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In a session today, a teen disclosed that she had been touched on her privates quite a few years ago by a family members kid. She and her younger sister are still in contact with this person and see her occasionally. Unfortunately, this disclosure came during a time of crisis and other more imminent safety concerns needed to be addressed first. I did not have time to ask more questions, like how old the kid was at the time, the nature of the touching, frequency etc.
With just the information I have now, I don’t feel this is enough to report. Where I live, sexual abuse is reported if “A child has been sexually abused or sexually exploited, or there is a risk that the child is likely to be sexually abused or sexually exploited, by the person having charge of the child or by another person where the person having charge of the child knows or should know of the possibility of sexual abuse or sexual exploitation and fails to protect the child.” Guardian does not know so there’s no real failure to protect…
I’m seeing her again next week so can get more info. What would you do here? Nothing? Inform guardian? Report?

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The students were quickly dismissed by the Mentor after Efrain declared a winner, who was desperate to do damage control.
“Okay, okay,” he said, brushing down his coat and coughing, “I see that we have failed to meet your standards. On behalf of the entire academy, I apologize immensely.”
Efrain, now that his temper had cooled, and upon realizing that he actually found the situation quite funny, put his hand on the man’s shoulder.
“No, no,” he laughed, “it was all merely an overreaction. Nicolo loved practical jokes. But, for all that, I doubt he would’ve continued teaching at this academy for years if he had no investment beyond it pranking me.”
And just like that, the man’s hope was restored.
“Yes, yes of course,” he said, “although I suggest you not tell what the inscription says to the other faculty. Some have spent… years on it.”
“No wonder, it’s a personal language we made up when we were youths. It’s a ramshackle, cobbled together thing, nigh-impossible to figure out, unless one was inflicted by the insight of drunken insanity.”
The man laughed, Efrain laughed, and he looked around at the academy’s towers and bridges.
“Well, he did fine for himself, clearly,” Efrain said, “even married an Eisen. Its good to know he spared some thought for me, even if it was to pull one over in death. Now I can’t even get revenge now. Clever bastard.”
“Yes, quite,” said the man, coughing, “now, I would be happy to show you to your office. It’s one of our finest.”
The whole situation wasn’t merely funny, he decided, it was hilarious. Unfortunately for Nicolo, Efrain still remembered some of his more embarrassing exploits. He wondered if the man had a biography that was taught - perhaps it needed some correction by a primary source.
“Well, lead on,” he said to the Mentor.
They proceeded from one of the lower bridges to the largest of the four connected towers. The panelled walls were both old and expensive, indicating that the school was indeed more than a joke Students of multiple ages and stripes went this way and that, some carrying books, others merely chatting among friends. Several more hallways and a staircase or two later, the mentor stood before a tall door.
“And here it is,” he said, puffing out his chest with pride, “one of our best.”
“That’s the second time,” Efrain noted, and the man self-consciously pushed open the door, revealing a narrow room.
It was comfortable, with a large desk taking up most of the space, a small bed and stove tucked into the corner. The wall behind the desk was mostly of modest bookshelves, stocked with tomes, some familiar, others not so much. A single, large window, open shutters flung outward, looked out toward the center of the city. The mentor looked around, and then at Efrain, clearly anxious to please.
“Wonderful,” Efrain said, “I hope I’m not depriving anyone of their space for my short stay.”
“No, no, not at all,” the mentor said, “in fact, your timing was fortuitous. One of the professors has elected to retire.”
“Ah,” Efrain said, sitting in the large chair behind the desk.
“You must be exhausted,” said the Mentor, hovering by the door, “I suppose I’ll just come and check on you in the morning. Supposedly your group is to attend the Festival as honoured guests.”
“News to me,” Efrain said, leaning back as he looked out the open window.
“Would you like a change of clothes, a meal, water to bathe in?” said the man.
“No, thank you,” Efrain said, “in fact, I wouldn’t mind a brief tour, actually.”
The man’s face lit up in response to the casual suggestion - clearly he took pride in the institution.
“Yes, yes, why of course, I would be happy to,” he said, “when would you like to begin?”
