My friend has almost, all the things that makes you think of trying too hard to be liked. They are just over all a people pleaser. And whenever they smile it’s always way too forced and, they are impulsive. And never remember stuff they say, it’s really, (this is gonna sound mean.) pathetic to watch and I feel bad but also it just gets under my skin and… annoys me, I think it annoys me so much because it reminds me of some of my worst flaws.
I’m pretty sure it’s because the way they are treated by their family, but, I don’t know, this person just always feels, at best fake, at worst, they just leave entirely. It’s never natural around them… they’re always so tense and it feels like they can’t ever just chill without feeling so awkward. It can get painfully awkward around them. Can I feasibly help this person in anyway or should I just back off and focus on my own sanity?? I feel really bad, and care about them enough but, god it’s really bad…

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Hi! Not sure if I’m allowed to post a picture. I’ve been pumping since January and I have had a different blister once ON my nipple, but this looks more like a blood blister or severe bruise (maybe same thing) around nipple under the skin. Anybody have this before? Suggestions? Can I keep the milk from that side? Should I keep pumping a lot or rest mostly that side and hand express? Thanks so much!

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• No major health issues
• No medications

I had two large strawberry hemangiomas on the top left side of my head when I was born. They were right next to each other, and became MASSIVE as the years went on - like an inch and a half tall. (I wore a lot of hats as a kid lol). The bumps completely flattened once I turned 6 years old or so, but they left a couple inches of loose skin and a bald spot on my head. Thankfully I have super thick hair so usually no one notices.
My whole life I've absolutely hated touching this spot. It almost makes me nauseous to touch because it doesn't feel AT ALL like the rest of my scalp. It doesn't really seem to have nerve endings but I still feel something - it's really weird. I think it freaks me out because it feels like a dent, or like a "soft spot" that babies have on their head.
Anyways, recently I noticed a couple painful(ish) bumps right on the edge of the loose skin. They feel like those under-the-skin cystic pimples. Now that I think about it, I think these bumps have been there for awhile, but I just figured they were pimples that would go away. But even if they are zits that come-and-go, they have been there more often than not in the past couple years.
Lately I've been having random shooting pains that seemingly stem from this spot. They go down into my jaw when they happen, and seem to happen a little bit more after quickly standing up -- when you get that "lightheaded" feeling and your head pounds a little. It isn't extreme by any means, but there definitely seems to be random "headaches" stemming from this spot.
NOTE: I've had pain at the top of my head in the past, usually when I haven't eaten for awhile, so I'm not even sure if these bumps & the shooting pain are related. My neck has been very tight lately, so I'm wondering if this is more muscular vs. something actually being wrong with my birthmark scar
Does any of this sound particularly concerning? I'm really trying not to go to the doctor for every little thing because I have awful insurance. Also, would this even be an issue to bring up to my primary care physician? Maybe a dermatologist?
Thanks in advance.

