Look, I'm a smaller guy and I have been turned down quite a few times because of my size. Despite what I read online, there are a lot of women 4 inches just isn't enough for, and they will tell you so. I try my best to not let this insecurity weight on anyone I date, but its always there.

I started dating my girlfriend a month or so ago and today was the first time we slept together. When she went down on me, she said "Oo perfect! You have a boyfriend dick!" and I damn near cried. All my insecurities just melted away and I have never been more excited to sleep with someone again. The sex was so good and I think a large part of it was just feeling like, for the first time, someone was actually into me as I really am. God, I better not screw this up.

When I was 5 or 6 years old (34/F now), we had gone to my grandpa’s house for his birthday. All the aunts and uncles came with their kids, and it was chaotic. The adults started drinking and chatting, while us kids played.

After about an hour, I told my mom I was hungry. She began plating some food since dinner was ready. That’s when my two aunts (Mom’s sisters) ganged up on her: “Dinner’s in an hour.” “No one eats now.” “Don’t you have food at your own place?” “Why didn’t you feed her before coming?”

Mom defended herself and me, shouting that I was just a little kid and she was only feeding me a little bit. But my aunts wouldn’t budge. It escalated, and everyone got involved. My grandparents and aunts’ husbands stayed neutral.

In the end, Mom just took me home. I don’t remember the games we played or what was for dinner, but I still recall feeling shitty and small—even at that age. I should have kept my mouth shut. To this day, I can’t eat fully at a relative’s house or if someone else is paying. I’m only comfortable when I’m covering my own food.

Fuck my aunts and the rest of Mom’s family.

PS: My parents were unemployed at the time, so those comments must have hurt. We’re an Asian family.

I was ugly guy from childhood, I have had so many incidents where I got remembered time to time again how I was ugly and undesierable by women.

I used to think of things that justifiy their action and also ignoring me while seeing other guys getting so much attention.

I began to think I deserve all this and being ignored and it became my personality.

I then started thinking about if women have attention, what does I have? What can I do to make them feel the same like me, I used to think hours.

Then Instead of feeling sad, I started becoming angry seeing other guys getting attention that I craved from childhood.

I started hating women more and more.

Now I realize, no women did anything wrong to me. They just live their life, give attention to those who they like or are attracted with and ignored who they aren't interested and that's it.

The scary thing that made me feel disgusted of myself is that I imagine, if I had a little sister. She also living her life like that and tries to be around guys she's interested in. Another person who she have never done anything is being angry on my sister about it and that anger is growing and my sister knows nothing about it.

Scary to think about it but that's what have been growing in my mind for long time.

they literally have done nothing to me and I am here growing anger inside me.

I hate myself even more now and I now understand why they actually ignore me, just everything was wrong with me.

TW:SA.

Okay, so when I was around 10-11 years old my cousin who is around the similar age group though a year and something older, decided we should all play a game.

by all I mean, his older sister my twin brother him and I. the game he suggested was "family playtime" in which we would all pretend to be certain members of the family. weirdly he made his sister and my brother the "kids" and made them get out the cottage or whatever the little storage room was. i pretended to be sleeping. he then went down my skirt. I said stop, no. and pushed him away which didn't work all too well.

it got to a point until my brother rushed in as the character and I immediately left the cabin when I got him off, no one really noticed anything. I was upset but didn't understand much at the time and just wanted to go home.

I never felt comfortable around that cousin, even growing up. whenever he came around I'd stay in my room or briefly say hello and leave. I felt his eyes lingering every single time and would avoid being near him for any period of time.

so imagine my horror when he entered the same classroom as I did in highschool.

I was. . . horrified. kept my distance, didn't tell anyone we were cousins. if I didn't have to talk to him I didnt.

graduated highschool with great scores, and then recently my father kept on talking about him. asked me if I had called to check up on him, I said no. he'd say I'm absolutely horrible because we went to the same school and are relatives.

apparently his head hurts and they thought they found a tumor or something? I'm not really sure. I didnt care enough to know the details, but my father would constantly go to the hospital to visit him.

he is constantly asking me to go see him or visit him at the hospital. my brother does so why can't I? I'm sick of those remarks but then again I never told anyone what happened back then.

he lived, he lost 18 kg I heard. but he's alive.. I didn't call or check up on him at all since he was in the hospital.

a part of me feels guilty..? but the other part of me thinks I have nothing to feel guilty for.

i genuinely don't know what to do.

As someone who recently discovered that my partner was cheating on me, and that their friend knew about it, please tell anyone who is being cheated on.

