I (21 F) keep trying but can’t understand him. He (22 M) shows extremely minimal interest in my body. I’m skinny and he has said before that he is into thick girls but promises he is totally fine that I am skinny and loves me. But he never wants to see or touch my body. I’ve begged him to but he can’t force interest that just isn’t there. He dislikes sex and forces himself to make me happy but I can’t get into it all because I know he’s not into it. Evey other area is great and I love him so much. I don’t know what to do. Has porn completely destroyed him or something? I just have a man that I hang out with a lot that buys me food but isn’t interested in me sexually it’s so frustrating. All the women around me have partners that are wild for them and he’s just eh. Would love any advice. I don’t want to break up with him.

So I had a job in engineering. Was there for 3 months and I had to work from a warehouse operative previously was offered a apprenticeship and they just said work your way up to it so I did.

I went from a production operative to a forklift role and then quality inspections in like 3 months and i asked the boss can I be put back to the production operative due to that being more "active" had to do for that role 87 an hour and I would hit those goals and everyone I worked with used to stare at me and be like "you don't have to work that hard due to the said goals they set for you" and i said i am doing it out of boredom and the fact that the superior is just staring whilst his wife was acting frantically around me and I was like I have no clue why she is acting "trying to get to know me whilst the superior is literally standing there and huff and puffing as in getting angry and i am like why is your wife trying something with me.

Btw it was like 9:00 in the morning and everyone was on break and bare in mind I didn't take breaks due to the team leaders acting immature.

Besides the point.

The next couple of weeks go ahead and i was just working and the guy said "this isn't your career any more your back on the forklift or you go to hr and if you don't i will just get them to get rid of you" bare in mind that the hr manager had no clue of what has been happening over the weeks due to holiday.

And then i was like why can't I just get back to working bare in mind I was at 152 in the 2nd hour.

He said i don't know and walked me to the hr and got rid of me.

As said before I genuinely feel lost. I havent got enough grades/qualifications yet again I found working with tesla easy and Ferraris easy and any other vehicle I worked on the parts to produce.

Yet I as a 19 haven't been to university and I feel like i failed as a son to my family, also including that everyone in my family see me as a guy who hasn't got his stuff together which is true.

I got a English (3) Maths (2) yet i feel like if i go back to college knowing I have already got diplomas from my other courses yet i just don't feel like I have worked "hard" Like every other 19 year who has a gf, house, and going to university yk.

I am just lost which is me rn.

Yeah so basically I’m losing hair fast so I need to get myself ready for the next stage, I feel like I’m gonna lose confidence etc… being 21 right now and hair loss coming in fast, it’s just difficult to accept it.

Did people treat you differently?
Did your confidence go down?

I (26, F) just kinda feel it in my soul that my relationship from a year ago was my last shot to have something like that.

It was rare. So rare. So genuine. Chemistry was insane. I should’ve known what I had when I had it.

No one was the villain.
We just fumbled it both.

It’s been a year of being in my own, then this month, just got back in the apps and being open to dates when someone asks for my IG or number in person… the problem is I get no luck with compatibility and mutual attraction either on the apps or meeting someone organically. It’s always one or the other.

Either I just get sexualized by men whom I’m attracted to or their interest aren’t enough to pursue a relationship with me.

I’m tired, boss. Haha.

I just wanna love and be loved.

I have everything I want. Why does love have to be this hard and elusive for me?

Many people seem to think the uptick in ADHD , audhd, and ASD is because of tick tock or a trend. Do these same people think it was a fad in 1981 that suddenly so many people had HIV and AIDS? Did they think when eyeglasses were finally invented people suddenly pretended to have poor eyesight? Did they think Covid is a fad? How about the new multiple diagnosis of measles again? Maybe it’s all because science finally caught up and we now know much more about each of these issues and have been learning how best to treat them. Vaccines are necessary. For many, medicine is necessary. Be grateful we’re learning how to treat people rather than telling them it’s not real and they don’t need help.

