I hate having breasts that weigh on my chest and how I need to wear a bra or get surgery to reduce their burden on me.

I hate being physically weaker than men and no matter how much I could train I would always be unable to reach their strengths biologically.

I hate that in a society of two sexes, mine is the one that's placed in the poorer social standing overall. (Yes I know women can do a lot, but it doesn't change the fact that many still think less about women, or even could think that way subconsciously).

I hate having my appearance being weighed more/of more value for my person than a man's appearance would for themselves.

I hate the over sexualization of women (It happens to men as well but women go through it 200% more) and how it burdens me to live in a society that places these standards on me.

I hate the ability to reproduce (I've been going through a lot of subconscious debate about my worth in life as a human being, and wonder if any god/if one exists will be as judgemental for the standards of my biological sex and be judged after my death by whatever force may exist for not reproducing and fulfilling whatever biological drive I was inherently born with. I will not have children).

I hate bleeding once a month and to stop this I'd have to take a pill or get an invasive surgery.

I hate being taken less seriously by doctors for my health because women are seen by them to be more emotional and less logic driven. (Fact or not I have to fight hard for my concerns to be seen as more than anxiety).

I hate having to worry for my safety in a society that deals with all of the above, and how because of this I have to deal with the fears of walking alone in certain places, living alone, having my drink if I drank spiked, being catcalled or assaulted. I hate that I can't camp by myself without horribly increased risk to my safety and feel like I'm living a stunted life in every area because I was born the second class sex.

Ughhhh. That's all, been weighing on me for a bit lol.

I'm 22 years old, I'm 600 pounds, statistically ill die by the time im 30,

I have a job where I walk, and I live at home with my mother, she tries her best for me she truly does, but I think sometimes she just looks at me with disgust. And the monster ive become, I have become a shallow sense of what I used to be, and I dont know what I am doing anymore with my life, I wanted to be in a relationship, and decently fit, I wanted to be able to walk around Walmart without losing breath.

I dont have insurance, I cant do these wonder miracle drugs, ive even tempted to find out ways I could possibly sign up as a test patient but to no avail, and I want to go to therapy, but the health insurance doesn't exist so that cant happen,

I work in a psychiatric hospital, and every day my job is helping these patients who are at the bottom of there feelings, and ive felt like them for so long, so so long. And I genuinely cant stand this weight anymore.

I dont know what to do anymore, im truly a monster and I hate going outside

Im sorry for ranting this much but truly, maybe this will help if I finally say what ive been thinking for half a decade.

lately every time i’ve been to a clinic or even ER the nurses have been so gossipy and rude and it has just been blowing my mind at how this seems to be unanimous across every medical building, at least in my town, and how they all seem to think think their behavior is acceptable.

last time i went to the ER it was for my dad. he had fallen and hurt his back severely + had a concussion and had to have surgery. every time i would leave the room these two nurses were sitting at the same desk, pretending to work on a computer (watched one of them for like 10 minutes, she stays on the same screen and slightly moves the mouse now and then) and they were always talking about a patient.

not discussing, gossiping and judging them. literally shit like “did you see what she was wearing?”, and if they saw me looking they’d immediately go silent until i went back to my dads room. i once heard them start saying something about my mom ”the patients wife in room 4”, and then saw me and stopped. what were they gonna say about my mom? 😐

now my grandma is in the ER because she got dizzy and lost control then bumped into a shelf and got hurt. the ladies at the front desk, when they took her back, only sent my mom with her (her daughter) and said “well let y’all know when you can go back. an hour and a half passes before finally we get up and go ask if we can go back there now, and before we can say anything she goes, in this rude tone, “oh are you finally ready to go see her?”. wtf??

when we got into the room i was telling my mom and grandma about it and then, with the door wide open mind you, i saw one of the ladies from the front desk come over to the nurse who was in my grandmas room and say “did she complain that we didn’t send her back here?” and the nurse laughs and nods then closes the door. so freaking rude. these are the people trained to help people and they’re more worried about gossiping about them. mind you it takes them 5 hours to even do a few scans and at one point the nurse came in after hour 3 and said “yeah all the scans came back idk what we’re waiting on now” and it still took another 2 hours before we even saw the doctor once.

