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My Email:
Wed, Aug 19, 2020, 1:10 PM
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My tire has low air pressure AGAIN. The guy who is driving and working on my car is sleazy, sweaty, and wearing disgusting clothes. I'll be driving the car immediately after he worked on it. Can I get HIV from sweat and grime?
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Dr. Garrett's Reply:
Wed, Aug 19, 2020, 3:26 PM
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No you can't get HIV that way.
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My Email:
Thu, Aug 20, 2020, 6:54 PM
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Want to quell my OCD? My headphones touched the arm rest of the seat on the train, then I put them in my ear, they're still in my ear. Is that a reason to worry? I'm mostly concerned with HIV.
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My Email:
Thu, Aug 20, 2020, 7:49 PM
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I have a sharp pain inside my right pointer finger, fingerprint area. I'm worried did something stick me, like a hypodermic needle? Do I now have HIV? I must remind myself, it's OCD, and an overwhelming panic attack that my life is changed forever, and I'll have no friends.
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My Email:
Thu, Aug 20, 2020, 7:52 PM
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The more I think about why I have a pain in my fingerprint area on my right pointer finger, I was eating muscles at a French restaurant today. It's probably a result of opening them up with my hands. That's a harmless and happy reason why. I must not catastrophize the worst.
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HIV - Hot Dog Bun
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My Email:
Sun, Aug 23, 2020, 7:54 PM
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I'm actually doing much better with the HIV OCD catastrophizing. I tell myself: there I go again. It's the same OCD panic attack again, and again, and again - just different scenarios. Catch it, check it, change it. HIV is a fragile virus.
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But today I succumbed to the OCD, I've got a question:
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I just came back from a long walk around the neighborhood. Let's say hypothetically speaking I stepped on something that contained HIV. My mom gave me my dinner as I was taking my shoes off. As I lifted the shoes, the bottoms came really close to my hot dog bun. Foolishly, I still ate it because I was hungry.
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My question: say HIV was on the bottom of my shoe, say it touched the bun, then I ate it. Can I get HIV that way?
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There I go again. It's gross but it's OCD.
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Dr. Garrett's Reply:
Mon, Aug 24, 2020, 5:36 AM
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I am glad to hear you are doing better with the contamination fears. They can be a torment. Keep up the "There I go again" reframing.
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My Email:
Mon, Aug 24, 2020, 5:26 PM
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It's that time again for contamination fear of the day. It's almost comical if the thoughts weren't so tormenting.
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At Starbucks, the Barista's hands were wet as she was making my Nitro Cold Brew coffee. Some of the water got into my beverage. It was gross.
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Just moments ago, I was ripping open a cardboard Amazon delivery box and gave myself a paper cut.
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Can I get HIV either of these ways? THERE I GO AGAIN! I must recognize it's the same broken record again, and again, and again. It's unpleasant but the likelihood of getting HIV like this is slim to none. I'm trying to fight it off and let it go. Interestingly enough, once I move on to a new contaminate I forget about yesterdays (the previous ones).
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Dr. Garrett's Reply:
Mon, Aug 24, 2020, 9:27 PM
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Good observation that you forget yesterday's fear and replace it with a new carbon copy. More proof that it is a broken record. Keep up the "There I go again1"
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HIV Madness
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My Email:
Fri, Sep 11, 2020, 11:54 AM
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I went to Quest Lab to do bloodwork because I'm catastrophizing about HIV - which is ridiculous, to begin with.
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She drew blood from my arm. Then when I got home, I took off my shoes, touched the bottoms, washed my hands, dried them on a towel. The towel was wet now.
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So I took a shower. After the shower, I tried cleaning the open cut. I wiped it from the wet towel spot. How ironic would it be if I put HIV into the cut, trying to protect myself from HIV?
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I know this is madness.
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Dr. Garrett's Reply:
Fri, Sep 11, 2020, 12:59 PM
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It is madness.

I just moved to England from the US and drove for the first time on the left side of the road/sitting on the right side of the car. I consider myself to be a pretty good/safe driver in the US and thought I'd adapt easily but my first little 10 minute drive to the local grocery store wasn't exactly a confidence booster. I'm not forgetting to stay left or anything like that but I just seem to be having a hard time judging my distance and consequently hit the left curb twice in 10 minutes, once from hugging the left a little too tightly and once coming out of a roundabout. I was feeling so crummy I had my husband drive home. :(
Everyone (my husband included) makes the change look and sound so easy so I really thought I'd take to it right away and now I'm feeling super anxious about getting behind the wheel again. Don't even talk to me about parking LOL.
I can't tell if I'm hugging the left because I'm nervous about being too close to the middle and fear of hitting a car on the right side or if I'm not turning sharply enough because we have a 2005 pretty banged up rental car and the turning radius/smoothness is nothing like what my 2017 car was in the US.
This should've been a relatively easy drive and I will be facing much more narrow roads and multiple lane roads in the future than what I just drove. Also having a baby in two months and just feeling super anxious. I know I just need time and practice but any advice you all have for adapting more quickly/not being such a curb hitter?

Hello everyone. I am(27F) working in IT industry in a well known international company and was looking for a job in Europe for a long time now. Recently I have got offer from a company, but then I talked with my manager about the offer and she said it’s possible for me to change my position within the company to another country and she said she will support it. So I rejected the other one, I wasn’t feeling it anyway.
Then out of blue an opportunity came up, and someone(from European country) left the position who works in the same project as me. Now I am in the process of that position in that European country at my current company. By process I mean I only applied for it. But the chances are really high, because I have already been working with the manager for a year now, who is the manager of the open position. And if I got the job, I will be doing the same tasks as I do now in the same project. So kinda only the location will change. Some of the inputs:
-we are already having bi-weekly meetings with the manager, since I am supporting the project that his team is responsible, but he is not my direct manager or anything -he openly talks about the process and lets me know about the updates, when the interviews will start etc. -I know everyone in the team where the open position is, I join the team events -here I work with a toxic colleague(kinda) in the project and it’s not gonna change for at least 2 years.
Pros: + I know the people, they are okay + I will be doing the same tasks + it might look better in cv for continuity + comfort zone + almost always home office + city is okay + well known company
Cons: - Toxic project manager - not gonna be like a fresh start, idk - company is a little traditional
And meanwhile I was also applying for other positions. And one of the companies, which is a well known company, sent me an interview. It’s an IT job but not in the IT department. And it went really well. After a while they sent me the second interview but they want to do it in person, so they will be buying the flight tickets and making the hotel reservations etc. But the thing is I didn’t mention that I am in the process of another position in my current company. Okay, they asked, and I kinda lied. Because I thought it might affect the interview in a bad way. I am sorry, I feel bad. Anyway. Now I am not sure if I should go to this interview. Because it’s gonna make it really hard in case I decide to reject it, because of all the expenses they are gonna make.
Pros of this job: + well known company + fresh team + I got the good vibes from people in interview + challenging, hence self-development (or mental breakdown lol)
Cons: - the city is really really small - I will be working kinda alone, there will be no one to support me with my technical questions if I stuck somewhere, and it kinda scares the hell out of me, I have a really low self confidence - they want me to go to the office almost everyday for at least 4-5 months to learn things, but normally they work 2-3 days from home in a week
So neither of them is certain. But if they offered me the position the conditions will probably be the same, because they both are in the same union. But I don’t care about the money much. My mental health is more important. So given these inputs the first question is should I go to the interview? Second question which one sounds better? Here I am asking for advice from strangers, because I unfortunately have no one around to advise me, so I would appreciate any comment. Thank you and have a nice day.

