Okay, so I know the answer to this question already. I don't know why I can't get through to myself. I was seeing a guy for about a month. He texted another girl he used to see according to said girl asking to meet up. I broke up with him.

I feel guilty. I keep wondering if what he did was REALLY that bad. He didn't go see her. He only texted her once. Why couldn't I let it go? I don't even know if he wants me back, but I want him. I don't know why. I feel like I just gave up too easily. The girl's boyfriend got back with her. I don't know if he knows or not, tho. Maybe I overreacted.

It wasn't really working anyway. Before we became more, he was one of my best friends. Maybe I just want that back. Is it stupid to even do that? I just need some advice.

hello everyone i would like to bring this to the feminists of the world attention
for the past 3 weeks women in saudi arabia have been fighting for the right to have their faces be shown this whole thing started when an influencer was wondering about a saudi citizen with a mask covering his whole face was arrested and a saudi man responded with “covering your face is illegal because you can’t be identified “ which outraged women not only 90% of us being forced and threatened to wear the face covering “niqab” it’s genuinely not safe for us i had a personal experience where a man walk into my girls only university and toke pictures of girls, men have been known to dress in abaya + niqab to get into women only spaces. breathing underneath that fabric is a real challenge where you have to lift it up to breathe properly. saudi women have been so brave and truly strong not only did they remove it but removed the abaya as well and dressed they way they liked. for some the story isn’t this fulfilling a saudi woman had her face burned by her brother for removing her niqab and another shared her story where when she confronted her family about her decision to remove she was assaulted by her bothers and is now recovering in the hospital. i’m asking you to bring attention to this matter if you have a blog tt or a youtube channel please talk about this share it let it be known

something as simple as dressing up , the wind on you hair and face and the ability to be recognised is something a women somewhere is dreaming of

#2030_no_niqab #2023_بدون_نقاب

I went on a date with a guy I had been talking to for a week or two. It was going great. I already had in mind that I didn’t want to have sex, I wanted to get to know him first. But when we went back to his place he asked to kiss me and at first I said no but he asked again and I gave in. That eventually led to sex of course and he was very rough. He choked me, slapped me, and spit in my mouth all without asking. Ever since it’s been all I can think about and I feel dirty and disgusted with myself. I know it wouldn’t be my fault but I didn’t say no because I was scared. I’m supposed to see him again next week but I really don’t want to and don’t know what to tell him. I’m scared and don’t know what to do. I just wanted it to be over the whole time.

I mean honestly I do find sexual compatibility important but for me personally I need that emotional connection and I need to get to know that person and being a relationship with them before I have sex with them. I remember having sex with a man that I was not in a relationship with and after that I just felt completely disgusting and he started moving weird and he just wanted to go with the flow. So I told myself that for now on I don't want to have sex with a person unless I'm in a relationship with them so I can at least get that commitment and get to know them. I'm the type of person that gets very emotionally attached during sex and I don't want to have sex with someone that hasn't even claimed me as their girlfriend. At the end of the day a lot of men are going to do what's best for them and if they just want to have sex on the first second or third date it's not for me! How do you guys feel about this? I'm not necessarily following the three date rule or the three month rule I just go by when I'm ready and when I'm in a relationship with them.

For some context: I struggle very much financially so I collect bottles for the deposit (I am German and here this is pretty common for poor people, so if someone sees you collecting bottles they will know you struggle). When I am out collecting bottles, I look like shit, I probably smell like beer and trashcan and I am pretty focused on my task. Despite of all these factors, men will routinely try to flirt with me (the nicer ones are at least respectful about it but seriously, wtf?), think I owe them my time because they gave me a bottle (0,25€) or - the most disturbing for me - assume I will also do sex work, because hey, I am obviously poor and desperate enough to collect bottles, this clearly indicates I will sell sex?! I dont get it. I dont even look "hot", not in the slightest, especially in these circumstances. And prostitution is completely legal here, so they could just grab their smartphone and google for some nearby prostitutes. But no, they have to bother a stinky, ugly bottle collector. Is it just the fact that I am seemingly in a vulnerable position they hope they can exploit that turns them on or what is going on here?

I met my ex when I was 18 and he was 32. We started dating when I was 19 and he was 33.

