Hi everyone. I received a Reddit warning today for violating Rule 1 (threatening or encouraging violence).

I understand why my comment was removed. I was responding emotionally to a post about someone describing severe abuse and medical neglect by their father, and I made a comment saying that the father should die. Looking back, I understand that was inappropriate wording and I won't make comments like that again.

This is my first warning on Reddit. I wanted to ask whether there is any way to have a first-time warning removed/cleared from my account, or whether it remains on the account permanently.

The warning message gives me an option to appeal, so I'm also wondering whether appealing is appropriate in this situation even though I acknowledge that my wording crossed the line.

I'm not trying to dispute the removal of the comment; I mainly want to understand what happens to a first-time warning and whether it can eventually be removed.

Thanks.

I’m 28, a mom, and I’m currently in a Social Service Worker program with about a year left.
I’ve recently been offered a full-time position with Air Canada at the airport. The starting pay is around $23/hour, with benefits, a pension, union, and opportunities to move up. Honestly, the benefits and pension are what really caught my attention because it feels so hard to find that kind of stability nowadays.

But I’m questioning whether it’s actually realistic for me.
The job involves rotating shifts, potentially early mornings, evenings, weekends, etc. My childcare window is basically 7 AM–5:50 PM, and I’ve already turned down multiple jobs because they started too early or finished too late.
I also don’t really have family I can rely on for childcare because they work rotating shifts themselves.

I’m currently low income/full-time student, so my childcare is covered. If I start making around $934/week before taxes, I’m worried I’ll lose that and have to pay for before/after-school care out of pocket, which could eat into a lot of the extra income.

On the other hand, SSW probably won’t pay as much, but I feel like I’d have a better chance of finding something with Monday-Friday/parent-friendly hours.

Air Canada training starts September 21, but I still don’t even know the training hours, so I don’t know if this is something I can realistically make work.

What would you do? Take the Air Canada opportunity and try to make the childcare situation work because of the pay/benefits/pension, or finish school and prioritize a career with potentially more predictable hours?

I initially sought therapy for severe social anxiety, and it's been helpful. My therapist gives advice that I value. However, lately I've noticed a pattern: I often start the day feeling neutral or good, but after the session, I feel completely drained and depressed.

Diving deep into issues, being vulnerable, and having my thought processes challenged takes a toll. She often points out flaws or issues in the way I think, and even in things I'm interested in. For example, when I mentioned being interested in acting, she said it was just because I "want to be someone else instead of myself", which isn't true.
After session, I’m left with this constant feeling that so many of my thought processes are just wrong.

I went to therapy to seek help and advice, but I leave feeling judged and invalidated. For anyone who has made great progress with a therapist for social anxiety. Is feeling like this a normal part of the process? Thank you for advices!

My brothers been friending random people on Roblox. He is saying that they’re alt accounts when they’re over 260 of them. He is getting mad at me when I’m trying to keep him safe. If you play Roblox, you will know that it is a predator superstore. I’m very nervous that he won’t stop friending these people. My mom isn’t taking this seriously enough. Any advice?

Note: NOT asking for couples/relationship advice as per rule 1

I'm 26M and live in the UK. I have a degree in Business Management, a long-term partner (not married), and we're fortunate enough to rent a house from her mum for a very good price.

On paper, I'm actually in a pretty fortunate position. But I feel completely lost about what I'm supposed to do next.

Last year, an e-commerce brand I co-own did nearly $1 million in revenue.

That sounds amazing until you look at what was actually left.

After product costs, VAT, tax, other expenses, splitting everything 50/50 with my business partner, and the fact that virtually the entire business relied on one product, I came away from it with nowhere near the amount of money you'd probably assume from hearing "$1m in revenue."

I've been "doing business" for 2 years technically, from when I first monetized.

This year, sales have sucked.

I don't regret doing it. It taught me an enormous amount, particularly about marketing, selling products online, social media and how quickly an opportunity can disappear when you're dependent on one winning product.

But now I'm questioning what I'm actually good at.

My skill set feels both limited and weirdly specific.