Hi All,
Thanks in advance for the assistance. My wife and I have been in a bad spot for quite some time now. Last night she stayed out late with out telling me. I also do the laundry for the family, so this morning I was doing laundry and her tan underwear was on top. The underwear was stained and hard around the clitoral area all the way down to where the vaginal opening is. I know my wife has had day to day discharge, but does the clitoral location making things suspect?

I finally just got a ps4. My laptop cant run Fallout, so PS4 is my main option.
One of my favorite things is in depth character creators. All I want is to play an absolute horrendous monster, so that when a cutscene happens, there's a big shock of the monster I created.
Now, to make this better, I realized, is if I could make my companions into horrible monsters. So are there any mods that let you customize your companions look?
Bonus question, any mods for ps4 that let you better customize body types? I realize my dream of playing a Mike Wazowski shaped character in a game like Fallout or Cyberpunk is near unachievable. But are there any PS4 mods that would allow me to customize the body more than the triangle slider? As those body types are boring and lacking in my opinion.

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At the Beginning
Adventure Arc - Arc 2
Wilderness Arc - Arc 3
Academy Arc - Arc 4
Previously on Leveling up the World…
 
PERSONAL AWAKENING
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Orange clouds floated on a purple sky. There had been a time when Dallion would have found such a sight breathtaking, or at the very least remarkable. Now, it was just another day in his realm. Sitting at the top of Onda’s tower, Dallion stared into the distance.
“Hey, old man!” the teen nymph shouted. “You’re messing up the look!”
If there was one person whose arrogance had grown along with Dallion’s it was Onda. The hammer guardian had always seen himself as a genius and, thanks to the Moonstone in the realm, his opinion of himself had grown even further.
“You’ve no idea how much time and skill it took to get it right!”
Funny. Up to today, Dallion hadn’t minded the attitude. In fact, he hadn’t even noticed it.
“I need some assistance,” he said, glancing down.
At the comment, the guardian froze. There was a spark of emotions within him that was quickly subdued.
“She said not to encourage you,” Onda whispered.
“Harp?” Dallion split into a few instances and looked around. “I won’t be doing anything reckless,” he said with a sigh. “It’s forging related.”
“Forging?” The guardian didn’t sound convinced.
“A while back, you said that there are more complicated things than crafting metals. I want to learn magic crafting.”
“Magic crafting?” Onda shivered slightly while saying the magic word.
“Whatever the proper term is. I know you can do it, so—”
“Can’t.” The guardian quickly interrupted. “She said no magic.”
“Seriously?” Dallion grumbled. “Harp!” he shouted in the direction of the harpsisword’s tower.
Other than a few waves, there was no reaction. Harp was determined not to meddle in his development, and that included not helping him with anything magic related, at least for the time being. After what had happened in Lanitol, Dallion would have thought that he’d be given a pass for reasonable requests. Apparently, that wasn’t the case.
In all honesty, his request wasn’t exactly safe or random. The thought of challenging the archduke’s son had made him remember the duel they’d had back in Nerosal, including the origami weapons the noble had used. Creating such a weapon would be very beneficial in more ways than one. For one thing, Dallion was considering upgrading Lux’s home. Having the firebird follow him about like a bladebow with kaleidervisto sights was starting to get bothersome.
“What about enchanting?” Dallion asked. “I’ve already done that many times.”
The nymph shook his head.
“That was temporary.”
Maintaining his calm exterior, Dallion waited for a short while longer, then left his realm. The first thing he felt was a wave of air hitting him in the face. Moments later, his senses returned to normal.
Normally, entering a realm while flying wasn’t the best of ideas, but it didn’t count while on a cloud fort. Initially, Dallion had wanted to avoid the fuss, but when the squad of furies within the cloud had offered to take them, the choice was made for him.
Aware of their emotions, he knew that the offer was extended mostly because of Diroh. While guard furies assisted mages, they rarely went out of their way to catch up to one mid flight. The rumors of her being royalty must have spread.
“You can rest a bit,” the fury told Dallion. He was a seasoned veteran who didn’t have time for all the rank bullshit. “We won’t reach the Academy till tomorrow.”
One additional day. If Dallion had continued flying on his own, he’d have been there by now.
“Any news?” he asked, suppressing a yawn.
“Where do I start? The Azures are gathering armies in the northeast. Mages too. I’m expecting a major clash in a month at most. The new archduke is also positioning her forces. Now that she’s been given the new spot, she can’t afford to mess up.”
It was tempting to crack a smile. It would be nice if Priscord got humiliated in the upcoming battle, but that was unlikely to happen. The emperor had picked her for the position, which meant that he’d back her up with some of his legions. Losing two archdukes in the same area wasn’t something that would look good.
“Lots of crimsons are also there,” the fury continued. “At least we get to enjoy the skies here for a while.”
Dallion nodded. He, too, was going to join them.
“A bunch of rogues formed a new enclave in the west. It’s out of the empire, so no one’s bothering for now. I told some of your lot that it’s a mistake. No one listened.”
“Someone will take care of them.”
The west, at least, was deprived of any presence. Only the Order was slowly spreading in that direction. No wonder the last Star had made his stronghold there.
“There’s been a few skirmishes in the southeast, but nothing major. The Alliance is keeping the Azures in check. Only minor kingdoms are poking about, trying to get themselves noticed by one of the powers.”
“Yes, everyone’s choosing sides.”
That was true and things were only going to get tougher. Settlements, cities, even small countries were quick to ally themselves to one of the three powers. Even before the war began, several of the minor players had made their intentions known. Most had allied to the empire. Now that its position was shaky, they were looking at the other options. It didn’t end with whole settlements either. Guilds and trade organizations had been moving about, going further to the heart of the empire or out of it. Even hunter dens weren’t immune.
Before leaving Lanitol, Dallion had flown by the structure out of a feeling of nostalgia. What he found was an empty lot. He had expected some of the hunters to have gone—there were many dwarves among them. Yet, the building was missing as well. A more optimistic person might have assumed that the hunters had found a way to take their den as they left the city. In reality, it had likely been absorbed by the overseer. Neutrality was a dangerous notion, especially if those proclaiming to be neutral were strong.
“Over a dozen ghost towns have formed on the border,” the fury said. “If they remain too long without a master, the wilderness will take them.”
“That’s how it usually works.”
The fury glanced at Dallion sideways, but didn’t add anything more. It was obvious he wanted to know more about the fury, just as it was obvious that Dallion had no intention of sharing. The moment of calm had given him a while to relax, and now that adrenalin had loosened its grip, less immediate concerns had resurfaced.
Prophecies, he said to himself. So far, he had heard two. The first had come from a nymph sheet acquired years ago. The dwarf hunter who had found it swore that an otherworlder would bring to the end to the world, or at the very least a substantial change. When combined with what Cleric had shared, the worst might have come to pass. It was Dallion who had made it possible for Adzorg to construct his device. If he found the final pieces, he might pop the barrier between worlds like a soap bubble, letting void creatures pour into reality unimpeded.