(20f) So I have been a firm believer in soulmates. A bit of a romantic at heart, although I've never been in a relationship. I'm starting to feel we have all been sold lies about love

I feel the more I want a relationship, the more embarrassing it feels putting myself out there. Putting my picture on dating apps. Getting to know new men. For it to not work. I find most men my age just want one thing. It's so hard to find something that's real. To meet someone who actually wants to know YOU and not just your body.

I don't know why I'm writing this. I guess I have been thinking this way for a while and I can't get it off my mind. I have always found comfort in knowing my soulmate is out there somewhere. It breaks my heart to think I might be wrong. I guess I'm writing this to see if anyone feels the same way. How do you cope with this realization? I know it's dumb but I find it genuinely so upsetting. I feel like it's a dream I've been sold since I was a little girl, only for it to be lies. Waiting for a prince charming when there is no such thing in real life.

I know it's stupid to dream like that anyways. The reality just seems a lot more upsetting to me. Thank you for reading:)

I'm somewhat ensure. I know what I want and have my own internal goals of accomplishments that I want to achieve but without action and timing it means nothing. My question is have you tried manifesting something and actually achieved it?

My theory is that whatever you believe will happen. Some will get their heaven and hell. And Some who believe in reincarnation will reincarnate, and what you believe will happen after death. Even if it’s not true it’s the most comforting theory tbh rather than just one set afterlife.

I have been buying my mom medicine for 5-6 years now and im broke. I used to have a good job and was doing good in life. I changed jobs a couple years back and i have never had the same economics since then.

Since my mom is old and often sick i was usually the one getting her meds. 5 years ago i wrote myself up as authorized to get her medicine, talk to doctors, sign off on medical forms and excetera. Whenever she run out of anything she just told me and i got it to her from the local pharmacy.

Usually it cost around 20-50 usd for each time i get her any meds (around 2 times a month). For the last six month i havent had any job i have been on welfare while trying to get a job. On top of that, last month i completely used up all of my savings. Primarly it was on my sisters wedding and just regular thing for the house and family. Im now dead broke and have 100k in student loans, 1k in credit card debt. And the future doenst look bright.

The other day i took my mum to the doctors for some new illness. She also asked the doctor to renew her prescripction for a medicine she uses. Doctor did, we left and then went to the pharmacy.

The pharmacy is the same one that i have always went to and most of the staff there knows me. I gave the lady behind the counter my id and told her about what medicine i wanted, while my mother was looking around the pharmacy. The pharmacist brought the medicine, bagged it up and asked «is that all?»

I replied «yes» and took out my wallet like i always do. I could see the machine said 256kr (about 25$) and was about to tap my card to pay. Just like i always do.

Then my mom said «wait, is it not free?»

I turned back and looked at my mother. She was genuinly suprised and did not understand why the medicine costed money. I told her its normal.

She still didnt comprehend why, and asked me again «is it not free?»

I understood right then and there. My mom thought that all these years, her medicine was free. She never asked me for the bill, how much it costed, if it was expensive or if it was cheap. She geniunly thought all her medicine was free. I told her its just a fault from when the doctor prescribed the medicine and that i would sort it out later. She eventually belived in me. I payed for the medicine and we left the pharmacy.

While its maybe not much, this has been taking a hit on me. I dont know how much longer i can keep up with this. But as long as it takes the burden away from my mother i will still try.

Thanks for reading, and i apologize if my english isnt the best.

I am turning 30 soon. I have hated most, actually all, of it. I did not really have a good life, had a difficult childhood, hated my college, lost my mother, and became unemployed. But recently, I have realised it was not that bad either. I mean, other people's suffering doesn't make mine any less painful. But others' better lives also don't make mine worse. It can obviously get better, but right now I have quite a good life. I'm living in a tier 1 city, in a good society, in a beautiful place, surrounded by a lot of things I couldn't even dream of before. I am quite happy.

I am technically unemployed, but my finances are covered, so instead of rushing into just any job, I've been able to actually work on my artworks and sell them. It's slow, and there are days it feels uncertain, but it's working, bit by bit. Every small sale feels like proof that this path is worth sticking with, and I'm learning to see this in-between phase as building something of my own instead of just being unemployed.