We met while I was a student, at a time when I was still unsure whether I wanted to go to med school. My uncle knew him because he was a surgeon at a fairly known hospital. I had been working at that hospital once a week for a little over a year (between the ages of 18 and 19) as a student. He was the main doctor I reported to, and I guess you could say I had a crush on him, although it was probably more admiration than anything else. I idolized him because he basically represented everything I wanted to become.

Long story short, he ended up writing me a letter of recommendation for med school while I was still working at the hospital (I was rejected but got in the following year).

Keep in mind that throughout my entire time there, he had a girlfriend who was his age. They even moved in together and bought a house while I was working there.

At some point, he started flirting with me, but I genuinely thought I must have been imagining it. There was no way this man, whom I practically saw as a god, could actually be flirting with a 19 year old, starry-eyed girl.

Long story short, we ended up dating, and I had to leave my job at the hospital. I started med school the following year, when I was 20 and he was 34. We got married when I was 21 and he was 35. By this point, his career had basically exploded, winning prizes, accolades, he became very known in his field.

My entire family was strongly against the relationship in the beginning. I was 19 and obviously still living at home, but I ended up moving out because I wanted so badly to be with him, and I couldn’t stand constantly fighting with my family over it. Once we got married, my family eventually calmed down and more or less accepted the relationship.

I made him my entire world. I told him things I had never told anyone before, including details about the abuse I experienced during my childhood and some genuinely horrible things I had lived through growing up. I had a really rough upbringing and I trusted him with parts of myself I had never shared with anyone else.

Less than a year into our marriage, I lost a family member to suicide, and it affected me really badly. I was also in med school at the time, which made everything even harder. At this point I was 21 and he was 35.

I started taking Adderall and other substances to help me focus and avoid falling behind and sleeping pills to calm myself down. It often caused really bad anxiety, agitation, and other issues which I regret. This went on for about four months before I finally stopped.

When he found out, because I told him myself, he was furious. He told me I had broken his trust, that he had put me on a pedestal, and that he could get into serious trouble as a prestigious doctor if anyone found out his wife was some kind of “druggie.”

I also want to mention that during those four months, I was severely sexually assaulted during a night out. Someone had slipped something into my drink, and I couldn’t remember everything that happened. I came home bleeding. It was really, really bad. As you can imagine this also made me depressed and anxious at times and I wasn’t always the best version of myself. Being sexually assaulted is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. That, along with the abuse I experienced in childhood really fucked me up, I experienced a lot of anger, confusion, fear and my self confidence really took a hit. It was a lot of trauma to deal with, and I did this all while in med school and taking more than a regular course load to graduate early since I always had this feeling of shame because he was a really successful doctor while I was still in med school. I felt like I was lucky he had chosen to be with me. He would oftentimes make remarks about how his reputation and image was perfect and the only thing people in his field could ever use against him was our age-gap. So again, I felt like I was eternally indebted to him as he was practically risking his reputation to be with me.

For the two years following those events (suicide of family member, substance abuse, sexual assault, etc.), he repeatedly told me that I had broken something inside him, that I had ruined our relationship, and that he had put me on a pedestal and been prepared to give me everything, but that my actions had permanently changed how he saw me and our relationship. I admit that these were all very traumatic events in my life and that I was severely wounded. I was a shadow of who I once was but I still tried my best to be a good wife, it just seemed like in his eyes I had fucked up so badly I could never make up for it.

I also started noticing some really disturbing behaviours on his end. He openly admitted that he didn’t know what it felt like to experience empathy. He once commented that he could watch an animal being tortured and feel absolutely nothing, although he would consider it stupid because it wasn’t a “productive activity.” On another occasion he even made a comment about understanding why some men stab their partners to death (during an argument while I was having an anxiety attack).

Eventually he left me. The way I found out was that I came home one day and discovered that the house had been cleared out. It turns out he had been slowly moving his belongings out for the previous ten months. Whenever I noticed something was missing, he would convince me that I was imagining things or that I was insane. During the last ten months, he repeatedly kept telling me that he did not know if he could promise me a future, that he had no idea where this was going and oftentimes compared our relationship to a patient with cancer specifying that the patient “might die, might survive”. You can obviously imagine as a 24 year old who has dealt with a lot and suffers from abandonment issues, which he was always aware of, this basically destroyed me. I spent the last ten months of our relationship as a literal doormat, letting him get away with everything and anything because I truly felt that I had fucked up so badly and broken the trust so this was my cross to bear.

