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First of all, my symptoms of depersonalization have all but gone away. I had a very acute experience, but I wanted to post this as a hopeful story for others who were looking for reassurance like I was (Throwaway account for anonymity, and I'm 22f).
We are all different, and my experience won't necessarily correlate to yours, but just know there's a lot of people out there who know what's it's like to feel what you're going through, and It's going to be okay.
The first part is my long story, but at the end I have the techniques I was encouraged to practice and what ultimately helped me.
So my backstory:
I started feeling really weird on May 23rd. Dizzy, fatigued, and a little out of it. I was shopping at the time, and while in the store, I had the sudden realization of pressure around my head and the odd sensation of being drunk (yet I had nothing alcoholic the entire day).
I brushed this off and tried to go about my daily life, still feeling this weird sensation but trying my best to ignore it - convinced that this is due to lack of sleep or something I ate.
It culminated on the next Tuesday, May 30th. I was out after work to spend time with my two friends at a bar in downtown, which also had a bowling alley attached. I went up to the busy, packed, and hot patio and got a sudden hit of all my symptoms then and there; I retreated inside and tried to tell myself I was feeling okay. But I wasn't.
I eventually called it and left earlier, convinced I was suffering a brain condition that was impacting my ability to be in the present. Short-term memory loss, impairment, over-stimulation from the environment, dizzyness, light-headedness, and unnerving disconnectedness from my body.
I spent that late evening at an urgent care facility, got my blood work and urine tests - convinced I was going to die (and no word of a lie - this now makes sense with my diagnosed anxiety). The doctor told me I should speak to a counselor, and not believing his rushed diagnosis, I went to the ER the next day. Low and behold, a very kind doctor spent time with me to reassure my vitals all checked out fine, go over my bloodwork in proper detail, and that I was exhibiting no symptoms of physical concern. The next week would be one of "watchful waiting", to see if it would get worse or bettdr. This is where it started to hit that it may be related to my mental health.
I spoke with a behavioural health nurse the next day, and she spoke with me of some coping mechanisms for when I feel this symptoms amplify. From June 1-4. I was afraid to leave my house, in fear of triggering my symptoms and the crushing disconnectedness that comes from depersonalization.
I made small outings, and made a mantra to repeat to myself if I felt that way: "I am safe. I am healthy. This to, shall pass. The way I feel is momentary, and is due to anxiety". During these outings my symptoms would go into overdrive, and I would actively try to practice those techniques.
I started walking more, going for 30min - 45min to get some steps in. I journalled, tried to practice mindfulness, and get control over my feelings - and even simply identify what I was feeling, putting words to emotions.
As soon as I enacted this, I start feeling marginal improvements. Perhaps it was due to feeling some more control, I couldn't tell you, but I had hope. I joined a gym shortly after, and tried prioritizing activity in my day to day life, which is now something I will continue to take forward with me.
I was lucky in that I have a very supportive family who I was able to talk to about this, a loving boyfriend, a flexible and understanding boss, and limited financial worries due to living at home. I'm not taking this for granted.
I first experienced depersonalization after I once smoked too much of a joint 4 years ago, and that wasn't fun. This previous experience was particularly scary as I had no change in my daily routine or consumption of anything recreational, so my anxiety went through the roof once I noticed it wasn't going away on its own.
I believe my recent experience can be attributed to the culmination of stress, lack of sleep, recent passing of a family member (due to a stroke), lack of activity, and increased self-deprecating thoughts I had about myself.
What helped me: - recognizing that I have anxiety - journaling - practicing mindfulness - getting more activity in (started with small walks and then I joined the gym for some classes and such) - getting lots of sleep!! - talking with my loved ones about how I felt - finding articles that described what I was feeling (so I know I wasn't alone) - knowing it's just anxiety, and that I can have control over how I felt
Coping Techniques - Deep breathing. Simply breath in really slow and fill up your diaphragm, and breath out. Calm yourself if you're feeling your heartbeat quicken. - Five Senses. If you're feeling your symptoms worsen, check in with your environment. What are five things you can see? What are four things you can hear? What are three things you can physically feel? What are two things you can taste? Just go through as many times as needed to help ground your self. - Positive Thinking. If you're feeling yourself spiral and your anxieties deepen, quit those thoughts mid-air and start talking to yourself - tell yourself you'll be okay. This is only momentary. Anything that will help you.
So, in short - things can get better. It will eventually go away. And you will be okay. Please respond to this post or DM if you have any questions and I would be happy to answer.

Alright, now I know I've messed some training up, but I'm looking for help with finding a direction to repair things...
My dog is a terrier with a big memory for stressful situations and we've only had her for a few months. When we adopted her, her nails were very long, and poorly taken care of.
I figured she needed nail maintenance, and jumped way too fast into trying to trim them, and nipped her quick. Now she's deathly afraid of the idea of a nail trim... And, much more problematically, getting treats indoors from me, since we were using treats as a motivator. Now, when I go to do a training session with her, she runs to one of her beds and hides as far from me as possible.
Any suggestions on how I can return value to her treats and help her not be afraid of them? I'm trying to introduce them into her favorite things, like play and belly rubs, but it feels like she still doesn't trust them. She'll take them, but only in her safe space, and she won't do any tricks. She does behave normally on walks, and will do some tricks for no treat, but it's becoming a bit of a wall in training.
We're planning on working on desensitizing her to a grinder instead of clippers, and will work up to it slowly as a part of routine when coming and going from the house. (Wipe paws on towel, listen to grinder, reward) But the treats are the bigger issue.