If there was nothing you could do, the Order wouldn’t have sent you, Gen said from Dallion’s realm. There’s no point in perfect prophecies.
There is if all you need to do is hide, Dallion replied mentally.
If you’re hiding, you’re not doing it very well.
Dallion smiled. His echo had a suitable sense of humor, even if it didn’t help particularly right now.
“What about vortex gleams?” Dallion asked.
“Vortex gleams,” the fury repeated. “There’s talk of a few out east. The crimsons will know more. They don’t tell the rest of us much.”
“Right.” Dallion leaned back in the sea iron mesh that served as a chair. “Wake me up when we get to the Academy. Don’t stop for anything until we get there, not even assists.”
“You’re the mage.”
If the flight was eventful, Dallion never got to learn about it. Over a day, he spent the time sleeping. To a large part, that was to diminish the fatigue that had stacked up in the last six months. More importantly, though, he was hoping to have a Moon dream. With the curse, he hadn’t been getting anything that might help. This time was no different, although it didn’t bring nightmares either. All it brought was a whole lot of blankness: Dallion closed his eyes one moment, then when he opened them again, he was a few hundred feet from the battle mage building. According to the armadil shield, they had been there for hours, but no one had dared wake him up.
How nice of them, Dallion thought and sat up.
The fury on guard was new—far younger than the previous one, tasked with keeping the cloud stable. Everyone else, Diroh included, was gone.
“Where’s everyone?” Dallion cracked his back. Sleeping on war clouds wasn’t as comfortable as people assumed it would be.
“Your novice was escorted into the building, battle apprentice,” the fury replied, using Dallion’s standard title. “All your things were moved to your room as well.”
“And the furies?”
“They were sent out on another cloud. Katka ordered that we leave you to sleep undisturbed, so—”
“I get the picture.”
Dallion cast a spell, rising up from the cloud. Without a word of thanks, he floated straight to Katka’s room on the upper floor of the building, then went inside. The magic symbols on the walls glowed brighter as he passed. Recognizing him as belonging here, they remained in their present state.
The moment he flew in, the room widened, increasing tenfold in size. This wasn’t normal. Katka wasn’t a fan of modifications, preferring to keep things as they were. Ironically, that made many of the Academy mages see her as a snob. In their eyes, illusions weren’t good enough for her, since she resorted to getting the actual physical thing and bringing it here.
The current modification spell had turned the room into a modern Earth corporate office. There was lots of space, full of desks, cheap plants, water coolers and a glass walled meeting room at the far side. Looking closely, Dallion saw four figures gathered there.
Just great, he thought.
The archmage was present along with Katka. The other two were silhouettes made of cloud matter and water, respectively. That meant that the entire Shimmering Circle had gathered to discuss something. Since Dallion had joined, there had been only one similar meeting. Back then, the “woman” Dallion had seen in Gassil’s memory fragment had also been there, even if no one had formally introduced her to him. There were a few more instances in which she had taken shape to discuss something with Katka. As for the last member, he remained completely unknown. Dallion was aware of his existence, but nothing more.
“Dal,” the archmage’s voice echoed throughout the room, as if he were using loudspeakers. “Join us.”
Taking a deep breath, Dallion made his way to the door of the meeting room and went inside. The conference table was large enough to hold eight people. The seat next to Katka was left free, indicating he was supposed to take it.
“This must be important.” Dallion said, using his magic vision in an attempt to see the people behind the constructs. He was able to see the magic threads connecting the forms to invisible portals, but not what lay beyond. “First time I see everyone gathered.”
The sharp look the archmage gave him quickly told Dallion to tone down the humor.
“We heard what happened down south,” the man said. “What are your dealings with the Order?”
“You know I can’t tell you that,” Dallion said calmly. “Moon vows and all that.”
“Convenient.”
“What I can say is that the Azures tried to take out the archduke.” There was a moment’s pause. “And myself.”
“You were targeted?” Katka asked, more surprised than intrigued.
“I guess Grym is still mad at me for last time. They managed to put echoes in a lot of the people at the banquet. Most of them were normies, but there were a few awakened… as well as the local mage.”
“We know,” the archmage said. “Would have been nice to bring one of them alive for questioning.”
“Wasn’t my fault. The archduke absorbed all the evidence. I did manage to get the mage’s robe, though. If there’s anything to be learned, I’ll find it.”
“Such a marvelous ability,” the cloud woman said. “Sometimes you make me envious.”
“That’s not why I called for this,” the archmage hissed. “A messenger arrived from the emperor himself. The vortex gleam that was spotted not too long ago wasn’t the only one. As it turns out, it’s only a drop in the bucket. There have been twenty-seven confirmed sightings, but unlike the last one, the levels are much higher.”
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So this is gonna be a long one and I will try not to give out too much details. I (M 24) talking to 2 girls. Let's call the first one X and the second Y.
X is a somewhat a toxic person but I loved her deeply I used to cry when she said something bad to me, that's how much I loved her and she always ignores me while talking to other ppl, strangers but she says she loves me and I do love her... The thing is she's severely depressed and suicidal and whenever I tell her something she doesn't like, she threatens that she'll harm herself because of me. She knows that this hurts me when she hurts herself so she does it hurting us both. She makes me feel like shit all the time, not a single time I talked to her and came out happy. She doesn't pay attention to whatever I say, she doesn't listen to my advice, she doesn't trust me with majority of things despite being there for her every fucking day. I don't want to talk about her anymore. That's enough. At a point in time I was ready to die for her but I don't think she deserves shit now. She used me and is abusing my kindness towards her.
Now there comes girl Y... I met her a while after girl X. Y is depressed too and has suicidal thoughts but she's an angel. She's my angel. My lovely angel. I would die for her, she treats me very well she cares about me, she listens to me, she makes me happy everytime I talk to her, she elevates me to the fuckin skies, I earned her trust and she has opened up to me which makes me so happy I feel trusted and I feel cared for I feel important and I feel existent with her. She checks on me and she waits for me, she sees my dark side and she accepts it.. She shares with me the little stuff that makes her happy and that makes me happy. I feel happy when she's happy. The strange feeling is... Whenever I think of her I get a hard on lol (I'm not talking about thinking sexual thoughts lol no just thinking of her makes me hard most of the times) what is this called?
Anyway... The thing is I wanted to let go of girl X coz obviously she's a red flag. But how tf am I supposed to do that? There's something that happened to her recently... Something bad and I would be deserting her if I let her go. I won't forgive myself if she hurts herself coz of me, I really do love her and I wished she was a better person to me but now I can't just let go of her because I know she ain't bluffing, SHE WILL HURT HERSELF. Now I'm talking to both but I'm afraid that girl Y is gonna find out especially when I don't keep secrets from her, I don't wanna keep this from her either, I don't want to lose her, idk what to do.