I have a lot of experience posting on social media and creating product-review/UGC-style videos designed to sell products. I'm comfortable talking on camera and making ads. I understand e-commerce marketing reasonably well from actually having done it rather than just taking courses about it.

I also have some limited sales experience—outbound calling, taking inbound calls, talking to customers, etc.—but nothing that would make me an experienced salesperson.

So if I had to put myself into conventional career boxes, I'm basically somewhere between entry-level sales, content creation and e-commerce/marketing.

I've also struggled with imposter syndrome around content creation. I see creators doing significantly better numbers than me, and although I know comparison isn't particularly useful, it's made me question whether I should really bet my future on becoming a creator.

I don't want content creation to become my entire identity or my only option.

Right now, I work part-time at a fast-food place. I can also withdraw roughly $1,000 per month passively from another source. That's obviously a huge privilege, but it isn't enough to properly live on or build the kind of future I want.

I have no debt other than my UK student loan. I have savings, but I've made the decision that I don't want to touch them unless absolutely necessary.

So I'm trying to figure out what the hell I should actually do from here.

Do I:

- Double down on content creation, improve at it and try to build income through UGC/brand deals/affiliate marketing?
- Take everything I learned from the first e-commerce business and find another product/business to build?
- Get a proper full-time job in sales, marketing or e-commerce and build a conventional career while doing business on the side?
- Try to combine all three?
- Or do something completely different—leave my current environment, move somewhere else in the UK or even another country, and basically start a new chapter?

The frustrating thing is that objectively I know I'm extremely fortunate.

I have a great long-term partner. I'm healthy. I have a roof over my head at a very reasonable cost. I have some passive income. I have savings. I don't have consumer debt. I've built a business that generated serious revenue once, even if I didn't personally walk away rich from it.

But mentally I feel like I'm missing the final piece of the puzzle.

Part of me feels like I'm genuinely close to figuring things out. Like I've accumulated enough experience that if I make the right next move, I could finally build something sustainable and provide a really good life for myself and the people I care about.

The other part of me feels like a complete loser.

I'm 26, working part-time in fast food, my business has fallen off, and eventually my family are going to start asking me what I'm actually doing with my life.

I don't really have friends either. I have my partner and family, but socially, that's basically it.

I have one main hobby—a sport that I take seriously and that keeps me fit, strong and gives me some structure—but outside of that, business and trying to figure out my future occupy most of my headspace.

I think that's partly why this situation feels bigger than just "what job should I get?"

I don't necessarily need to become a millionaire. I want independence, purpose, financial security, people around me, and to feel like I'm actually moving forward rather than permanently being "almost there."

So I'm interested in hearing from people who are a bit older or who have been through something similar.

If you were 26, had low living costs, ~$1,000/month coming in passively, some savings you didn't want to touch, no meaningful debt, a supportive partner, experience building a nearly $1m-revenue e-commerce business, and some skills in sales/content/marketing—but no stable career—what would you do with the next 2–3 years?

Would you take the safe route and build a career?

Would you use this period of relatively low responsibility to take another big swing?

Or would you try to do both?

I feel like I'm standing at a crossroads and I'm terrified of looking back at 30 and realizing I spent the second half of my 20s chasing the wrong thing.

P.S. Unavoidable but relevant situation - my girlfriends mother is extremely difficult. She is nosey, judgemental and bordering on becoming obsessed with me. She wants me to be financially steady so I can save up for a house but also keep her daughter close. Before I started business I moved up north and it sent her haywire.

She had me down for a chest OR me moving (to work an entry level job) would convince her daughter to move away and leave her forever. Its tricky to explain and maybe doesn't matter but worth mentioning she has the ability to emotionally blackmail, and ruminate on things you've said from months ago.