So i cant post a pic because i am still playing this game on a ps3 and dont own a pc so it would look terrible but the room u enter in Repconn HQ on the 3rd floor to the left of the dead Brotherhood man has a very clear layout. I noticed that it is the exact same layout as the beginning of the sneak armor training area in Old World blues with a few tweeks but key things are there!
The safe, the long desk, the server box(OWB has 2) 1 door that is to the east the server box (OWB has 2) & I believe OWB's has the same crack in the middle of the floor behind the desk i think. As well as the West cabinets & sofas!
Has anyone else noticed this?

So, last month, on my first placebo day, I drank a cup of St. John Worts tea, and later had sex with my bf, and then I googled its interaction with the pill and I found that it can interact with the BC pill, so I freaked out, but luckily,the day after that I got the withdrawal bleed. I was relieved and continued being sexually active with him throughout this month and taking the pill on time.Fast forward to the placebo week of this month, i am currently on the 4th day of it, my bleeding didn't start until today with only a pinkish discharge that looked to me like implantation bleeding, which is very weird to me, its unusual, another thing is i almost always have withdrawal bleeding 2 days before the placebo week, so that means this time it was 6 days late.My question is, could the 1 cup of that tea have interacted with the pill and there is a chance i could be pregnant right now? or am i safe?

My wife has a son (just turned 11) and a daughter (she's "basically 13" if your listen to her) from a previous marriage. I'll call the son Nick for this. He has some sight, but is legally blind. My wife and I married in January and moved in together at that time. Everything was good until mid April. Nick started having panic attacks whenever there was a bug in the house (he's always had an issue with bugs, something about not being able to see them makes him uncomfortable, but this was extreme). He got much more clingy with my wife, even though he's at that age where most boys start to distance themselves more from their moms. Then a couple weeks ago, he started having attacks right before bed, he shakes and can't fall asleep. He says he thinks he hears noises, despite the fact that we're in a very quiet neighborhood and their previous neighborhood had tons of traffic noise and weekly gunshot noises. He feels like someone is watching him, so we put a light in his room so he can see no one is in the room and we've been putting the dog in his room who will bark if anyone comes in, but he still feels too triggered to sleep. He basically stays awake until exhaustion makes him pass out. He otherwise can't point to anything specific, just bad feelings. We've tried doing what we can, reassuring him that he's safe, that nothing bad has happened to him in the house, using logic about the kinds of noises he might think he's hearing, calming music/stream noises, and more.
My wife had anxiety for years any time her ex communicated with her, which was a lot for about 8 years, apparently. She still gets PTSD symptoms when he messages her about something that isn't scheduled, like pickups for the kids. So she understands some of what he's going through (I don't, my life has been very blessed so I'm completely out of my depth here) and she has tried to explain everything to him and use that knowledge to reassure him.
We're trying to get him into therapy. He sees a speech therapist weekly to help with communication skills (there is so much to raising a blind child that you don't even think about, and communication issues are a big one) and part of that involves communicating emotions and describing your feelings. So my wife asked the speech therapist to go over some of that with him. After a couple sessions focusing on the anxiety, she decided he needed a dedicated therapist for that. So she put in a referral and the insurance company approved it. All that's left is for my wife's ex to sign the consent form, but he won't do it. He's a narcissist and was abusive towards my wife and he's always been against the kids going to therapy, partly because he still likes to exercise control over my wife whenever he can and partly because he's worried what the kids might say as child therapists are mandatory reporters in my state. My wife is currently talking with her lawyer to possibly file a motion with the court to force the matter, but that takes time. So, in the mean time, is there anything we can do for him?
Some things that might add useful context for his anxiety:
Because of a combination of my wife living in a small apartment and his infirmity, Nick slept in my wife's room until a couple years ago. My wife had a bunk bed for the kids that she found out after the purchase she couldn't assemble on her own, so I assembled it for her after we started dating. After that, he would sleep occasionally in his sister's room. I would usually visit on weekends when they're with their dad, so it wasn't a priority to move him permanently until we moved in together. But, despite him at first being worried about having to sleep in his own room regularly in a new house, he was doing fine until April.
My wife was rear-ended with both kids in the car in March of 2022. He was hurt fairly badly (some muscle bruising, no broken bones, but hit his head on the back of the driver seat), had to go to PT, and had low-grade anxiety about riding in the car for several months after. But he was doing well since about August/September, and he was never this bad while he was going through all that.
The first time he was unable to sleep, he had come back from his dad's house (they go there Friday morning to Monday night). I'm convinced something happened there, but that he doesn't have the context or vocabulary to understand what that might be.
He's nervous about going into middle school next year. He's been in a special class for blind children for the past 3 years and had a blind teacher and only like 7 kids in the class. His sister has been telling him about middle school and how hard the classes are and how many kids are in each class and how there's all these fights (she went to a pretty bad school, but they're both going to a much better middle school next year) and how he will have to go to a bunch of different classrooms throughout the day. So he's concerned about all that.
He's a, frankly, pretty weak kid. Physically, mentally, emotionally. He's always overreacted to teasing from his sister. Whenever you give him any amount of criticism, he shuts down. Whenever he encounters anything that is the least bit difficult due to his blindness, he just gives up (rather than cut his chicken or whatever, he'll take like two bites and then ask if he can be done with dinner). If you tell him that he can't have dessert or seconds or candy or whatever (he's overweight and eats like shit at his dad's house so my wife is trying to help him lose weight), he shuts down and looks like you just kicked his dog. He has trouble lifting things that an 11 year old should have no problem with (he takes swimming lessons and can't pull himself out of the pool).
His dad and stepmother basically ignore him. He sits in his room at their house and just watches/plays stuff on a tablet. Nick says he puts on YouTube on his projector in his room there until he falls asleep from exhaustion. The dad claims that he hasn't noticed any anxiety, but Nick and his sister say their dad hardly pays him any mind over there. They almost never go out and do any sort of activities, and half the times their dad did decide to go out, Nick gets left behind.