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The Daughter that Follows
Chapter 27
Reunited
Part 3
Anna’s barriers flared to life and she felt Hong Long try to push through.
“No, we don't want to scare them any worse than they are.” Anna said telepathically as she felt the creature’s jaws begin to squeeze down on her barriers.
She felt Hong Long strain against her will then finally push through and form in front of her. The dragon roared and slammed into the beast, coiling and restraining the struggling creature. Then it looked in the direction of Alan. Anna followed her tulpa’s gaze.
Alan Quain was casually holding the moth of the Indominous Rex shut, the creature was now forcefully crouched and clearly in a submissive stance. He was patting its side and soothing it with comforting words and a telepathic reassurance. He looked over at Anna briefly and nodded to the other one which was currently trying to bite into Hong Long, which was proving fruitless as the tulpa’s skin was near impenetrable to a mundane creature. Anna, however, was getting the feeling of bites all over her body.
She sighed and walked over to the dinosaur, near enough to its snapping jaws, but more than just out of range. She focused and soon she was in it’s mind. He was a furious and aggressive creature, made even more aggressive by a lifetime of shocks from batons and drugs from guns. She saw his only solace was his sister who was now being casually restrained by something it saw as food. Anna reached out mentally and hugged the creature in its mind. To the dinosaur’s perspective though it was now very tiny compared to Anna’s mental form. She tried her best to comfort it, but it was continually lashing out. Soon though, her father joined her and pulled her away. The dinosaur soon fell into a deep sleep.
“They’ll have to be quarantined in the old Bio-Syn sanctuary, but we don’t have to end them.” Alan said. “This one is going to be a problem unless he’s asleep though.”
“People suck.” Anna sniffled.
Alan nodded. “We can, but we can also...”
“Be better.” Anna nodded. “Kratos wasn’t a subtle teacher.”
Alan laughed, “You’d be surprised.”
“So what now?” Anna asked.
“I contacted Billy, they’ll be here for pickup in the morning. Then they go to the sanctuary and we go back to the camp for a bit. Until then I’ll keep him in a deep sleep, his sister won’t be too much of an issue, she’s calmer, but she’s gonna need to eat.” Alan said as he looked to Hong Long, “Think you can help out there?”
Hong Long snorted and nodded, then looked at Anna.
Anna smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”
Hong Long made a series of mumbles and nudged Anna’s head.
“Go get her something good to eat. Like a big crocodile or something.” Anna smiled and patted him on the head.
The tulpa dragon flew off.
Alan made camp and Anna helped. By the time they had finished Hong Long had returned and put an overly large snake by the Rex’s mouth.
“Well that’s a fucking huge anaconda.” Alan sighed as purple flashed around the area of their camp.
“Something we should worry about?” Anna asked.
Alan shrugged. “Potentially, there are realities where anacondas just get absurdly large and eat people.”
Anna’s eyes went wide.
“I doubt this is one of those worlds, but for all I know someone de-extincted the Titanboa.” Alan huffed and added, “Again.”
“Again?!” Anna almost shrieked.
“I thought you loved all animals.” Alan laughed.
“I do, but who keeps making these clones and why?” Anna stomped her foot on the ground as Hong Long shrunk down and coiled over her shoulder.
“Rich assholes wanting to make more money by selling a ‘perfect weapon’.” Alan sighed. “Story doesn’t change much honestly. Psionic soldier. Cloned dinosaur. Engineered Dinosaur. Ancient Snake. They always want to exploit something, there’s always a Looten Plunder.”
“Okay, was that a name?” Anna asked.
“Ah, you didn’t get to meet The Planeteers, that’s right.” Alan sighed and shook his head. “We’ll go find a world of theirs, you’d get along with all of them. But yeah it's the name of an asshole whose only goal is to exploit nature for money. Also hires a very lethal mercenary I tend to have to kill.”
“Yikes.” Anna said as she sat down and began to stroke Hong Long like a very long and reptilian cat.
“The Planteers were 5 kids recruited by a very literal spirit of the Earth, Gaia. They’re not soldiers and were never meant to be, their entire purpose is education and enlightenment. But they weren’t left defenseless. They each got a magic ring, four with the classic elements and the fifth is heart, which is kinda like telepathy but more here...” He tapped his chest. “If they really get pressed, which happens to them a lot because they're teens and they’re fighting psychotic, sometimes super villain adults, they can combine the powers to make...” He gestured in the air and the illusion of a blue skinned man with teal hair and red suit-like parts on his body appeared, “Captain Planet.”
“Nice mullet.” Anna snickered.
“He likes it.” Alan laughed. “He loves those kids, I try to remember that when I’m in their worlds.”
Anna nodded as she watched the image. “He has the heart of a hero.”
Alan laughed, “Filling those shoes already?”
“I think it’s because the other part of my base is already there.” Anna said. “I’m just waiting on you.”
“Well now we’re just waiting on each other.” Alan smirked. “Get some sleep. I got the watch. Need to keep the big boy asleep anyway.”
Anna nodded and walked into her tent, “Hong Long keep him some company for a bit please?”
Hong Long nodded coiled around Alan’s waist, waiting to be patted.
“Oh no, you don’t fool me.” Alan smiled as he pulled out some cards. “Come on, a game or two.”
Hong Long wrinkled his nose and snorted but coiled his lower body in such a way that it made a flat enough surface to play a game of cards.
Anna woke up to the sound of metal clanging against metal. Slowly she walked out of her tent and saw that her father was loading the male Indominous Rex into a holding sling. The female was actually sitting calmly in a holding crate, two large goat carcasses at her maw for her to eat whenever.
“Your dragon cheats.” Alan laughed as he locked the final column into place. “But he cheats poorly.”
“Why are you teaching my dragon card games?” Anna asked as she patted the dragon that once again coiled around her like a sash.
“He knows them, I just wanted a game or two.” Alan snorted.
Hong Long made some murmuring noises and grumbles that Anna understood as him being upset at being caught.
“Of course he caught you, he’s endlessly old.” Anna said with a minor jab to her father.
Alan smiled then realized what she had said as several work men laughed at the joke.
“My daughter, guys.” Alan sighed. “All right, let’s pack and get back to the camp and a warm shower!”
“Oh, warm showers.” Anna nodded. “And you can tell me about some other places we should visit.”
Alan smiled as he hugged his daughter. “I got a great one!” He laughed.
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Another helicopter ride and a few time zones later the father and daughter were once again at the Montana based Camp Cretaceous. Alan had gotten the honor of the first shower in no small part due to a pachy skidding and covering him in mud and excrement through the fencing it had. Anna was glad that she had it last though, she got to enjoy the fresh hot water that she knew her dad had helped kick up.
It was well into the evening when they were sitting on his porch, looking out at the heads of the brachiosauruses swaying in the setting sun. Rio was even taking her time to watch them as well.
Alan was actually enjoying himself to a degree he hadn’t let himself in a very long time.
Anna was ecstatic, and enraptured by the gentle giants.
Rio’s recent turmoil and confusion seemed to have faded.
Then Alan sighed loudly and put his beer down on a table.
Anna focused and Rio did as well.
Hong Long coiled around Anna.
Rio stood and took a defensive stance.
From the high above the green aura of Psy-Ko descended, her enhanced powers made her glow like a beacon in the night. Besides her a suit of black metallic armor was descending as well.
“Hello Alan.” Psy-Ko smiled. “Anna.”
“Go die in a fire.” Anna growled.
“Is that anyway to greet--” Psy-Ko was cut off.
“Yes!” Alan shouted, “Yes it is how you great lunatics who hound and harass your family!”
An invisible force sent the armor that contained Sindri sailing into the sky.
“Well, I guess we’re fighting then!” Sindri roared as he rebounded back faster than anyone could react. His armor’s fist impacted a barrier that seemed to pop out of thin air. It was gleaming white and had odd symbols filling it.
“I’m sorry, I’m keeping them safe for a bit.” Ragnis grinned as he appeared. “Allow me to assert your place in the hierarchy of power.”
“Above him.” Psy-Ko grinned as green strands of hair stretched out and began to weave themselves into the various dinosaurs.
“Oh no you don’t!” Anna snarled as she formed a blade of her aura around her wrist and levitated herself up to the stands, cutting through all of them.
Alan just stared as his temper started to flare. “FLEISCH!” He roared.
The psionic woman smiled at the man she hated. “You remembered my name.”
“You’re boring.” Ragnis said as he looked down at the straining form of Sindri in his mech suit. “Now her..” Ragnis made a kicking motion and Sindri’s mech was swallowed by a beam of light and vanished.
Ragnis was then immediately at Psy-Ko’s side swinging a huge claymore down on her. Psy-Ko smiled as she dodged effortlessly. Soon she felt all the strands of her hair were cut free from their targets. Shr grinned again as she turned to Anna.
“My dear, why such worry? They’d be under better care with me.” Psy-Ko tried her best to give a sweet smile.
Anna stopped and turned to her.
“Anna!” Alan shouted. “She’s up to something.” He brought himself into the air and watched as Rio awas now engaging the returning form of Sindri. “This is some sort of trap!”
“Oh do be quiet Alan!” Psy-Ko sneered as tendrils of her hair raced and encased Alan Quain.
Anna roared as she surged forward. Ragnis joined her in the shout of rage. Psy-Ko moved effortlessly as she used her hair to snake into Anna’s aura and steal control of her arm from her. She directed it to the sword arm of the Scion of Life.
Ragnis shrieked in pain as his right arm was lopped off half way up his forearm. The limb fell as Anna watched in shock at what Psy-Ko had done. Psy-Ko laughed in joy as Sindri caught the limb and vanished. Then the hair that had encased Alan Quain detonated as if a bomb of pure power had gone off. It left Psy-Ko with only half of her hair left as she too shrieked in pain.
Psy-Ko floundered as she tried to focus once more. She was able to get just enough focus to see the rising form of Alan Quain, the purple mark of his psionic power that marked his eyes was now expanded out like with the edges splashed in black and white, like volcanoes of rage highlighting just how dangerous a force of nature he was becoming.
“Retreat Ragnis.” Alan said with an angry hiss.
Anna was still in shock. “Ragnis...”
“It’s alright kid.” Ragnis winced, “We both fell for it.” He vanished and left her to her confusion.
“I’m done pulling my punches with you.” Alan focused on Psy-Ko and the woman felt an intense pressure on her throat.
“No!” The high pitched and gleeful voice of Atropos said as she appeared and encased Psy-Ko in a wave of dark pulsing energy. “I think that will have to wait...” Then they vanished.
It took both Anna and Alan a few moments to establish that no major damage had been done, but there were now reports of UFOs fighting over dinosaurs. Which was going to definitely boost their tourism funding at the camp.
When they came down and went back inside Anna was crying into her pillow.
“Stupid question, but can I do anything?” Alan asked.
“I’m sorry, I should have listened.” Anna sniffled.
“She actually surprised me with that.” Alan said. “Hair powers. That’s quite a change.”
“Psychic hair powers.” Anna corrected him with a small laugh.
“That’s...” Alan blinked. “That’s just dumb and I know a woman who uses her normal hair in a similar way.”
“Will he be okay?” Anna asked.
Alan shrugged. “I mean according to them you took off half of the Wicked Bitch’s hand and she couldn’t fix that.”
Anna nodded. “I’m a danger to them.”
A flash outside their door and a knock later and Ragnis was opening the door and walking in. He was wearing a heavily metallic prosthetic.
“You could have waited for me to answer.” Alan said.
“You were going to let me in anyway.” Ragnis shrugged and showed off his hand. “No hard feelings, I got a new one.”
“Why does that look...” Anna stared at it. “Is that Vik’s work?”
“No, but it is from V’s reality.” Ragnis smiled. “Going to need some variants, but now that I have one that’s a part of me I can work with it.”
“But she has your hand.” Anna pointed out.
“Yeah, that’s concerning.” Ragnis nodded. “But don’t blame yourself, they clearly planned this. And we both had to fall for it.”
“I mean, I did say it was a trap.” Alan shrugged.
“Yeah but how did you know?” Anna asked.
“He is endlessly old.” Ragnis nodded.
Alan stared at the Scion.
“I already used that earlier.” Anna said.
“Daughters get a ‘being cute’ pass.” Alan growled.
“Look, I already told the others, I got this so don’t blame yourself.” Ragnis sighed. “She’s been a step ahead for so long.” Ragnis shook his head. “But I’m still keeping an eye on you. Let her meet the kids, get some rest, leave when you’re ready.”
Alan nodded. “Thanks.”
Rio stared at the Scion. “Will she target others?”
“Oh my god she’s trying to become Sarumon of Many Colors!” Anna gasped.
“Wonderful reference, but no it doesn’t work like that. At most that hand has a very small amount of what my concept of life is.” Ragnis shook his head. “Although now I have to have Perfection paint the image of her in a rainbow outfit just to annoy her.”
“Why would it annoy her?” Anna asked.
Ragnis sighed, “She’s Evil, not terribly original and quite frankly she should be easy to predict, but we keep missing something.”
“Her actual goal.” Alan sighed. “It’s been something so insane you can’t grasp.”
“Do you have any insight oh, old one?” Ragnis asked
Alan glared once again. “No, because again I’m not that desperately insane. Once this thing with Darkseid is over you got me for the seconds it takes to flatten her.”
“Or flatline her.” Anna added.
Alan and Ragnis both cast a concerned glance at Anna.
“She’s getting to me.” Anna sighed.
Rio stood up and sat next to Anna. “Would you like to pet my head again?”
Anna smiled and slowly patted Rio’s head.
“When in doubt, pet a friend.” Ragnis said, “You two relax, you’re safe. Even if the res of us aren’t.”
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S: (looks around) Well...
Perfection: What?
S: I know one of you wants to say it.
Perfection: Say what?
S: Spaceballs, Lord Helmet.
Perfection: But there wasn’t a jamming scene.
S: I keep forgetting your sense of humor.
Wraith: (Walks in wearing an oversized helmet) “So, Lone Starr, now you see that evil will always triumph because good is dumb.”
DM: (Walks in wearing the same helmet)
Perfection: Also I’m a fan of Yogurt.
S: I worry about my mind sometimes.