“Now,” Efrain said, getting up from his chair and moving past the man.
“Actually, now that I think of it, the last of the evening classes should be just starting,” said the Mentor, “would you like to sit in on one. It uses your books.”
A couple minutes, and Efrain was sitting in the back of a small room, dozens of fresh-faced students looking back between him and a professor at a lectern.
“So, as we discussed in the last class,” said the old man with a beard hanging over his considerable stomach, “actually, who would dare to tell me what is the ultimate goal of magic.”
Efrain was busy rifling through the provided textbook on the matter, his apprehension growing with every page that he passed. He’d forgotten just how bad some of his earliest work had been, and now was reliving his mistakes with vivid horror. Several hands rose, and a young girl who couldn’t be more than twelve was selected.
“Magic is a purest expression of the human,” she said, clearly reciting what she’d learned by heart, “it is an attempt to get away from the base naturalness of ourselves and transcend into something greater.”
Efrain stifled a groan as he heard his early and more poetic pondering on magics parroted back at him.
The class continued on until Efrain couldn’t stand it any longer. The professor was in the middle of explaining how magic could be derived from the environment, which was correct, but that was inferior in all cases to simply deriving it from oneself, which wasn’t. Efrain snapped the booklet shut as loud as he could, drawing the gaze of everyone in the class.
“Alright,” he said, getting up, “we need to stop. Stop. All of this is a mistake.”
The professor, quite confused, looked towards the mentor for any sign that he should intervene. The mentor merely shook his head as Efrain stalked towards the lectern.
“My good man, take a seat for a little while,” Efrain said, “there are some errors of mine I have to correct.”
He gripped the edges of the lectern, trying to decide how best to approach this, and begun by clearing his throat.
“Is knowledge truth?” he said, prompting a rash of confused stares.
He departed from the lectern, and walked in front of the students.
“Again, is knowledge truth? Is knowledge automatically, by definition, true?”
“Well, yes,” said a young man slowly.
“Ah,” Efrain said, rounding on him, “so, if I were to stumble on half a conversation a noblewoman has about some innocent meeting she had with a young man, mistook it for an affair, and reported it to her husband, would I be lying?”
“Well, yes, kind of?” said the boy, his brows furrowing. Several of the other students blushed at the impropriety of the statement.
“But that was using the knowledge I possessed, and if knowledge is truth, then where is the lie?” Efrain said, sitting on the edge of the table, “all I did was relay my knowledge, hence, relay the truth to my friend, her husband.”
“I- I-,” said the boy, “then you were misinformed.”
“Precisely,” Efrain said, taking the book from before him and walking back to the front of the class to raise it before the children.
“The truth cannot lie, by definition, but knowledge can, implying that it is a distinct entity from the truth,” Efrain said, as he rounded the lectern.
“Perhaps it is not a matter of relaying the truth,” called the mentor from the back, “but inferring the truth only from half-knowledge.”
Efrain pointed the booklet towards him.
“And that is why he is a mentor and you are still students,” Efrain said, “but what is the point I hear you asking?”
A few genuinely seemed to think he could hear their thoughts and shrank back from this strange, belligerent man.
“The point is this - the books you’re reading are nonsense. Inferences made from a tiny amount of knowledge, by an overconfident idiot.”
The professor started forward at this sacrilege of the texts, but the mentor held him back.
“Now, if you’re intelligent, which I’m sure all of you are, you should be asking about now, ‘how could he possibly know? Who is he to come into our class and start making such claims?’ That’s good,” Efrain paused, and pointed to the cover.
“Would someone care to read me the title of this particular text?” he said.
One of the students, another boy, looked down and began to say in a high, weedly voice.
“Basic Principles of Magic: A Treatise,” he said, looking up to see if he’d somehow passed whatever test Efrain was given him.
“Keep going young man,” Efrain said, nodding him on.
“W-written by Nicolo Eisen, Efrain Belacore, and Avidius Armsted, compiled by Nicolo Eisen and Avidius Armsted.”