I’m not trying to cause controversy, but pregnant Jessica Drew caused a lot of anxiety for me (my wife and I had a miscarriage in January). Is there an in-universe explanation either in the comics or in the movie that I missed as to why riding a motorcycle or fighting crime is safe for her? I feel like one Electro blast of doc ock tentacle smack will cause her to miscarry. Really hard to watch for me, is there any reason given as to why it’s okay for her to be out in the field fighting or being on a motorcycle?

Hello, I am a 19 year old female and have been saving money for about 3 years to be able to travel outside of the u.s./Canada for the first time. This is also my first time solo traveling.I’m really into nightlife like clubbing or going to bars like every other person my age. I decided on going to Barcelona for a month(August) and Rome for another month(September). I was wondering where the best places to find affordable housing would be? I’ve been looking at Airbnb, but I’m skeptical due to a lot of scams. Also I’m wondering if the places I decided to stay is English speaking friendly, and safe for a solo traveling female. Feel free to give me any advice or even let me know if I’m making a bad decision or have any better suggestions on where to go instead!

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So my group of 5 is going to be missing a player this weekend. One of the players who will be there wants to have a situation where they break their teammate out of prison. So I came up with a bit of a storyline/adventure for them, and to give me some guidelines for the evening. We are all relatively new to TTRPG's but we have had fun running the star wars system, but I wanted to try out SWADE for this session. Any advice from how YOU would run this, or anything would be great! I plan to get more specific on the enemies and such, but gotta do some reading of the core rulebook at stuff tonight ha.

1. Recovering the Information: The group of four players, having completed their task for the locals, learns that their injured teammate has been kidnapped by a local gang. They need to gather information about the gang's hideout to plan a rescue mission. They can visit local contacts, gather intel from the criminal underworld, or perhaps even interrogate captured gang members.
2. Ambushing the Gang: After obtaining vital information on the gang's hideout, the group plans an ambush. They set up an operation to surprise the gang at a specific location. This could involve stealth, preparation of traps, or leveraging local allies to aid in the assault. The players engage in a combat encounter against the gang members, hoping to extract information about their comrade's whereabouts.
3. Escaping Interception: With the obtained information, the group sets out to rescue their kidnapped comrade. However, as they fly through space en route to the Kwen Space Station, they are intercepted by another ship. A thrilling space battle ensues as the players must defeat their adversaries to ensure their safe passage. This encounter can involve tactical decisions, ship-to-ship combat, and a range of exciting maneuvers.
4. Infiltrating Kwen Space Station: Once the group arrives at Kwen Space Station, they realize their kidnapped teammate is being held captive in a secure prison facility. The players must now plan a daring and stealthy prison break mission within the space station. They can gather intelligence, scout the prison layout, and forge alliances with sympathetic individuals on the station who can aid in their mission. They may need to overcome security systems, guards, and potentially face other prisoners or rival factions within the facility.
5. Rescuing the Teammate: The group executes their prison break plan, engaging in covert combat, navigating dangerous corridors, and solving puzzles to reach their imprisoned teammate. A tense and dramatic confrontation takes place, where they face off against the guards and any other threats present. Finally, they rescue their comrade and escape the space station, overcoming any remaining obstacles or pursuit in their path.