I wanted to know how others feel about roasting in their relationships. I'm personally a bit tired of the notion that enjoying aggressive teasing is a pre-requisite to being funny, but I welcome any perspective or advice that could help me feel differently or welcome it more and take more pleasure in it.
I (26F) have coincidentally been in a few relationships with men who like to get under the skin and constantly poke fun at me, I'm currently in one (29M). It's not occasional but daily; meanwhile affirmation and affection can be subtle. Often times it's fun, it's true that I'm not keen on overly sweet men, I prefer not to overindulge on romance. But roasting is not something I've adapted to though my partners think I'm otherwise very funny. I generally like more direct communication, and from my perspective, roasting can more often than not feel like passive aggression.
I'm not referring for example to teasing in the context of your partner trying to help you with an issue by gently joking about something you could improve, or some helpful forms of teasing like that. I'm referring to a partner just repeating specific things they know will bother or annoy you, or when teasing happens in response to something you care about and want to share/discuss.
When this happens, I usually can't think of a comeback... because it's baffling. I just go to thinking "What prompts this? Are you trying to assert dominance, make me feel insecure and needy? Are you trying to see how far you can push me? Do you have nothing else to say?" My partner for example will often make a joke about if not ignore a new interest I bring up. Though the jabs aren't deep, I can find it annoying that he won't just continue my conversation, ask questions if he's not sure what to add, and instead predictably joke about it or move on to the next topic. For some examples, he jokes about my culture/tells people I have a different nationality to be funny, but not try to learn my language (like I try to learn his) or ask me about it. It really gets to a point where I don't feel valued or taken interest in, It doesn't feel right, and I've voiced that with some acknowledgement and apologies, but he seems to also insist it's healthy. I actually casually asked myself aloud with him earlier if I was an odd girl for not being fond of teasing. He asked "do you want to know the answer?" and after agreeing, he proceeded to tell me his ex would "usually just roast him back." Sounds like he misses that. I'm all for kinks, but someone needs to enlighten me on this one.
Lastly, if it adds more context, I think that my partners have seen me as a caring and somewhat serious person who wants to have a successful relationship, and I am starting to wonder if that also triggers this behavior. Would my partners maybe lay off a bit if I was less like this, if I was maybe more aloof?
I thank anyone who's followed my tangents. I think this behavior can be distracting, and that life is interesting enough. He and I laugh all day at other wholesome things, jokes, memes, even very controversial and fucked things about society etc. I just haven't come around to understand why people enjoy insulting each other so much. How does this play a role in your lives, why do you think it happens? What helps you understand your partner or prevent this? What does being treated like this say about me? By no means do I think this is gendered, though from my understanding, boys often grow up with this kind of socialization. Of course I also request advice on my specific situation, thanks!

