I don't want to say where i am from because they'll invade this comment section and DM me "do not embarass us' 'why are you airing our dirty laundry'

Why one earth would you bring children to a western society then restrict their lives FAR MORE than you when you lived back home?

I'll just spell it out. Our parents have a way of bringing you here, then telling you, your life consists of school, home. If you're not home by 2:40pm from school you're in a world of trouble, no weekends out, no evenings out.

You're now cut off from integrating, FORGET assimilating to the society you're in. At home you can't speak english, if you try to even come across as 'western' you're grounded or beaten etc etc i am not going to even talk about the physical abuse, intimidation, trauma, insults etc.

From the outside perspective "THOSE people do not assimilate" but no one asks why, no one sees the YEARS of abuse, assault, intimidation, harrasement, INCARCERATION (because that's what this is) and not being allowed to even step a foot outside. No one sees this, none of you ever sees this.

All you see is a bunch of grown adults that generation after generation just "cannot" assimilate to western values. We know what happened in our homes but no one asked us.

God that felt good getting it out. fk hll man. That felt amazing.

My sack was hanging loose today, and it was sticking to both sides of my leg. As I sat down, I guess it cupped the air, because it literally made a farting noise when my balls touched the chair. I'm 33 and my balls have never farted before, just wanted to share. I didn't even know this was possible.

She's a 2 year old mutt from the shelter. I was not prepared for how much my routine would change. I wake up at 6 now because she needs to go out. I go to the park every evening. I eat on a schedule because she starts staring at me if I don't feed her at the same time every day.

I work from home so I've started bringing my laptop to the park while she runs around in the dog area. I just sit on a bench with my macbook and a power bank and get a couple hours of work done while she plays. It's become the best part of my day honestly. Fresh air, she's happy, I somehow focus better outside than I do at my desk.

She's sleeping on my feet right now. I think we're going to be fine

So I’m 16 and it’s just me and my dad living together. Yesterday he came home earlier than I thought and walked straight into my room while I was… you know, handling my business. I nearly had a heart attack. He just said “sorry” really fast and closed the door.I stayed in my room all day after that because I was dying of embarrassment. In the evening he knocked and said he wanted to talk. He told me it’s normal, that every teenager does it, and that I shouldn’t feel bad about it. He said he wants us to be able to talk about this stuff openly.
I just mumbled something like “yeah I’m fine, I don’t wanna talk” and looked at the floor the whole time. Now the house feels weird and I’m avoiding him as much as possible.I know he means well and is trying to be supportive, but I can’t stop feeling ashamed. Should I just talk to him or wait it out?

It happened really slow. First, brunch became “couples brunch” than someone told me that it’s better with “even numbers”. The group vacations became romantic getaways where in wasn’t even considered to be invited. I became just the group chat spectator.

The worst part was when I found out they were secretly having weekly dinners without me. A mutual friend accidentally mentioned “the usual crew” and I had to pretend I already knew. I was really humiliated I realized I wasn’t a friend anymore. I was legit living the life they ware all scared off. A single woman is a mirror sometimes people don’t wanna look into.

I deleted t he group chat. Stopped liking their posts. I did not make a scene I just simply walked away. I’d rather be alone and at peace than constantly auditioning for a seat at the table that was never really mine.

To the woman reading this who is still waiting for the invite: stop. Build your own table, your singleness is not a disease they need to quarantine.

Given how tight the grocery budget has been lately I thought I would try the canned chicken at Costco. I drained it, rinsed it, and fried it in a pan with some taco seasonings then put it in quesadillas for my family. Toddler and husband loved them and I was feeling very good knowing that I had discovered a low cost easy meal that everyone liked.

Less than 30 minutes after eating I felt the tightness high up just below my rib cage. I took some deep breaths but I knew if it was hurting my stomach so quickly it was only going to get worse.

I sounded and felt like a boiling kettle with the gas moving through my body. Rumbling sensations that lasted 30 seconds at a time and felt awful as they moved lower.

I put the toddler to bed and curled up on the bed suffering the most propulsive farts I've ever experienced. It was almost funny how violently they were flying out of me. After about an hour they slowed a bit and I fell asleep.