I am in a loving relationship, for the first time, with a very kind, caring, smart guy. We actually met online, and at one point we drifted apart because he wasn't ready. But he came back and decided to give it another chance, and I'm really glad he did. He respects me, and being with him makes me feel genuinely safe and chosen. We talk things out properly instead of letting stuff sit and fester. We do have our problems, like any couple, but overall it's going really well, and we are always happy together.

So, basically, it's all going well. Just wanted to share. I hope this uplifts someone's mood.

So I gave up on love a while ago because I think I'm better off alone, I'm avoidant and I wanna focus on myself.

But sometimes I think to myself if I'd ever even find someone and if I do find this someone what if there's better than them (I know it sounds rude but that's my thought process) maybe there's something I'm lacking and I sometimes crave this and I'm sometimes afraid that I might never find someone who'd put up with my bs.

I just start looking at my type down the street or whenever I see someone and imagine or wishing they'd be my person which to me sounds like attention seeking or lacking or filling a void

So can anyone just reassure me or something or how can I just stop this feeling because I do believe if you seek love it won't find you and I'm not really seeking it like I said I gave up but idk what's with me

I'll start. I (31m) had short hair until I was around 18 years old. I wanted to grow it out, but every middle-aged person in my family said it was a bad idea. I grew it out anyway! 13 years later, I still have long hair.

I know it's not a super-exciting example, but it's something.

Hey!

I would like to hear from those people who have managed to turn their lives around in late 30s early 40s or later. I know it's not too late for anything but I'm getting really anxious as most people do nearing 40 in couple of months. I've been in burn out/deep depression hole for the last year, out of work, currently living with my mom and trying to heal (not going successfully). I have nothing much to show, haven't succeeded in anything, don't own a home, struggle a lot with mental health and overall wellbeing. I guess I'm looking for support and inspiration to keep on trying.

I lost my previous job because of the company financial struggles which lead to the bankruptcy eventually. I had a great career progression there in 3.5 years I move the ladder from coordinator to manager and then to the head of the department. I liked the job, it was interesting, many different things everyday, but also very exhausting at times, I was drained out mentally, had lost quite a lot of weight, was having sleepless nights, work was in my head all the time. Definitely it was not healthy for me, my partner said she saw emptiness in my eyes when I got home from work, energy fully drained out, but still continue chatting on teams to solve another problem after hours before going to sleep. But the ting is, I love it (I guess?), obviously it was not healthy, but I had this drive of this work and loved it, being busy, solving issues, finding solutions, seeing the result of successful decision etc.

Anyway company bankrupted and I became unemployed and it was healthiest part of my latest years truly. Having a governmental support, a lot of free time, I improved my mental state, I gained 10kg, started going to GYM consistently, fixed my back, so basically it was like a recovery for me, I feel great now mentally and physically.

After 8 months of unemployment I have settle the job at governmental institution, nice position, decent pay, good conditions, but its so calm and boring.. I don't know may be I was traumatized by my previous place and now have unrealistic expectations at work (I heard people can sit 3h at work and have zero things to do, but I thought it is fake lol), but I sort of miss that urgency, chaos and problem solving every day.. now I have a job with 0.15x intensity and speed and I am not sure I like it that way.. even though I understand it might be healthier, nothing great about job draining you out, but then I don't have this drive that I miss..

Not sure if I am searching for advise, or just want to hear someone with similar story, but had a desire to post this.

I’m 20 and I’m studying law at university and I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while because I genuinely don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Basically, whenever I achieve something, even something that is actually a big deal to me, I barely feel anything from it.

The easiest example is probably exams. I’ll study for an entire week, sometimes until 4 AM on the day of the exam. I’ll be stressing about it constantly and I’ll literally do anything just to pass. Then I go there, pass with a B or C and… that’s it.
I’m relieved, obviously. I’m like “thank god, I don’t have to worry about this anymore” and maybe I’m satisfied for 10 minutes because I can finally go home and play some games or do whatever I want.
But I don’t actually feel happy.
And then I see other people pass the same exam and they’re fucking ecstatic. They’re celebrating, going out drinking that night, telling everyone about it and still talking about how happy they are days later.
And I just don’t understand why I don’t have that.
It’s not like I hate my life or that I’m sad 24/7. I can have fun and I enjoy plenty of things. It’s just that whenever I actually accomplish something I’ve worked really hard for, the feeling disappears almost immediately.