Hello, I am a condominium resident (owner) in the city of Chicago. I am also covered under the Americans with Disabilities Act thanks in part to severe multiple-disc herniation. I'm hoping someone may be able to answer my question as I haven't had much luck through online searches.
I recently purchased an electric scooter (not an electric wheelchair-type scooter, but a commuter one) to help me get around the city as walking for long distances is not viable due to my health issues. This is my only mode of transportation. The building rules and regulations state that residents are not allowed to take, specifically, "bicycles or tricycles" out of the building's front lobby, if they choose to keep it within their unit instead of paying the building to utilize a bike slip in the garage. The garage is in the building's basement, which is only pedestrian-accessable via a staircase. Additionally, you CAN also purchase a garage door opener to allow for entrance/exit via the vehicle ramp. Due to the fact I cannot afford this, as well as the fact I have trouble getting up and down stairs during a not-so-insignificant number of days, I have chosen to keep my scooter in my unit instead. Now although the rules and regulations state "bicycles/tricycles", I have been approached by 2 different people telling me that I cannot take my scooter out through the front door which the front elevator feeds out to at ground level, and am expected to use the back elevator that feeds out about a quarter-floor higher, and pick up my 65lb scooter to carry it out the back door which feeds out into the alley via a set of stairs, which I cannot do without exacerbating my existing condition and risking injuring myself further.
So basically, what I am asking is, do I have a right to ask for, and expect cooperation from, the board regarding a "reasonable change in the rules" to allow me to take my scooter into and out of the front lobby through the ADA? Thank you in advance!

Hey all, I was diagnosed with Asperger syndrome when I was nine/about to be ten in 2012 and later autism spectrum disorder when I was fourteen. I have a question. What do you think this is I’m dealing with? Do you think this could be an underlying symptom of my Asperger’s/autism or something entirely different that could be comorbid with my Asperger’s? I hear faint male voices in my head that get louder at night. They sound like narrative tape recordings that get the play button activated whenever a trigger occurs. For example, if I’m walking outside, tell me that if I touch a leaf/it touches me or if my mom or another person touches my arm or something that I will transform into a leaf/plants will grow out of my skin/I will transform into that person/my arm will change into theirs in five seconds (I can see the countdown in my imagination) if I don’t count my fingers 18 times “to verify my age” correctly, go urinate, spit on my shirt, or blink 18 times. They also tell me not to step on certain rugs because they could be a portal to Hell. I have to walk around them, which can be very difficult. I used to be on Seroquel 100 mg, Lamictal 150 mg twice a day, and Fluvoxamine 50 mg. The Fluvoxamine was for OCD, which has been considered for the symptoms I’ve described. However, it seems to have made my voice louder and more demanding, so I transferred over to Invega 1.5 mg. last week and I’m getting off of another version of Seroquel, the extended release 50 mg. version. I’m honestly slowly starting to feel better. The voices started when I was eight years old. I remember the day exactly. I had seen “Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade” the night before, and it scared the absolute shit out of me (please excuse my language). The next day, I was listening to “The Boys Of Summer” by Don Henley, and that’s when I first heard (and imagined) the notorious “countdown.” So, I have a love/hate relationship with that song. I did not tell anyone about my voice(s) until I was ten. I was too scared to mention them. Soon thereafter, I started on Abilify at about 5 mg. It made me gain a ton of weight and messed with my mental state terribly for the first four years, then I lost weight by removing sugar and gluten from my diet for a bit. I longer do that diet, albeit I work out weekly or twice a week now to keep myself in shape. It started to “work” per se then, although I didn’t like the way it made me feel honestly. When I was 17, I got off of Abilify and transferred to only Fluvoxamine 50 mg. I felt terrible afterwards. I had no motivation to socialize, so simple things such as talk, eat, drink, and walk, no libido, and angry breakdowns were very common. So, then I started on Lamictal 25 mg. twice a day to change my moods. It worked slightly, but I couldn’t sleep. So, soon thereafter, I got put on 25 mg. of regular Seroquel. I felt better, though my voices were getting worse. After my psychiatrist changed my meds the doses I mentioned at the top of this post, I felt wretched again. So now, I’m simply going to be on 1.5 mg. of Invega. My moods also whip like a pendulum. I can be perfectly happy one day, often to the point that I stay up all night listening to music and cleaning my room. My sexual libido also roars during this time. Other times, I can be pessimistic, unforgiving, feeling like I’m a cross to bear on everyone around me, even including my best friends, I feel I hate life, I yell and act curt over small things, my libido slowly dies, etc. My moods are very unpredictable. My psychiatrist diagnosed me with bipolar type II and OCD and later schizoaffective disorder after I was able after ten years to correctly describe what I was dealing with. Some rituals I believe are things I came up with to alleviate the voices’ aggressive commands. The voice(s) also tells me that I have to clinch my fingers a certain way on my pillow when I sleep. If they lose their form, I have to count my pinky fingers eighteen times often myriads of times as the “age verification” thing I mentioned above. Is the fear of transformation and the voice telling me to do things a certain way a symptom of my autism in your opinion, or what do you think it is? Does this sound like schizoaffective disorder to you, or what do you think I could be dealing with? Best regards, and peace and love! Ryan