I want to get an STP, but I do not want an stp packer, or an anatomical stp.
I've had a few different STPs recommended for me, that were targeted more towards outdoorsy/camping people, as opposed to ftm trans individuals.
I've come up with the same mental problem for either option, which nobidy seems to be talking/concerned about.

1. If it's not a packer, how do I clean it? How do I carry it? I cant imagine just tossing it in a bag? And you cant wash it at the sink in a public washroom. Do they come with cases at least that you can store them in, and disinfect when you get home?
   
2. If I do end up leaning towards an STP packer... same question about cleaning. At least that solves the storage problem, but... I wouldn't want to keep wearing that all day, without cleaning it after using it. I understand that wiping is enough for actual physical external anatomy. But the inside of an STP feels like it will collect bacteria if its just worn without being cleaned.
   

Am I completely crazy? How am I supposed to keep it clean throughout the day? I dont want to get pee in my bag, OR my pants.
I'm hoping for answers more directed towards non packers, since I want an STP but don't intend to pack, but I'm open to any relevant advice since I'm willing to try packing if it's my only option.
Thanks.

So I have 3 HDDs, all SATA. One Samsung and 2 Seagate. I've got 4 SATA ports and have wired each of them separately. I have my windows on Samsung one, and other 2 are bulk storage. Now for some reason, one of my earlier drive got bad, that had windows, so I threw it out after salvaging whatever data I could. I then installed windows one the Samsung one.
From that day, my computer keeps on nit picking drives and not recognizing other 1 or 2 or all 3 at times. I have tried them all on different ports, even isolation tested them, but no difference. It just keeps doing it over and over again. It is driving me nuts. P.S: I have checked all 3 drives, and they are in mint condition. No errors, or such things.
Now, please help me through this, I have to get my computer working and stores/workshops are closed tonight and tomorrow(Sunday).
Also, if any additional information is required, do contact me.

I had hip dysplasia and had osteoarthritis developing only my right hip. It was bone on bone. I had a torn labrum repaired 3 years ago, but I couldn't handle the pain anymore, so THR was my last choice. Thanks to this subreddit and everyone who has shared their experiences and tips!
I've been using a cane now for over a week. Walking is getting better. Still have a limp but not as severe as it was prior. Quad to knee feels a little tight, so I'm doing some light stretching. I'm walking with a cane 4 to 5k steps a day and staying hydrated. I have some bruises on my knees still visible, which I was told was normal. I'm still icing a lot. Doc hasn't cleared me to drive but told me to practice in a parking lot slowly to make sure I can slam the brakes. I was told to stop wearing orthotics so my pelvis and hip can get used to the new equipment.
I thought I'd also share what's helped me. I followed all protocols to the T. I used a small dollar store basket to hold all my meds, thermometer, electrolytes, instructions, Tylenol, low dose aspirin, chapstick, tissue, hair ties, hand sanitizer, a timer to time myself to walk 5-10 min every hour. I tracked all my medications on my phone. I spent the first week and a half in the living room until bedtime, so this was easily accessible for me. I did carry a small fanny pack to hold my cell phone, and it held my smith and nephew compression device that was connected. I was told to try to drink 120oz of h20, so I've been getting around 100 to 110oz. I got prune juice to help me go to the bathroom and not be so constipated from the narcotics. I had a grabber and a shoe horn. I used my shower chair from my previous surgery. I bought 2 weeks of frozen meals so I wouldn't have to cook. I bought disposable cups, plates, and cutlery to not make too many dishes. I also went to the THR class that my surgeon offered. These tips were thanks to the folks on this sub, and this is what worked for me! I hope these tips help someone in some way , but anyone who has a THR coming up, best of luck and listen to your doctor(s)!

Got my first beardie 1 week ago from PetSmart. She has a 40 gal enclosure, 2 basking lights, a ucb, and a ceramic heating light.
Now onto the problem, she has been staring straight up towards the lights, kind of pushing her beard out and making almost a squeaking noise, and before on of you say "they don't have vocal cords" I know, but she's making this weird ass squeaking sound.
It started the other day when she went to eat a roach, and I guess tried to swallow it whole, ended up spitting half out, but since then hasn't been eating as much as normal, and has been making the noise I described.
Any help is appreciated, reptile vet near me is so expensive it's unreal, they want $150 just to schedule an appointment. I'd rather hold off on taking her unless you guys really really think she needs to go.