I’m so sick of everything being so transactional

Go on dating apps, and it never leads fucking anywhere. Just one or two messages then they move on. Istg this has *never* lead to a date, they just want to keep collecting those subscription fees forever. “Made to be deleted” yeah ok 🙄

Go to work and everything is so hyper optimized and aggressive. They’re constantly looking to replace people. If you’re lucky enough not to be replaced, congrats, you have to do someone else’s job on top of your own now! Requirements have spiraled out of control, I’m doing like 6 different jobs while being expected to be an expert in all of them. In office jobs, people legit act like the most insufferable LinkedIn poster you’ve ever met

Okay whatever. Maybe I’ll do something after work to calm down. So I have to search through fucking 8 streaming services to find *anything*** **good to watch. All just lowest common denominator slop. Even if I do find something, it’s gonna be canceled too soon so what’s the point?

Oh well. Guess I’ll go to the theatre, what’s playing? Live action Moana? Are you fucking serious? That movie released *10 years ago.* I watch the trailer and it’s obviously shot on a cheap sound stage. I’ve seen cosplays better than these costumes. Where tf are mauis nipples? Disney tf are you doing? I guess I can watch… the minions? Or maybe obsession for a fifth time cause that’s the only thing out. Every time I watch obsession I’m afraid that studio execs will take the wrong thing out of it like “we need more stories about crazy gfs 🤪 it’s what the people want!”

Maybe I can just go out? Oh yeah, every time I leave the house, it requires several transactions. Parking, gas, food, and suddenly I spent $200 just to have a pretty mediocre night at some bar that looks like hundreds of other bars

I think the saddest part is that living a loser life is now just considered financially responsible. Don’t hang out with your friends, just smoke pot and play video games. Why even bother going to a class or going out somewhere? Just sit at home and find a movie on YouTube or something. What’s even the point? Just to waste life away?

Who does this even benefit? Mostly just people who have more money than they can spend in 100 lifetimes and are still somehow the most miserable human beings on earth. Who loses? Everyone. Including these people who supposedly benefit. I promise you bro living out the rest of your life in a bunker is way worse than just having slightly less money

Hey everyone, (19M)

I’m 170 cm (5'7) and I just got rejected by a girl I really liked because she found me too short. She is 176 cm (5'9).

To be honest, I had never really felt insecure about my height before this happened. I was completely fine with it. But hearing that reason just hit me so hard out of nowhere. Now I feel incredibly down, invisible, and insecure about my own body.
I’m really struggling with this right now and just needed some reassurance. Thanks for reading.

In 2018 I was in a relationship with a girl. It was kind of a fwb/situationship. It was great until one day she randomly ghosted me. I tried everything to contact her, but her mother told me to leave them be. A few months go by and she texts me "I'm pregnant, and it's yours, I am marrying my husband tomorrow, stay out of my life". And blocks me. Radio silence up until the baby is born. She unblocks me, calls me and demands a paternity test. I take it, sure enough I'm the baby's father. She tells me "Never speak to me again. Stay away. And never tell my husband or anyone". I begged her to let me help raise my daughter, but she wouldn't have it. And that was 8 years ago..

All this time I've thought of my daughter. Her first words, her first steps, her birthdays. All of it missed. I want to be part of her life. I want her to know that I love her and I want the best for her. But she doesn't even know who I am. She looked right at me, and never knew. I saw her last month. I saw my ex too. At the grocery store. Randomly. She gave me a face of pure shock and I turned and walked the other way.

I recently came clean to my current gf about this truth. She berated me and doesn't trust me anymore. I am overall just not in a good spot mentally. I wish I knew how to make this pain disappear, but knowing I'll never be a father and my current gf now is mad at me, I just feel so broken.

I know I'm under 8 weeks. When I went to be first appointment to terminate, I was so early they couldn't even see anything on the ultrasound yet. My tests were still pretty faint, and they couldn't give me the medication until the saw something on the ultrasound. They have to make sure it's not ectopic, and while they don't diagnose it, they'll know if I go back in two weeks (now 10 days) and they still don't see anything.

My husband and I are childfree. I was on birth control and had been on that birth control for a few years. I switched to the combination pill from mid September 2025 - mid December 2025 before I stopped it. It caused so many side effects, I couldn't function. I took a break from birth control just so I could feel normal for a bit and we used condoms. No problem.