We see the new restaurant.
I hope you enjoy.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Kalani, Krakotl Civilian
Date[standardized human time]: March 20, 2140
I calmly strolled through the streets, looking between buildings for the restaurant that Linda recommended.
Considering that the restaurant apparently wasn't open yet, I was looking for something that was explicitly unimpressive.
Eventually, I found something. A medium size building with a blank sign and some decor, with a restaurant-esque layout visible through the windows. I looked to see a well dressed man with brown skin and black hair sitting at a table, deep in thought.
He must be the boss.
I decided to enter.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Mateo Mapuson, Struggling Businessman
Date[standardized human time]: March 20, 2140
I was struggling.
The funny thing was what specifically I was struggling on.
I had a storebought stash and I had set up a garden and a meat printer in the back, to I wasn't struggling on ingredients. I had plenty of pots and pans and dishes and utensils, so I wasn't struggling on that. I had two fridges, two ovens, and a microwave, so I wasn't struggling with appliances. There was wood everywhere, and all of the tools necessary to fix problems in the walls, so I wasn't struggling on construction. I checked the plumbing myself, so I wasn't struggling with that.
I was struggling with naming the damn place.
I knew what I wanted for this place: a restaurant that offered both Hispanic and African cuisine. I simply had no idea how to portray that in the name of the restaurant!
Why can't naming things be simple? Why can't this be as easy as me-
"Hello, sir?"
I looked up to see a rather tall krakotl standing a few feet away. Before they could speak again, I seized my opportunity.
"What would you call a restaurant offering Afro-Hispanic cuisine?"
The krakotl thought for a moment.
"Ummm... Afro-Hispanic Cuisine?"
...
...
Oh my fucking god it's brilliant.
"You're a god damned genius." I said out loud.
"Um... thanks?"
"Are you interested in applying for a position here?" I asked, eager to get things under way.
"Yeah-"
"Do you have any amount of experience cooking?"
"Umm... a bit-"
"YOU'RE HIRED!!!"
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I know this shouldn't have bothered me but. I was hanging out with one of the very few friends who I've opened up to about my history with anorexia and bulimia. We were listening to music in the park and he turned to me and said "you know, I think I've realised recently that I have an eating disorder." I was like uhhhhhh but before I could say anything he said "but don't worry, I've never acted on it."
????? My brother in christ I'm not trying to gatekeep the weight/eating habits/whatever that define an eating disorder, but I'm pretty sure that disordered behavior is a pretty key part of it!! Idk he was so casual about it, it made me feel so gross and upset......like I have so much empathy if u have issues with negative thoughts about food/your body but don't call it what it's not!
Idk it's just such a big thing to say and i find even talking about EDs really triggering so it really got under my skin sorry for the rant!!