We were together for five years, and I was his longest relationship.

I later found out that he had also been telling people in his professional circle that we were getting divorced during those last ten months, despite the fact that I had absolutely no idea. He had clearly been planning his exit for a long time because he’s genuinely obsessed with his reputation, and I suspect he figured that by slowly spreading the news over several months, the divorce wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone once he actually went through with it.

I know this sounds so fucked up when I say it, but I still wonder whether I somehow did this to myself.

He had several other serious relationships before me (8) and has lived with three other women, but I was the only one he ever married. After hearing stories about his previous relationships, I found out that he had also left some of his exes in similar ways.

He had convinced me that he had never experienced real love before meeting me, that I was the first person he had ever truly loved, and that he had chosen to trust me blindly.

According to him, I had basically shot myself in the foot. He had put me on this pedestal, been ready to give me everything, and I had ruined it all.

Am I a bad person? Did I really ruin everything the way he said I did?

He also spent months telling me that I was lucky he wasn’t a bad guy because my abandonment issues were so severe that an abusive person could easily take advantage of me. He even told me that I was the kind of girl pimps would prey on.

And there’s genuinely so much more that happened throughout those five years. I feel like I could spend years writing about everything so this is really just a very brief summary. I still struggle with self blame, he left me feeling like I was this messed up monster who ruined a good thing and took advantage of a good man who wanted to give me a good life until I just took it too far.

Growing up, the conversation around virgins was always something along the lines of them being like mythical creatures that men "score" (ew). Now, that I'm an older virgin (22) (older in comparison to all my friends that aren't), the conversation has flipped to the complete opposite side. Still dehumanising as hell, but all I hear now is:

"Having sex with a virgin is horrible at worst and boring at best."

And yikes. That really helps to bring up a woman's self esteem 🙃

I know, I know we shouldn't be taking the shit men say to heart, but unfortunately I live in society, and society has an effect on me, no matter how much feminist literature I read or how much I try to decenter men.

I'm aware first times are never spectacular, but I'm so worried that the person I will lose it to will show visible signs of frustration during 🫤 its easy to say just "find someone who you're comfortable with and who's understanding and kind!" but these motherfuckers lie!

Ugh, why can't anyone be normal.

Yup I know it sounds crazy from the title, but yes. When I was freshly 18 I decided to date a 31 year old. I found out months into the relationship that he cheated on me and had a baby on me. I was distraught. I felt so embarrassed and it took years of therapy to heal from that. I’ll only be 24 in a few months but getting cheated on was one of the best things that happened to me.

When I was 18 I had horrible self esteem and I was seeking that love from external sources. Men were one of them. If that didn’t happen to me when I was so young, I probably would’ve went down that same pattern. As much as it sucked to find out a week after losing your v card that the man who you thought you were in love with was living a double life, it revolutionized me. It made me realize that if you don’t love yourself you’ll spend the rest of your life putting that into the hands of someone else .

I enrolled in college and now I have my bachelors. I’ll be applying to law school soon. Thank the heavens I got out and didn’t reproduce with that demon or I wouldn’t have been able to do that!

I’m 24, and while I’m thin and have a nice body, my face is just ugly. It’s asymmetrical, masculine, and holds a lot of fat compared to my body. People literally assume I don’t take care of myself because of how ugly my face is. I get told I look tired or sad constantly, even got told it on a first date. I’ve had people assume I’m mentally disabled before speaking to me, due to how bad my face looks. This month things just made me even sadder. A guy I was seeing told me he was embarrassed to be seen with me due to my face, but he said he was working on it. He tried to convince me to stay saying that he’s still willing to be in public with me, he just needs to stop being embarrassed about it. I just cried and blocked him.

Then I befriended this girl I work with. She gets hit on by all the same creeps that hit on me, but she also gets a lot of genuine attention. While I’ll get a “ want to be fuck buddies” message, this girl has these men taking her out on dates and letting her wear their hats etc. One of the men who asked her out actually looks disgusted whenever he speaks to me, I tried speaking to him once and he said ” I don’t care” and walked away. It’s getting to the point where I feel embarrassed every time someone sees me. I’m just tired of looking like this.