For context, I'm a junior in highschool. In both freshman year and sophomore year, I had the same routine which was to go to class, not talk to anyone, eat lunch, read, then go home. I don't really have any friends and everyone seems to have their own established friend groups. I'm trying to be social by making small talk, especially with compliments, but this never really gets me anywhere at all. Sometimes it feels like I'm just being annoying because they have other people to talk to or they just want to be left alone. I'm in this state of idealizing college, where I'll be somewhere new and I won't really have anyone know me or anything and more people will probably be far more open to make friends even though I know that's probably not how it's like. It's only been two weeks and I'm already thinking that junior year is already a failure so I should just lay off and try again next year and start not talking to anyone again. It sometimes feels like I've done something wrong and that everyone except for me knows what I've done and that I'm some monster. I'm going to try joining a club or something but I'm bracing myself. I really don't want to give up since I've heard that finding friends after highschool is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Thank you

First off, I know that I am in a somewhat privileged position.

My partner and I (30) live in an apartment thats owned by a family member. As a result, we pay about 500$ in rent. We do also pay utilities. The two of us additionally live pretty close to our respective work places.

Here are the cons:
- We dont have a kitchen sink in this apartment. Cooking is awful.
- I walk to work, and the walk kinda dives into a shady part of the city where weird shenanigans are happening everyday.

The two of us make about 70k combined which isn’t much as we are at the start of our careers. I looked up apartments nearby and they range from 1.2k to 1.5k for a one bedroom, and upwards of that for a two bedroom. The problem is, I feel like I cant justify spending that much more money when we have so much financial freedom right now. At the same time, I just feel miserable. I guess I would like to know everyones opinions on if renting is a stupid decision.

Hi i am on vg3 which is equivalent to last year of highschool but in norway. I am really struggling in math but i need that class if i want to study the thing i want to become. I also have a few other hard classes and i am soo tempted to switch to an easier class and take math class next year by myself(privatist). This could give me an easier year and i could focus more on the different classes and possibly get better grades.

We live in an apartment complex, and our neighbor's unleashed dog lunged at my s/o to attack him. My s/o keeps a utility knife on him, so before the dog could latch on his arm, he pulled it out to defend himself, obviously injuring the dog. The dog backed off, and we called police, despite our neighbor telling us not to. Not so we could press charges (he escaped injury due to his quick response), but we were concerned about the dog.

The police did not come, but Animal Control did. After checking on the dog, she said that the dog should only need stitches. She also said we needed to contact our property management. I reluctantly called and left a message. (We aren't the type to like getting people into trouble.)

Did we do the right thing, and is there anything more we should do to cover ourselves legally?

What strategy would you use when delivering an apology and taking accountability?

I was part of the CareCloud breach and apparently my SSN was included in the leaked information. Nothing has happened yet as far as I can tell, but I am kind of freaking out because I have no idea what I am supposed to do from here. I have never dealt with something like this before and the fact that it is my SSN specifically is what is getting to me. I would rather do whatever I can now instead of finding out months from now that someone opened something in my name

23M. I’m currently studying abroad Veterinary Medicine because my country (France) is absolutely horrible to study this, therefore I went to Spain to study this topic in a private university.

I’m about to enter the 3rd year out of 5, the problem is that I didn’t pass a lot of exams because those last 2 years I wasn’t really studying for this and therefore I only passed 4 school subjects out of 18ish (which is the number of total subjects in those 2 years). I can confidently say that I’m not happy there, even though I have friends and a good social life I don’t have any motivation to study and tbh I’m skipping a ton of classes because I don’t feel good going to class anymore. I find joy in temporary pleasure like going to a fast food, smoking weed or going out and getting drunk, but at the end of the day, I’m missing my GF (I will get back to this later) and I’m just not happy with anything related to my studies. I really wanted to be a vet because I like the job and all but it’s definitely not a vocation, it’s more something I think I enjoy.

My parents are in their 60s and their generation (at least for them it’s true) is all about working and having a good career, so their influence on me, even though I said multiple times that I’m not having a good time there and also that I struggle to study and stay motivated, is to say to keep my head up and do good. They have some kind of high expectations of me since ( not to brag) I’m gifted intelligence wise, although they didn’t force me to do it just to clarify. But as I said, it’s been two years that I don’t do much because I don’t find any happiness or interest in my classes, and that every time that I’ve to go back to Spain I’m just sad as shit, because I’m leaving my family etc but also leaving my girlfriend.