I started defending people's names when spoken negatively about, if they aren't from my block they get a "Where you from G?" if their not wearing the colour I represent they get beat. If they say one bad thing about me, they get jumped. If they don't say enough good things about me, they get threatened.
I got in to fights, ended up in the hospital, put others in the hospital, cops were called, my parents were called. I got the "you didn't have to do that for me, but I always got you like you had me" talk. I was called "family" by my friends, they said they'd die for me, that they loved me that they'd do anything for me.
Boom,boom,boom now I'm on the ground knuckles hitting my face, feet kicking my stomach. The people I once defended watched from the sidelines.
"My family"... the ones who "loved me". Their faces... expressionless . They didn't stop it, didn't video it, didn't call the cops or call our other friends.
They just watched. Five on one, watched as I laid there not covering my body from the hits I was getting, laid there as I looked them in the eyes. Begging them to do something, say SOMETHING, but they never did anything.
They're finished. They start caring "Are you alright?", "Want me to call someone?", "Hey I tried doing something but there was so much of them". These words. They broke me more then the physical pain I endured. Gasping for air not able to form any words. Sirens in the distance coming closer and closer. Looking into the blue sky, feeling the sun beam on my face As blood drips out of my body.
Blank.
In the hospital being treated, "Hey do you remember your name?" "What's your date of birth?" Asked if I remembered what happened to me. Scared to out my "friends", scared if I said anything the people who did this would do more damage to me.
My parents rushing in, my youngest sibling on my mother's hips, while my other siblings watched in the corner. Looking at their brothers unrecognisable face. Tears filled my face as I watch them cry, they're confused. They don't understand why someone would want to hurt the person they look up to, they don't understand why someone could be so cruel.
I'm healed, scars all over my face and body
. My mother smiling at me , "I love you" she says, my father holding my hand , "I'm happy youre better"...
Death, sad, aching. Laying my parents to rest, "I love you mother. I'm happy you're in a better place father".
Children running around, my siblings and I eating Christmas dinner, everyone opening their presents. Joy, happy, excitment.
Scared, worried, yes. On my knees for the women I love, please say yes, If not then okay. You will marry me? Thank God
Anxious, paranoid, relieved. Rushing to the hospital, Crying and screaming is all I hear Bags and bags of clothes and diapers New to being a father Guilty of sleepless nights I never regret having you and many more.
Saying farewell to my family, moving away with my wife and children. Big house, cute dog, Nice neighbourhood Good income. Warm, comfortable, peace....
As I grow older.
Memories, doubt, blame. 20 years ago That day... If I reached in my back pocket? Bang, boom, pop.
If I did... My parents farewell. My siblings growth. My nieces and nephews. My Wife... My Children...
Realisation, Satisfaction, Grateful.

I woke up in the morning to the smell of something cooking.
That was definitely off. I stretched out in my bed, “I’m finally going to be done with all that bothersome ‘work’.” I told myself with a smile on my face as I eased myself out of bed and rose to my feet.
A quick burning hot shower, and I was content, all was right with the world again.
I threw on my ‘outside clothes’ and emerged to find the cause of the odorous disturbance in my domicile…Celia was standing at an oven I’d never touched in my entire life.
“G’morning.” She said. She was still in her child sized shape, and dressed in something akin to pajamas… no, they ‘were’ pajamas. Ones covered in little animal patterns.
“Uh… yeah… it is, I guess, considering that I’m awake instead of asleep, I guess it’s fine but…” I yawned and rubbed the back of my head, “Why are you up so early, and what’s with…?” I looked her up and down.
“What’s with what?” She looked over her shoulder at me with a little smug expression on her face.
“This?!” I said and waved my other hand up and down in front of her.
“Oh.” Celia’s expression never wavered.
“Well, I did a little research on Earth after my last visit, not much, but I figured I should know how to dress at least.” She pinched the soft cloth of the yellow pajamas and gave them a little tug, “These really are comfortable, by the way, you were not wrong about humans being good at comfort.”
“And your… tiny self?” I asked, and she chuckled.
“Oh, well you are the one who said I was your niece, after all. So now I suppose I should play the part. Besides, you are a lot older than I am, by what, a few hundred years?” She asked. She spun around with spatula in hand and held it up at her side like a soldier’s sabre and struck a stiff pose. “As my senpai, I think that is the word, I must look to you for guidance and instruction, and rely on you to take care of me while I am unfamiliar with everything…”
She was not sounding like a normal swapper. Then it hit me, she was much younger than I am. Young swappers are often prone to adopting the characteristics of what they imitate, we all are, really, but the younger they are the more true this is.
Another sneaky suspicion struck me, “How long have you been awake for?” I asked.
“About six hours.” She said, “I’ve been binge watching a lot!” A giant grin came over her face. “I was watching this one thing about a boy who lived with two girls, one of whom was his sister and he didn’t know which one… all the shenanigans!”
“Oh.” I dragged my hand down over my face, “Celia, how long do you usually take on the forms of other races for?” I asked.
She tapped the tip of the spatula against her cheek, “Um, I don’t know, a few hours, just long enough to do a job, I don’t do my own scouting, I’m too new for that so… maybe a tenth of this time, why?”
“Oh my… um… can you… do something for me?” I asked.
“Like make breakfast? I’m already on it, aunt Kayobi!” She laughed and spun back around and began stirring something up in whatever pan was on the stovetop over the oven. “I saw this thing where a dragon girl kept making omletts and they were too big, so I decided to try my hand at making them. Thankfully you had some stuff I could sort of improvise… I don’t know much about taste but-” She was rambling, I had to cut her off.
“That’s fine.” I interjected, “But… hasn’t anyone ever told you that you shouldn’t ‘swap’ for this long without going back or at least going to something else?”
“Yes, but it’s no problem, this is a human body after all and humans are super easy. It’ll barely be an inconvenience to shift to anything else. After all, they’re sort of shaped like us, who knows, maybe they’ll evolve into swappers too one day, if that healing factor of theirs keeps improving at least.” Celia said, she didn’t see the concerned expression on my face.
‘This is not good. No, this is definitely not good. She took on the characteristics of a child, a human child, and those are reckless, negligent, have horrible survival instincts, and routinely dismiss danger or problems to an absurd degree. It would be exactly like a human child to neglect the obvious in favor of just doing nothing…plus she’s young so she’s even more vulnerable to these things…’ I had to suppress my groan.
If she couldn’t swap back, she couldn’t go back. Not in the ‘oh no she’ll die’ sense. Not in the ‘she’s violated a law sense and will be harshly punished’ sense either.
No… no. If word of this got back to the others, she would be absolutely disgraced and shamed beyond all reason. It’s not as embarrassing as say, waving back at someone who wasn’t waving at you. It’s a thousand times worst.
It’s more like… if a human lost control of their bowels at their job where friends and family worked. At that point you might as well quit, change your name, and start your life over in a whole new place in the world.
Celia would never be able to look at the rest of her coworkers again without a sense of disgrace… and I know Celia. She’s a nice one, sort of sensitive about even asking for help, kind of insecure, really. She wouldn’t be able to handle it, she’d have to quit.
I sat down at the table. “Celia, I want you to do something for me, and I don’t want you to panic.”
“I know, I know, you want some red peppers added on top of your omlett, don’t worry, I saw you didn’t have any, but I saved some from the pizza last night, they included a couple of packets. I didn’t throw them out, so I’ll just add those real quick to your omlet and…”
I cleared my throat. “No, no, that’s fine.” I said.
“Oh, then here you go.” She said and slid the omlet onto a paper plate and handed it to me along with one of my many plastic forks.
“I want…” I started to say, and she leaned forward, her dark hair tumbled down behind her, she was waiting for me to try her food.
I stopped. I looked down at the dish. It actually smelled really good. I usually cooked bacon in the microwave, it seemed she’d chosen to use the oven, and that paid off. I could smell the bacon inside, and my mouth began to water.
I cut into the yellow goodness and then raised a bite to my mouth, the cheese within stretched into tiny strings and I put the morsel onto my tongue.
Flavor exploded. “This is amazing!” I shouted.
She grinned ear to ear and waited for me to take a second bite. I stopped myself, I set the fork down and set my palms flat on the table. “No, no Kayobi, don’t get distracted.”
“What?” Celia asked, “You said it was good, right?” She asked.
“Yes… and it is. But I need you to do something else… something not food related.” I said, and her mouth closed before she could ask whatever was on her mind.
“Try to swap back to your natural form.” I said.
“But that’s-” She started to object.
“Just do it.” I said.
She shrugged. “Fine.” She breathed out the annoyed sigh of every teenager in the history of humanity.
I waited.
She looked down at her hand. Her feet. She looked at her reflection in the glass window on the wall. She gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw and began to grunt and groan.
“I…what…” Celia’s eyes went very wide, she kept trying.
But she also kept failing.
“I’m… stuck.” She whispered.
“Yup. Looks like.” I said, and she looked at me with an expression of horrified shame as if she’d shat herself in front of me.
I held up a hand to stop the horrified apologies or bawling or whatever.
“Relax, nobody else knows, I won’t tell anyone, and I’ll help you get back to normal.” I promised.
A few minutes later, I knew what tears of relief on a human looked like when she was asking…
“You’re really not going to tell anyone… you’re going to help me get back to normal and never say a thing, you promise?” She asked.
“Yes.” I answered.
“Thank you…” Celia whispered and began to wipe her nose, I shrugged off her thanks and took another bite of the omlet.
“Don’t worry about it but… can I have another one of these before we get to work?” I asked, and a smile slowly came back to her face as she got up to make another.
“Do you know how to fix this?” She asked.
“Nope. But I have a clue.” I said as she opened the fridge to get out more eggs, cheese, and bacon.
“How?” She asked tentatively, looking over her shoulder at me while she rummaged.
“We wing it.” I said, and for good measure, brought wings out of my back in the hopes of making her laugh.
It got a little one, and that was a start, at least.