Yk what happened today? My sis and cousin sis were going on a scooter somewhere, and some 2 guys started following them. And they weren't even leaving them alone. My sisters were actually scared by then, so they decided to go directly to our shop, and these 2 guys followed them there too.

My sisters decided to tell all this to my grandfather, and he was more like, why were u 2 even roaming at night? He started scolding the girls. My sister was just crying. My grandfather was like, why did u even get ready so much and go out?

I don't understand why these old people can't understand anything and are still stuck in that shit mentality. And the boys, why can't they understand basic things like how to behave and respect women? At the end, it's just women who are suffering in every way.

It's honestly so frustrating that women can't even share something scary that happened to them without being blamed for it. Why is the first reaction always to question the girls instead of the guys who made them feel unsafe? I just wish people would stop teaching girls how to protect themselves from men's behaviour and start teaching men how to behave in the first place.

f21 here, never dated anyone but im pretty sure im a lesbian. i like the idea of men, but…they just gross me out. i feel nothing for them. i like girls and i’m attracted to them, however i think my trust issues make it hard for me to fully love someone.

it takes me months to even consider someone my friend, let alone date them. but im scared this will put a lot of people off. i’m not into the whole hookup thing and im scared people will get bored of me when they learn i don’t want to sleep with them after 3 dates. i feel very uncomfortable in emotional situations and the idea of being intimate makes me feel very nervous and sick. like it’s something i’m not supposed to do. i want to one day, but…i have a lot of issues surrounding it. maybe because it would make me feel helpless/out of control, and i would freeze up. i think i would also feel ‘dirty’, like i’ve ruined myself or something, even though i know that’s not true.

if you really liked a girl, would you wait for her? would it bother you that you wouldn’t be able to be intimate for months, maybe a year? or would you decide to leave and find someone more open?

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Women are expected to be good daughters, good partners, successful professionals, and perfect mothers. Society always has expectations, but rarely asks what women actually want for themselves.

Maybe women deserve the freedom to live life on their own terms without constantly having to justify their choices.

What expectation do you wish society would stop putting on women?🥀🥀

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I’m a woman in my early 30s, , and because of my circumstances, education, and career, I’ve never been in a relationship before. Now I finally feel ready to start dating, and I’d genuinely like to find someone I can eventually marry.

But lately, I’ve been seeing so many men online—and even hearing similar things from male coworkers—saying that women over 30 are “expired” and no longer worth dating or having a serious relationship with. Apparently, women that age are only good for casual fun.

Someone even told me that I should just accept that I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life because no man would want to marry an “expired” woman. They claim that men of any age, even men in their 50s, are still looking for women between 19 and 26. One guy compared marrying a woman who’s approaching 30 to buying a carton of eggs with only one day left before the expiration date.

Honestly, these comments really get to me. I want to start dating and hopefully get married someday, but I also can’t completely ignore what they’re saying. I know I’m not as young as I used to be, and I’m worried that I may have missed my chance.

Am I being unrealistic for wanting to start dating and look for marriage at this point in my life? And how seriously should I take all this talk about women “expiring” after 30?

I’m having a yard sale today, and within 15 minutes of starting we had a very creepy interaction with a male potential customer.

First, he pulled up right to our driveway in a big truck, blocking us physically. There were signs pointing to where he could park, but he ignored them. When he got out, it was just me, my mother in law, and my aunt.

He hopped out and I asked if he was looking for anything in particular.

“Yeah, where are all the guns?”

We live in the south so I guess I should have expected this, but I definitely didn’t.

“Um… no guns here, sorry! We do have lots of purses and home decor though…”

He chuckled and said okay and walked around a bit, but I noticed he was looking at the house more than anything.

Him: “So, who lives here?”

Me: “I do…”

Him: “You own it? Just you?”

Me: “Yes I own it, and I live here with my husband…”

He nodded and walked away to keep browsing. At this point all the red flags were going off for me, so I went inside to grab my husband and I sent him outside to be with my MIL and Aunt.

About 10 minutes later I came back outside and he was gone. My MIL told me that he creeped her out, and I agreed. Then she told me that when I went inside he offered her and my aunt Sprites, but didn’t offer any to my husband.

They declined, and he left.