We’ve been together for 3 years now and it’s the healthiest relationship I’ve ever had in my life. It’s like I’m dating my best friend. Our relationship is objectively not toxic just to be clear, she always supports me in whatever I do and she’s a shoulder I can cry on or where I can get advice. Anyway every time I’m going back to Spain we’re both having a hard time being separated and even though we can see each other every month or so it’s still hard without her.

Right now I’m supposed to go back this Sunday and tbh my guts and everything in me tells me to just quit this, to go back to her and find something else to do job wise. I really feel like those last 2 years showed me by my lack of motivation and discipline but also because it’s not in my personality to be a leader (which is quite important for this job since you need to make decisions here and there, be rigorous etc like a doctor) that this project is just shit for me.

On the other hand I would also like to try really hard and maybe succeed in this, but I’m afraid that even if I succeed I happen to not like this job, after having « lost » 5 years or more of my life. But maybe if I quit I will regret it later knowing that I didn’t do enough

I’m more than happy to provide more information if needed, note also that money isn’t a problem for me and I have some cash set aside if my parents happen to cut me off financially (they pay the university and my living expenses now) so living on my own until I do something else is not a problem

TLDR: should I stay in vet school even though I’m 99% sure that it’s not for me and that I’m not having a good time or should I quit and pursue something else and be happy along with my girlfriend

A year ago, my dad died from complications of cancer metastasized to almost every major organ. But I suspect elder abuse committed by his wife. As a mostly bedridden housebound disabled person, I couldn’t protect him. A few days before his death her family in Canada, told me that she’s a former palliative care nurse who was forced to surrender her license ahead of a criminal investigation, has a history of abusing those under her care; and a diagnosis of Munchhausen’s.

One of her relatives, a fellow nurse, called the hospital (the wife refused to give them my contact information) from Canada for almost a week trying to get someone to pay attention to her concerns about the danger the wife presented.  Even filing a report with Adult Protective Services.

According to a friend of his and her family, five months before his death, my 80 year old father left the hospital against medical advice (something I’ve never known him to do)  while delirious. During his time being sick at home, her family continually asked her whether she was giving him his antibiotics properly and insisting that she take him back to the hospital. Their concerns were met with vague answers and excuses. 

If she cared whether he lived or died, why didn’t she take him back to the hospital when she saw he wasn’t improving? Instead, with all of her clinical knowledge, she just she watched him get sicker and sicker. Extreme headaches, bouts of delirium, an infection that was killing him. At what point did did she begin to suspect lung cancer? And if she didn’t suspect cancer, as a former palliative nurse, why didn’t she? If she was worried about the fact that he was getting so ill, why didn’t she call family?

He was diagnosed less than two weeks before he died, during his last hospital admission. A doctor told my dad’s friend that the infection would kill him within five days. 

During his final two weeks of life, his wife lied to me constantly about his condition and repeatedly granted and took back permission for medical staff to speak to me.

She isolated him. No one unconnected to her was told he was sick. To this day, I don’t know whether my dad’s best friend knows that he died.  I asked her so often to please,  please, go through his phone, or to ask him when he had a lucid moment who he wanted to talk to, please, give me the numbers and I will call them. Though she said she would do so, she never did. The entire time she seemed supremely unconcerned.

She finally told me he was dying four days before he did. Because I didn’t know, when I spoke to him I tried to keep his spirits up, not knowing that each conversation could be the last.  She kept talking as if they were just waiting for biopsy results to decide his treatment. At the same time telling me they kept having to postpone the biopsy until they cleared the infection. Except, she’d had the antibiotics helping clear his infection discontinued against medical advice.  He never had a chance, he died locked in his body, unable to make his wishes known. 

I think there’s something seriously wrong regarding the death of my dad. He spent 20 years in the military serving his country. He was a Vietnam vet who participated in operations “Eagle Pull” and “Baby Lift”. And he died in the VA Medical Center under questionable circumstances. There is something obscene about that.

And I seem to be the only one who cares. What do I do? So I haven’t been able to get the authorities to do a proper investigation. As I said, I’m disabled…so, broke and have limited energy. How do I get his death investigated by the authorities? It’s true he was cremated. But most of the evidence of what happened to him is in his medical records.