Hi there,
Throwaway because it's a bit too personal for my other account!
I am a 42f, happily married. I've had a bit of a journey getting here so I'll try to keep it short to get to my questions..
I was born with a hymen that had to be surgically removed before I could have sex. I didn't get that done until I was 25. In the meantime, I avoided intimacy because i was scared of penetration. I met my now husband after that, and it motivated me to address the vaginismus I had as a result of anxiety related to penetration. I also had a lot of difficulty relaxing and being in the moment. I wouldn't let myself relax to even get adequately aroused for intercourse.
Fast forward now: I'm in a headspace where i have accepted that I deserve satisfaction too. I have been enjoying sex more and am aroused and actually wet ahead of intercourse. I have had fleeting moments of intense pleasure in the act that I want to recreate.
In my exploration, I thought maybe having an orgasm would help relax me before penetration. I finally (hurray! This was huge for me) had an orgasm with my husband and when we moved on to penetration, I was so tight it was less enjoyable than before! I do tighten and release my pc muscles leading up to climax, with partner and solo.
So now I'm at a crossroads...do I just get warmed up ahead of penetration to better enjoy it, but not clench my muscles and not orgasm? After the fact if i don't tighten my muscles during foreplay, intercourse, I could in theory orgasm if my partner helped me or if I use a vibrator after we finish.
Is it possible to orgasm through intercourse without tensing my muscles? It felt really good at one point during doggy, a few years ago, but he couldn't last long enough to see it through. Or is it just a thing where it feels good but might not lead to climax?
I'd like to be totally open and enjoy penetration without any discomfort. That's my goal because i like it, the idea of it and rawness of it.
If it just feels amazing, that would be enough. I'd be happy to bring a toy in but the moment I climax I'm done both clitoris and penetration, so it seems like I have to go last?
Any ideas on how to keep working through this?

I live in Japan and when it's going good here it's going great but as I got into adult life and entered work I've encountered more and more discrimination because of my race/country which has led me to currently cutting myself off from all of them and trying to start my own company. I got here as a university student almost a decade ago and the starting years were still rather peaceful in countryside
I won't say the name of my country, but even during the job hunts, jobs when I did get them it was pretty bad with the unaccounted for prejudice and at times complete pure unadulterated hatred target at my the country/people and it obviously affected me directly. And one of the problems here is that Japan despite being such a big economy is pretty darn closed in that it's such an echo chamber, if someone was being bigoted in the English speaking countries perhaps someone from outside would stop them but here because no one really speaks their language apart from other Japanese, it's such an unaccountable unfiltered sort of hate speech where there seems to be no end in sight and they don't think it's a bad thing at all as everyone around supports them
I've recently started to open up to them a bit more after staying alone for some time and "recovering" but I searched for my country's name recently on Yahoo Answers (which is still pretty popular here and used almost like reddit) and again came across just so much slander that it saddened me a lot again. Even in new threads whenever there's my country's name mentioned it's almost like a handful of people instantly raid it and spew all sorts of vile venomous shit to heart's content and support each other on it
Now I know that not everyone is like this and I fitted into the society without such worries for a long time when I was still new here, and it really started to be a problem once I started doing full time jobs, and with the slandeextreme generalization against my country's people it's a bit worrying what to do from here. Especially from my perspective I'm literally living alone here in a foreign land with literally no relative or acquaintance nearby.