Throw away account as this is the only time I have told the entire truth about myself.
I, 27F, know I have something fundamentally wrong with me. And I always have. Even as a toddler. My father is diagnosed NPD and to say the least I did not grow up in a happy home. I grew up as my mothers protector. I would wait outside their bedroom door until odd hours in the morning if I heard them fighting just to make sure nothing ever got physical. At the same time my mother was embarrassed of me and shamed me growing up because I was a tomboy. I'm thinking this is what turned me into a little sociopath.
My tendencies started early. I started pathologically lying as a toddler. About weird things too. I also jump at the opportunity to gossip and to manipulate the relationships around me anyway I can. It sucks being so aware of something but not being able to help yourself.
Lets fast forward to middle school. Jaded perception of myself has already started and I think I am way more important than I am. I am not, internally I know this. I created a series of catfish profiles that lasted from grade 6 - grade 11. The people I was "falling in love with" were not random strangers they were some of my closest friends at the time. And I did not feel remorse. It did however get me in a lot of trouble and I did get sent off to a boarding school for high school.
Fast forward to high school - I was away from my friends in a school where I knew no one. Not to mention my family was broke and this school was filled with some of the wealthiest in our city. So I lied. A lot. Also had a heightened sense of self importance there even though there was absolutely nothing significant about me. Did not get good grades. Did not have the most money. Just a mopey kid getting into trouble.
Fast forward to today. Everything has escalated. It's worse because I have years of therapy under my belt so it's almost like I know how to be shitty better. How to seem sincere when I want to. How to make people feel special. Make people feel seen. Make people feel safe. However, quite frankly, I am none of those things. Don't get me wrong, the people I do love I love passionately and would do anything for. But that is a very, very small circle.
No one in my life knows what actual education I have because I have lied about that. No one in my life knows what I actually do for work because I have lied about that. The life I have painted for myself makes me look pretty great, and it's mostly fool proof in regards to being able to fact check.
Most of my friends I don't even actually like. Some of the people who think they are the closest to me I don't even care about. But I play the part that I do. Spending time with other people is exhausting even though I do get lonely.
My therapist thinks I am a good person but even they don't know that most of what I tell them isn't even true.
Like I said in the subject, fundamentally, something is wrong with my brain. Pretty sure I am some type of aware sociopath. My interactions with people are like moves on a chessboard. I wont ever be able to get help for this because I am too ashamed that this is how I exist.
At least I look great on the outside.