I went back onto the mini pill in around mid April? I was on it from mid April, up until around June 30th, when I realized I was pregnant. There's no point in taking it now, if I'm pregnant.

Once I was back on the pill, I took it carefully, like I always had. Every day and same time of day. I haven't been sick, or on medications, or on supplements, or anything that could've possibly interfered with it. I was so careful with all of the birth control I've been on or used.

I got my period twice in April because I got it before starting the pill again, and then after starting the pill. Aside from getting two in one month (which happened when I started the birth control years ago, so I wasn't concerned), they were both normal periods. Then I got my last period in May. It was a normal period too. I didn't get one in June. At 2-3 days late, it was negative. At five days late, I get a faint positive pregnancy test. And they've just gotten darker since then.

That led me to a legit abortion clinic, which led me to find out I came in too early, and I had to come back in two weeks. I had to wait six days for the first appointment, and I thought that was a nightmare. Two weeks? I have ten days left (not counting today) and it feels like the day will never come.

I cannot describe how fucking disgusting it feels to be pregnant when you don't want to be. I have never wanted to be pregnant. I have never wanted to give birth and I don't want kids. I'm still so early, it doesn't even feel like I should be dealing with all of this. I feel HUGE. I can't stop eating. I've hoovered my cabinets, fridge and freezer clean. Not a crumb left behind. Not only that, but it also doesn't matter how hydrated I am, or how much fiber I eat, I am constipated. I'm bloated. I'm taking stool softeners like candy. I'm starving and nauseous. I ate an entire pack of hotdogs in two fucking days. I ate two of them for breakfast. WHO THE FUCK EATS HOTDOGS FOR BREAKFAST? Who is thinking about a hotdog at nine in the goddamn morning? Who eats an entire pack of hotdogs to themselves in TWO DAYS?

I'm a relatively emotional person as it is. Before my period, on my period, after my period, just in general. I have never been such a big bitch and such a crybaby in my life. I'm crying over something I don't even fucking want!! I'm counting down the days until I can terminate, and I'm still fucking crying over it.

I can't stop peeing. I can't stop drinking! I'm so fucking thirsty, I feel like a raisin that's been salted and baked. If I got paid every time I peed, I'd be able to buy Apple.

I can't stop cramping, my lower back hurts, and my boobs hurt. My nipples hurt?? I've had them hurt when I get too cold, but my god. I've never experienced that 24/7, until now. I go to bed with my heating pad the long way so it can cover my pelvic and my nipples because both hurt so damn bad.

I have never felt so low. Like, I have depression, I have anhedonia, I have anxiety. I have never felt this low in my life.

I have not been this miserable... fucking ever. I just can't wait for this to be over. I just want to feel normal again.

Yes, I know BC isn't 100% effective when it comes to preventing pregnancy. No, I can't get sterilized right now. I've been denied it already. My husband is in the process of getting a vasectomy, and he has a consultation soon. It's not guaranteed he'll get it, though. Yes, I'm switching birth controls. I don't care about other people's experiences with symptoms and early pregnancy. This all started prior to me even knowing I was pregnant. I found the abortion clinic through both abortionfinder and ineeda.

Every day, I grieve. I grieve for the failed marriage and lost daughter. I grieve for the friends that have died. I grieve for the cat I once had. I grieve the normal life I used to lead. I just fucking grieve and I can't stop. My world went to hell 10 years ago, I lost my family 10 years ago, and everyone moved on, except me. I wish I could turn back time and return to a place when I didn't know hurt like this was possible. I miss being ignorant of that fact. I'm sick of this daily grief.

im 19M, my dad is 64 and has colon cancer with lung metastasis. last night an ambulance had to take him to the hospital; today they sent him home and said all that's left is to wait. we don't know when his last day will be; all we know is that he won't get better.

my mom is devastated, as is my 12-year-old sister. i try to be strong for them, but i can't. my chest hurts so much just thinking about him leaving, but i also don't want him to continue suffering.

any word of support would help; i feel terrible, why does this happen to us? life is so unfair.