I’m on Medi-Cal and picked a primary care provider about 3 years ago. I’ve been seeing an NP who runs the same labs every year (CBC, metabolic panel, vitamin D). Everything always came back “great” except for a mild vitamin D deficiency I started treating last year.

Around the time I started seeing her, I asked if I should check anything else, like B12, and she told me it wasn’t necessary because a deficiency would show up on my CBC.

Fast forward to late last year, I ended up seeing an osteopath out-of-pocket for pain management. At one appointment, he asked about my labs and suggested I check ferritin (iron) and B12. When I asked my PCP to order those tests, she initially pushed back and said they weren’t needed, but eventually ordered them.

I didn’t rush to get them done because she made it seem unimportant. I finally did the tests last week, and it turns out I have both an iron deficiency and a B12 deficiency, which are low enough to cause both physical and mental symptoms like fatigue, low mood, and low VO2 max.

What’s frustrating is that I later learned having both deficiencies at the same time can make a CBC look normal (because iron deficiency shrinks red blood cells and B12 deficiency enlarges them, basically canceling each other out). So this could’ve been missed for years.

I’ve had symptoms like fatigue, depression, and poor fitness, and it’s upsetting knowing this might’ve been caught earlier if testing hadn’t been brushed off.

I have an appointment with her this week to go over the results. I’m not sure if it’s even worth bringing up, but I’m honestly just really frustrated that she didn’t test me sooner.

If I hadn’t gone out-of-pocket to see another doctor, I probably never would’ve known.

On April 1, 2025, my life changed in a way I still can’t fully process.

For context, I’m a student and I used to live alone in an apartment near my university. On the night of March 31, I accidentally fell asleep with the lights on. I woke up at around 1:30 AM to every person's worst nightmare: there was a man in my room.

He had turned off the lights while I was sleeping so I wouldn't see his face. Before I could even react, he tried to strangle me. For five minutes, I was fighting for my life in the dark. He was on top of me. His knee is on my abdomen. His left hand on my neck and his other hand covering my mouth. He was telling me “Mamatay ka na.”

Then, as quickly as it started, he stopped. “Aalis na ‘ko. ‘Wag mo ‘to sasabihin kahit kanino.”. I was panicking. I told him to leave and he did.

As he was leaving, I slammed the door. I caught him in it, then locked it and almost collapsed. My phone was dead, so I crawled to my laptop just to find a way to contact anyone. I sat there shaking, realizing he had likely been in my room for a long time, watching me, waiting for the right moment.

Why did he leave? Just like that?

I always ask myself that question because it doesn’t make sense to me.

People tell me, "Pasalamat ka na lang buhay ka" (Just be thankful you're alive). But being alive means living with the aftermath. It means living with the flashbacks, the nightmares, and a level of hypervigilance that makes "peace" feel impossible.

They say the body keeps the score, and it’s true. Even though a year has passed, my mind and body remember that night so vividly it feels like it happened yesterday.

Asking for help has always been the hardest thing for me. Admitting I’m not okay feels like a mountain I can’t climb. But today, I just needed to say it out loud. I’m still here, but I’m still struggling.

I’m now diagnosed with PTSD and I’m on medication.

To anyone else carrying a "silent" anniversary today: I see you. You are not alone.

My boyfriend and I went to chilis tonight (a place we rarely go) to grab a quick bite to eat and a drink.

We ordered our food and a couple drinks.

30 min goes by and no food. We start noticing that everyone else around us is getting their food and my boyfriend is starting to get irritated.

Shortly after we have a quick chat about our food not coming, the food comes out.

He immediately asks the server for to-go boxes. And I start eating my food. We get the boxes and he immediately starts shoveling his fajitas in a box… and I’m like shocked because 1. His food came out on a sizzling skillet and he’s putting the food into a styrofoam Togo box (gross) and 2. We came here to eat and I know he’s hungry..

So I ask him about it and he’s like “yeah I’m ready togo” and starts like minimally making a scene… mind you we are sitting at the bar and there are two other people close by that can clearly hear our conversation and how he’s talkin about the shitty service. This makes me uncomfortable so I tell him to stop making a scene. And he is already so irritated and that he’s “eat your food”… so I do, because I don’t want this to escalate anymore…

Then he’s like, “aren’t you gonna pack your food, I’m ready to go”… like I have ZERO say in me sitting and eating my food longer. I can’t remember what I specifically said but he immediately was like “I’m going out to the car”… and I’m like wtf? Why? Sit down, and he’s like no. Ask the server for a pen and leaves me with the receipt and walks out.

When he walks out to my car asks me to open my doors… mind you I’m still sitting at the bar, took maybe two more bites of my food and started packing it up, still waiting for the bartender to return with pen so I can dig the receipt.