I just came on here to share some nuggets of wisdom about bras in general, if one of you find you learned something new then my job is done:)
To start with, I work in a high end lingerie store where we shape TO your body, not the other way around. Lingerie has the absolute power to transform how you feel on the daily as it’s the one thing that no uniform and no individual could control. Only YOU know what’s underneath (unless not, in that case im happy for you) and that’s special! I like to teach clients how they could wear special “fancy” pieces that they previously thought only existed for those special occasions on the daily. Quality of each piece matters, and personally find that European quality is just so much more than north American offers (cries in Canada). Once you figure out your size, you could mix around lingerie in your everyday wardrobe as statement pieces, sneaky peekaboos that could look so sophisticated when done right (ex: having a fancy lacy strap peaking through a blouse, having the top of the lacy cup peeking through in a cami, etc).
On top of this: I’ve met so many people who were mistreated at lingerie stores previously. You should not ever feel pushed into buying anything. You should not be ridiculed, shamed and ignored. Only YOU know what’s comfortable for you at the end of the day: and that’s okay. If you come to me and I fit you and you say you don’t like the true band size fit, and prefer loose because of ___, I will just warn you that you will not get as much support as you COULD, but will encourage you to stick with what you already know. If you’re sensitive to lace *good quality lace girl, not the la senza grit 4000 shred your lats by midnight. I will never show you lacey stuff. If you prefer to go in alone with no associate in the store to help you, I have tips on the bottom:)
Also a disclaimer: bra fitting is a freaking science to say the least, and that’s exactly why people like me exist! Since starting work I haven’t seen two pairs of breasts that are alike. Everyone is unique, everyone has at least a little difference in volume from left to right, and everyone has different preferences for bras.
I work hard everyday to break the stereotype of coming home and taking off that itchy piece of torture we wear daily for 8+ hours in our lives. I see so many girls come in saying they’re a 36C and they want a bra that FITS but surprise surprise they come out a 32G…
It could also be a very intimate and powerful piece of beautiful art that we wear for ourselves. Everyone deserves to be comfortable and feel beautiful in something like a bra.
Now onto the fun stuff, I’m gonna walk you through how to size yourself as best as you can :
Once you calculated your bra size with the calculator (which is correct for so many people (if measured according to instructions), however, some may feel more comfortable in sister sizing(see below))
To start with, there are two “main” types of bras: lined and unlined (padded/unpadded). I will not use any sort of “push up” or bra that has extra padding to give the girls any sort of “oomph”. When working, I prefer to size customers with unlined as that is when I can visually see if the sizing works because the padding hides any extra space that you’re not filling in that specific size. So to start with, i’m gonna have you grab any style unlined bra in the store to try on, along with two sister sizes in the same colour and style:

I will be using european sizing from here on out, so a DDD is just an F (D, DD=E, etc)

Fun fact: 2 bras of the same style but different colours usually fit DIFFERENT. I know all of the product that we offer, so I know which collections and which things fit and how they fit and who they work well with. You do not need this, just remember that every bra fits different even in the same size. The difference between the sizing is super minimal, but for comfort purposes you have to try on a lot. Just because a red bra made of super tight thick material doesn’t let you breathe in a 32H doesn’t mean that a lacy soft bra will as well.

• Go up a band size and down a cup size. (For example: if your “true” size is a 32C, I want you to grab 34B as well)

Fun fact: Sister sizes technically have around the same volume as each other but the shape of the wire is different. In every cup going up (A,B,C) the wire kind of concaves more outward so there’s more volume depending on the “root” of the girls. And sometimes the band fits better if your in between sizes:)

• Go down a band size and up a cup size.(Again, if your “true” size is 32C I want you to grab 30D)

Now into the changing room!

• Physical : Put on your “true” size first. Hook it on the loosest hook and pull the band below your back muscles. Now adjust the straps so that the band sits comfortably snug under the muscles, with around 3 fingers put horizontally under the hook on your back. It should stretch about 3-4 cm, and then “scoop” under your girls, sit them comfortably on top of the wire. Then grab the strap on top of the cup and pull it upwards towards your back and tighten until you have up to 2 fingers worth of space between the straps and your shoulder when you pull on it. Move around, if the wire is stabbing you when you’re flapping like a dying bird, not your fit.

the bra wire should sit comfortably under your girl hugging the shape. The end of the wire is supposed to be angles towards your armpit, not stabbing the girls.

• Visual : Now stand with relaxed shoulders and assess the size -> Is your boob inside the cup? There should be no “muffin top”. I’m trying to describe this as best as i can but i’m crying at this description i’m sorry😂* Now with a relaxed straight back (don’t hunch shoulders), lean over. If there’s a big gap it’s not your size girl move on.

Now repeat this with a sister size. Doesn’t matter if this one feels perfect, TRY it out some find these way more comfortable.
Now onto finding a GOOD quality bra that could outlast you:
also a very important one: Is it flattering? There are different types of styles of bras : demi cup, full cup, plunge, etc etc
I want you to try on at least a few before deciding what you don’t like. So many people don’t imagine wearing something when on display but change their minds when it’s on them.
Good quality bras that could last DECADES are in the 90-200 range. La senza and VS are following the big price ranges slowly but their quality is nowhere as good as something that Simone Pirele or Huit offers.
Fun fact: Red and any colour with red hues closer to your skin tone (read: beige lighter than your skin tone DOESNT work) will cover better under white tshirts than white.
If your bra is truly your size you should not feel it at the end of the workday.
Now random tips:
For bigger sizing stick to thicker straps. You need the support and the thin straps will dig in and make you die inside.
Demi cups are supper flattering on smaller sizes
Look at the stitching and quality of the material of the bra, learn to judge it: actual band material, if it feels high quality, if the lace is soft, etc etc. The felt on the back of the wire doesn’t count as “quality”. It should be soft but it’s never perfect, there’s some string strangers, etc.
I’ll edit if I remember anything important to add but my fried brain is retired after a long day :)