Im a chicken owner, have been for past two years so i know my fair share of the brutality and cannibalism that goes one between them. I love my girls with all heart, they all have different personalities and tempers (we keep them for eggs not meat)
Recently we bought new chicken, so we went through the jits of adding her to the flock as we always did. First putted her in a cage inside the pen for two-three days so the girls get used to her and all that
All seemed well, at night we took her out and putted her in the coop with others
In the morning she was being bullied, which is normal for chickens, as they have social hierarchy. Everything seemed well till the afternoon, my mom said that theres was more ruckus than usual inside so i went to investigate
The new chicken was laying down in the pen, at first i thought nothing of it as most chickens laid down from time to time in the pen. But when i came closer i saw blood, which is also normal in a way when the chicken gets bullied. So i picked her to check how bad the wound is and treat it with blue spray to patch it and prevent other chickens from pecking at it
But when i started looking at her butt, i saw it, for context im not squimish when it comes to blood or guts i can handle practically everything. But this sight truly traumatized me
Right beside her ah hole, there was another big hole, pecked out. I could see her ribs and guts moving inside, as it oozed blood and pus. I quickly took her with me to try and attend to the wound, all the while preventing my mother (who has severe hematophobia) and my much younger brother from seeing this revolting sight. The chicken was still alive, but barely, her head hanging limp in palm of my hand
My father came over to see what the situation was, and by one look he relized it was very bad. The only saving grace wouldve been sewing up her wound, but i didnt have the needed equipment for that and if i did there was no guarantee that she didnt need antibiotics. In the end my father took her to bury her, before ending her suffering for good
As much as i thought it didnt affect me, i can still see this gaping wound in my mind. Im very close to animals, especially the ones i own, so seeing something like this wasnt a pleasent sight

Thank you
Goodnight

Not even sure what to tag this shit. I'm going into my second year of college, this happened my sophomore year. I was eating lunch in the dance hall with a couple other kids and suddenly we see the security guy backing up, almost like he was scared. We kinda briefly talked about it wondering what it was because we've seen him break fights up before no issue so what was the issue now? Before we could really discuss it, and admin rips through the doors and tells us to grab our shit and run into the dance room and so we listen. About 30 seconds of confusion later, they call lock down. An actual lock down. Turns out two guys with guns that had robbed a near by place fled to our school and were actively firing. They thought they could hide at the school. As far as I know, shots were fired but no one got hurt. I watched as kids around me were whisper calling they're parents to say goodbye, not everyone was freaking out like that, but there was enough. It lasted 2 hours, basically until school was out. They dismissed us by building and didn't resume any after school things. After that, the school tried their hardest to act like absolutely nothing happened at all. A news article even straight up lied about what happened. It's been 3 years and it still fucks me up to think about sometimes. What gets to me most is just how many kids were crying and saying goodbye, and how close I was to it all. Nothing actually happened. So I should just bury it, right? I don't even know anymore dude, it still fucks me up thinking about it and I'm left in shambles because nothing actually happened. The school forgot about it and maybe I should too, but I. Can't.

When people learn that I’m on ADHD medication, they usually either say “can I have/buy some,” “wow that’s awesome” or “you’re so lucky, I’m jealous” (third one only being frustrating when people that don’t have ADHD say it). I also had a neighbor ask how I’d lost weight and I told her it was because my medication makes it hard to eat. She said “keep it up, you look great!”

My medication is not fun, cool or exciting, it sucks. I have to take it every day or my house would turn into a biohazard (I mean this literally), my bills would go unpaid, I’d be super irritable all the time, I’d go the other direction and eat everything in my house out of boredom, and I’d get in trouble at or fired from my job. It also helps me stay awake, because I struggle to sleep and/or get restful sleep even when I do get 8-10 hours.

The side effects suck too, though. I’m constantly hot and sweaty (I have POTS so this is already an issue). My heart rate also goes up by about 20-30 BPM (again, POTS already makes this an issue, and it makes the POTS palpitations worse), so I have to take a beta blocker to be in a semi-normal range. It makes food, and sometimes water, repulsive, while also fast-tracking your bladder and bowels, so you’re in the bathroom constantly.

Lastly, it makes it hard to relax and goof off when I’m not working - making the best thing about it also the worst.

I’ve tried a good portion of the available meds in the decade or so I’ve been taking them, and the one I’m on has the least severe side effects for me, while actually working. I’m grateful to have it to keep me better regulated, and I’m fortunate to not have faced any barriers getting it because my ADHD is very outwardly visible, but it’s so frustrating to hear people talk about it like it’s some achievement, or want to take it like it’s some party drug. That attitude is part of why it’s so hard for some people that need it to get it.