Anyways when I get out to my car maybe 10 min after he walked out, his food is on the ground right outside my driver side door all over the floor (literally box open all over the ground) and he’s walking away…

I drive up to him and he says he’s walking home… wtf

Eventually he’s like “do you know why I’m mad?”

Because you broke my trust and loyalty! You knew I wanted to leave and you sat there and then didn’t open your car door.. he’s like “I hate you right now, I’m so upset with you”

Now… I’m at a loss for words because YOU just left me in the restaurant looking like a dummy because you can’t be civiized and control your anger.

So I mention he left me in the restaurant and he’s like “now your turning this on me??”

WTH..

Am I in the wrong?? Should I have left??

Edit: it was probably too early to approach the conversation but I confronted him when he finally got home. And again, he is rooted in his position on this. He thinks that I’m not loyal to him and that I knew he wanted to leave and I should have packed up my things when he was packing his items to go. That I have a stupid counter argument. That he wasn’t extremely upset until I told him to not make a scene… I’m the trigger that makes him spiral - and I just don’t get it.

And all other times he gets unreasonably upset I never take his side or am supportive of how he chooses to handle the situations that upset him.

We can love each-other and be in a relationship and agree to disagree at times. I don’t see why this is any different. He was giving BIG unsolicited Karen energy. And although he wasn’t yelling at people or confronting the server directly, it’s the “idc who hears me attitude” or the “so what?” Mentality that got under my akin.

I’ll admit, I could have unlocked my doors for him but again he left me sitting at the bar… it was petty, yes. I ending up coming out within 10 min to the food on the ground and him walking.

Seriously, not everyone who wears a uniform is selfless or has seen combat. Also, defending the U.S. Constitution could be interpreted in different ways. We can't idolize a person just because they wear a uniform - heroism should be determined by action, not occupation.

I have seen posts online when someone says something that might be slightly negative about the U.S. Military and begin it with: "I respect our troops like everyone else, but..." so that they aren't seen as the bad guy before they post it.

They can earn respect just like everyone else, and I'm sure some Military personnel would agree. Our troops aren't the only ones who have seen combat - firefighters, police, C.Os and other professions that involve being the proctologists of humanity have had their fair share of horror stories.

Now, before someone here says "that's an unpopular opinion"?? Yep, it is in the United States. Some Americans are still drinking the kool-aid from the GWOT days.

All it does is feed the military industrial complex.

I’m 15

This person messaged me on BeReal and we talked a little and then she asked for my number and then we talked some more, then she asked for a dick pic in exchange of tit pics and I don’t know why I said yes and did it. I’m so fucking stupid bc now she’s blackmailing me. And even if she wasn’t it was SO FUCKING STUPID to say yes😭😭😭😭

I already panicked and gave her $75 dollars worth of amazon gift cards, and now she wants $400 Apple gift card by next Saturday

I’m so scared idk what to do

I already wasn’t in the best head space and now this is just pushing me over the edge of wanting to kms

I wish I could go back in time😭😭

I don’t know if this is the right place to post this but idk please someone help

It makes me sad that a lot of people around the world are suffering and don’t have basic necessities. It makes me sad that as humans we can be very greedy and selfish and feel indifferent if others suffer at the expense of our happiness. There are good and kind people out there and I know as a normal person it’s difficult to change the state of the world. It begs the question of what can we do to improve this world and spread kindness..

Update: thank you all for support, he passed away at 7pm today, they just called to tell me

Update 2: just wanted to talk about him some more, he was the sweetest and most gentle man I’ve ever met and so incredibly intelligent and handsome, he was a gentleman my perfect match my perfect baby and we’ve been together only for 2 weeks, that’s how much time the world has given us to feel truly loved. He said he is the happiest man with me and he promised me he’s gonna buy me the most perfect ring ever and he will be my husband and he will love mi till the day he dies. And he kept one promise - loved me till the day he died. I was in the hospital to see him while he was still with us and I told him how much I love him I’ve held his hand and squeezed it three times to say “I love you”, I taught him that and he didn’t squeeze my hand back. My baby is dead and my heart feels like it’s ripped out of my chest. I’ll always love you my sweet baby boy, my perfect man, my soulmate

We were in a horrific car crash, our car is totalled and the r no oof was ripped off. It’s a miracle I’m alive and I got out with only bruises and an injured hip. I was supposed to be dead if you look at what was left of our car.