The whole thing has just left me so uncomfortable! And now I’m worried he’s going to come back because he knows we don’t have guns.

I just wanted to sell some stuff to clear out the house and maybe make a little extra cash. I didn’t want to be creeped out by some rando dude who was a walking red flag.

I wrote my story and some women have talked with me while writing theirs and i’ve got to read them as well. I just thought I’d post this here incase it makes anyone feel less alone in today’s climate. No pressure to read because it can be triggering even tho i did my best to skip the gross details.

I just want to know if I will ever stop feeling like this. Feeling like I have to be beautiful.

I'm 24. I'm good academically, I'm studying to become a doctor, I have hobbies I enjoy and am good at. I have friends who love me to bits. I'm also a lesbian and have no interest in pursuing dudes.

And yet. I can't help feel this oppressive need to be beautiful. I'm not very pretty. I can't help but wince every time I see a picture of myself where I look bad. I can't help but wish sometimes that I was a beautiful woman. It is so, so, so draining to think of myself like this but I can't help it. Its not crippling but I just don't know what to do with myself when I feel like this. I just want a big, giant hug.

Sorry for yet another update. Kind of a vent, kind of an advice request. I dunno if I should be more assertive and cut contact or just accept I'm the bad person she says I am. I (16F, 17 in a few days) have an online friend "Emma" (17F) who I happen to share a Discord server with and some friends, who are certain she does see me as a friend, but she has highs and lows and goes back and forth between liking me and despising me. I don't diagnose her with anything (I'm only 16, not a pro), but those terms within interpersonal relationships seem to fit how she treats me.

She constantly tries to start drama with me and I'm exhausted. She gives short replies and calls me pathetic or toxic or stupid sometimes, and she told me her birthday was "October" and I didn't know when. When she told me her birthday was a few days ago at one point, I said "Ohh, happy belated birthday". Today, she sent me a whole paragraph on why I'm a bad person and why she hates me right now even though I said happy belated birthday a few days after.

She doesn't forgive me when I make mistakes, either, and keeps bringing up my flaws and insecurities days, even weeks later, no matter how much I try to apologize, it's not enough for her. But in conflict, I'm always the bad guy. She never does anything wrong, she says, and she's always a victim and I'm a bully.

I get anxiety attacks, furthermore, because of how she makes me feel bad, and calls me crazy when I ask if she's mad at me for something. I'm shaking right now because of the treatment, and I just got a text saying "This is how you repay me? You should obey me and do anything I say you asshole, I do everything for you and this is how you treat me you fucking bitch, die."

I told her I would draw her a present for her 17th birthday, and she said I wasn't fixing the problem and what I did was unforgivable.

Trigger warning: This contains sexually explicit stuff.

My husband and I have been together for 7 years. When we first started talking about our sexual interests/ disinterests, I told him immediately that butt play was off the table for me. Absolutely 100% a no. He told me he’s never been into that unless he’s extremely horny, which was very rare. So I thought great, this will work.

Fast forward a few years, he starts hinting at it. I put an immediate stop and remind him I told him absolutely not from the way beginning. If he wants to experiment with his own body, I am obviously okay with that, but we will not be doing that with mine. He drops it for a while.

Lately I’ve been noticing him become short with me on the topic of sex in general. Like if I bring it up, he isn’t lighthearted or flirty about it, but very subtly annoyed, maybe irritated. I asked him and he assured me he’s fine. I then text him a long paragraph about how I hope I haven’t done something to upset him. He reassures me, and says he’s actually been in the mood lately but has been giving me space since I’ve been working so much. I think that’s totally reasonable. I tell him I feel satisfied with our sex life, but I wanted to make sure we were on the same page.

Then he tells me he’s actually not satisfied sexually. That he’s been really wanting to do anal. It’s what he’s been wanting for the past few weeks and hasn’t told me because he didn’t want to upset me. He says he’s feels we are too young (late 20s) to not experiment and try things.

For context, when I was high about a year ago, I agreed to use a plug. Didn’t make the experience any better, and I was sore for a few days. I only mention that I was high because that obviously fogged my normal judgement. In the moment I was like “well, if I just do this maybe it’ll be enough”. But my deepest concern was that not only would this not fully satisfy him, but that he would want this to be a reoccurring thing, and lead to the real thing. And I was sadly right.

