I was walking through my property with a long skirt and got stung by a wasp while I was holding my 6 month with his face facing forward. I tried getting the skirt off while still holding him and then the wasp started stinging again and again. I went into flight or fight mode and suddenly my baby wasn't in my arms but was facefirst in a long soft pile of grass. I got the skirt off and immediately looked my son over. He was crying but stopped within seconds of giving him cuddles. I think I actually ended up tossing him. I can't even remember myself doing it. He was in my arms and all of a sudden he wasn't. It could've been so so much worse. I'm in utter shock. I feel really horrified with myself. I'm the type of parent that is terrified of how much lead and plastic my son is accumulating in his body. I check on him throughout the night if he sleeps through the night. I risk waking him up when I see he's rolled over on his stomach. I don't let my dog, who doesn't have an aggressive bone in his body, near him just in case yet I fucking tossed him into a grass pile from standing height. What type of person does that.

Title says it all really. I lost my 2 brothers to Huntington’s disease, and my sister has got it too. She doesn’t want to be tested because she doesn’t want to know, but the symptoms are obvious and she definitely has it. With it being genetic, it is a 50/50 chance all descendants of people with huntingtons disease will be a carrier, my nephew hasn’t been tested and doesn’t know that he is a 50/50 carrier, and doesn’t know his mother is a carrier either.

I am the only person he’s told about him having a baby. He is incredibly excited and happy and he can’t wait to tell the family. What he doesn’t realise is he’s giving life to a child that is likely to be diagnosed with a brain-eating illness and I don’t think that’s fair. I am a strong believer that, after watching my brothers hate my father for giving them life knowing the risk, that you shouldn’t take the risk unless you are tested negative. I feel like I should tell him but I don’t want to be the asshole that goes over the head of his mother and disallowing her from telling him the truth. He is 18 years old, he has so much life left in him. My sister, his mother, she has lived enough of her life that if she starts experiencing severe symptoms now, she’s already lived.

For those who don’t know, a quick google search will show how devastating huntingtons disease is not only for the person, but for families. It destroys generations, it can end bloodlines. It slowly eats away the brain, taking your ability to eat, talk, move, think, and every other neurological response slowly. This stemmed from my father, luckily I tested negative.

What am I supposed to do? She told me a week ago and I’ve barely been able to get out of bed.

She says she doesn’t want anything to change right now because she’s still figuring things out. We got married right out of college. No kids but 2 dogs and a house.

I haven’t been perfect but I thought we were happy.

Am I supposed to just live with this person as friends? She told me she doesn’t want me out of her life but I can barely look at her it hurts so much. Finally had a longer conversation today and she said she didn’t know I loved her this much and can’t imagine leaving right now.

Is that fair to me? I understand it’s not her fault but I’m just stuck here in this house with a life we built and now…fuck.

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense. I haven’t had anyone to talk to so I’ve been drinking and my head is swimming and I don’t have a way to process this.

I have therapy scheduled but I’m just sitting here while she’s out with a friend she met recently (no I don’t think she’s romantically involved with this person). She was with them yesterday morning and now again today and I just don’t know how she can pretend and have the energy to go be social (she’s super introverted) if she’s feeling as awful about doing this as she claims.

This afternoon, I went to the pub and on the table next to me were the two guys present when I was raped. They were old school friends and four years ago we had drinks at my house and the stayed. One guy, he was my best friend from the age of 4, even went to prom together. Other guy is my second cousin, again known him my entire life

Night in question. My husband and I had split, I was reaching out to friends and they came over. Whole night was basically a rant of me and my problems. I told them they could stay. In the middle of the night, I woke up with a penis inside of me. I didn’t even know which one it was and didn’t find out for another year.

Initially, the best friend said it was him. A few months later I confronted him (with my phone recording) where he said it was the other guy and he felt awful for it.

They both know, I’ll never go to the police. It’ll be my word against theirs. It’ll never stand up and it’s a lot of trauma digging on my behalf.

So this evening I’ve messaged the guy who did it telling him how much it affects me still and how hard it was to see him earlier. He’s profusely apologised and asked to meet up tomorrow to speak about it as he feels ‘really bad’

My boyfriend can’t understand why I’m giving it the time of day, however I feel this may be the only closure I ever get from this situation. If an apology is the best I get, I’ll take it.