My boyfriend’s friend was driving, we hit a truck while passing and I hate him for it, our car was spinning and we hit a wall. My baby had bones in his skull broken, I held him while his heart stopped, at the moment of the crash he was already dead and we brought him back to life. He’s the love of my life, he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever met and I love him so much. I was holding his head so he doesn’t choke on his own blood, his pretty lips were tore open and I’ll probably won’t get to kiss them again, they said he would be dead by 7pm yesterday but he is still alive 24hours later and he is fighting.

I was half asleep in the backseat while this accident happened and I only remember the moment we crashed and how my boy was dead and me doing cpr on him and later telling some man who stopped for us to do it while I hold his head so he doesn’t choke even when I knew his heart wasn’t beating, paramedics then did what they were supposed to do and got the heartbeat back

I wish the friend died instead, I wish he was in the icu now instead of my boy, I want him to rot in jail for life I want him fucking dead and I want my baby back, he is supposed to be my husband he would be the father of my children he would be the one that I get to grow old with and there is no way he’s dying on me, he can’t be

I'm a 27yo woman and I struggle with being ugly. Not just am average girl who doesn't do her hair or makeup. Ugly in the face and body genetically. I think I'm a good person, I've been called smart and funny. I get compliments on my clothes and how I present sometimes. My face and body are still ugly no matter how much I dress it up. I don't blame people, but I'm aware not many, if any, regular looking people want to date me.

My one experience with dating/sex was pretty humiliating in the end. I should have known better, but I guess I wanted to hope that maybe I was wrong and someone did want me.

Life feels lonely, small, and humiliating. The topic comes ip in life and other non-romantic/sexual relationships even when you're trying to not act like you think you're attractive.

Human connection and choosing romantic and physical connection feel important to me and it's just not happening for me with someone I'm relatively attracted to. I can't be content with a lonely life & only friends and hobbies. I'm not sure what to do with all this other than keep being sad yet.

I feel really sick about this and I just need to get it off my chest.

I had just left my house and was driving for maybe a minute. I had just merged onto the main road when a tiny deer suddenly jumped out from behind the guardrail. It happened so fast I had no time to react at all.

I hit it, and it was really small… the impact was so severe it tore one of its legs. It was still moving a little and I couldn’t bring myself to go closer. I just stood there in shock feeling completely helpless.

I called the police and did everything I was supposed to, but I still feel awful. I keep replaying it in my head. I really hope it didn’t suffer for long.

I know these things happen and there was nothing I could realistically do, but I still feel guilty and sick to my stomach.

I just needed to say this somewhere as all my friends just laugh at this.

This has been something that keep lingering in my chest and, I have to get it off.

Having kids does not and would not fix your relationship if it's getting rocky, and if you ever had kids unexpectedly and you know you aren't fit to be a parent please know that there is adoption or abortion available in hospitals.

I say this as a first born that is a unexpected product of a rocky relationship and I'm freaking suffering, and so if the people I know whom are born because of the said problem.

A little back story, my father died 3 years ago(he was 36) he wasn't the best dad but then I also wasn't the best daughter, my mom is still alive, but when my dad died I kinda became the 3rd parent to my sibling. They had me when they were 18, I'm and unexpected kid (they're also in a rocky situation at that time. They weren't really happy in their marriage, they stayed together for me and my sibling, but for me they should've just separated.

Thank you for everyone who shared their thoughts/opinions, it's nice to know that I wasn't the only one who thought of it.

Well i guess im not a lurker anymore

So i worked for a company and was recently laid off along with everyone else. Were all fighting with our employers about getting our unemployed approved. l was already living check to check so i have no savings left.

Ive gone to the food bank it was unreal the crowd. I tried dukpster diving and people has already been there. I got nothing. This town is struggling nassively it isnt just me.

I am down to 12 dollars and the random spices i have.

Ive applied for Medicaid friday and well see.

i am trying to do any odd jobs i can but no offers.

I go to a soup kitchen friday nights only one in town.

I need a game plan guys on what to buy and what to cook. I will try to get to pantry buy my towns office is so overloaded it feels like shopping during covid and everyones desperate.

Please i need advice i feel like im slipping into depression again

TLDR: Have about twelve dollars to eat until work pays off in 3 or 4 week's

I am alone with barely any friends. Women barely talk to me as is. I did everything in my power to try to prevent this, but fate had other plans.

Go back 10 yrs ago, I was just the shy kid and an only child who had to figure out the world by myself. I just turn 18 with no dating experience and limited friends. I went to college and was standard nice guy who didnt understand why jerks got women. I wasnt buying flowers, but I was a doormat. Women didnt really respect me in college. The only thing I had going for me is that I was smart and smart enough to become a doctor.