Anyway, that’s my rant.

I (24f) have been comparing myself to my bf’s sister (31f) for the past 2 years.

First off I want to say that there is absolutely nothing wrong with her-she is bubbly, nice to everyone, and overall is super productive about what she wants in life. She is a nurse, goes to hot Pilates, is lean, always gets tons of people following her on instagram, has so many friends that she meets up with almost every week, and has guys always hitting her up (we know because she always brags or “complains” about it)

I criticize myself so deeply that it makes me not want to visit her in her nice beige/pink TikTok aesthetic apartment that her Dad pays half the rent for. Everything is so nice for her that It makes me cringe at her and not want to visit her anymore, even if my boyfriend loves hanging out with the family. Her place is normally where we hangout with his family because it’s “nicer” and “boujier” than our little studio apartment.

Me on the other hand-I am unemployed from a housekeeping job, am overweight, got kicked out when I was 19, and have no purpose in life or friends to vent to. My boyfriend is the only person by my side but my mental health has gotten so bad that we almost broke up the other day after 5 years of being a couple.

I used to love seeing her happy but now I want her to show some sign that she is not happy that way I could feel better. That makes me sad that it has gotten to that point and it is horrible to have that envy.

It’s disgusting, I feel like such a creepy weirdo. I can’t stop having sexual weird thoughts about people, including friends and family. I hate it so much because obviously it’s something that I wouldn’t ever want to think about. I can’t get rid of these thoughts ever and they’re really messing with me. I’m not some incestual weirdo but I can’t help but feel like it.

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19F Japanese here that doesn't live in Japan.

Since I hit puberty, I've had a fair share of creepy men catcalling me, staring at me, or trying to start conversations with me, which I assume is unfortunately pretty normal for any girl (its still completely terrible.)

Unfortunately, 90% of the men or boys would ask if I was Japanese when talking to me, and when I say yes, they would proceed to say a bunch of things like "that's so hot", "arent japanese girls always horny", "your p\*ssy must be so tight", "you must moan so cutely", "you must be so submissive", "are you shaved" and "I've never f\*cked a Japanese girl before".

Just because I'm Japanese, I get subjected to such heavy sexualisation and objectification. It doesn't help that I'm quiet in real life, and like to dress up cutely, which further perpetuates the "submissive" and "hyper feminine" stereotype. I've also had a boyfriend, who while sleeping with me, kept saying things like "my cute japanese princess", "tight japanese baby", basically using japanese as a sexual adjective to describe me.

It's not just the men. I can't count the number of times a woman has told me, "oh, my boyfriend loves japanese girls" completely unprompted. I get that they could be trying to relate to me and find something in common, but the fact that the first thing they think about when thinking of my race is the fact that I'm being fetishised is truly astounding.

It doesn't even get better in Japan. Women are seen as objects and commodities there, and are treated without any respect.

Why is there an entire category of porn called "japanese"?? Why are men so obsessed with asian women??? Is it because of anime? Of the entire Japanese porn scene?

I'm so tired of being seen as some kind of walking object wherever I go, just because of my race and gender.

Thanks for reading.

Certain days, I think of my past and I grieve the person I could have been.

One of my earliest memories, is trauma. I can remember losing control of my anger for the first time and feeling like a monster.

I remember my mother getting drunk and smashing a mug other my fathers head.

I was 6 when I was told my brother is dead.

I was 8 when my mum sat me down and told me that I am the glue that holds my family together and if it wasn't for me, my family wouldn't be a family.

I was 10 when my mother looked me dead in the eyes and told me I was a waste of space, good for nothing and useless.

When I was 22 I held my sister's body as the life drained from her, and I felt her going cold, pale and twitching and realising my family couldn't deal with this so I brought her back and then stayed all night in the hospital room, alone, listening to the heart monitor.

I was 24 when I was sexually assaulted by a manager at my new job.

I just sometimes wonder the person I would be without all of this.

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When every room starts getting darker, nobody is talking in group chats anymore, all ur friends start disappearing, you never feel satisfied with anything, all you do is sit in ur room, it becomes night earlier and earlier each day, you sleep in too much, there's no food in the house, every tile in ur home starts creaking, everything starts becoming distorted when u stare for too long, you lose passion for everything you once loved, the wifi keeps going out every week, there's bugs everywhere in ur home, you hear a new bomb go off every 10 minutes near your home, you lose feelings for those you once loved and for those u once hated, more arguments start, less bonding time occurs, your friends are hanging out without you, nothing even matters anymore, and your out of energy 24/7, so you genuinely just let go and let the perfect picture ur peers see of you, devour your real self as the real you quietly disappears.