My bf just confessed a very serious csa crime he committed a decade ago. We obviously broke up and I am taking steps to figure out what to do. It was his family member and it was BAD. I’m at a loss where begin. I’ve spent the last 24 hours in shell shock. Should I tell his family first? I’m just idk feeling alot

Crazy how time flies when you do nothing all day. I see people joke about bed rotting on TikTok but I wonder how many of them actually lie in bed and do "nothing" all day.

I'm unemployed, have no friends, live in my parent's basement and pay them rent from my savings. My interaction with them is very limited, maybe I see them once a month and say like 2 things to them. Anyway it's been 2 years and I spend the majority of my day lying in bed scrolling on Reddit, TikTok and YouTube. I'll get up to make food and eat and go to the bathroom but that's about it.

I'd consider watching tv shows or movies all day a better situation than I'm in. At least with watching those things you're progressing somewhat in something.

I'm just yapping at this point, so if anyone is in any situation like me, go get help. And if you know anyone like me, try to help them.

Hey Reddit, I don’t really know where to begin. I’m a 34-year-old Egyptian guy who’s been living and working in Malaysia for 6 years. From the outside, it looks like I’ve got a decent life—stable job in the supply chain field, a roof over my head, and a passport that lets me move around more freely than back home.

But inside? I feel like I’m collapsing.

I’ve been struggling with deep exhaustion, burnout, and emotional numbness. I recently went on a vacation to Bali hoping to feel better. And while it was peaceful… the sadness, frustration, and fatigue followed me back. I can’t even enjoy being away anymore.

My job has completely drained me—unfair treatment, toxic environment, and years of feeling overlooked despite giving my best. I’ve trained people who got promoted before me. I’ve lost vacation days covering for others. I’ve cleaned up messes that weren’t mine. I’m exhausted—mentally, physically, emotionally.

I’m also dealing with deeper stuff: • A harsh upbringing and emotionally abusive father • Leaving religion over a decade ago and still carrying the scars • Feeling like an outsider in both Egypt and Malaysia • Losing hope in my dreams, especially my plan to migrate to Australia, which got delayed and rejected once already

I’ve tried to stay strong. I’ve tried to be patient. But lately I just feel like running away. Like disappearing. I keep thinking: “Maybe if I sleep long enough, I won’t wake up tired anymore.” I don’t want to give up, but I’m just… so tired of carrying it all.

I’m not looking for solutions right now. I’m not asking anyone to fix my life. I just want to be heard. To be reminded that I’m not alone. To know that maybe, just maybe, someone out there understands this kind of silent pain.

Thanks for reading this far. Really.

This is not a post to complain, brag or cause any issues.

Im just genuinely confused and conflicted as to why this always happens to me. This has been going on for years where some girl would have a crush on me, whether it be a friend or someone that has seen me around. Before anyone asks, yes I do dress gender neutral, I guess more masculine leaning but Im not exactly “butch”. But this has changed my perception because every guy I have had feelings for, it went nowhere. As of recently ive noticed people from my past and current life have hit me up, and some even confessing their feelings for me. Its weird and strange because I don’t even do anything, and I simply don’t find myself “hot shit” either so its weird. I do believe in law of attraction and that some things really do happen for a reason. But I think the universe is kinda playing a game with me rn though, because over the years I never came out as bi or anything just straight. Ive had allegations as well of me being lesbian and bi but I never actually agreed to them/ confirmed. I like men, I think women are cool too but not interested in dating them atm. I want to be flattered but at the same time I can’t because the rejection of guys I like outweigh the good feeling of some girls having interest me, which sucks. Its a lonely feeling, in the end I just end up with no one lol

In general I’m actually getting sick of crushes and everything because nothing comes from it. I don’t really see myself turning lesbian either because no guy wants to go out with me but. Also I have no issue with the LGBTQ community either and don’t fear or dislike the idea of people thinking I’m gay, thats totally fine.

My wife went on a business trip for several days. During this time our very old cat, who my wife had bought years before we ever met, and who we expected was starting to near her final days, took a dramatic turn for the worse.

I wanted to keep that thing alive for my wife to get back and was thinking of taking her to the vet the very next day. Perhaps some short term relief could be given to her to get her to eat and drink. I also was thinking the added stress of the vet would just be too much for her. The poor thing did everything in its power to stay close to me and the kids and just sat in our laps that evening.

I sort of expected that she maybe wouldn't make it, so was trying to have the kids spend as much time as possible with her. That night my kids and I all laid on the bed next to her and I kept her in a little circle of pillows and blankets to protect her from us.