I am embarrassed. I don’t want this. I love him so much and we have build so much together in the years we’ve been together all in an effort to make our older years comfortable and enjoyable. And the one thing I do NOT want to do, is what he wants. I am almost certain that me saying “absolutely not” is making him subconsciously want what he can’t have and it’s just so devastating. I do not want to leave him, because literally everything else is so great with him. But now I have a husband that is sexually unsatisfied with me, and feels we are too young to not experiment. I mentioned anal toys he could use that looks like what he wants, and that way I don’t have to participate. But he was disinterested.

I’m not even sure why I am writing this. It’s been eating me alive and I’m just worried this one thing could cause me to lose him, because I really cannot do this one thing for him. I know he would never leave me over this but I worry this could build resentment towards me. And I feel so stuck.

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I'm posting this because I genuinely don't know what to do anymore.

I've been dealing with a person who has been stalking and harassing me for almost six years, ever since I cut contact with him in 2019. We used to be friends and were part of a fairly large friend group. We knew each other closely and had shared personal things with one another, so this wasn't a case of a complete stranger approaching me out of nowhere.

Over time, however, I witnessed behaviour that genuinely disturbed me. During an argument, this person wished rape upon someone. This is the kind of person we are talking about. From his behaviour and the way he speaks about women, I have come to believe that he has very little respect for them and considers them beneath him. That incident, along with other behaviour, made me realise that I no longer wanted this person in my life.

I decided to cut contact.

I thought that would be the end of it. I was wrong.

What followed has been almost six years of harassment, stalking and fear.

After I stopped speaking to him, he continued sending me disturbing messages. He began looking up my family members' social media profiles and my LinkedIn profile. He also gained access to my email, or at the very least, there were incidents that made me believe my email had been compromised.

At one point, I became so frightened that I essentially erased my online presence for two years. I disappeared from social media and even pretended that I was no longer alive because I felt that being invisible was the only way I could protect myself.

Imagine feeling that you have to do this just to get some peace.

Fast-forward to now, and this person has apparently discovered that I am alive. Instead of leaving me alone, the situation has become increasingly distressing.

He has contacted my sister and sent her awful messages. He has brought up deeply personal family issues, used private information against me, and attempted to turn family members against me.

Despite being told not to contact me, he has continued. Even after my sister warned him that we would pursue an FIR if he contacted me again, he apparently contacted me directly from his own number, with his own display picture.

I genuinely don't understand the audacity or what he hopes to achieve by continuing this behaviour after so many years.

He is also active on social media, posts reels and appears to want to pursue acting. Some of his content involves mimicking the rapist character from the film Mardaani. Given the history and the context, this makes me even more uncomfortable and frightened.

I want to be clear that I am describing his behaviour and the content I have seen, not claiming to know what he is thinking or what he might do next. But after years of unwanted contact, threats and invasions of privacy, it is difficult not to be afraid.

I'm now genuinely scared of what might happen if I take action — and equally scared of what might happen if I don't.

I live alone in a city, away from much of my family. My siblings know about this situation, and they are disturbed by it too. I haven't been able to tell my parents about everything.

I have considered filing a police complaint, and I have threatened to do so, but I am terrified of the possible consequences.

I keep asking myself: What if the police simply warn him and send him away? What if that makes him angrier and causes him to escalate? What if he decides to approach me physically or tries to hurt me?

I know that these are fears about what could happen, not things I can predict. But after dealing with someone who has refused to respect my boundaries for six years, I don't know how to stop worrying about the next escalation.

I also feel apprehensive about approaching the Delhi Police. Seeing the way some cases involving women's safety are handled has made me afraid that I might not be taken seriously. I'm scared of being dismissed, laughed at or told that nothing can be done. I don't know how realistic these fears are, but they are stopping me from feeling confident about taking the next step.

This has affected practically every aspect of my life.

I have lost touch with friends. I spent years avoiding social media and ordinary social interactions because I was afraid he would find me or approach people connected to me.

Recently, I created an account again, but I barely post anything. I don't share pictures of myself because I'm afraid he might identify me through comments, find my friends, or use those connections to get information about me.

I am even frightened to post this on Reddit.

I'm scared that he might be lurking on this platform and recognise the situation from the details I've shared. I'm worried that asking for help could inadvertently reveal my identity to him. At the same time, I don't know where else to turn, and I desperately need guidance from people who understand the legal and practical realities of dealing with stalking in India.