TL;DR: I suspect my dad’s Canadian widow, who has a surrendered nursing license, a history of medically abusing those under her care, and a diagnosis of Munchausen’s of killing my dad. How do I get someone to take it seriously?

I got:
2A = GP & Urdu
1B = English
6C= Phy, Chem, CS, Maths, Pakstds, Islamiyat

I messed up in o levels.Everyone’s disappointed, im also disappointed. I don’t know what to do for a levels, any suggestions? I wanna pursue physics and maths for engineering but my grades have demotivated me to do so.
Please recommend what I should do for a levels, something that will be beneficial for the future.
Everyone is saying AS Phy & Maths is v hard so that’s why I’m contemplating since im not the best in studies.

It would mean a lot if you can help a guy out, thank you

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22M, 5th year bachelors student here, I graduate with my bachelors of finance in May of 2027. It’s taking 5 years because I transferred schools my sophomore year and am behind on credits. I picked up tennis at 17 and have played/grinded ever since. Played D3 for two years at my first school. Then transferred to a D1 school in 2024. Never got signed to play here but was always a goal/dream of mine to make the team. I never stopped playing with the hopes of one day I’ll make the team. Last year, (2025-2026) after much persistence I was given a try out after annoying the coach with emails. Never heard back until this summer where I was offered a walk on opportunity to join the team for my last year (2026-2027). I was completely caught off guard and was super excited so naturally I said of course I’d join.

Fast forward to now, my last year and it’s completely not what I expected. So many things involved besides playing tennis. 8 hours a week required study hall, tons of PR/events I NEED to attend, and an absolute grind of 6 days a week for hours a day of workouts, cardio, and tennis. I also feel scared because my level isn’t on par with the rest of the team on top of being out of competition for two years, I feel doubtful and insecure about my level and the fear of being judged by the rest of the team.

Another note here is that I am a commuter that is a 30 minute drive, also I am getting no scholarship to this private college and have $50,000 plus of loans. So I will need to quit my job and flip my entire life around for my last year of college where I only have 6 classes remaining to graduate. I’m 22, turning 23 in February and as much as this was a dream come true I have serious doubts given where I am in life. As much as I dreamed of this opportunity I also wish it happened when I first came here and feel like given where I am in life is this grind even worth it? Especially given 0 scholarship opportunities for playing. Thanks everyone.

I (23 F) recently went on a 6-day school project trip to Italy from July 29 to August 4 with two girls I knew, one Korean (21 F) and one Italian (26 F). I was excited about Italy and actually had some really nice memories there, but the experience with these two girls was so exhausting that even weeks later, I still feel intense anger whenever I think about it.

First destination was Rome. The biggest problem was sleep. I have gastritis, and when I don’t sleep properly, I feel physically terrible. I explained this to them, but because we were sharing a hotel room, I had no choice but to wake up whenever they did. They would stay up talking, scrolling Instagram/TikTok, etc. until around 3 AM and then wake up around 6 AM because they wanted to go sightseeing early. When I complained, the Korean girl told me, “If you’re that sensitive, you should have booked your own hotel room.” I couldn’t afford to get another hotel, and I wasn’t asking them to change their whole schedule. I just wanted them to understand that I needed some sleep too. After that, there was constant tension between us, and I felt like she was very self-centered and would call me “sensitive” or “problematic” whenever I expressed that something was bothering me.

Then we took a bus to Florence, and once we arrived, she couldn’t find her suitcase in the baggage area. Apparently, someone had taken it. At the train station, she saw a random girl’s suitcase that looked similar to hers. She hit the girl first and then made her open the suitcase. The poor girl opened it, and there was nothing belonging to my friend inside. The poor girl then hit her back, and the situation became extremely violent. She ended up bleeding badly. Afterward, my friend was obviously devastated because her suitcase was actually gone, and I had to pay extra for a taxi to the hotel. At the hotel, she told me she felt terrible and asked me to stay with her because she couldn’t sleep. I was exhausted and my stomach was hurting, so I told her I needed to sleep. Despite everything, the next morning I still helped her. I gave her my shampoo and facial cleanser and even offered her some of my clothes because almost all of her things were gone. Even after all of that, there were constant misunderstandings between us and the tension never really went away.