Hey fellow NAIT materials engg tech grads. I know this program is unique in Alberta. Where are you guys now? did you end up using your diploma? did you step it up to university degree? or happily working in oil and gas inspection/NDT/API, or R&D environment? Id like to know what my fellow people did with their careers :) Stay safe everyone
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I 28F and my husband 31M have two children 2F (disabled with a very rare genetic condition) and 6M (recently diagnosed with Aspergers and ADHD). This is going to be long since there's a lot of history going back 6 years.
Since the first child was born I have been unable to live peacefully with my inlaws. They were pushy, judgmental and always trying to interfere in the way we raise our son and trying to order us to do things their way. Husband didn't see anything wrong with it since he was raised like this his whole life. It was the reason for many arguments. When 6M was 2yo we moved closer to them, because my husband insisted we move back home and after many discussions I finally agreed. It was rocky at first, but we managed to exist close to each other without any major incidents. A while later we got pregnant. They were hoping for a girl since there hasn't been any girls in the family for two generations. When she was born we were all shocked when she was immediately transferred to ICU due to severe health problems. That's when FIL told us he FORBIDS US to have anymore children (we weren't planning to have anymore anyway but who is he to tell us that). For the past two years my daughter was admitted to hospitals over 20 times. She doesn't sit, doesn't walk. Only recently started to roll over. We have finally learned of the diagnosis a few months ago. Her genetic condition is very rare, less than 20 people diagnosed worldwide. She will never be Independent and will always rely on our care. She's fed through gastrosomy, is only able to make a few sounds and probably will never speak. If she will walk it will be very late, possibly at the age of 7, but there's no guarantees she ever will. My inlaws have this weird fantasy world where they believe that she will miraculously get better. It's fine, if it's their way of coping I'm not the one to judge. The issue is they have never liked me and its showing in their treatment of my children. They have two grandsons from BIL and his wife (their favourite DIL) and they go out of their way to spend time with them. The boys stay for a sleepover at least 3 nights a month, they look after them at least 4 days out of the week, take them for walks and spend as much time as they can with them. With our son they refused to have him overnight (as is their right, it was my husband asking anyway, I'm chill either way) but they also don't go out of their way to spend time with him and only see him when we go over to their house which is not very often due to our disagreements. If ocassionally they did spend time with our son they always complained about him. He doesn't want to eat, his cousins like to eat. He's doing this wrong, that wrong. His cousins aren't like this. Always comparing. Their relationship with our daughter is also reliant on our efforts. They do talk to her, hug her etc. when we are over but also don't unconvenience themselves by seeking any contact on their own. They always said reach out if you need any help but always conveniently have an excuse why they can't help whenever I asked. They have their own company, they always find time to help BIL with his children but never can help with ours. For easter they asked to take our son to the seaside. They asked to take him 2 years ago but changed their minds when we went away with them a month before because they saw that he can be a handful when away from home. This time they were set on taking him and they took our son and BIL's sons for 3 days. After they came back MIL came over to our house furious. She started screaming at me telling me how our son was behaving (and from what she said I'm not defending him, he gave them a front row show of his worst qualities but we warned them that this could happen. She also admitted she didn't give him his morning dose of calming medicine, only the night dose which definitely didn't help). She kept screaming that our son is spoilt. That his behavior is 20% his condition and 80% bad raising on my part. She was furious because son kept crying that he only wanted mum because I'm the only one who understands him and he begged them not to call his dad. I told her I'm not responsible for his relationship with dad. That its hard to expect anything else since my husband doesn't spend time with him, is hardly ever home and he only keeps reprimanding him and complaining at his behavior while playing with our daughter, hugging her and telling her how much he loves her. I told her I'm also struggling and son is not an angel with me, but I'm trying my best. She then screamed that she doesn't blame my husband for being like this and that he should work more and spent less time with us. She also said that I HAVE TO change how I raise my son because he will grow up and beat me up. That I shouldn't ask his opinion on things. That when I tell him to do something and he asks why I should say because I told you so. That I shouldn't talk to him so much and I shouldn't follow the advice that son's psychologist is giving me because she's not the one raising him and dealing with him. She also admitted that while away, my son hit his cousins and she spanked him and he said it didn't hurt. And this excuse for a grandma then said she took a tree branch and hit my son with it. I saw red. Didn't want to argue so I got up to go for a smoke to cool off. She then screamed STOP. GET BACK HERE. I'M TALKING TO YOU. I said I'm going for a smoke because I'm angry and don't want to say too much or argue. She then continued to scream at me and saying to come back and listen to her. I ignored her and went for a smoke. My husband was sat down during this conversation and didn't say anything the whole time. He just kept nodding at her words. This was a fuse in my relationship with husband. I was hurt because he never stands up to his parents. Because if I stand up to them, he's mad at me because "I don't respect them". Because he's more invested in his relationship with his parents than with me and our kids. The atmosphere in our house was tight for a few weeks and shit hit the fan after a while. He was drunk and started to unload on me for going to my future SIL's hen party and leaving the kids with him (I went away for 36 hours for the first time since we've had kids. The only other time I went away was before I was pregnant our daughter to my grandmothers funeral because my husband decided to stay with our son last minute since he was developing a fever). He said many many hurtful things implicating I'm a bad mother. Was very aggressive and intimidating. I packed up my things the next day and went to stay with my sister. When I was safely at her house with the kids I let him know I was leaving him. I refused to answer his phone calls since he was drunk and I knew that because I kept in touch with his grandmother. The next day I let him speak to our son and sent him pics of the children. He asked to come over to talk things out and I agreed. We talked in the car. He admitted he was wrong for his behavior, apologised. He said what's been bugging him, I said what's been bugging me. We agreed that I'll take a few more days to think things through. Finally we had a long conversation and I agreed to try and work things out on the condition that he puts more effort into our relationship and his relationship with our son and puts me and the children first instead of his parents. We came back. That's when his parents announced to husband that they're mad at me and won't talk to me anymore. Why? Because I left. And they won't talk to me until I apologise. I have to admit, my husband kept his promise. He told them I have nothing to apologise to them for. Me leaving doesn't have anything to do with them and I won't be apologising. He was furious when telling me about it. Soon after they were organising a birthday party for husbands uncle and MIL said that she's inviting us all but if I have half a mind I won't come. Husband said in that case not to expect him either. MIL said to at least bring the kids over and he agreed. He didn't end up taking them, because our daughters nurse called that morning to say that she'll be over in the afternoon and I said I'm not comfortable with him leaving the kids with inlaws once the party is in full mode because his family will be drunk and loud by then (they're known to get drunk on occassions like this). He agreed. A few days later MIL asked to take husband and kids to a botanical garden for mothers day or at least the kids, but then corrected herself and said that she would only want to take our son since she can't take care of our daughter (it's not complicated. MIL keeps saying she needs to learn since daughter was born but never showed any interest in learning. Daughter is 2 now and she doesn't put any effort in learning how to take care of her, she also doesn't put any effort to learn how to deal with our son or learning anything about Aspergers. She expects our son to bend his behavior towards her expectations, instead of finding ways to find a common language with him). Husband said he'll think about it. I objected. It's mothers day, I want to spend time with my kids. My husband is welcome to go. They didn't go. Since then MIL coincidentally only insists that husband comes over with the children at dates that are significant to me. Husband takes the children over to them so they can spend time with them on normal dates, that don't interfere with our plans. Yesterday husband said SIL was complaining that its been ages since we've spent time as a family with inlaws. That I should apologise and end this feud. She said she jumped at FIL and hit him and apologised and its all good, so she's sure that things will go back to normal if I apologise. He said that I don't have to apologise but should go over with him and show that I'm willing to end this. The thing is I'm not. It's a few years of built up anger spilling over and me taking a stand for the first time. I refuse to be treated like this. I refuse to be the hated DIL, just because I have different views while BIL's wife assaulted FIL gave a half assed apology and she's back to being their favourite DIL. I refuse to let them treat our kids worse because they don't like their mother. I refuse to bend over backwards to please them, while they treat me and my kids worse. I pointed out to husband that our neughbour has a better relationship with our daughter than MIL. That she's not scared and puts more effort to build a relationship with our daughter than his mother does. That his parents only complain and insist that HE comes over with the kids. That I'm not holding the kids hostage. She can come over and take the kids for a walk, she doesn't have to talk to me. That even when SIL assaulted FIL and they refused to speak to her, they still found a way to spend time with their kids, but can't do the same for our kids. I'm tired of this. I will not go over, I will not speak to them because if I do, it will be same as giving them permission for this treatment. I said they don't have to like me, but should respect that I'm his wife and the mother of his children. That even if they don't like me, our children are their grandchildren and they should treat our kids better and most importantly put our kids first over any arguments or feuds that they have with me. We deserve better and I'm taking a stand for me and my children. He dropped it for now but I know he will try to convince me to end this again.