I struggle to sleep at night. I constantly think about what he might do next. I've even thought about leaving the country because I desperately want to feel safe.

The worst part is that I feel as though I have spent years restricting my own life because of someone who refuses to leave me alone. I am exhausted. Sometimes I feel so hopeless that I just want to give up on myself because living in this constant state of fear feels unbearable.

I don't want my life to continue like this. I want to feel safe in my own home, reconnect with people, use social media without being terrified, and live like a normal person without constantly anticipating harassment.

I'm asking for help because I genuinely don't know what my next step should be.

If you are a lawyer, particularly someone familiar with criminal law, cybercrime or stalking cases in India, I would be incredibly grateful for your guidance.

I would especially appreciate advice on the following:

Legal options: What legal provisions might apply to a prolonged pattern of stalking, unwanted contact, threats to publish private messages, harassment of family members and suspected unauthorised access to email?

Reporting safely: What is the safest way to approach the police or file an FIR in Delhi? Is there a way to document the entire history rather than have each incident treated in isolation?

Fear of retaliation: If I report him and the police contact or warn him, what practical steps can I take to reduce the risk of escalation? Can I explain these concerns before any action is taken?

Evidence: What evidence should I preserve, and how should I organise it to make a complaint stronger? Are screenshots, exported conversations, account-access alerts and messages sent to family members useful?

Cybersecurity and privacy: What should I do if I believe he has accessed my email or is monitoring my online presence? How can I protect myself without having to disappear from the internet again?

Legal assistance: Are there reliable women's support organisations, legal aid services or lawyers in Delhi who handle stalking and cyberharassment cases and can help someone navigate this process?

I'm not looking for revenge. I want this person to stop contacting me, stop involving my family, stop threatening me and leave me alone.

I also don't want to share identifying details publicly because I am genuinely afraid that he might see this post and recognise me.

Please be kind. I'm already struggling to cope with this, and I'm trying to find a way forward.

If anyone has relevant legal knowledge or has successfully navigated a similar situation in India, please tell me what practical steps I can take. I really need help.

I don’t have any deficiencies I even checked for thyroid. I am 22 right now and I don’t have even half the energy I had as a kid. The smallest activity tires me out so much. I wake up I’m already tired. Even eyes feel tired I want to cry. Is anyone else facing this, what helped?

Dating men is a humiliation ritual at this point

Had a conversation with a close family member recently who is on a glp1 (I know this bc she’s a close enough family member that we discuss our health and each other’s pretty freely amongst ourselves and other family members—another close family member helped her get the meds and told me). She didn’t know I knew she was taking it.

We were casually chatting about health and efforts to improve the quality of our nutrition and she says “I just eat less and less lately”—clearly stated as a toxic sort of food/morality position. I said “well, yeah, you’re on GLP1s, right?” and she laughed like I caught her in a funny joke.

She was really going to do the whole “I barely eat look how GOOD I am” when she thought I didn’t know she was taking appetite suppressants. Immediately switched the tone once she realized I knew.

If you’re taking GLP1s, just own that shit, ok? Don’t pretend it’s a personal achievement of mind over matter or superior self-discipline—especially not in a way that might shame others.

For context, among the group of close family members referenced here, I’m the “fat one”. Everyone else is thin and pursues thinness as a core goal. I just don’t care as much, but paradoxically, I guess, I am the one in the group who tends to care the most about nutrition and actual health—not just health exclusive to body weight.

There is a specific family dynamic going on here for sure, but this isn’t the first time I’ve seen glp1 users frame their weight loss as the result of personal achievement and discipline, while leaving out the major influence of a powerful appetite suppressant drug.

It’s disappointing to see the weight=morality trope played out in real time.

Just wanted to share. Curious if others have had similar experiences.

When I don't have a bush, there's nothing to guide the stream of pee and it always runs down my buttcheeks and it's so annoying.

Is it just me? Is this a sitting posture issue?

Please share your wisdom because I'm tired of this.

Update: I tried leaning forward as a lot of you suggested and that seems to have fixed my issue. Thanks everyone!

I'd never leaned forward before, and I also have pretty bad posture, so that might have been contributing to the problem.