“Which is to say, ‘principally written by Efrain Belacore and Avidius Armsted, with footnotes of historical nature by Nicolo Eisen.’ He was always more interested in the history anyways,” Efrain said, slapping the book on the lectern.
The children all looked back and forth between each other, trying to see if any had an understanding better than themselves.
“To answer your question,” Efrain said, “the reason I both possibly know and get to come into your class and make such claims is that I am the middle name on your textbook.”
The explosion of curiosity and confusion was a delight to Efrain, who held up the book to the ceiling, pointing to it.
“To be clear, my name, young ones, is Efrain Belacore, and I’m here to tell you why half of my book is wrong, and the other half is incomplete.”
The class sat in dumbfounded silence, trying to gauge what the appropriate response to such information could possibly be.
“Let’s start with something simple, though, young lady,” Efrain pointed to the young girl who’d given the first definition to start the class.
“Y-Yes, professor?”
“Restate your definition, if you’d be so kind,” he said, which she did word for word.
“I wrote that line when I was under the impression that magic was apart from the natural world,” Efrain said, “in the sense that it could be used to transform it, to add value to it, much like some artists will say that their paintings cut through to the soul of the subject, removing the mortal veil on top of it or some hogwash like that.”
Efrain walked in front of the class.
“We are all part of the natural world, even if we strive to rise above it, whatever that means,” Efrain said, “you get cut, you bleed, you do that enough you die, your body returns to the earth, and so on and so forth. Magic is an extension of all those natural processes, not something apart from it. So, young men and women, do not spurn the world in the pursuit of magic.”
Efrain spied a beautifully made pin, stuck in the hair of a young woman.
“Excuse me, could I borrow that for a moment?” he said, gesturing to the pin.
“Uh, y-yes, sure,” she said, hastily pulling out the pin and letting her hair fall around her shoulders as she presented it to him.
“Thank you very much,” he said, as he held up the pin.
“Right, do not spurn it in the pursuit of magic, rather, embrace it. Seek inspiration in it,” Efrain said, focusing on the butterfly motif.
Again, unbidden, the memories of exploding light and claps of sound.
Copies of the exact butterfly carven on the head of the pin streamed out, following trails of light to explode into pinwheels of light. The children shrieked, at first in fear than in delight as the show continued, and Efrain handed the pin back to its owner. She looked at the pin in what seemed like awe, checking it over for any alteration.
“The pin is intact,” Efrain said, “like I said - inspiration. I had no need to change it.”
The mentor was by his side, clapping at the show.
“I say, marvellously, marvellously done,” he said, “a finer display of magic I’ve never seen. You truly are a master.”
“If that passes for a ‘fine display’, mentor, you are easy to please,” Efrain chuckled, “now, I suggest we leave the poor professor to his work.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” the Mentor said, “after all, you’ve just ruined the integrity of the text he taught from! Students, you are dismissed from your studies for the day. Emilio, take a break for tonight, me and master Efrain have some discussions to have.”
It crossed Efrain’s mind that he might’ve just signed up for some extensive work in the near future. This however, was his academic integrity, and he wasn’t about to let those notes be his legacy, if he was going to have one. They took up the conversation in the hallway, leaving the students filing out behind them.
“That was simply incredible,” the mentor said, “I’m shocked that you were able to do it off the cuff. Just like that.”
“It was nothing,” Efrain said, “and that’s not self-praise, mentor. If you’re not able to do simple illusions of light like, then ‘my’ books have led you astray.”
Efrain stopped to look out through a window, seeing the central pyramid and its rooftop garden. “Though that’s not entirely fair to Nicolo and Armsted. I’ve been travelling and studying for nigh-on two centuries since I left. I’ve learned much more than what they were left to work with.”
When Efrain turned back to the man, he found that he was bowing low.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh please, master Efrain,” said the man, “please, led us back to greatness.”
“What?”
“You are truly, the most knowledgeable, the most revered, the most brilliant-”
“Stop that,” Efrain said, “I left my patience for flattery about a half-thousand miles west. Say what you mean, plainly.”
He tried to tell himself that was the truth, but he couldn’t deny it made his chest swell to hear such things, especially after so long on his own.