Hey there,
I am new to investing and am starting with 1,600 USD for reference.
I am starting college in the fall and want to invest in something safe but short-term as well.
My Dad has stated that I should invest in a CD, but I am wanting to purchase something after my summer job. It would be around 2,500 to 3,000.
I am considering putting it in a CD so I do not do something stupid with it in the meantime, is this a good idea?
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I can’t take this anymore 😭 baby is 8.5mos is and can’t fall asleep in the crib. We’ve had to lower the crib as she’s pulling on the sides so now she always wakes up on transfer. I’m on day 5 of having to bedshare which I hate because it feels so unsafe and I don’t get any sleep anyway.
I can’t sleep train, I’ve tried every gentle method there is, and I don’t believe CIO will work. She used to hate the car seat and would scream for the full length of any journeys we went on (longest was 2 hours) without ever falling asleep. She only stopped when I found some toys that distracted her enough to calm down in there. But there aren’t any crib safe toys and she screams the second I lay her down in there. I put her in the crib lots when she’s happy and awake and she’s fine, but the second she realises it’s time to sleep she goes mad. If I thought CIO would work I’m desperate enough to try it but I know my baby and it just won’t. She needs to be calm to fall asleep and I can’t calm her down in the crib. Tried singing shushing pattting laying beside crib holding hands being silent but there talking reading a book fucking everything but she just wants to be held.
She can be wide awake, drowsy asleep or anywhere in between, once she’s in the crib she’s awake and screaming. I’ve left her crying for a few mins and it always escalates to screaming which isn’t fair on her. I’ve tried heating pads, butt first, falling leaf, down on side, all the crib transfer methods but if they do work she still wakes up 10-20 mins later when she realises she’s down.
I have to sleep, this isn’t survivable to just not sleep. Now her day sleep has fallen apart because she’s so sleep deprived. I genuinely feel suicidal every night I just can’t survive this. I feel like nothing good will ever happen to me again. It’s been 8.5mos and her sleep has been awful. Regressions aren’t even a thing for us as how much can you regress if it’s terrible?
Not even sure what I need I just feel so hopeless and desperate. I thought things would be getting better by now, like maybe not all the way better but signs of progress and it’s just not. I love her so much and when she’s not tired everything is amazing and I love being a mum. I just wish she could sleep not in my arms 😭😭😭 Oh and my partner is great and does a lot of the night wake ups with me I just feel the stress whether it’s him or me dealing with it.

I have an older horse who I've had for 20 years he is 26 this year. He is extremely well trained and has been there and done that for basically everything. He absolutely loves kids and I'm fine having kids get on him. He hates having other adults ride him. It doesn't hurt him and it isn't about extra weight of an adult he just doesn't like other adults on him and starts getting irritated. He has always been more of a one person horse with exceptions for children as he adores them.
My other horse is 6 and I've had her for 5 years. She is trained but not as well trained as my older horse. She isn't spooky and still safe to ride. If people aren't firm with her she will not listen to them and constantly stop to eat grass. My solution for this for if there is an issue is to pony her from my older horse.
Recently I was talking to some co workers about it (not the people riding her) and they said I was the asshole for not just having my friends who ride with me ride my older horse who will listen better. My younger horse is also about 6" shorter than my older horse so much easier for novice riders to mount and dismount from. The people who have ridden with me have never complained about it. I'm also not sure they would complain since they are riding my horses.
So aita for having people ride my younger horse just to keep my older horse happy, even when it makes it more difficult for them?