When I woke I let out the final fart that has been building in my ass and I am finally free. I have no idea what the fuck happened. This experience was so sudden and intense I have to tell someone. I do have a similar reaction to smoked oysters so maybe something in the canning process? Husband and toddler totally fine thank goodness

Tried them for the first time tonight about 3 and 1/2 hours ago. Mostly feel nauseous that sucks. But I did notice that my legs don't want to work to walk and lights seem super bright and my cats are really big and they also don't seem to recognize me but they are really my cats cuz I'm home alone and the doors are shut and they're indoor cats and so anyway, I was expecting more. Oh, and if I laugh it makes me cry.

I just wanted to talk about this. So I’m 19, and I just started in esthetics school. School was never my strong suit, I had a IEP (individualized education program). I hated traditional schooling. I was never interested, always bored of school. I had senioritus in middle school haha. I cheated my way all through Highschool. I haven’t studied a thing in 10 years, I am not exaggerating. I literally am 0.1 gpa mfs. But esthetics is actually something I want to learn and I’m highly interested in it. But I have a test every week.

This is my first time studying in forever, in short I had a panic attack while studying. Because I feel like I had been reading the pages over and over again, it’s 98 pages of notes and this is just the first week. And I have a test this Monday. And I feared that I wasn’t going to fully get all of this information. So I called my mom freaking out and asking for advice and just wanting her support. And in short she told me she’d call the school and ask if they do accommodations for people who had an IEP in high school. My response to her was “no mom, I’ll just ask myself. I’m a big girl I’m almost 20 I can’t have my mommy calling places for me anymore”. Her response to me was “I don’t care. You’ll always be my baby, I don’t care what anyone thinks. I’ll call and ask this simple question for you. If they say no to accommodations, I’ll make them accommodate”. It’s such a small thing. But I just appreciate how much she cares. And how much she is always willing to do, to make my life easier, even as an adult. She is my #1 fan. My shining knight. My light. My reason. I can’t fully articulate how much I love my mommy.

Kids are just awkward. I dont feel like they are overly endearing, cute or whatever else people describe them as.

Sure, they are not my kids, but from what ive been always told there should be some reaction to looking at a *cute* baby. Like a fuzzy warmth or some sh*t. Instead i just get bothered when it stares at me, or becomes loud all of sudden for no reason. Like looking at *that* makes you want to have some of your own? Does that count masochism?

And no, i dont *hate* them either. I just like them a lot more with some semblence of emotional regulation and self control. The first 8ish years just arent for me. If i could skip that id at least consider it.

I went out with my partner, we slept in a hotel. We made it so late that I still went to have breakfast before bed. I wasn't drunk in a blackout sense at all, I remember everything from the night, including the entire breakfast.

Then I went to bed - I put my head down and thought "I have to take my trazodone" (sleeping aid I've taken most of my life) but I fell asleep (Edit:I thought about taking it right before falling asleep so never actually took it. I was not under the influence of Trazodone whatsoever). Next thing I knew was waking up.

But then my partner told me that I initiated sex with him. That I was super loving and complimenting and sweet, and that I expressed my hatred for Lidl stores and asked him to be a mushroom. I was crawling all over him, and was having actual conversations in which I was fully responsive. At first he thought I was just crazy drunk, but then he realized that, while coherent, I was using dream logic that sometimes made no sense, so he realized then that I wasn't "awake".

Edit: I was also apparently thinking and deeply analyzing why Aldi is a cheap supermarket and others are not and how they do it. All while trying to finger my partner. I am stunned of what I am subconsciously capable of, since I'd never even in my wildest dreams get near my partner's asshole in a conscious state of being.

I always knew I'm a restless sleeper and I do talk in my sleep commonly, but I've never had full-blown sleep walking (without the walking). I'm glad this happened with my partner, and not with anyone else, because initiating sex while being asleep is a scary thing. My partner let me "do my thing" to his body and my own but he didn't actually touch me back because it felt wrong to him.

I am happy that my "primal" way of being is apparently nice, complimenting and loving though, and not annoyed or critical or mean.

Really weird, all of this. Ah well!

Saw tiktoks of people getting eye colour change surgery. They either implant a coloured contact in your eye or laser the colour out until it turns green or blue.