When we think of wine, we picture traditional dry, fruity, or oaky varieties amongst Reds, Whites and Rose. Though some, like myself, enjoy all varieties of wine. In order to come to our own individual conclusions, we must understand the differences amongst the vast varieties of wine.
My adventures with wine have taken place over the past 15 years. I was 21 when I first discovered my love of wine. While many a young 21-year-olds desire to prove their adulthood and dive right into binge drinking beer and liquor as a sense of right of passage. I decided to become a wine snob.
What started with the preference of a dry chardonnay turned into appreciation of a full-bodied red pinot noir and finally a thorough appreciation and admiration for rose. Given that my preference had been for a drier variety. My ignorance told me rose must be fruity and therefore simply, not for me. I was introduced to rose later in life by a friend of mine who proved my theories completely wrong about rose. I was therefore introduced to one of the driest and tastiest wines I had ever had, La-Vieille Ferme Rose. Though rose wine comes with aromas of strawberries, cherries, or florals. There is at times a sweetness which can also range to a very dry glass of wine. I love that rose is known for shining due to its light and crisp bright characteristics. Rose can be treated as either white and chilled or much like red and left at room temperature. Rose wine gets its various colors from light to pink from its blend of red and white grapes. On a hot summer day a chilled glass of rose goes great with meats and cheeses.
Were the thoughts of a chilled rose on a hot summer day on a patio with delicious meats and cheeses enough to replace my love of white wine? Not hardly! My admiration for white wine comes from its dry and light-bodied characteristics, with aromas that may include citrus, apples, or pears. The flavor of white wine is refreshing. Compared to Rose, white wine has a much higher acidity level and ranges in color from yellow to a straw like yellow. White wine is ideal with the accompaniment of lighter foods and compliment shellfish, white fish and of course chicken.
Of course, I find myself always returning to reds. Red wines are full-bodied and earthy, with aromas of red and black fruits, plum, spice, tobacco, and leather. Red wines are tannic, with a velvety texture, and notes of black cherry, dark chocolate, and mocha. They are best served at room temperature to allow their complexity to open up. I find that even though I now drink rose and white most of the time. Some of my fondest memories are shared with a glass of red. I can’t think of a better style of wine to order while out to dinner on a date or purchasing to celebrate a special occasion. Since rose and white wine have become my go to most of the time. I now hold a special place for reds. Some of my favorite dishes such as pasta and beef are a perfect match for red wine. Red can accompany a warm evening or a cold winter’s night. Overall, all three types of wine offer something unique and enjoyable.

I ended things with my FWB about 1.5 months ago. I told him I didn’t want to sleep with anyone anymore. I did have feelings for him and told him I liked him a few weeks before that, but he pushed my feelings away. I realize now, I did not have feelings for him, but I cannot have sex with people without getting attached to them.
I have absolutely zero attraction or thoughts about him now. However today, he reached out and asked if he did anything to upset me. I explained that I’ve been focused on myself, not sleeping around, and meeting people more seriously.
He states that I’m the best he’s ever had, and if I ever want to “have sex” or just hangout then he’s open to it. I have no intention of seeing him again, sexually or romantically or even on friendly terms. How do I tell him this without hurting him?
I don’t want to be like “yeah, of course :)” and give him false hope.

I’m private with ADHD360 and have had 3 reviews, all of them lasting around 5 minutes, sometimes less.
She’s lovely, but whenever I ask her questions, she just doesn’t have a clue. She just kind of goes ‘hmm that’s odd isn’t it’ and then moves on, or she’ll just say she doesn’t know. It’s not for a few things, it’s nearly everything I’ve asked. I’m not even bothering now.
I’ve been taking elvanse since day 1 but towards the end of one review, she suggested that I try a different medication, and then referenced I try Elvanse. I was like, what? That’s the medication I’m taking. Apparently she thought I was on concerta and got ‘mixed up’. You’re literally giving me 5 minutes every 3 weeks to discuss the medication you’ve prescribed me - at least come to the call with the right one in mind!
There are lots of small things I’d like to get clarity on, what’s normal, expected, what’s not. I’m still not 100% sure it’s right for me but I don’t feel like I can have that chat with her.
I was really hoping that reviews would provide a lot of assurance and steer me on choosing the right meds. That the clinician would have lots of knowledge and experience to pull from. But all I get are ‘mmmmmm’ and ‘I don’t know’
I want to change clinicians tbh, but I also suck at complaining and feel genuinely bad about hurting her feelings. It’s ridiculous really, I’m paying alot for it and it’s important.
I’d love to hear how other people’s reviews compare? Either with ADHD360 or others?

In 2004 I (m/14) went on vacation to Florida with my Dad. It was sort of a mini family reunion with my grandpas side and we were all staying in the same hotel.
One night I was wandering around the hotel trying to entertain myself since everyone else was already in their rooms. The hotel had a club/bar in the lobby and I kept eyeing it, trying to get the courage to walk in. There was no way they’d let a 14 year old in there so I decided to call it a night and head back up to my room.
I catch the elevator right as the doors are closing and there’s a middle age man already in there. He strikes up a conversation with me and I don’t remember exactly what he said but I remember saying “yeah I’m just bored. I want to go into the bar but I don’t think they’ll let me in.” The man then offers to buy me some alcohol and I agree. I have no idea why I agreed to it because I didn’t even drink at the time.
We head back down to the lobby and as we are walking out of the hotel I’m just thinking to myself “what are you doing? Why are you doing this?”. There was a gas station right across the street so I figured it wouldn’t be too dangerous but the man b-lines away from the gas station and I say “aren’t we going to the gas station?” And he says “nah there’s a liquor store right down the road”.
This practically stopped me dead in my tracks and the alarms in my head started going off and I know I have to get out of this situation. The cell phone I had at the time would play the ringtone if you held the volume button. So I pushed the volume button down and pretend I was getting a phone call from my dad. “Hello?…I’m just walking around the hotel….okay I’ll be up in a second.” The man asks if that was my parents and I said “yeah that was my dad he wants me back up in room.” I got out of there as quick as I could and I still think about what would of happened if I got into that man’s car.