When we arrived in Venice, I eventually told her I didn’t want to spend the day together because we’d had so much tension and I simply didn’t enjoy traveling with her anymore. The Italian girl then asked me to go with her, so I agreed. I thought it would be nice to spend some time with someone else. But when the Korean girl saw us together, she became upset and started saying things like,“What’s this? You two are together now and I’m alone?” She then started calling me problematic and saying I don’t get along with anyone, even bringing up an old conflict I had with someone else. At that point, I just felt completely done.

The final night was probably what made everything worse. They both knew I had a 9 AM flight the next morning, but they stayed awake talking random things until around 3 AM with the lights on while I was trying to sleep. I was completely exhausted and felt like they simply didn’t care.

The trip has been over for weeks, but I still get angry when I remember it. I don’t want to see them, and I honestly don’t feel like forgiving them. The problem is that this was a school project, so in about two weeks we have to work together again and give our final presentation. I’m still occasionally messaging the Italian girl, but I feel tension and annoyance even when talking to her. Before the trip, I actually liked her and appreciated her, but after this experience, my opinion of her completely changed.

I don’t want to keep carrying this anger around, especially because I actually loved seeing Italy and don’t want these people to become the main memory I have of the trip. So I’m wondering: how do you stop replaying an experience like this in your head? How do you let go of the anger without having to forgive the people involved? And what can I actually learn from an experience like this?

TL;DR: I went on a 6-day school trip to Italy with two girls, and the experience became extremely stressful because of constant sleep deprivation, conflicts, misunderstandings. One girl even got into a physical altercation after losing her suitcase. I tried to help her afterward despite our problems, but the tension continued, and by the end I no longer wanted to travel with either of them. Now I still feel angry weeks later, but I have to work with them again on our school project. How do I stop replaying the experience, let go of the anger without forgiving or reconnecting with them, and figure out what I should learn from the whole situation?

I'm an adult learner at a community college, and I recently enrolled in a stage acting class. The professor seems nice, friendly, and really tries her best to teach us. There are 9 students total in the class.

One of my classmates is a guy I took another acting class with during the summer. Back then, he was weird and stared at me a lot, but nothing crazy happened and I just ignored him. I wasn't expecting to see him again this semester. Now, he's not only staring, but also following me around a lot during movement exercises. There are other men in the class, but you can clearly feel the difference. Nobody else stares or keeps trying to get close to me. He's being really creepy, and it's a constant thing.

Another thing happened today. I was assigned to a group project with 3 others to create an improv scene. But the moment the teacher walked away to let us work, this guy started talking non-stop and joking around, and the other two girls were just giggling with him. It was so weird. I let them joke for a bit, but then I tried to bring the topic back to our scene since that's what we were assigned to do. All three of them completely ignored me and kept joking. Shocked by what was happening, I ended up pulling out my phone. Then this guy asked for the girls' names and my name. I couldn't help but confront him, as I felt all three of them were deliberately ignoring or excluding me. He apologized, and said he's just a comedic person who likes to joke around, and that he didn't mean to ignore me. I accepted his apology and asked again if we could work on the scene. But right after, all three of them went straight back to joking and giggling. It felt so stupid. In the end, we did perform the scene, but it was overly simplified and I felt so frustrated. After coming home and thinking about it, I realized maybe those three just had no interest in working on the scene and didn't really care about the class. It really surprised me. Why would people spend time and money on a class if they don't care? Now, I really hope I don't get assigned to projects with any of them again.

So out of the other 8 students in class, there are now 4 that I don't want to work with or even interact with. This makes me really want to drop the class. But on the other hand, I really like the teacher, I want to learn, and I don't want to waste my semester. However, this class is very group project heavy, and I know there's a high chance I'll be paired with them again.

I'm really torn and would love to get some advice on what to do. Thank you!