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You are out with your family having a picnic at the park. The sky is a happy shade of blue. Lazy whipped cream clouds glide above. You take a sip of your beer. It's a cold and bitter India Pale Ale - your favorite. Your wife is smiling at you. You smile back. She is beautiful with the sun's glow shining on her dark, curly hair and her pale skin. Now your kids have run off for some play. You remember the days when you could rush off and have fun like that right after eating. With the thought, a twinge in your back reminds you that you are getting older. Your daughter is chasing her younger brother down by a narrow creek bed. The smell of barbecue fills the air from neighboring picnickers.
A shriek pierces your ears. You stand up. "Moooooom! Daaaaad!" You feel your heart leap in your chest. Then, the sound of laughter. You turn to your wife. She smiles. She knows you always worry. "Come heeeere!" You and your wife head off to where your children call you from. You try to keep smiling to calm yourself down. Nothing is the matter. You've got a very minor heart condition that freaks you out on occasion. Deep down you know nothing is wrong, but that doesn't stop you from worrying. Everything is fine. As you crest the hill, you see your children holding something black. "Heyooo! Look what we found!" Your kids turn toward you and rush up to you. A small box turtle lies in your daughter's grasp, the shy critter's head withdrawn into its body.
"Come on now, Maddie, you should put that poor thing back. You're scaring it!" "Okay mom, ugh," your daughter replies. You wonder if this is an early sign of what is to come. Teenage attitude - your colleagues at the office warned you repeatedly what lies ahead.
You feel something slam into your abdomen. You look down. Your son is looking up and smiling, his arms wrapped around you. "I love you, daddy!" Your heart melts. With that, he runs back up the hill. "Can't beat me to the car Maddie!" Your wife laughs. "Well I guess we know who Joe's favorite is. What am I, chopped liver?"
You look down at the turtle that your sister put back into the creek. It has begun crawling again. Your daughter is running back up the hill. As you follow your children back up, you think about how you have a wonderful life.
Your mind wanders to current events and to what the future holds for your children. A good number of people these days think it's better to not even have kids because of climate change. Even more important - were we entering World War III? After what happened in Moscow last night, you can't help but wonder if this was really finally it. You feel your chest tightening as you recall just how close you live to Washington D.C.
You curse yourself. "I can never feel truly happy, even on a beautiful day like this with the people I love the most." No - All the terror in the world, all the evils committed throughout history by evil men - none of it can make you unhappy today.
You hear a tremendous CRASH. What the hell was that noise? A breeze has picked up. A hot air pierces the wind. As you finally reach the top of the hill, you see your children back by your picnic bench under the large elm tree. You smile at them. They are smiling back.
Another crash. Someone is screaming. Another crash. To your right, along the horizon, you see a red mushroom blooming. You turn to your wife. Her deep brown eyes confirm your fear.
A flash of light, then you are nothing.

I (21F) have been dating my boyfriend (28M) for two years and my parents don't know that I've been dating somebody this entire time. I'm not happy about it. My boyfriend definitely isn't happy about it. I've been wanting to tell them for the past two years since the first day I met this amazing guy, but the only reason why I haven't told them is due to fear, which I know is incredibly selfish. I know this makes me a horrible person, and Worst Daughter of the Year. It's been eating me up inside, and my boyfriend thinks that it's starting to get ridiculous that it's been TWO YEARS and he still hasn't met my parents. Especially since I've met his family many times and they now think of me as part of their family. I promised my boyfriend that I will introduce him to my parents later this month, but I'm terrified of the hell it will inevitably unleash.
I feel like I now have to explain why I'm so scared, but I know it doesn't truly excuse the fact that I am a horrible person. My current boyfriend is my second boyfriend, and my last boyfriend. He is also white. While my parents are not necessarily openly racist against white people, they definitely do not want their children dating/marrying any white people. This has been pounded into my head by my parents since I was ten years old. Really, they are against me dating/marrying any other race than Chinese.
For context, when I was dating my first boyfriend (who was white), I was very open to my parents about when we decided to start dating, how we met (we were coworkers), where we were meeting up for dates, what time I would be back home (usually by 8pm the latest), etc. I thought that by being honest, I could trust them in return.
My first boyfriend was a good guy, I definitely liked him, but that didn't prevent my parents from being absolutely horrible to me every single day we were together. At first, they would passively-aggressively make comments during meals that would get on my nerves, but I held my tongue. When that didn't work, they started outright insulting how he looks and saying hateful things about him in general, such as saying he looked ugly and that he only loved me for how I looked and that he's a creep for not dating someone from "his own kind". I would ask them if they wanted to meet him in person so that they can get to know him personally and see that he's a good person, but they would vehemently refuse. They said, "Why should I get to know him if he's not going to marry you?"
That's when it became clear to me that my parents weren't going to give their blessing of our relationship, even though our relationship was only in its early stages. And so, I stopped trying to swallow down their verbal abuse and every time they talked badly about my boyfriend I would stick up for him. I would point out that they wouldn't know what a happy relationship looked like because both of them are so miserable with each other (my parents had nearly gotten divorced three times, but stayed together only for my siblings and I). Obviously, this only made things worse and they turned their verbal abuse towards me. They threatened to kick me out, disown me, tried to guilt trip me, etc. It got so bad that I became suicidal (again). I would've left, if my boyfriend had a place of his own, but he didn't. He still lived with his parents too, and I wasn't going to ask his parents (whom I only met ONCE) to take me in. So I was forced to break up with my first boyfriend. I cried so much over the phone. Luckily, he understood and he was very kind about it, assuring me over the phone that he knew it wasn't my fault that I wanted to end our relationship. He even urged me to get mental health help (which I did eventually). All in all, our relationship lasted less than a month because of my parents. We hadn't even kissed at that point, because we were still in the phase where you're learning more about each other and doing coffee dates and small things like that. If you had talked to my parents, you'd think I was sleeping with him every single night or planning our wedding.
I don't know why I was surprised by how they reacted, but it hurt nevertheless.
A few months after the whole fiasco with my Ex, I decided to start going on dates again. At the time I was just dating for the heck of it. I didn't have any friends at the time, since most of my high school friends had moved out-of-state, so I was lonely. I wasn't planning on hopping into a serious relationship any time soon. To answer the question I know some readers might be wondering, NO, I did not have casual sex. I think most of the guys were lonely too and they just wanted to grab lunch/dinner, grab coffee, go bowling, etc. They were usually guys who more shallow people wouldn't date, either because they weren't ripped, didn't have any sexy tattoos, or were too short. All of the guys I went on a date with understood that it was only a 1 time thing and that I wasn't going to kiss them or have sex with them. We always split 50/50 for food, so that it was fair. A lot of them were happy to treat our date like a "practice date" for when they ended up meeting a girl they planned on seriously dating, and I was happy to give them advice after the date before we parted ways and went no-contact.
In a way, it helped me get over the pain I felt from breaking up with my Ex, knowing that there was always the opportunity to find love again. It gave me something to hope for, even when some days the world felt empty and grey.
Then I met my current boyfriend.
At this point I was getting used to the routine: swipe right, send them a friendly text introducing myself, ask where and when they would like to meet up, ask them what we would be doing on the date, and set my ground rules for the date.
However, I had such a great time with my boyfriend that I couldn't imagine not seeing him again. During the short 3 hours I got to know him over lunch, it felt like my world was full of color again. He had so many ridiculous funny stories to tell! I laughed and laughed and laughed. I remember thinking, "Geez, when was the last time I laughed this hard or smiled this much?"
I knew I definitely had to go on another date with him, so I asked. And we did. This time we went to the beach, which apparently made his family FLIP OUT because he supposedly hated going to the beach because of the sand sticking to his skin. After that, his family wanted to "meet the girl who got [boyfriend's name] to go to the beach". And so, everything kind of snowballed from there. I met his family and they were wonderful and so welcoming. My boyfriend and I went on a few more dates.
Eventually, at around five months, my boyfriend began to wonder when he was going to meet my family, and my stomach sank, because I thought that after I explained everything, he would run for the hills. But I was wrong. He told me that he understood. He told me to take my time until I felt comfortable enough to tell my parents about him. At around the 1 year mark, his family was horrified to learn that we have been dating without my parents' blessing, until I explained the gist of why, which still left out a lot of the more horrible details. Basically, I just briefly explained that my parents were kind of racist, but that I love [boyfriend's name] too much to let him go. They understood and mostly left it alone. Although sometimes they would hint that they think it would be really nice to have both of our families celebrate Christmas or Thanksgiving together under one roof.
But now it's been two years and my boyfriend has told me that he doesn't feel right letting this go on without my parents knowing. He also has expressed that he hates feeling like my dirty little secret. He also has his own condo, so he's offered that if my parents do end up kicking me out and disowning me, I can just move in with him. It makes me feel a little better, but the main problem is that I still love my parents too. Despite everything.
His family has also been super supportive. And my friends have been supportive of our relationship. Everyone else can see that my boyfriend and I have a strong relationship. Even my younger brothers.
Yes, my two younger brothers (17M & 15M) know about my boyfriend, and they really like him. Especially my 17 year old younger brother, who is autistic. My autistic younger brother practically idolizes my boyfriend, because he actually listens when my brother talks about one of his interests. If you've never been around an autistic person, here's something you should know. Autistic people love to talk about their interests, sometimes for hours at a time. Most people would just tune out my autistic brother when he starts talking for longer than 15 minutes. It doesn't help that he also happens to have a really bad stutter. However, my boyfriend is more than happy to talk with him for HOURS, which is something even I don't have the patience for. My other younger brother will occasionally chime in, which is surprising since he usually likes to just stay glued to his phone.
My love for my boyfriend grows every time I see him interact with my autistic younger brother, because I was afraid that they would not get along. Or worse, my boyfriend would dump me out of the fear that any children we have may also show signs of being on the spectrum (in my culture, people like my brother are outcasts). I feel blessed to have such an amazing partner.
Which brings us back to the main dilemma. No matter what, I am not leaving my boyfriend. He has not given up on the love we share, despite all of my warnings. So I'm going to stand my ground, because it's the least he deserves.
Sorry for the long post. I'm still unsure of how I'm going to go about this, but I know that this cannot go on any further. Moral of the story for any parents out there who are reading this: do not do this to your children. You. will. fuck. them. up. Trust your children and they will trust you in return with the major things going on in their lives. Like who they are dating.