So I was mostly NC with both of my nparents. I'm 40, married, employed, living the good life.
I switch jobs and I say something on LinkedIn about my nparents criticizing me for not making enough money. Two months pass, and the day after my birthday I get a text from my nDad saying that he felt hurt that I would post publicly that he had criticized my jobs and my earnings. He says he can't remember doing either of those things.
I don't really know why, but I went off on him. He'd had us share a bed right before I went off to college and the incident so scared the shit out of me that I couldn't remember it for several years. The whole hashtag MeToo thing went around and at that time I couldn't even remember that I had my own story about it, and that story involved my nDad. In the text he said something about what my perception of him was.
Oh. And he said that he'd forgotten it.
And I went off about sharing that bed, and how my perception of him is that he is a predator. I didn't tell him that I'd repressed the memory, I told him that I'd kept it secret because I thought it was a way to earn his love. But when I got back from college he acted like he couldn't remember the differences between me and my sister. He couldn't remember that I'd loved him and she'd hated him, that I was his and she was Mom's. I'd sold my effing soul over that, and compromised myself and felt filthy, and he couldn't remember that it was me and not her who did it.
My sister's the Golden Child. Also a bit of a Teflon Don. Nothing bad sticks to her.
So since I'd finally come out and said that to nDad I had to text nMom and say that I'd never slept with nDad, whatever she thought I'd done that was improper, I hadn't done. Whatever she thought I'd done that would explain her treating me like I was a serial killer or whatever, I had not done. She replied that she had only ever treated me with unconditional love and forgiveness.
For the record, I haven't done anything that required forgiveness, all of the serial killer stuff was in her head.
I said what about this incident and that one, how did she explain how she treated me?
And pure amnesia on her part followed. She claims she can't remember how she treated me or the kinds of things she did to me. What nDad did may have been grooming, but what she did was just ordinary abuse.
No, she didn't think that I had slept with nDad. Even when I told her that he'd insisted on sharing a bed she said that he must have done it just to be frugal.
(She used to make comments about my having sexual relations with nDad all of the time when I reached puberty. She also made comments about how her father had raped her when she was a teen, though I don't know if it really happened or if it was just her playing the victim card and being some kind of super-feminist. By the time I was born my maternal grandfather just didn't talk when nMom brought my sister and me to visit. My grandmother talked, and was pretty normal, but my grandfather pretended that none of us were there. No acknowledgement, no eye contact, nothing. We could say something to him and he wouldn't reply. I never saw him speak to other people either.
The man was a dentist in the urban southern USA. Not a dental surgeon, but an orthodontist and regular dentist. Could he have done that if he were so autistic that he refused to speak to anyone? Maybe he switched it on and off when he was at work. But nMom inferred that he raped her after her biological mother had died, and that my uncle knew, and her aunt who later married my grandfather also knew and put a stop to it.)
I asked her what about the times she had yelled at me and accused me of things in public and in front of my friends, to drive them away? She couldn't remember. What about the time she told the police that it was probably me who robbed her business even though I'd moved out by then and she didn't know where I was? Couldn't remember. Those times that she'd slashed my tires? Couldn't remember. Coming to my wedding with her friend and not admitting which one of them was my mother? And causing a scene and crying, and then leaving without even seeing me? Couldn't remember.
Between nMom not remembering and nDad not remembering, I'm not sure which is worse. Also I feel as though it's a trap. They want reconciliation before they die and they think if they just claim not to remember anything that I will go along with it to get whatever is left of their estate, or closure, or...something. They just want me to come back so they can subject me to the same carrot-and-stick things that they used to back when I lived with them.
I suppose they also want closure in that they want to hear that my life is wretched and that they were right about how I'd turn out. nDad is especially keen to hear that my husband is abusing me...but it's not my husband who is abusing me, my sister's husband abused her and then they got a divorce. (Really the abuse was mostly coming from her.) But he says he can't remember differences between the two of us.
It could be early dementia. It could have been a stroke. Or it could just be my nDad being a manipulative shit again because that's what he does. We're not reconciling. I'm not going to risk my marriage. nDad would try to get me to get a divorce too, and I don't know how he would do it, but I can't risk it. He will try to make it so that I'm not doing as well as my sister because he thinks that's how the world ought to be, and I was a fool to think I could earn anything like love from either of my nparents. They don't have the capacity.

I'm looking to upgrade the fermentation side of my setup and the Anvil Fermentation Buckets with their cooling system has caught my eye. I can get a mini fridge for free from a friend and put a tub of water or glycol or something and use that as a poor man's glycol chiller of sorts. While using plastic bucket fermenters in a temperature controlled chest freezer would probably be cheaper, the space I have available wouldn't work with a bulky, rigid box of a chest freezer. I do have some questions though!
Anyone have experience with the Anvil Fermentation Buckets or their cooling system? My basement tends to hover around 70-72F so I don't need a ton of chilling power I don't think. I'm hoping they'll do a July 4th sale to bring the price down. I like the idea of being able to do a closed transfer as well.
As far as the spigot and using it for samples and transfer, do you spray some Star-San up it and scrub with a small brush before use? I've only used a spigot with a bottling bucket and it sat in pieces in Star-San immediately before assembly, so a spigot that's all exposed during fermentation gives me pause but I'm probably over thinking it.
Is glycol the best liquid to run in the cooling pipes if it's kept in a fridge or would something else be better? Glycol isn't food safe so if there was a leak it could ruin a beer.
What is the best way to oxygenate the wort before pitching? With plastic fermenters I've always done that shake method but I don't think that's feasible with stainless steel buckets with a #7 bung opening. Also is oxygenation as necessary if you do a yeast starter?
Unrelated, got my Ward's Water test back:
https://imgur.io/4EghOO1
I think it looks pretty solid, I'll probably do a SMASH Ale, one with Deerpark water (what I've used thusfar) and one with tap water, water corrections for both according to Beersmith, and see if there's much difference.
Cheers!