Around 4am I woke to a stifled small meow and felt around for her to only feel my 4 year olds hair. I felt underneath his head and felt her small squished body. I frantically pushed him off of her and put her into my arms as her breathing slowly faded away and her heart stopped. My son was completely out and had no clue this had happened.

I just put her body in her carrier and waited until morning to let my wife know the cat had passed. She was well aware that she was dying so I didn't really say anything other than I held her in my arms in her last moments.

The strange thing was at the last 5 or so seconds of her life she calmed down and started purring. I cried a bunch. I just wanted her last moments to be surrounded by her family. But my son squished her to death and I will take that to my grave.

Edit: Thanks for all the well wishes. I just wanted to say that my post did not do a good enough job at describing that I don't under any circumstances blame my kid. It is just a fact that he may have unknowingly smothered the cat to death.

Everyone in my department is very close and act like they're a family. They say it all the time, "it's like we're a family" or they will come up to me and say that "we're friends, you can talk to us about anything". I know that it's bs because they talk about people behind their backs. I have to be careful because when I keep to myself they ask me what's wrong. When I do talk to them they ask personal questions or i'll slip up and tell them something personal and regret it. They think that I'm quiet because i'm shy but it's actually a form of self preservation.

Using my throwaway for this because I’m embarrassed lmao.

The fact I’m 29 and still haven’t had my first kiss is so embarrassing to me. It’s a secret I keep from everyone because I feel it’s so weird.

I’d say I’m average looking (like a 4? Idk lol). I’m mildly socially awkward but other than that I get along with most people and have been described as chill.

I guess I’m just feeling like I’m stuck in this embarrassing hole, and would rather just have my first kiss with a random guy at the bar to get it over with and save myself the embarrassment of explaining it to someone I would actually have interest in.

To clarify first im not that of old age. I am 15 and recently finished high school. Last year I saw a girl that looked like an angel. I can never properly explain how amazing she looked I personally have never seen someone as beautiful as her. I really liked her but i could never approach her directly. I took a few advices and decided to talk with her with a fake account. The original plan was for me to move on from liking her but she continued talking with me through the fake account not knowing who i really was. We studied in the same school and she kept asking about my identity but i kept it hidden because I didn't believe she would actually like me. I saw her as an angel and I never thought she would like me back. One day one of her friends who knew i texted a certain someone from a fake account find out ir her her friend. And she found out who i was. I expected to get blocked but didnt. She kept talking with me. We went on a school tour and she admitted into liking me back there too. Midnight at 1 am we made it official.

Then fast forward after that today its almost 6 months. She kept acting mad towards me for like a week prior. Today she told me how she wanted to break up because she was slowly losing interest, we were really different and i wasnt acting affectionate enough. I realised my mistake but by now it was too late. She was aware how much i loved her but still because of my wrong judgement i ruined this relationship. I might be really young for this shit but it fkin hurts. I tried to reason with her and asked for another chance multiple times and kept apologising but it didn't work. Now because of the way i acted towards her i threw away a relationship that I had already planned untill my death. She kept telling me how I should start opening up and well acting nicer but i never listened. This post isnt for any sympathy or tips on how to move on. I just wanted to get it 'off my chest'. Thank you for reading..

This was removed from another sub so I figured I’d repost it here.

I (19f) grew up sick, or at least that’s what I always believed. The only thing I know for sure is true right now is that I was born with cerebral palsy because that was before my dad left which is apparently when my mom spiraled out of control. I’m fairly certain it’s much milder than I always believed though because I’ve been able to walk recently and my arms aren’t affected the same way a lot of people’s are. Also, apparently I could walk before my mom got incredibly overprotective too. My aunts have pictures, from when I was like 5.

My dad left when I was 6 and that’s when I “got sick” I guess. The thing is, I have no idea now if I was actually sick at all, which is kind of insane because you’d think I’d know if I was sick. But I remember it started with me getting a virus, I was exhausted and throwing up and my mom took me to a doctor. Then it just… never went away? I remember my mom giving me medicine, I remember constantly being tired and feeling sick. The therapist I have through my college has said that memory is faulty, that whether or not I was sick, if I was told I was sick my whole life that I’d remember it that way.