i had a referral from my doctor to surgeon, someone they thought were better suited to help with my HS. the dr overwhelmed me a bit. while she was poking and prodding at my breasts and armpits, she kept repeating how she’s seen this for 40 years and this is the worst case she’s ever seen. she continued to tell me i have a lot on my plate (i have a pilonidal cyst as well) and that i had a very long road ahead of me. this all made me feel very anxious and defeated.
she asked what i was taking for the pain in which i responded ibuprofen so she prescribed me something that is meant to help w inflammation and pain. then went on to ask about what i’ve tried in the past. she gave me my options (plastic surgery for a skin graft and some kind of surgery i don’t remember the name of or to see a dermatologist to see if i can get it under control.) it’s safe to say i couldn’t hold my tears back, i sobbed the second she walked out of the door. i’ve been so used to doctors looking at me like i’m a freak of nature and pushing me out their doors. even though she didn’t have the best bedside manner, she’s trying. and i’ve never had a doctor do that before.
i opted for a dermatologist first, then she gave me the info for the plastic surgeon.
what should i ask the dermatologist?
the medication she put me on is naproxen 500 mg, 1 tablet a day for 10 days and clindamycin hydrochloride 300 mg 1 tablet 4 times a day for 10 days.
has anyone taken these for their HS?

I had fistulotomy lay open 1 month ago yesterday i was at my crs because i felt hard flesh around the track he saw it and said its normal Woke up today with a lump there under the skin Im depressed and don't know what to do

I tried my first cup today and doing a bit of research. I chose the Venus cups, bought the set of 2 since I wasn't sure just how big the cups would be. I of course tried the small size (the large is crazy big!). I am able to successfully get it in and out.
Here is the issue. Even the small size feels too big. The stem was physically sticking out, and since I felt comfortable being able to remove it, I cut it off and reinserted it. The cup however still feels very low, is practically pushing the skin around the vagina up. If I puty finger just inside the lips, its there. After trying to reinsert it higher, it clearly will not go up any higher. It is not physically uncomfortable but mentally I am as I feel it should be further in, like a tampon would.
Relevant facts: I have used tampons for years (regular and light) with success, however at the end of a cycle sometimes the tampons would refuse to go in. Despite this, I was under the impression I had a regular cervix, lol. Clearly my cervix is low. It is also tilted in some manner. Never had a child. Currently mid cycle.
Any thoughts and suggestions of a different cup to use would be great. Thanks!

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