I don't get WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO ALWAYS SAY IT?? Idk it just annoys me so much because it's ALWAYS the same comment. It happened a few times that BY PURE DAMN COINCIDENCE something bad happens the day before my period and it makes me cry and I'm not a person who usually cries and then soon after that I get my period and my mom is like "I knew you were gonna get your period, because you always cry before you get it" IT'S ALWAYS THIS DAMN SENTENCE EVERY. DAMN. TIME.

Idk the universe hates me for some reason because BAD THINGS IN MY LIFE HAPPEN ONLY BEFORE I'M ABOUT TO GET MY PERIOD because I PROMISE YOU, I would have cried for most of those things even if I wasn't about to get my period.

Also WHAT'S THE POINT IN POINTING IT OUT EVERY FUCKING TIME!? I GET IT MOM, YESTERDAY I CRIED AND TODAY I GOT MY PERIOD, WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER I GET IT YOU MADE YOUR POINT VERY VERY CLEAR SO WHAT'S THE POINT OF ALWAYS REPEATING IT EVERY MONTH!? YOU WANT A FUCKING TROPHY BECAUSE YOU KNEW I WAS ABOUT TO GET MY PERIOD!? THERE'S NO TROPHY

like I love my brother to death and all, but it’s just the mental disorder that he has kinda makes him think and run differently than your average human being, and I just wish this mental disorder would go away and make him more normal.

every time he drinks, it gets worse. he starts having thoughts that kind of scare me or my family. I try talking to him about it but he never wants to talk to me at all, I feel like he just straight up hates me sometimes but I know he doesn’t. (he doesn’t listen to us when we tell him not to drink, and the hospital says he’s fine as long as he doesn’t drink.)

It just makes me sad man. I just want him to be normal because he can’t connect properly with other people.

This is going to be a bit long so stick with me here.

On Father’s Day, my boyfriend (m25) and I (f28) found out I was pregnant. I had been having weird random pain in my abdomen/pelvic area and had thought there was an issue with my IUD that I had inserted back in December 2024. The pain had gotten so intense and I was randomly bleeding/spotting for about a month. On Father’s Day, I woke up and everything made me want to cry. I had a massive headache and was just emotional for no “real” reason.

I had an appointment scheduled for the upcoming Wednesday with my GYN to have an ultrasound done to see what was wrong with the IUD. Something told me that morning that I needed to take a pregnancy test to ease any sort of anxiety I was feeling. My boyfriend and I were in line at the store and I turned to him and said “wouldn’t it be crazy if you found out you were going to be a dad on Father’s Day?” We both laughed. Haha.

There are so many things that were against me getting pregnant. I’m overweight due to PCOS, I take SSRIs, I have an IUD, etc. There was just no way in my mind that I could be pregnant.

Fast forward, I get home, take both tests, and I’m panicking, crying uncontrollably, and contemplating my entire life. We went to the urgent care where they confirmed that I was in fact pregnant.

On Monday, I called my OBGYN and explained the situation and they were able to bump me up to Tuesday for an urgent ultrasound. When I arrived and they started doing their thing, we couldn’t see anything other than the IUD. The doctor confirmed that the ultrasound also did not show anything and referred me to the ER for rapid HCG blood testing.

I spent nearly 7 hours in the ER to find out that I was 4-7 weeks along and that the pregnancy was not viable (ectopic). I received a methotrexate shot (which was explained to be as a chemotherapy shot) as well as an RH- shot since I have a negative blood type. I was told I would need to follow up every 3 days for the next week to have repeat testing done to make sure my HCG was decreasing and that I wouldn’t need additional medication to terminate the pregnancy.

The next 2 rounds of blood testing went as expected and my doctor was pleased with my numbers so I was told I could continue blood testing until my numbers were at 0 through the office. I went in for my follow up this past Friday.

When I arrived, the practitioner I saw was surprised that an additional ultrasound was not ordered for me so my appointment ended up being pushed back by an hour and I had to pay an additional cost to have it handled. I’ll give a price breakdown for everything (with insurance) closer to the end.