“We need you,” said the man, astonishing Efrain as he wiped tears from his eyes, “we are but children, stumbling around-”
“Do you do this with every guest?” Efrain said, trying to tamp down on the delight he felt.
“What? N-no. Be the mentor! I will gladly renounce it, if you are there to take the place. Lead our school, master Efrain!”
Efrain held his face as he considered what the man had just said.
“No,” he said, quashing the image of mentor Efrain squarely and firmly right there.
“B-but why?” the mentor blubbered, “anything you want, I’ll give it to you, anything! Name it and-”
“But I will rewrite those gods-damned books you have. Fill them with my current knowledge, which is far superior than that poetic dreck that I made back in the day,” Efrain said, “I would not be able to live with myself, if I left you with that swill.”
“Oh thank you! Thank you!” said the mentor, clasping his hands.
“Now, let’s get back to my office,” Efrain said, “I’m finding myself quite tired of this whole affair.”
“Yes, yes, of course,” said the man, straightening himself and gesturing the way.
“Tell me,” Efrain said, “your begging seems to indicate that the academy’s future is dire.”
“Oh, it’s bad,” sighed the man heavily, “we simply haven’t been able to produce things that are of much use. It is our shame, and as such, we’ve moved much of the studies to other, more practical subjects. Maths, history - magic is quickly becoming a pure pursuit of knowledge. The Eisen matriarch seems not to mind, but Poutash, and many of the established houses, well…”
Efrain nodded as he climbed the main stairs, shuffling by students. He tried to ignore the irrational guilt that plagued him. He’d just managed to put a lid on it as they reached the office, where within he sank into the chair. The mentor stood nervously by the door, almost like an attending student, not the director of a school. Efrain wondered how he got the position in the first place.
“Well, that was enlightening,” Efrain said, “I’ll retire now, I think.”
“Of course,” said Avencia, “yes, we shall leave you to it. I will have dinner sent up.”
“No need, we had some in the city,” Efrain said, “I don’t eat all that much anyways. Tell me, are there any particular teas you’d recommend? Local speciality or imported, I don’t care.”
The man thought for a few moments.
“I would have to ask someone else, but I will send up a set as soon as possible,” he said.
“Oh, and the books,” Efrain said, reclining back on the chair and looking out the window.
“Which books?” said the man excitedly.
“All of them. Any of them that bear my name,” Efrain said, “In fact, just send me all your core texts for magic. If I need any sort of historical references, I’ll make up a list while I’m reading them.”
The man practically stumbled over himself, thanking Efrain profusely and indicating that the entire curriculum would be sent up, as well as paper and ink. When the door shut, the quiet seemed almost unnatural to Efrain after the busy day he’d had. He picked up a book from the shelf, some piece of Karkosian history from a man he’d never heard of.
He sat back down in the chair, and curiously, he found his eyesight beginning to swim as he tried to parse the page. His body felt… heavy, exhausted even. He tried to resist it, tried to fight it as the book fell open on his lap, but his vision darkened, and soon Efrain had drifted off to sleep.
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As the title suggest, can they access the information stored onto an account using microsoft services? I was going through these cheap cd keys stuff where you can get like 5tb of one drive storage for a year and those kind of stuff where the user gets an email and password and they have to change the password which locks out or remove any other previous user (from my opinion, not sure). And for the sake of experiment and experience I spent like 5 dollars (AUD) using disposable online card to get the CD key (received username and password on email).
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I just wanted to know how does it work? is it secure (probably not but still better to know) ? Also won't be storing any private information on any of the provided services. has anybody tried services like that? what are the consequences.