I 19F got sick around the end of May. I had just started working as a CNA at this nursing home. I was in training when I was changing a lady with another CNA. She told me she would be back in a minute so Im waiting until I find out she took her lunch break. So the resident is getting upset because she's been on the toilet for 10-15 minutes. This lady cannot stand and is a 2 person assist. So I look for someone else to help and I get told by someone that they dont get paid to do my job. I try asking several more people but everyone says they cant help. So i lift this lady myself and she throws up on me.

After like an hour, I start feeling really, really sick to my stomach so I leave early. I also vomited 4 times and kept repeatedly chocking on my own vomit. Less than an hour later I'm in the ER. They tell me it's probably a virus and give me nausea medicine. My BP is 70/46 I'm passing out every 2 minutes and I get discharged.

I go back to the ER a day later because Im still vomiting and cant keep nothing down. They discharge me and tell me i need to drink more fluids.

I have had back to back dr appointments. Ive been tested for h pylori and it came back negative. My Dr said it's just stress or I might have an ED. I have stomach pain after i eat anything and its getting more and more severe.

I vomit after every meal. I also started developing allergic reactions where my tounge ans cheeks swell and develop a rash. My throat will sometimes get numb and tingly. I went on a diet that was :

No dairy

No gluten

No corn

No sugar

No raw vegetables

No nightshade vegetables

No soy

No seed oils

No spicy foods

No citrus

No legumes

No nuts

I will say my stomach felt better but I was eating so little and I'm sure I was missing out a lot of vitamins so I felt like shit anyways and started crying. I have cronic nerve pain in my teeth so I have a very high pain tolerance but just couldn't take it.

I still have reflux, severe stomach pain, and vomiting. I throw up after any kind of red meat and shrimp. I cant eat chicken. Salmon I can eat with no problems and sometimes eggs but they make me bloated.

I had these issues when I was little. Im so sad because my health was doing so good before I got sick. My parents try sayings it's a consequence from God or result from mental illness. I know it isnt true but I feel insulted.

I litterly was just crying from the pain. Ive been to 3 didfrent drs not including the er docs. I need help I need recommendations. No one thinks it's this serious but it is. Please any help/comments will be appreciated.

I am a small young girl. Yesterday I was outside my apartment in my complex training my German Shepherd puppy, and this tall skinny guy, probably in his forties walked past me, pretended like he was going to walk down the sidewalk, then turned back in my direction and stood a little ways away from where I was at, watching people. He then proceeded to walk away, though returned several seconds later, waited until people passed, then got even closer to me then hung out there. He repeated this one more time, getting closer to me than before, then went up a random set of stairs as if to look casual, though headed back down them, so i moved some buildings down. He then managed to walk absolutely right past me anyway. I know I was being harassed. I do have a couple of little weapons on me, but still.

I mean unsafe as in "left on the counter all night and not put in the fridge" kind of unsafe. They claim that they have done it all their lives and nothing has ever happened, which a) doesn't really have to be true lol b) is survivor bias.

Unfortunately, when I even dare ask if the ingredient used was the expired one we still have, or when was the food put into the fridge ... Even when I offer to stay up and wait until the food (which they prepare in the EVENING) gets cold and then put it in the fridge, they yell at me - that I'll starve when I'm older, that I am stupid, etc. They refuse when I offer to help so it gets done earlier and then cold before we go to bed.

I am not yet an adult, but I can make my own food. I make it as often as I can, but unfortunately I can't make myself lunch (according to them), which coincidentally is usually the food that gets left on the counter overnight. And when I say I will make my own food anyway, then they say I should pay for it - which it dumb, I don't have any source of income, plus I would use the food we have that somebody else would have used anyway, so in my opinion it's a win-win situation.

It it a matter of control? Do they refuse to change their routine...because of what? I have health anxiety and mild emetophobia, which makes the situation way emotionally harder. Every try to help on my account has failed. What do I do?

And yes, I forgot to mention, they refuse to put food into the fridge unless it's FULLY room temperature. How can you expect a large pot of soup to cool down anytime soon? It's ridiculous, and I got completely chewed out the last time I dared to put something slightly warm into the fridge. Help???