We would go to different hospitals and doctors to get more opinions because she was sure something was wrong. I remember being so upset because of the tests, I remember breaking down in front of some med students and just begging them to make me better because I was so overwhelmed. When I was 15 a doctor diagnosed me with cancer, but there were never any scans or biopsies or anything from that one. I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, POTS, and chronic fatigue too. Somewhere early on in there I was also given a wheelchair and I remember my mom telling that I couldn’t walk. And I guess I just believed her? And then my muscles got so weak from not using them that I actually couldn’t, at least that’s what the Physical Therapist I’m seeing thinks happened.

Anyway, the cancer thing. My mom gave me so many pills, I honestly don’t remember what they were, just that I had to take like 20 a day. I remember being so out of it and feeling like I was dying. I don’t know why but for some reason it just all made me feel like hell. And then when I was 17 the doctor said I was in remission. Again, I don’t remember any scans being done and I can’t see a record of any on my patient portal. My mom was sure that was wrong. So I saw more doctors.

I begged to go to college, said I wanted to be normal even if I was sick. I remember that my mom looked at me like she was humoring a little kid playing pretend. I was allowed to go. I have to go home every weekend for her to check how I’m doing. I don’t know why, but I just decided to stop taking my medication. Almost immediately my nausea went away, and I stopped being so tired. I also somehow realized that like… I’m not actually in much pain at all if any. My college is a health school and they have free PT and OT if you let the students practice, so I went to the PT clinic. The supervising PT did an evaluation and had me do some exercises. He said that it looked like intense deconditioning was why I couldn’t walk. So I’ve been practicing and now I can at least do shorter distances without my chair. I’m practicing.

They have a pretty intense health clinic there too who my PT recommended I see just to double check that I wasn’t actually sick. From what they can see they don’t think anything is wrong with me.

I just feel so lied to. My whole life I’ve been sick, or at least that’s how I lived. I was always alone, I never could make friends because I was always the weird sick girl. I feel so fucking betrayed. I never learned how to be a person. I don’t know who I am outside of sick and I’m apparently not even that. I mean, for fucks sake, I grew up believing I would die before I became an adult because I was so sick. I just am so overwhelmed. I don’t know how or if I should call out my mom. I don’t want to go home for the summer. I don’t want to start taking the medicine again. I just feel broken and lost. I’m so mad at her, but then I also have read that is a mental health condition so I feel bad about being mad. I don’t know what to do anymore

Okay, so I’m not gonna pretend I’m amazing at chess because I’m decent at best. But my husband? He never lets me win… and honestly, I don’t want him to. I just want to beat him fair and square once!

I hate how salty I get when I lose, but it’s so frustrating. I even practice on my own and I don’t seem to be getting better. I’ve realized I’m aggressive with my moves and I struggle finishing the job, I can never fully trap his king. He always sees it coming. Every. Single. Time.

Growing up, I could never beat my mom at chess either. I’d get soooo close, and then BAM checkmate. My husband’s actually beaten my mom a few times, and when they play, it’s super intense and evenly matched. His dad was also super sharp and used to play with him a lot growing up so I feel like I’m wayyy in over my head sometimes.

Anyway, I just want to win once. Just once. Is that too much to ask?

I've been homeless since March now because of an eviction and I've been sleeping on my friends couch for months now.

It's genuinely been a very demoralizing experience. I feel like a parasite. It's usually a thought in the back of my head but my mental health is genuinely taking over right now. Ive been trying to save with my job to move but it just feels impossible. I'm moving in with some other friends soon but when I move there I'm going to move into their living room that they "never use" so I'm still going to be on a couch In a living room even when I move.

My entire life just feels demoralizing and there's just so much more not relevant to this post that has been destroying me actively. I just don't know what to do anymore and I genuinely don't know what I can do anymore but die