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Trigger Warnings: verbal abuse
Mood Spoiler: Trash takes itself out
Original Post: June 1, 2023
For context, I am a 31F living with my boyfriend "Mike" who is 34. Mike has a friend "Victor" who comes over a lot. Yesterday, Victor came over to watch baseball with Mike. Victor asked me to pass him a beer so I passed one over but I dropped it. It didn't crack open or anything, but he said "Nice one, bitch." I was honestly shocked and said excuse me? He started laughing and Mike joined in. I was very uncomfortable and genuinely didn't know what to say. I told Victor that I didn't appreciate him calling me a bitch. He got super defensive and said he was saying it "jokingly". I said it doesn't matter how you were trying to say it, I am uncomfortable. He got very huffy and said I was just being "sensitive" and then he said "and you're probably going to accuse me of being a sexist now aren't you. Can't say anything these days." This was wild because A) I didn't say anything about sexism and B) What do you mean "can't say anything"? Can't call women "bitches" unsolicited anymore? What even was his point here?
Mike hadn't said anything during this interaction until I called him out. I asked why he wasn't defending me and he said "idk babe you're being a bit dramatic." At this point I'd had enough so I told them to leave and they went to Victor's to watch the game. Up until this point I thought I was in the right until Mike texted me angrily. He said I'd embarrassed him in front of a friend by being so melodramatic and SJW-y. He said Victor didn't mean any harm, and it was like how my friends call me bitch lovingly/jokingly. He also said it was uncalled for for me to kick him and Victor out of the house when Mike literally lives there. I said it's completely different because my friends make sure I'm okay with it and don't say it in a derogatory manner like Victor did. Plus, my friends are wonderful women who have supported me for years, not some friend of my boyfriend's who I barely know. And I was supposed to just let myself be disrespected in my own home? He called me annoying again and then turned notifications off.
He slept over last night (Victor lives alone) and hasn't come home yet. I think I might be the asshole because it's true that my friends call me bitch, and although it's different as I said above, it's possible that it confused Victor and made him think that was ok. I also didn't mean to make Victor uncomfortable/put him in the hot seat as a guest in my house. AITA?
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Can you stay anywhere else for the time being? Or break up with him and live elsewhere?
"I can move in with my sister and her girlfriend if needed. I'm seriously considering it after this. Thanks for your input xo"
It may have started as a joke, but as soon as you were uncomfortable they should have apologized:
"that's a good point, I was excusing him by thinking maybe he heard my friend calling me it and thought it was fine, but once I said it wasn't he should have just said "oh sorry i heard [friend] say it so i thought it was alright". Thanks for the help"
"Yeah if he had just said sorry, won't do it again I would have been ok with it and that would be the end but he got so unnecessarily defensive and weird."
EDIT: Accidentally referred to "Victor" as "Lucas" (these are fake names and I changed my mind halfway through making the post lol)
OOP is voted NTA
EDIT 2: Early next morning
oh my god. I was not expecting this to blow up like it did. I am so incredibly grateful for every single one of you who commented and I feel so supported. It’s impossible for me to respond to everyone but know that I’m reading your comments and I’m so thankful. I’m working things out right now, but I am safe, thank you so much for the concern. I’ll add a longer explanation and update later today when everything gets settled. A lot has happened since I made this post so I want to be able to update properly. Much love to you all, I am so overwhelmed with your kindness 💖
Update (Same Post): June 2, 2023 (Next day)
UPDATE: This will probably be my final update considering the thread is now locked (which is sad). Firstly, thank you all so, so much for all the support. It means so much to me. I'm so overwhelmed reading all the comments telling me that I deserve better, that I haven't wasted my time with Mike, that I'm worth more. It truly means the world. Also, thanks for all the lovely PMs I've been receiving. Reading these comments have made me realize that I'm still young and have my life ahead of me, and I am sure I don't want to spend it with a man like Mike especially after what happened today.
Today has been wild. To start, Mike didn't come home last night, meaning he has now spent two nights over there instead of confronting the issue like a mature adult. He didn't even text me to let me know that he was alive. So I texted him saying that I didn't appreciate at all what happened and that we should talk about it if there is any chance of saving this relationship. He sent me these wild paragraphs that basically said "fine, leave me. good luck finding someone else who will want to fuck you, you'll never find another man because you're just another annoying crazy bitch, victor was right, you're a c*nt, etc." He basically typed an entire essay, it was pretty funny but also disturbing. I couldn't believe a man I thought I loved was saying such nasty and disrespectful things to me. I texted back: "lol alright. have fun calling me whatever the fuck you want with victor, i won't be around to take it. we're done." His text truly was the last straw for me because he didn't apologize or even try to talk it out, he just immediately jumped to calling me names and saying really horrible things. I took my stuff (luckily it wasn't much to pack because all the furniture was Mike's) and drove to my sister's, where I'm currently living with her and her girlfriend. I hope I can find a permanent living arrangement soon.