Sometimes I genuinely wonder what I’d even have to achieve to feel that kind of happiness.
I don’t really know what I’m expecting from posting this. I guess I’m just curious if anyone else feels the same way, because it feels weird watching people get genuinely excited about their achievements while I mostly just feel relieved that the thing is over.

Everyone tells you your twenties are for "trying things." It's said with this glow, like it's the good part before the seriousness of your thirties locks in. Nobody mentions that trying things is functionally indistinguishable from not knowing what you're doing. That when there's no obvious next step, every step starts looking equally load-bearing, equally capable of being the wrong one.

I finished my master's a month ago thinking it would give me clarity, the way finishing a puzzle gives you a picture. It didn't. It multiplied the puzzle. Now there's the question of a PhD, which requires believing I know what I want to be doing for four years — a confidence I don't currently have about next Tuesday. There's a business idea (there's always a business idea). There's the pull toward a boring 9-5, which feels slightly humiliating to want as badly as I sometimes want it, because wanting stability apparently means giving up on the interesting version of your life.

And underneath all of it is this uglier assumption: that whatever you pick has to be impressive, not just good enough. The business has to scale. The job has to be at the right company. Even rest has to be optimized into something you can talk about at dinner.

I wrote a longer piece trying to work through this (comparing it to a corn maze, actually, you can't see over the hedges, and the growing happens underground before anything's visible), full essay's linked in my profile if anyone wants the whole thing, but mostly I'm curious: is anyone else drowning in open tabs right now, or is it just me?

Siento que de un momento para aca no me interesa que puedan pensar de mí o de mi vida privada
Como si las personas que antes tenia como freno moral ya no importan
Hoy cumplo 23 y siento que no quiero que nadie determine que vida debo vivir
¿Es una etapa o un despertar ?

My parents always yelling at each other since lm young, my dad used to hit my mom and me. Now i come home and no1s here my mom works until night. she had a day off work to go shopping with me, suddenly a Car Crashed into our parking car shes sad again. My father is sueing my brother and my mom is under constant stress. I havent cried in years, i cant even cry anymore when my moms sad or sitting crying infront of me. I was at the Youth Welfare Office too so that i can prevent my narcistic dad to not go back into our home since hes 50% owner. When lm at school im laughing and have fun but as soon as i come home i feel empty, im alone and have no one to talk to or someone to ask me how my day was. The last thing that i was proud of was my looks, i have always been insecure because i was fat and bullied. I lost weight and improved my self, guess what happen? The doctor told me that i have genetic hairloss, live couldnt be worse .. Since that im depressed and every day feels the same. Will some1 love me when im bald

I love my sister. She is the best. Back story-My mother always filled a stocking at Christmas for my sister because she had no man to do it. When my mother died about 10 years ago, I started the yearly habit of doing a stocking for my sister. Then, last year, as I was getting her stocking from her she says to me "But you don't need to just fill it with a bunch of crap" What? I knew from the beginning I could never do as well as my mother. But for her to say this? I had tried really hard with things she can use, dog hair remover for furniture and clothes, jar openers, special candy etc. Maye an item or two she can call crap...But I went home and cried. Then one of my kids told me "I would just fill it with crap". I laughed but the pain was too fresh. I gave her a beautiful bottle of wine in her stocking. But this year? I am going to just fill it with crap :pooping santas, reindeer, snowmen, a cheap but pretty old fashioned bottle for perfume oil, a very pretty polished rock, a cute plastic bird etc. Am I being facetious? Petty? immature? Maybe. But it makes me smile. What would you do?

Watched- Requiem for a Dream (2000)

I love watching psychological horror & disturbing films & I rewatched this one after a decade. This movie is about a lady who is around 60 years old. She lives alone & she is so consumed by loneliness that she starts building up scenarios in her head. She gets on a medication (some addictive psychotic drug) & then she starts taking the medication in excess. She goes crazy & nuts.