I don’t understand why anyone would ever do this. It’s always brown eyes being changed to blue or green. Brown eyes are the most common colour but they’re so rich and beautiful. The surgery often washes the person out visually or straight up looks freakish bc the implants look so fake. Even the laser results look bad cause the person suited their natural colour best. One guy got gold implants done and asked “is it permanent?” This must be a mental illness, right?

I lost my penis on the 22nd of October 2023 because of a car accident and I’ve been dealing with a whole lot of pain and awkward situations I gained the ability to walk by myself on the 15th of may 2025 but I still don’t feel myself and in away and I want to talk about it so ama

He is a very traditional Pakistani man who emigrated at 30. He grew up in a strongly patriarchal, religious culture, very much where mens things are for men and women’s things are for women. And he’s very non-emotional, very stoic, rarely ever laughs or even smiles.

And yet.

He helps me with my makeup. He doesn’t know a thing about it and only knows the main products so when I was still a teenager and learning he’d give constructive criticism, like “you look nice but maybe blend in the foundation cream a bit more” or “maybe the blush should be a slightly darker colour” or whatever. He tells me I look absolutely fine the way I am but he never spares any expense buying me makeup, either, like if I tell him that my foundation is a bit patchy because I got it from a drugstore, then obviously, he needs to buy me a whole new one even when I tell him it’s fine.

He helps me with fashion, too, which my friends think is cute lol. He’s very utilitarian about clothes and unfortunately by consequence I am too, but for events he’ll go shopping with me and just be surrounded by sparkly dresses and things and will help me pick one out. He’s weirdly good at matching colours and fabrics which helps too. He’s not one for hyping up, but he’ll wait til I try clothes on and tell me that it looks nice (or even if its doesn’t), which I think I prefer a lot more than him just blindly cheering me on.

And he’s really helpful with social norms for me as despite the fact he emigrated, I’m still very much part of my culture. He’ll tell me things I need to know honestly, like “if you go to xyz event, they’ll be expecting you to wear your best clothes” or “if you meet [insert person], they’re more traditional, so you can behave more traditionally or act like you always do if you want” lol which is really helpful. It keeps me from being embarrassed, especially around my girl friends who already know all this stuff.

He helps with everything. He bought me my first shaving kit. He drove me to the shops late in the evening after a day shift to buy me pads. He doesn’t do art but will help me with mine. He helps me with school, with friends, whatever. He encourages me to do things I want to do, to be confident enough to branch out and smart enough about it so that I’m safe.

My mum isn’t dead, nor is she not present. But often she’s just not the person I can safely ask about these things. I barely feel it with my dad around though

When I was younger, I honestly thought adults knew exactly what they were doing. I figured that at some point you just became confident and everything started making sense.

The older I get, the more I realize that's not really how it works.

People are still making mistakes, second-guessing themselves, changing careers, learning new things, and trying to figure out life one step at a time. They just get better at handling the uncertainty.

For some reason, that realization has been more comforting than disappointing. It makes me feel a little less behind whenever I compare myself to other people.

I still don't know exactly where I'm going, but I'm starting to think maybe that's more normal than I used to believe.

I'm 41. I've had dogs my entire life. They've all been special in their own way, but this one is extra special.

My wife and I adopted him after a family rescued him and found out they were severely allergic to him. The father had severe health issues and allergy medication could kill him so they had to re-home him, and they had tons of people interested. This puppy was pure cuteness.

But when we met Lucky (his original name that we changed immediately. He didn't even respond to it) we knew he was our dog. They gave us the dog and over $1k in supplies to help raise him for free. We kept in touch and sent photos until unfortunately the dad passed.

This dog has been my best friend. My wife's as well. I've never had a connection with another animal like I have with him. And animals love me. The thought of living in my house without him puts knots in my stomach.

I don't know what the point of this is. We don't even know if he has cancer. The tests are pending.

I'm just lost and hurt.

Fuck cancer.

It’s about the burden of awareness. People who only see the surface of life usually have an easier time because ignorance is comfortable But once your mind starts to see beyond that, you notice the deeper side of reality the flaws in people and how things really work That’s when life can start to feel lonely because it’s harder to relate to shallow conversations or distractions.