Once again, thank you so much for all the support. I wouldn't have had the courage to end things without all the kind words and promises that things will get better, and that I deserve more than this. I was scared to leave because for some reason, people seem to think that women lose their "value" after turning 30. Looking back, Mike made this message clear to me as well during our relationship. I felt like I was undesirable because of my age and that I was lucky to even have a guy who could stand me. But reading your comments made me realize: I'm still young and there's plenty of time to find someone who will treat me right. Again, I am so incredibly grateful. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. 💜

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We lived together for 2 years after he provided me with safety away from my abusive family, up until January of this year. He made the decision that he needed to move back home due to financial stressors. I am a University student who works 30 hours a week making over minimum wage. I have contemplated dropping out of my studies to pursue a full time job in order to help with living expenses, but he always argued against this, as he didnt complete a degree and works a job he does not like.
So, in January it was sprung upon me that we were moving back to the city we grew up in within the week. This meant that I had to transfer schools again, leave my job because it was too short of notice to be transferred to the location in my home city, and move back in with my parents. This obviously destroyed me, as I felt I was being abandoned and everything we built together was for nothing. His parents still live in the beautiful home he grew up in and they are a very loving and supportive family. My parents live in a 2 bedroom condo that also houses my sister and 2 cats. There was no room for me (and our 70 lb dog), but nonetheless, I was told I could not stay with him. Apart from this, i am very rarely allowed to visit. I have been there less than a handful of times since being back home. My life here is hell everyday and I have no where to keep me safe.
Since being back home, he has done a total 360. It is like he is a teenager in a rebellious phase who has just gotten a taste of freedom for the first time. As well as not having a fully developed frontal lobe with critical thinking skills. His ability to accept accountability when he hurts me is now non-existent, and he now manipulates every situation to work out in his favour and as me the crazy co-dependent girlfriend. He has made me cry countless times in the last couple of months, contemplating if I am asking too much for the bare minimum, if I am too hard to love, and If I am worthy of it at all. I struggle heavily with trust due to my past relationships and my upbringing, which he is very well rounded on and what my triggers are. Lately, I have caught him lying about very insignificant things that make no sense to fabricate. It has caused my brain to spiral, thinking about how easy it is for him to lie with a pokerface and me believe him. He knows this will cause me hurt, but he does it anyways. I have given him ultimatums before, stating that i’d like him to go to counselling and seek a psychiatrist because his mental health is very poor and theres only so much that I can do to be there and help him through, and how it is not fair for me to be the one he takes his hurt out on. He makes appointments, and then cancels them the day before. I am in counselling and see a psychiatrist, which helps me a lot in order to still be able to give him my best self. I definitely have my moments, but i have not changed in regards to how i handle the way i may have crossed a boundary of his. It hurts me immensely when I hurt him, so I always do the most that I can to make sure I am not that version of myself and how to not repeat those behaviours.
The last time I gave him an ultimatum, I told him that I mentally and physically cannot handle anymore pain, and if it continues, I will have to look out for whats best for me. I dont think he took me seriously, as I can definitely be a little bit of a push over and people pleaser, but I did it today. I could no longer take not being understood, villainized, and gaslit. It pains me so much more because this behaviour isn’t aligned with who he is and i think its just because of what hes going through…but i cant take it anymore. i have dedicated my life to him for 3 years and made it my mission to show him that real love does exist. But i deserve to be loved the way that i love him, and hes not able to do that right now. He is the love of my life and my best friend forever, nothing will ever change that in my heart. I will always be there to support him, and he knows that. I hope one day he will be able to see what ive been trying to explain and show him and get the help he needs, but until then, i matter more.