Now, my context- Male, 26, Gay, HIV Positive & I live in an Indian metropolitan city! I'm currently very active like I go to work, then I go to the gym in the evening & weekends I go on treks.

Now, in India, same-sex marriage hasn't attained an official status. Even if I discard societal & institutional considerations, I'm an HIV Positive individual & thus, relationships are very difficult. So, it's like double whammy! Gay- BAM! & HIV- BAM!

Nevertheless, I live alone currently. I'm scared for myself that as I age, what if loneliness starts weighing on me? I really don't have any real friends who live in proximity. The one I have lives really far & he's occupied too. I don't get along well with other gays. I do go on dates very often but it's not possible for me to connect at a shallow level or pretend the connection is 'visceral' despite feeling burdensome.

Well, one has to live life. I've taken human form to gather some experiences- good & bad! Joys & sorrows, all. But then looking forward to forthcoming time is indeed a very human nature & this movie has scared the S H I T out of me!

I just felt like sharing my foreboding thoughts here. Chip in your thoughts too. I'd love to know ones who are 30+ living alone without any true friends! I'd love to know your experiences & thoughts, for I presume the feeling that I've is probably not novel or alien.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently.
I went to the Munch museum in Oslo a couple weeks ago and one thing that stuck with me was how he kept coming back to the same themes over and over again.
Anxiety, love, jealousy, death etc. He even painted different versions of The Scream years apart.

It made me think about how we probably do the same thing in our own lives. Like on the surface the problems are totally different, underneath it sometimes feels like the same

For myself, I journal / record random thoughts pretty regularly, and recently I realized the interesting part isn’t really remembering what happened, it’s noticing the same fears, relationship patterns, career questions etc. coming back months or years later.

Does anyone use a tool that actually helps surface this stuff across old entries?

Not just search or summaries, but something like: “you’ve come back to this theme 5 times over the last 2 years.”

Curious what people use, if anything.

Old text messages. Hear me out: I just look through old messages between me and a person I talked maybe once and see it from months ago. Now imagine that on a larger scale (say years). And in decades from now there's gonna be a whole influx of old messages between you and other people you don't talk to anymore.​ Some could be dead as well. Am I overthinking this?

I was young. I’d say about 13 or 14 I was getting more into the online world and being social. I remember wanting friends to talk too on Reddit. I was the classical ‘Tik tok bad fornite bad’ Reddit kid back then. I started talking to people here which then as my body was going through puberty developed into my desire to have more elusive conversations. It started of minor I’d not do anything weird per se I’d just go on subreddits of certain nature and then that developed into going on role playing reddits and engaging with people on there. It was fun for a time until I started to crave more. It may have been the loneliness of lockdown or maybe just my own desires controlling me. I eventually discovered posts of Kik which led me to download and talk to women on there aswell. It would be here where I would be subjected to majority of the time bots adding me to buy there content or I’d be talking with real adult woman and just lying about my age. Around the same time I discovered apps like Yubo and wizz. Although it felt wrong I was talking to girls a similar age to me on those apps and a lot of the time I’d like for it to develop into those sort of conversations. This is where I began sending pictures of me.

They’d start of basic be me without a shirt to then leading to me sending at some times multiple women who were in the mood my well endowed appendage. Eventually I stopped I thought it wouldn’t be worth it. I got into a relationship with someone that I had met doing this it ended after a year because of the fact we just didn’t fancy one another anymore. Regardless even during that time I’d have phases where I’d go in and out of downloading those apps and doing my usual thing. I had another situation ship it lasted for about 5 months but she blocked me because of her parents finding out about us. Really gutted from that I thought I’d take a break from relationships until only a couple months after I got into a relationship with someone. She well she is perfect. I’m still with her today. It started like all of my other ones just light flirting and sending stuff that turned into a relationship. It’s developed to the point we have met up and done stuff together. She’s been great. But not the best.