I'm going to keep it vauge because, knowing my luck, someone from my company will be on here.
I've been in my current managerial position now for two years. It's a non-profit, one of the largest in the country and is the second most profitable store by a large margin. In other words, it's absolutely manic. I was head hunted for the position two years ago and brought on to sort out an absolute shambles of a messily run store. Think zero care for rules and regulations, zero incident reports despite the store being an entire health hazard, regular theft and some of the worst, rudest and shoddy customer sales attitudes I've seen in a decade. (And I've had some seriously crappy jobs!)
Anyway, within a year, (with the core teams help) we all managed to get the store to a much better place. I slowly got rid of incompetent staff, let go of volunteers that were stealing and pushed for more staffing to help take the stress off the main core workers. (Who are awesome btw!)
Now as a non profit, each store is designed to be run by volunteers purely. Which, in theory, works if you have a small store that is easy to manage. Not with our store. It's huge, we do deliveries and collections so a lot of heavy lifting and manual labour is involved. Not unusual to hit 24k steps in a single day on the shop floor.
However, I came in after COVID restrictions, which meant we had lost 80% of our volunteer base ( elderly, immuno compromised, etc) as handling second hand items ran a far higher risk of contracting COVID 19. The store was struggling big time, it was five times the size of a normal store. Staff were unhappy, overworked and the previous manager had already left due to mental health reasons. (This is important to remember later!..)
I worked hard. I mean extraordinary hard, to get that store to a much better place. I held volunteer rally's, open days, coffee mornings, and went round local colleges giving talks about volunteering and the circular economy and encouraging work placement positions with us. I found local government grants to hire people on 20hr contracts in exchange for extra social welfare payments. I pushed for monthly and annual reports, budget plans, allowances and made interior improvements and exterior housing repairs that had needed to be done years ago.
I held staff meetings to find out what they wanted or needed (turns out training wasn't something the company offered AT ALL.) Then pushed for, and GOT additional annual training courses, better canteen facilities, even daily tools and equipment! Everything there was broken, tired or a donation.
It paid off, and I'm happy to say that in addition to having a really amazing core team, better working conditions and more qualified team members, the store is up 58% in PURE PROFIT ALONE. I mean, that in itself is pure insanity.
People are actually taking lunch breaks, using thier holidays and sick days and are generally happier. (I hope! ...at least, they could be lying to my face. There's always that fear. 🤦🏼‍♀️)
The only part thats getting worse...well... is me.
I'll admit, I'm not the best on mental health. I take care of all my staff FAR better than I ever take care of myself. (Not feeling well? Then straight home and bed rest, and take lots of fluids. If I'm sick...well then, I'm a piece of trash that deserves to die. lol)
I have a tendancy to go 100 miles an hour and not stop unless I'm dying. Which in fact, almost happened last year when I stupidly attempted to work through a bout of sickness that landed me in hospital for a week.
I love the job, but have realised that even if I give it 110%, it will never be enough. I've had zero support from my regional manager. All my results for additional support were ignored or refused. I'm the only paid member of staff there, so when we started opening back up on weekends, there was just this assumption that I'd do a 6 day week. (Which I did, stupidly, for 4 weeks straight, which led me to becoming severely burnt out.)
After that, I started going to therapy. Both to deal with my own anxiety and to cope with the stress of work. I've recently took a week's holiday from work to rest and honestly, just couldn't. Staff didn't show up, my manager rang me several times (no, I didn't answer.) And I found I just slept the entire week as I just wanted to rest.
After confiding in both my GP and my therapist, ice decided to take a months leave for Mental Health. The idea of going back into the chaos on Monday has my in tears all weekend and my heart just sinks.
I know it's time to move on but I have this overwhelming sense of guilt for leaving my team in the lurch. I know that if it was anyone else, I would fully understand and support it but because it's me, I feel like I'm somehow not entitled to it?
Like I don't want to inconvenience anyone or be a bother but I hit every number on the burnout assesment by my therapist apart from no.11 "are you participating in any dangerous new activities?" And that's purely because I'm so goddam tired and exhausted all the time!
I sleep from 7.30 till 8am some days and still feel like a dead weights on my chest. I can't switch off my brain and I'm constantly worried about work, if they're struggling, if there's enough staff, are we hitting targets.... It just won't stop.
I've a plan....to use the month to seriously job hunt, take care of myself and really, really take care of my mental state but....I can't help but feel like I'm failing somehow? That I'm letting work down? I know it'll go on without me, as any company would, but I feel like a child about to be told off for taking leave.
I don't know what to do anymore..

He’s never financially supported us. It’s just got worse over the years. So many things that he just stopped paying for or refused to pay for. He made probably 4 times as much money as me but was in debt and bad with money. In 10 years he never once tried to take care of his debt that dragged us down. Out of 2600 a month he would pay maybe 600 to rent. Barely helped me pay for food.
I was in an accident before I met him and it took a decade but I finally got paid out. Of course the housing market went ridiculous and when I should have been able to buy a house outright, now I have a giant mortgage. It was supposed to be affordable but things happened. He was supposed to start giving me more money monthly and he did. Slightly. It never made a dent because our expenses are far more than my measly disability covers. With our incomes combined it should be absolutely no problem. I have no idea where tf his money was going but he just kept claiming he could never pay for things.
When he started work from home he stopped using his car and only used mine. It went on for so long that he was unable to use his car at all. He sometimes put gas in but never paid me for the use of that car for 3 years. When he finally did sell the car I got nothing out of it. Bought a car with my payout money. He just HAD to have an SUV because he’s tall and didn’t want to be cramped. So of course I had to spend more on that. There’s so much more I could get into but we would be here forever.
It’s to the point where I had to get a line of credit to cover what he wasn’t giving me. With what I received plus his income we should have been set. I had JUST paid off all my debts prior to buying the house only to be in debt again.
He was laid off the beginning of the year and it just made everything so much worse. He doesn’t get much from unemployment and when he does get some, he still gets hundreds of dollars to himself each pay (he pays nothing but his own cell phone and weed) and I get negative money. It doesn’t matter how many times I bring it up he just gets defensive and mean and tries to blame me in strange ways. He just gets mean and leaves. Every time. There is no conversation. I nearly left before I bought the house but we had always lived in a basement apartment with his awful family and I thought I should give us a chance to be a real family. I want to go back in time and run away. Far, far away. I would have bought a mobile home or something I could afford on my own which isn’t much. I’m in an awful financial situation and selling the house would bankrupt me completely. I don’t have anywhere else I can live and my disability prevents me from earning enough to rent. Also it’s bad here for people who are disabled trying to rent. No one will accept them. Affordable housing lists are like 20 year waits and are in the absolute worst slums.
Not looking for advice. Just a vent I guess. I wondered how this would come to an end. I can’t afford my cats medication or food. I won’t be able to pay any of my utilities tor the month and probably not my mortgage either. I have a massive supply of pasta and sauce for a bit. My family will help me with food but he has screwed me over so badly financially I don’t even know what to do.
Best part of him is that he literally lived with his mom and brother until I got the house last year. He’ll just go back and live with them and mooch off fam like he always has. There are no consequences for him other than he no longer has access to my stuff he never paid for in the first place.
I’ll probably have to put my pets down too. He stopped paying for them a long time ago. He probably won’t even care that I have to do it. I can’t afford them and one is old and one is sick. My daughter will be absolutely devastated and so will I. But I can’t afford it and I have no idea where we will go once I don’t have a house. I just want to go all the way back in time.

I came back to destiny after taking a break since shadowkeep, and for some reason my name was changed to 'Guardian####.' The policy won't allow me to change my name (I guess I did once while I was playing previously) and support hasn't followed up in nearly a month now. I've tried making multiple tickets and haven't gotten a single response. Do you guys know of any other way to try and contact them? This feels ridiculous.
I have a screenshot too, but I don't use reddit a lot and have no idea how to post it here.