I recently bought the Revision Sawfly max ballistic glasses and in the instructions there is something like do not use these for airsoft or paintball. But on the website (copy&paste):
TESTING & REQUIREMENTS Exceeds U.S. Military eyewear ballistic impact resistance requirements (MIL-PRF-32432 (GL)), superseding (MIL-PRF-31013, clause 3.5.1.1) ANSI Z87.1-2015 clause 6 Impact-Rated Protector Requirements (Z87+) Exceeds ballistic impact requirements of STANAG 4296 with a V50 value of 235 m/s (per STANAG 2920) CE certified in accordance with EN 166, EN 170 and EN 172 High velocity impact performance of the Sawfly System is 3-times greater than required by EN166 Clause 7.2.2
I didn't understand a whole lot but I think they are safe to wear. Am I right?

I know it’s very lengthy and detailed, but if anyone will read it and give their opinion, I will be really grateful. Please also keep in mind, I live in a kind of religious country.
I will start from how I knew about this guy, so I saw this guy in my friends party pictures a few months back, and I instantly thought he was cute, but didn’t do anything about it.
Two weeks back, I saw him in a cafe with the same friend and caught him looking at me several times, so I went home and searched his profile(it was public on instagram), the next day he posted a story and I viewed it, he then deleted the story and put up a more edited one with music, so I liked it, I then got a follow request from him (my account is private). I accepted and followed him back, I post regularly on my story, he would watch all of them. But never like any.
Then couple of days later I went to that cafe( where we met) and put up a story, I usually don’t stay long and I have a specific timing, I also don’t stay late. I left, and I came home to see he had put up a story of the same cafe a while later(the friends that I know who know him, said he never puts up stories of where he is, and said that it’s for you) wasn’t sure, but it happened two more times(and we didn’t meet). As I go there regularly.
One evening I decided to dm him, and said “hey” and he replied back with “hi” within seconds, I said “I was hoping to see you in today, in so and so cafe today” and he said “unfortunately, I got late, but looking forward to seeing you the next time” from there on there was a little bit of flirting, from his side e.g. calling me beautiful, and sending winky face emojis. And then the conversation died down.
Next day, he had gone to the cafe around my timing, but I had other plans I didn’t know he was going there until he did go. And shared a picture. I informed him I’m a bit busy. I later on then had the chance to go to that cafe, I shared a picture with him as he was not there but he just left my message on read, for a while, I then had to go as it had gotten pretty late, only to see that he has shared a picture of him being there, while I was almost home. I then again informed him that I had left. We had a little chat afterward, he was very dry so I commented on that, and he said he’s not talkative, and he then didn’t try to talk for 2 days, the two times we had a conversation I had texted him first.
As the last straw, I went to that cafe again but informed before leaving, I let him know that I’d love to see him there, he told me he’d be late and it was already late. So I took a friend with me, he then came and we just waved at each other but I was getting ready to leave, when I had left he texted me to have a safe journey, we had a little convo from there on, and exchanged numbers and he agreed to call, we called for a while, we got to know each other a little and talked for a while, and the first thing he addressed was that he isn’t much of texter, and that his friends and family are tired of his texting habits as well. And apologised, saying that he’s sorry if it seemed like he didn’t want to talk. He was also very respectful and very formal throughout the whole call, I noticed the whole time, he was trying to impress me subtly with his achievements and certain other things, and then I ended the call as again it was getting late. And he too said that it was around his bedtime.
Next day I sent him a little snap of myself in that cafe, and he just laughed in laughed in response on text, as I was about to leave( heading to my car in the parking) he pulled a little stunt of coming up in-front of the cafe with 2 range rovers, and protocol car, and stepped out of the second Range Rover, (which he got parked right in-front of me) right in-front of me and smiled at me and then continued on. I want to explain how kind of unexpected and intentional this was, because the people around me all were shocked, (one guy was like did this guy just stop the car in the middle of the road) I was so confused if I should stay or leave he then told me he’s leaving in a bit, so I decided to leave.
We then texted back forth about that encounter, me asking him if he did that on purpose, and him admitting to it. I thought it was cute gesture and said so.
I was then waiting for a call but he got late, I texted him a goodnight text, letting him know that I was hoping for a call but it got late. And that it was lovely seeing him. He then got home not so much later and bid me goodnight.
I then texted him good morning the next day, he hasn’t replied to it in 2 days, and today was my birthday, I posted on my story and a proper post on instagram, which showed it was my birthday, he saw all of it and didn’t wish me a happy birthday.
I know the answer to my question is very obvious, but I still want to know.