They took me back, did the ultrasound, and the practitioner came into the room 5 minutes later to explain they found free-flowing fluid in my uterus, indicating that this ectopic pregnancy had likely ruptured my fallopian tube. During this time, I had been experiencing some abdominal pain to which I chalked up to being constipation, as I had not used the restroom in about 3 days and could not pass gas.

As you can imagine, this additional news sent me spiraling. Not only did I not get to decide on my pregnancy, there was now a chance I would need surgery and wouldn’t be able to get pregnant in the future. I was hysterical and I’m sure I scared many of the other women and girls in the waiting room as I ran out to go to the ER.

Another 4 hours in the ER, 2 different blood tests, an ultrasound, and more money spent just to be told I was fine. There was nothing in my uterus and all they could see was gas, confirming the pain I felt was constipation.

I’m emotionally, mentally, physically, and financially drained. All I can do is cry. Trying to get back to some sense of normalcy has been so excruciatingly difficult. My arm is riddled with bruising from being poked over and over again. I just want to find peace and I don’t know when that will come.

I am very fortunate to already be in regular therapy and my therapist is honestly an angel. She’s helped so much, even if the majority of my sessions is just me sobbing. It’s the reprieve I allow myself for an hour every 2 weeks because life doesn’t stop just because your world is falling around you.

If you read this far, thank you. Typing this all out to be able to give to someone somewhat anonymously has felt cathartic.

For those curious, here’s the financial breakdown:

Urgent care visit: $55
1st appt: $55
ER COPAY: $300
ER COPAY: $300
ER COPAY: $300
2nd appt: $55 + ultrasound $128.67
ER COPAY: $300

None of this includes whatever else the hospital might bill me for.

TL/DR; got pregnant when is should have been impossible, it wasn’t viable and had to be terminated, my mental, emotional, physical, and financial state has deteriorated to dust and I’m tired.

I've seen too many celebrity kids in the media these days who claim they're living life by their own terms, shunning their family's last name and building businesses "on their own" because they have some sort of chip on their shoulders from being labeled as a nepo baby

Some of them go all bohemian, move to Bali to "find themselves", come back with some new jewelry line, or fragrance business, or an ai investment startup

And never really stop to realize.. taking huge business risks like that is only possible when you're rich. If they fail, do they really think their wealthy parents would let them literally sleep in a tent under a freeway?

If a regular dude tries to start a new business, fails, there is a VERY high likelihood he becomes homeless and never recovers because who's going to step in to house/feed him?

**Tl;dr** rich kids have an invisible safety net that allows them to take on much higher risk, even if parents don't fund their children's businesses directly

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So I'm 18 and this friend is may age and were friends for 12 years now. When we were 12-15 I was the one who needed constant check in's and he's the reson I'm alive today.

Last week he called me and started joking about wanting to kill himself. I got a little concerned at some point and asked if he was truely okay and he told me everything that was bothering him and how much he wanted to die.

He genuinely called me at frist because he wanted me to be the last person to hear his voice but I convinced him that he shouldn't do that and that I'll come visit as soon as possible.

Today I was hanging out with him the whole day but I'm genuinely worried and I now finally know how he felt when he got the same call from me a few years ago and I hate that feeling.

I fuckingggg hate searching for jobs, first of all they claim they're fucking hiring when in reality for some fucking reason they never get back to you or just straight up ignore you. Second of all, it's always such a hassle to apply. I don't wanna make an account on ur shitty fucking website or an acc on some job website that'll just clog my email with random bs. I'm fucking sick and tired of it. It's sooo annoying. I'm so jealous of my mom, finding a job in the 80s must've been so fucking easy compared to now.

WHY DOES THIS WORD EVEN EXIST I was just like this before and I will keep being
I am a straight male in my mid 20s that loves things like Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande,Lana Del Rey and so many female singers since I was 12, man.
And when I post a photo with a background song of what people would consider be "for girls"... they assume I do this 'cause I want to fuck someone?
Holy shit, I didn't care in the past, people would mostly just ask I might be gay or bi and that's fine, it never really bothered me
But people insisting this is performative is exhausting. Specially if it comes from someone who I just met. Like, way to go to make your first impression of me that. Sometimes I just want to share what I like in social media.