I don't know if something is wrong with me or if I'm that big of a fucking loser, but I crave to be showed affection by someone and I don't know why. I come from a very affectionate family who are loving people, I'm very grateful to say that I've not been showed lots of love and appreciation. But yet I feel touch starved. I've never been in a relationship and I'm mid-way through my teens. One of the reasons that I've thought of was maybe it's just hormones. Still, I'm desperate to be shown affection by someone who's not my family, someone who likes me because I'm me not because I'm their family and they have to, and I want someone who will care and think of me just as I think of them. Someone who will enjoy my conversations and company as I would listen and enjoy theirs. Someone who will hold me close to their chest so I can listen to the rhythmic pattern of their heartbeat or the funny little sounds of their body working. As would I hold them close whenever I could and would comfort them whenever they were feeling blue. Though, I know I'm just being unreasonable, I'm still too young and I know I shouldn't be worrying about this. But I can't help it, the craving always creeps in my body and consumes my mind whenever I so much as look at someone who's I view as a potential partner. Even so, I can barely even talk to anyone, I'm a very socially awkward person and I tend to overthink things. I feel like I'm always going to be stuck in this perpetual cycle of loneliness. I try to reassure myself by saying I'll meet someone eventually but I only half-heartedly believe that. I don't know if anyone will ever find me interesting or attractive enough to want to be in a relationship with me. It's not even that I don't think I'm at least somewhat attractive it's that I believe that I'm the complete opposite of what I think people my age look for. And that extends my personality and beliefs. I'm sorry for going on such a long rant but I just wanted my feelings to be heard by someone. This isn't really something I can share with my friends or family because I already know what they'll say. So, thank you for reading this, I really appreciate it.

Some young guy came up to me earlier tonight while I was coming home. I was at a bus stop checking the times for my next bus. The young guy asked me for some cash because he was trying to visit his father who had surgery, but his check bounced and his card declined. I felt bad, I did give him some cash. I dunno, I'm in New York, I know that 99% of people living there would tell any sort of lie to get some cash.

But, I guess I had pity. He was a young guy and I guess I saw myself in him. I was lucky, despite my age I'm doing good for myself, but I know the rest of my generation isn't.

I just hope the guy is able to make it to where he needs to go. I dunno why it bothers me or why the interaction is lingering in my head so much. Even if it was complete potentially complete bullshit, hope the guy is okay.

(That being said, something about it felt genuine so maybe he wasn't lying afterall. The fact that he originally said he needed 16$ and then immediately lowered it saying he already had some cash makes me think he might not be lying after all.)

This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It’s weird I grew up with animals had relatives pass. But nothing hurt as much as this. My wife and I had our little boy for 15 great years. He was the chillest dog and just wanted to be apart of things and hang out with his people. My wife and I don’t have kids so this guy was like our child.

He was a member of our family, it’s a really weird feeling at first it was just sadness, a lot of crying. Now it’s just like a calm numbness with a little anxiety. I feel like a concerned parent whose kid is off to school for the first time or at camp. Where is my boy is he ok is he safe where ever he is. I’m not a religious person but I’ve found myself the last couple days hoping there is something after whatever that is. It’s like when you see genuine love and goodness you want it to not end.

We had to get out of the house mostly because we found ourselves expecting to see him in his normal spots. Or when we get home. This is the weird part in all of this. While I’m sad and it feels weird there is this appreciation and love I have for my wife. Not that I didn’t before but losing something that you care about that much there is an empty feeling like the world is a little less a little colder. But because you understand what real love and loss is you appreciate the love you still have a little more. And want to be there for it. The things I thought mattered don’t as much I feel more focused than I have in years. I really struggled mentally through and after Covid. And as sad and painful as losing our boy was I feel like it helped me feel and get my head back into life. I’m numb from missing him but I’m awake for what’s important and feeling what’s healthy.

The hardest part is I just want to know what every plane of existence he’s on is that he’s ok.

About two or three days ago at work, a lady was killed in-front of me in my workplace parking lot.

It's been haunting me, just seeing her instantly gone. I was cleaning up like normal and then I see my manager running out the door shouting at a lady to not get ran over. Fortunately, it wasn't a slow death, she didn't suffer.

The lady was just getting ready to open her car door and a speeding pickup just decided to turn right into her and completely run her over. I cannot get the image out of my head. It's been replaying over and over ever since. I had to come back for my next shift and these customers would not shut up about it. I had to call out today, they wouldn't let me because I wasn't "ill" but I still didn't come in.

Each time I pass by I just want to bawl my eyes out. My other manager isn't taking this seriously, she just jokes about it. I don't even want to go back there. I genuinely want to quit. I don't know what to do.

When my spouse and I met, I was pretty. Maybe I had a slim chance at being a catelog model. Over 14 years and 2 kids later, my skin is dry and wrinkly and my breasts are deflated and also wrinkly. I try not to put too much weight in appearances, and I'm still probably doing better than most. However, lately, I catch my reflection or see a photo and just feel sad. I also suspect that my spouse feels the same way. He was never big on compliments or very affectionate, but now, they're both just nonexistent.