Hi, I want to ask you for advice on what to do with my dad. In short, I have a younger sister. We had a terrible childhood, my dad himself comes from a bad family situation (grandma had 6 children, she was the only one raising them, he was the last child, she didn't pay attention to him because she had 3 jobs, he was raised by older siblings, but she wasn't a harpy) and ever since I can remember, we've felt unwanted. As children, he beat us, punished us by ignoring us (for example, my sister dropped her camera on vacation, she was about 6 years old and he didn't talk to her for 2 months, yes, he ignored us as small children!), I remember a trip when I was also about 6-7 years old, I cried in the back of the car because my parents didn't want to buy me a stuffed animal and he crashed into another car, he beat me at home, said it was my fault and probably didn't talk to me for several months. To this day, I can still remember how I went to him that night to say good night, dad, and he didn't say anything. Besides, we've been hearing our whole lives that we were stupid. Did you fall? Are you stupid? Are you excited? Are you stupid. We were stupid at everything. He even addressed us like that in front of people. Once at my aunt's wedding, he told us in front of people that he would like to hit us over the head with a hammer. We were the only ones in school, both graduated from high school with honors, nice women, good jobs and anyway - I have a bad job because I'm an idiot. He always criticizes us. He never told us he loves you. I'm proud of you. You're just an idiot, you annoy me, you're worthless and you cost me a lot of money. I made a driver - reaction and what? Should I fuck myself? My sister got a dream job where she'll work with children - reaction? Are you going to do that with gypsies? Ugh. I'm pointing out that he wanted children.

He's been treating us like this all our lives. He puts us down, criticizes us for everything, all our hobbies and interests are terrible, inferior, we're ugly, fat or skinny, when my boyfriend broke up with me and I came home crying he said to me - so what? Has he finally kicked you out of the house?

He also neglected our health care - we always had to be at school under all circumstances because he didn't want to deal with any inconvenience. 40 fever? Are you going to school. I went to the hospital in a delirium after school and stayed there for 2 weeks on antibiotics. And at the hospital he told me that I needed it because I was dressing badly. I still have one kidney from that bad thing. And I can't hear well in one ear, I also had an infection and they didn't take me to the doctor. My sister also has several such things.

According to him, we chose a bad high school, a bad college (for morons), but he was never there to help us choose, to guide us. Imagine that you live with a landlord, you have somewhere to eat, somewhere to sleep, what to wear, but that person will only ask you questions your whole life. Where was our mother? Severe alcohol addiction because of him, she died 7 years ago. That's a different story, also very ugly. She usually had a liter of hard liquor in her during the day, so don't expect any maternal love and care. Most days she was either asleep or not at home, when she had a nervous breakdown she would break up half the apartment or we would drag her home from the hospital exhausted. She would usually have a blood alcohol level of 4 at lunch. My sister and I both ended up in the ER. But when she wasn't drinking, she was a good person. At least you could talk to her. And sometimes she told us that she loved us.

For a while after my mother's death, he experienced a bit of mortality and was a bit normal, at that time we both tried to establish a relationship. But gradually it slipped back into the old rut, we were idiots again that he despises. He currently lives with his sister because he promised her the apartment they live in. He gave me money for the apartment so I moved out. And that keeps her trapped. And he oppresses her every day.

Gradually it got to the point that she didn't wish us happy holidays, she wasn't interested in my son (the only grandchild), simply if I or she didn't take a step, there's no relationship. And if I don't come to see him, she punishes me even more. Didn't you come? I'm your father, so I know it's your birthday. Or your son.

Everyone tells me that I should talk to him. And that he's my father, so I should apologize. But lately I've had an extreme urge to erase him from my life for all those years of wrongdoing. Sometimes I wish he or I would die, so that I could break through that feeling. It's terrible, but it's true. Has anyone experienced something similar? Cut off a parent completely? Thank you to everyone who read this far..

When you lose hope after you’ve been fired or laid off twice at the same company (got a request from the high school I used to tutor in for my immediate removal because I didn’t have rapport with the students, and then got let go by the company itself after serving as a tutor at an elementary school where I had rapport with my students), and there is either no response from potential employers or rejection, and despair and hope comes in waves and you’re doubting whether the education field really is for you