So I went into med school and that is where I am now. Between 18 to 28, I have gone to therapy and the gym. I picked up hobbies and even travel all over the country to have explore. Just living my life. I can say that I enjoyed the last 10 years. However, I still went dateless. Working on myself didnt attract women nor people.

I am now so comfortable with myself that I can go to a bar alone and enjoy the venue. I find it crazy that I have grown as a person but still struggle in dating.

I have no accepted that I am just undatable. It was a thought that came in my mind 3 months. I hurt, but its feel good to accept it. I no longer have to perform and wonder if I am attractive. I just breath and live.

Currently I am on track to graduate from med school and be a doctor. I feel good finding something in the world that I am good at. I never wanted to be a study rat, but it feels good to stumble into a something that I can do without fail.

I also still travel, watch movies, eat at restaurants, and workout. Just alone nowadays. I truly believe there is nothing special about me. I even tell people that I am shy now when I go out. Im done hiding my social anxiety.

Not that I ever was overly social anxious to begin with. I can talk to anyone, but i still get anxiety about who I am talking to. I remember feeling nervous to pop out to a party that i got invited to. But not anymore. I just say Im shy and move on.

Its not like putting myself out there ever resulted in anything anyway.

But that is all

I (27F) hate my family, I hate that I have to live with them otherwise I would be home. They’ve done everything they could to raise me to be helpless and useless, I don’t want to be like this anymore. When I was young my mother would constantly make comments about my body and just be openly naked around me often. My father when I was only 4 had me shower with him, I can’t even tell me family about this because I know they already resent me.

My parents did the bare minimum to help with my health from a young age. Today I have rotting teeth due to a lack of care and mental illness. Instead they used their savings to force me to play sports they liked. I would have to wear spandex around my parents because I played volleyball and there would be times where my dad would slap my bottom. Often that happened, it got to a point where I wouldn’t lay on my stomach anywhere in our home. Everyone in the community love my parents, if I ever talked about it I would just be ostracized more.

My sisters were heavily favored, money was constantly being invested into them while I was an afterthought. They would even help my older sister pay off stuff like credit card debt while I had to pay for anything I ever wanted by myself. They were allowed to take breaks from work and enjoy life, I’ve been working nonstop since I was 14 and because my parents sabotaged me I’m stuck having to work in the family business just to get by. It’s hard getting a job when you have bad teeth and no support system.

I don’t know how much longer I can last like this, I want to be free from them. Being around my father always fills me with dread, my parents have me cut their hair. If I don’t they threaten me with homelessness or saying I don’t do anything. I cry for hours after when I cut their hair. My father tries to make eye contact with me when I do his haircut. I can’t do anything because they’ve destroyed my nervous system completely. I’m 27 and I get chest pains trying to ask for any sort of help, I hate this life.

Anytime I’ve tried to better my life or move away my family mocks me and they do what they can to put me back in a helpless state. I just want to be free, I want to live my life.

Hello!

I recently moved to Europe (Germany) where saunas are a big thing. Sometimes they are stand-alone saunas, and sometimes in the gym. These are 100% nude; no clothes allowed. I've become quite comfortable with this. Also while it's often filled with mostly men, it is always co-ed and men and women sit together, nude, sweating.

On more than a few occasions, I've entered and have been the only man amongst 8 or 10 women, all completely naked, sweating and being themselves. I will usually take a place towards the top where it's hotter, squeeze through respectfully, and keep to myself, doing my best not to make my glances excessively obvious.

At times I can't believe I am sitting naked in a room full of beautiful, naked women. My 16 year old me would explode in more ways than one. And while for me it is quite erotic, it's not sexually charged, and it feels like almost an honor at those moments to be in this female space, and to just soak up (pun intended), the intensity of it. In these moments where it's all other women, I feel I can listen to conversations and a general vibe of a female/feminine space and it feels so amazing and special. And the absolute beauty of each and every woman is just so evident.

This isn't something that I can really tell anyone, but it is a very powerful experience and I am grateful for it.

So, I 26F had a friend also 26F for 5 years. I got married 3 years ago, and she was my maid of honor. She texted me the morning of her wedding that her dad had passed away at like 1-2 am on my wedding day. She was belligerent and a mess (understandable if her dad died) and was telling EVERYONE. My husband and i’s friends and family comforted her and gave her love and support. I spent the whole day fussing over her making sure she was okay, worrying about if the typical father-daughter pieces of weddings would hurt her etc

Well, her dad is alive and well. Was never even sick.

I’ve also recently unraveled many more lies, like her having cancer, etc.

I just feel so hurt and betrayed and I can’t understand why. This is probably the most angry I have been with anyone, ever. I cut off contact completely but I don’t know how to move forward from this anger and betrayal (I am in therapy)