Just finished the show! It took me a while to get through, but is definitely one of my favorite shows ever. I enjoyed the ending for the most part, and I thought the second part of season 11 was great. I find myself wondering, did Mercer know the entire time about the labor camps? I’m assuming he did know since he’s in charge, but it surprises me how he was able to live with that. I also understand that he probably didn’t have a choice and it weighed on him a lot, but I wish there was a scene of him addressing it. Any other thoughts?
Also, what is destination 2?

i went to the red rock place and killed all the khans and yet when i go to quests it still says go to yes man to ignore the great khans. im on legions side so i cant do the ncr quest to kill him.

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One of my best friends died of cancer at the age of 20. When I heard he died I cried and yet I didn't feel sad. It made processing his death much more difficult. Afterwards I kept in touch with his mother and she organized regular get togethers for his friends. Seeing as I was one of his better friends she has taken me to the side on a couple occasions to talk about his experiences before he passed away. Last Christmas she took me aside and talked about/described his last morning alive. She talked about how he was sure he would make it and how she reaffirmed to him that she would fight for him to make sure he would receive the best care possible. While she was describing his last hours alive and death I didn't feel anything. I had to pretend to be sad. As my friend's grieving mother described his last hours alive I could only pretend to be sad.
I'm sorry if this isn't the place the post this. I just have nobody to tell and don't know where to go.

Hi, I'm frustrated and looking for help. I have a package I needed for a trip this weekend. It was scheduled to arrive Wednesday. It was out for delivery and then reverted to being delayed for a security check. The same thing happened today: out for delivery by 7pm, then delay due to security check.
I have read older posts here looking for answers. I don't live in a gated community or dicey area. Just a normal house in a normal neighborhood. We get UPS deliveries without issue weekly.
Any idea what's going on here or how I can get help? I've called in twice. Both times I've been told that they will relay the message to the local facility who will reach out to me first thing in the morning. I haven't heard back from anyone.

I have a 50/50 relationship with my job. I appreciate it, I'm good at it and I make enough money to save. I'm trying to get to a certain number in which I'll be comfortable quitting and taking a risk doing something else...I'm about halfway there...I probably need to stay at my job in my position for another 1 to 2 years to get to that point. But until then, I sorta kinda need this job.
So I have a coworker who is extremely bossy and just a jerk and bully. Management just goes along with whatever he wants, they're a little bit weak...I don't really blame them though because he's really hard to manage. He calls all the shots, gets special treatment, makes others feel uncomfortable from time to time and tells us what to do. He doesn't have permission to act like our boss either. He's even sending emails/texts to me and some of my coworkers on my days off telling us that we should just resign because we aren't doing our jobs right.
He's passive aggressive when you work with him and he makes you uncomfortable when trying to do your job. I really am sick of dealing with this and it seems like it's at least once a month he's power tripping or something and my home life isn't super stellar so to be dealing with a narcissist A HOLE at work is too much for me. My boss says hes having a discussion with him tomorrow...how should i proceed if that doesn't fix this guys attitude?

I have horrible night sweats, like I change clothes 1-3 times a night depending on the night.
I’ve gotten used to it tbh. However on Friday nights my grandsons (2&3) spend the night with me and my 3 year old is basically an extra appendage. He sleeps with me and has to sleep close to his nana, like touching me close.
I love it, but he’s an internal heater too. How can I overhydrate so to speak tomorrow night so I don’t get dehydrated while we sleep?? Tia for advice!

Hey this is my first time posting on this channel and first ever reddit post, I just felt the need to share this feelings with people who would understand me. So I have trich since 12/13 yo at 18 my parents got me this treatement with this wig that would be glued to my head, after a bit more than an year I started growing my hair again and my trich got an incredible remission of over 4 years. Other things impacted it as well, I felt purposeful, I was in uni and was quite busy, would spend most of my time outside the house. I felt like the urge to pull hairs would never return, I had no urge for many years, until the pandemic. The isolation and the constant worries made me return to the old habbit, the pandemic is already over and I can't stop the hair pulling. I hate my job, even tough it is decent money I hate to see that all studying I did isn't paying off, most of the time I am made to do the simplest of repetitive tasks, I've been really tough on myself for degressing on trich.