See into the relationship she seemed to be as open as a hooker on a Friday night. She opened about how her past was yk being with bad guys being treated like shit and being assaulted. I wanted to tell her about my past but everytime I felt like I could she just gave me a sign she didn’t want to hear it. She isn’t fond of hearing about my past, she isn’t fond about hearing about me and other woman. She’s jealous at heart a good quality to have but I just felt I couldn’t open up to her perhaps it was my limitation. The worst problem of all is this though. Going into the relationship she mentioned she had a very good friend two of them which she claimed where either girls or they where transitioning into them. I never judged off I mena be friends with who you please but here’s the issue. One of them was a ‘situation ship’ that I have a feeling sometimes was still in tough and doing things with her as we talked. The other well is much complicated.

A couple months in I have someone add me. A guy ofc a name I recognise. A name she has said was her very good cousin. And so I introduce myself and ask if that’s who he is because I’m the boyfriend. He starts wilding asking questions I’m thinking what’s the hell is going on. Turns out it wasn’t a cousin. Turns out he was one of the ‘friends’ that was allegedly a girl. This guy has been with her for 2 years before we met and allegedly was abusive and coercive. I never once knew about this guy ever and my finding out was by him. I instantly didn’t know what to do. I stood next to him as we confronted her it felt like a classical scene where a guy befriends the one who exposed the girl that’s cheating on him. She then breaks down asking how I could do this to her. To side with someone and not even listen to her side. Understandable but I was hurt at the same time. We eventually realise no matter how bad we want to be apart w just end up talking again to each other. This is the first time it happened. The classical block me on everything and stuff. Problem is the more it happened the harder it because because more of one another was interstates into the others life’s.

We have things of each others, belongings etc. even when I told her I didn’t want my siblings knowing of us because we were kinda in secret. We both have toxic families that wouldn’t really be fine with us being together for reasons I can’t be bothered to explain. Anyways regardless of that she went and told my siblings, regardless of what I wanted she ‘accidentally’ added my friends and told them aswell. And regardless of when I said I’d rather post just a pic of us on our anniversary she went and sent multiple embarrassing videos of me on my story for my friends to see.

But despite these mistakes of hers I’ve always forgiven her. Maybe it’s my own stupidity to be in love or maybe it’s the softness of my heart. I forgave her for all fo these things. But my patience is just almost depleted. The guy I mentioned the one who I said I found out about a couple months in. He’s still fucking here. She mentioned ‘I can’t block him’ and that ‘he’s gonna end himself if I block him’. Other things she’s mentioned are ‘his mums innocent and she’s be hurt if I didn’t speak to them’. Even funnier the guy is not even In our country she’s gone to the country twice both times promising me she won’t see him there both times she does. Shes even mentioned how she might go in a fucking trip with his family at some pojnt but it’s fine cause he won’t be there.

I’m just tired and sick of it. But one thing is really keeping me humble. The fact I didn’t tell her why of the first part of this post. She was open about a lot of her past even the parts I found about later. But I remained a pussy and didn’t tell her a single thing. I think I can’t judge her I did a lot of bad she has no clue about. But I don’t think it justifies the shit she had done to me.

The cherry on top is. Recently she accidentally added a close friend of mine. Someone she knows about. They talked for whatever reasons he didn’t know how she looked so he didn’t mind the conversation or think to ask me because he thought it was normal. Then I find out she’s accidentally added him to a story with very very explicit pictures of her.

I’ve given it thought. I thought about maybe it’s a desperate attempt at gaining attention from me. But I don’t get it I’m not neglectful I give her gifts, I give her written notes. I make time to spend time with her especially since we are long distance. But now it feels like all my efforts are nothing. They don’t mean a single thing. Now she’s running through the problem of somehow wanting to go to this uni to accept a scholarship but with no means to travel there the guy form earlier gave her the money on the condition they get engaged. He’s coming soon to seal the deal. Usually I’d be down to help out but. I’m done. Even if I wanted to I can’t so yeah. That’s me that’s my story on my relationships. You tell me do I just blurt out all I’ve done and be honest or do I just call it off any questions and stuff I will answer. Thank you so much for reading this.