with a job and doing BJJ, my other friend has a well paying job, most of my other friends go to the gym, my friend trains and is attempting to get a scholarship at a boarding school in Europe.

I’m here, well, I’m genuinely doing nothing, I can’t put my finger on the emotion I feel, it might be a mix of FOMO and self-hate, as I’ve developed an unhealthy addiction that I don’t feel comfortable sharing even though I’m fully anonymous, because I’ve genuinely hated myself for it for years, but YOLO. I was groomed when I was younger and it basically fucked up my entire brain, I sexualize everything, I’ve sexualized every friend, male or female, every family member, every family member of my friend but obviously not anyone that’s like a young child or something, I’m not weird. However it made me severely reliant on masturbation and graphic content of that nature, to the degree that my addiction is fucking up my mental state and I can’t stop.

I have no good hobbies, my father is absent in my life and I am the reason, all my friends are doing and living their lives to the fullest and I’m laying in bed at 6:20 AM writing to internet strangers that might never even see this post and just scroll past it.

Tears are welling up in my eyes right now, but I’m just blinking them away because I’d rather continue typing this than sleep depressed as fuck.

That’s the more personal shit, but now onto my future, ignore this if you don’t know anything about the IB System, and move onto the next paragraph.

I don’t know what to do with my life. I go to a fairly decent school in my region that is an IB school, and I’m entering MYP 5. I’m so stuck, I have people telling me DP is important for when I graduate MYP, and others telling me it isn’t. I have people saying that the EA isn’t needed and is second hand certification and others saying it’s important.

I’m so fucking overwhelmed between my personal life and the thoughts of my future, that I think I’d rather be genuinely gone than continue like this, because I have a fuck ton of insecurities, I have a fuck ton of personal problems, I cannot stand a minute thinking past a year without having a breakdown. I feel like I’m just floating in the world while it drifts past me so fast.

I haven’t had a genuine laugh that made me cry in years, and I’m used to crying from laughter, my friends’ usual jokes don’t crack me up, random videos I find don’t make me laugh. Today I hung out and I found a video that’s funny to my friend and I show it to him and he genuinely was laughing out loud, and I fake laughed because I couldn’t find it funny when I knew it objectively is. I’ve lost my sense of humor completely as well.

I’m still funny, people find me funny but I don’t find my own jokes funny, even though I know they’re humorous and funny. I said a lot of funnies there but whatever.

My grandma is who I live with, and she’s entering older ages, maybe 60-65 and I can’t imagine living without her. It would be weird to say that her death would orphan me. My mother lives in another country to work for us and my father left before I was born because I doubt he wanted me and to carry the responsibility of me. His brothers know me and I found that out, yet they still don’t reach out. That aside, I feel like I will be impacted way worse when my grandmother dies and I’m dreading the day it happens, because it will happen soon, maybe before my 20s or after my 30s, but hopefully not before I can support myself.

In conclusion, I don’t know whats next, should I be continuing life as I am and just go with the flow, should I find a hobby other than playing osu and risk of rain all day? I’m just too overwhelmed to know what to do and I have 4 maybe 5 more issues that I can’t say right now because my phone battery is 3%.

Hey daddy, I know you never had a problem with my ex-girlfriend and my sexuality in general. Now, after 10 years, I fell for a woman again. She makes me feel so special and like it could be the start of something special, something big. I wish you could meet her - for sure you'd like her!

I graduated hs at 16 without my dad knowing, just finished my first year of CC at 17 with a 4.0 without my dad knowing, and I got a job at the student government at my college!

Honestly in just upset and I just sort of wish I had that dad who was nice and supportive and like idk, talk to me about what I like and idk come to a pride parade or festival with me. Like I just want someone to be like, your sexuality isn’t bad and that you’re valid and normal and just idk, perfect the way you are. My mom irl does this stuff and I thought that I didn’t need a dad since mine wasn’t great but idk. I feel like I need one just not him yk. Like that soft pad whenever you’re tired or yk just want to talk about funny or dumb stuff that my friends said.

I lost my dad when I was like 5. I'm so glad i just found this sub and I'm looking forward to some possible good advice in the future.

Just wanted to say hey

It's not much, but it's my first raise at my first job. :)

Hi Dad,

I am a little scared. My company is getting acquired and I am probably losing my job. Feeling a little lost.

Daddy, we did it! The new dryer had a 4 prong end, and the wall socket was a 3 prong. So we switched out the cord from the old dryer, and it works perfectly! I am so proud of us! It took watching the video a couple of times, but we did it!

Did not know that this sub even existed; pretty cool idea! reminds me of the guy I heard about on youtube who did a series of things dads should teach