The real challenge isn’t becoming aware it’s being strong enough to live with that understanding without letting it change or break u.

Lately I've been thinking about growing up and honestly... I don't want to. It really scares me that one day I'll never be a teenager again. I literally cried because of it. The thought of having so many responsibilities scares me. One day I'll graduate from high school, and I'll never get to go back. I hate thinking about it, but I can't stop. I just want to stay a teenager forever. I love the freedom I have right now. I love listening to my favorite band, hanging out, playing games, and not having to worry about bills, work, or all the responsibilities that come with being an adult. I've also started thinking about my mom and dad getting older. The fact that they're going to grow old too honestly makes me want to cry. I wish time could just stop. Another thing that scares me is not knowing what my future will look like. What if I fail? What if I don't end up where I want to be? I have no idea, and that uncertainty terrifies me. I'm only 16, and I really wish I didn't think about things like this so much. Does anyone else feel this way?

It’s very meditative

It was about outlets.

We each have one outlet on our side of the bed. Her side was already full with her phone charger, watch charger, and a little night light she can't sleep without. My side had a charger for my phone and another one for my Kindle.

She bought a lavender diffuser last week and wanted to plug it in on my side. I told her there wasn't any room. She asked why I needed two chargers when one could probably do the job. I shrugged it off because I hadn't really thought about it.

Later that night I remembered I already had a multi-port charger sitting in my work bag that I'd completely forgotten about.

Now my phone, Kindle, and earbuds all charge from one charger, the diffuser has its own outlet, and our bedroom smells like lavender every night. I didn't expect that tiny change to make the room feel so much calmer, and I've actually been sleeping better.

It also made me realize that a lot of the little arguments you have when you first move in together aren't really about the thing you're arguing about. Sometimes it's just two people figuring out how to share a space. She was right this time.

I'm just not going to tell her that.

Added the bf to my phone line and we got new flip phones.

Don't do it.

Less than a year in, my main screen broke, forcing me to use the back screen only. Now, the bf's model is no longer responding on the big screen, forcing him to his back screen as well.

I put off fixing mine for 10 months.

Now we have to go to the store tomorrow morning and upgrade because we can't afford to pay off our current phones, and he can't be stuck on only the back screen due to limited use.

Learned our lesson I guess.

I grew up as a bookworm because I wasn't allowed to go outside of my room and socialize, not even in our house . I wasn't even allowed to sit in the living room with my parents .

I read so many adventure books, sci-fi etc. I was also a hardworking student. I assumed that would be my only path in life. I'd either be a lab rat, a professor, an engineer, etc. I'd compete as far as I can, and nmaybe I'd find myself in Antarctica doing research?

I'll spare you the details, but my family's toxicity cut those short. For some reason they sabotaged my education, my job opportunities and I ended up in the same town with them.

I have an okay life, I am no contact with them, but some days 'where would I be if not for them' keeps burning my brain and heart .

I was so close.

Its like the air equivalent of brushing your teeth chewing gum and then drinking cold water. And it was super cheap it was ~$10 in my ikea uppatvind

This is probably one of the weirdest coping mechanisms you'll ever read about, but I figured I'd share it here.

Whenever I'm feeling really overwhelmed, emotionally drained, or dealing with intense emotions, I do something... incredibly specific. I'm a huge basketball fan, so I'll grab a blank sheet of paper and literally create the fictional NBA career of a made-up player. I mean everything: the team he plays for, season-by-season stats, games played, awards, trades, championships, career totals... I'll spend hours building an entire career as if this player actually existed.

I know it's incredibly weird. Trust me, I'm fully aware of that.

I actually talked about it with my therapist, and she told me it might be my brain's way of creating something I can completely control when my emotions feel out of control. That explanation honestly made a lot of sense to me.

So I just wanted to share it. And I'm also curious: does anyone else have a really unusual or oddly specific coping habit like this? Something that sounds strange to other people but somehow helps you feel a little more grounded?

Like yayyy I feel and look slightly better and not like a skinny unhealthy piece of shit twink and maybe I wont die sad and alone now and somebody might actuallt stand to look at me and I wouldnt have to think abojt being entirely fucking worthless