In conclusion from 2020 till now I've been seeing the work of years go back to zero, and this makes me soo dismotivated to continue to fight the urge, as I convince myself that whenever a new issue pop up the urge will to again and again and it will be a constant battle and expense of my energy. Recently I got back to the realization I got to overcome it again, I know I can I already done this before, its been 2 days with no hair pulling, this time my whole life is a mess but I am hoping to heal back one thing at a time, starting with caring for myself. It is not because I want to see myself wearing my own long hair again, but because I need to take control of my life and just like loosing control started with the trich regainig control will also start with overcoming this challenge,I am not doing this just for my hair but for the entire me. I wanted to know if anyone else has got a situation similar to mine where you could get rid of trich for many years but had one huge regression that made all your effort seems meaningless, and how did you got back on track after this huge mistep. Accepting that I regressed without calling myself "weak" or damn straight "stupid" has been a challenge, I am still angry at myself and I wonder if I can still forgive me, it is hard to express all feelings of frustration, disapointment ...

We started this week with an emphasis on self-care and now we turn our focus to the relationships in our lives. Healthy relationships take care and attention.
This weekend, how do you plan to or think you can intentionally care for your relationships? Consider taking time to get a cup of coffee with a friend Saturday morning or get your family together to do a much-needed chore around the house. Sunday dinners with your family or friends are also a great way to spend time with those you love. It can be literally anything and can be as simple as including another in something you have to do this weekend like grocery shopping or shoveling snow.
These things may seem simple but you are caring for your relationship by intentionally seeking to make it stronger.
In the comments below, share your goals for relationship care, ask for help coming up with ideas, or just share how you feel about devoting your time and energy to caring for the important people in your life. If the experience was positive, share it below to inspire others so we can celebrate your wins! If your plans do not go well or fell flat, share that too! We want to support you in your relationship care plans!

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Welcome to the 24 hour pledge!
I'm pledging myself to not drinking today, and invite you to do the same.
Maybe you're new to /stopdrinking and have a hard time deciding what to do next. Maybe you're like me and feel you need a daily commitment or maybe you've been sober for a long time and want to inspire others.
It doesn't matter if you're still hung over from a three day bender or been sober for years, if you just woke up or have already completed a sober day. For the next 24 hours, lets not drink alcohol!
This pledge is a statement of intent. Today we don't set out trying not to drink, we make a conscious decision not to drink. It sounds simple, but all of us know it can be hard and sometimes impossible. The group can support and inspire us, yet only one person can decide if we drink today. Give that person the right mindset!
What happens if we can't keep to our pledge? We give up or try again. And since we're here in /stopdrinking, we're not ready to give up.
What this is: A simple thread where we commit to not drinking alcohol for the next 24 hours, posting to show others that they're not alone and making a pledge to ourselves. Anybody can join and participate at any time, you do not have to be a regular at /stopdrinking or have followed the pledges from the beginning.
What this isn't: A good place for a detailed introduction of yourself, directly seek advice or share lengthy stories. You'll get a more personal response in your own thread.
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Hey there, SD crew! Happy Friday!
The weekend is almost here and I think this is the only place I know of that understands how scary that can be. 2 days. I don’t have to do anything or go anywhere. Free time.
This used to mean all the free time for my hobby. My one hobby that I had left. And many promising weeks of not drinking ended there.
Why did does that happen so much? For me it was that all my enjoyment was reduced to one thing. Its not even that it was that great. Its just by that point, everything else didn’t mean much.
So to those who struggle with the weekend I feel ya. I found ways to fill the time. Honestly, it was sleeping and moping around mostly at first. Then some walking eventually. Now its not a even a consideration for me.
So for those of you still struggling you can find other ways to fill your time. It will take a while for it to be fun again. It is hard, but it gets easier
Once again, If you have 30+ days sober and you’d like to host the DCI, reach out to SaintHomer and he’ll get you set up!
IWNDWYT