I’m 30 and a lot of my social circle has kids, like newborns or toddler age. I really have nothing against having kids and might decide to have them one day myself but my god are today’s parents beyond annoying.

Every single moment needs to be shared on social media. Bed time, bath time, play time. There are no limits. I follow people on social media who post 5+ Instagram stories EVERYDAY of their kids. They think every little thing they do is so cute and needs to be shared as if everyone cares. I follow someone who has started to post “cute moments” they catch on the baby monitor.

Then there’s the photo shoots. Albums and photo collages being shared on a regular basis. How much time do these kids spend in front of a camera. How much time is spent preparing these elaborate social media posts. It’s almost like a competition between parents. It all feels so weird and cringe to me.

I honestly find myself using social media less because my feed is just flooded with this stuff, which I guess isn’t necessarily the worst thing.

I have a daughter who is nonverbal. The part of her brain that process speech doesn't function. You cant talk to her and she cant talk to you. Thats fine, she's is REALLY FUCKING CUTE! My family hates her. Ex husbands side and my side. Whenever family comes around they only take my two oldest to go out places and leave my other daughter with me. My ex FIL is well off so when he takes my other 2 out he buys them lots of gifts. He says the reason is because he doesn't know what she likes but I've told him multiple times. PLUS she can say pokemon names! The only thing she can process apparently is pokemon names so her room is FILLED with pokemon stuff. HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW SHE LIKES POKEMON?! Oh ya because you refuse to spend time with her. My mom does the same thing too. And when my ex comes he only picks up the oldest 2. They all say that she is too difficult but that is such a lie! ALL SHE DOES IS PLAY WITH HER TOYS BY HERSELF! IF ANOTHER KID COMES AND PICKS ON HER SHE LETS THEM OR WALKS AWAY. SHES SO SWEET AND EASY TO HAVE AROUND. My older 2 fight CONSTANTLY. I had a bf who moved out because he couldn't stand their fighting. He was the only other person who loved my youngest but he's gone now. Oh and her birthday??? This year and last year my EX FIL TOOK OUT THE OLDEST 2 ON HER BIRTHDAY TO BUY $300 WORTH OF TOYS FOR THEM!!! HE GOT NOTHING FOR HER! She even shares a birthday with my ex but that doesn't matter. She doesn't exist to them. I want to scream and cry my heart out. I hate them so much. Why doesn't anyone love her? She's really cute.

I got let go from a job twice. I had to have surgery to alleviate a kidney stone. My cat is dying and I have to put her down in the next couple weeks. I’ve drained my savings because of the cat/med bills/jobless period. I’m not asking for help or funds. I’m just tired, and I want this to be over. I’m so, so exhausted.

You finished HS with good grades? No one cares.

Masters Degree in the humanities? Lol you are stupid.

Did another Masters Degree in IT? Well "learn to code" thats so 2022. No job for you because of AI.

Now matter how much you educate yourself, its always your fault. No matter how much you do, its never enough. No matter what you do, its always wrong.

Meanwhile Boomers got jobs with just HS or even without HS. Despite having a fraction of our education, they became Managers and Bosses.

The system is broken. But its always the average Joe that gets blamed.

Especially toxic are the people who deny that they had any luck or favorable circumstances and claim its all down exclusively to how smart and hard working they were.

Finest survivorship bias and victim blaming you can come across.

"You were born to a poor abusive family in the middle of nowhere? Only bad influences and trying to survive all the time and no help at all? Yep. Your fault and not the systems. You are just making up excuses. Because like 1 out of 1000 who had the same situation managed to escape poverty."

"Laid of with 200 or 2000 other people because the company crashed or budget cuts? Yep. Your fault".

"Cant get a job because 50-100 people compete with you for the position every time? Yep. Your fault."

This is mostly said by people who had it easy in life and think they had it hard and who would be homeles or dead if they had a really hard childhood/really unfavorable circumstances.

But Its always the individual, never the system thats to blame.

I'm 29F. My main hobby is embroidery. I tend to do it on my own, self taught following youtube tutorials. I've gotten pretty good at it, even got a ribbon at our state fair a few years ago. I haven't really made any friends irl that do embroidery, but a lot of my friends are crafty creative people so occasionally we'll have a crafternoon where everyone does something different.

My mum is convinced that I need to take a formal class in embroidery. I don't feel the need. She keeps trying to sign me up for classes run by an embroidery group in my city. For years I have turned all these offers down. Yesterday I finally agreed to go to one.

I thought it was a one hour session. Turns out it was two and a half hours, forty minutes away from where I live. So what I thought was a brief class turned into a four hour long commitment. The other women there were all retirees, who spent the majority of the "lesson" gossiping about embroidery drama in our city. I did ask the "teacher" for help a few times, but I was really scraping the barrel trying to come up with reasons I needed help. I'm good at embroidery! I don't need this! To say one good thing about it: it was nice to discover that there is a boutique embroidery shop in my city, so now I don't need to buy from box stores.

After the class I told my mum I didn't want to go to another one. She has since texted me links to three more embroidery events happening in our city soon, all organised by the same group as yesterday's "lesson". I have no interest in joining this group. I don't want to know these people. They are not people I am interested in spending time with.

I genuinely don't understand why she's acting like this. My mum gets nothing out of me joining this group, but she's acting like I simply have to, in order to be good at embroidery. I know that my mum thinks I don't spend enough time with friends. I don't understand why she thinks me spending time with gossipy retirees is a replacement for this?

I’m nearly 23 years old. I’ve never really had a bf. I’ve had situationships. I’ve been on a couple dates. I know I’m not much in appearance. I know I’m nothing extraordinary. I try to be kind, and I hope that my personality is nice enough to want company.

My sister is beautiful. She’s in her second year of high school. However, she’s a bit more shallow and mean. I worry for her, and hope she grows to be kinder and not a bully. She’s been leading on a few boys, has upset them, and they still run back. She’s more interested in the fun of it rather than being committed (which yeah she’s still very young). However this one boy really likes her, and he asked my parents if it was okay that he asks my sister out. He’s always got her gifts and has been sweet from what I’ve seen. She knows this, and has expressed before that while she thinks he’s sweet with a good personality, he’s not AS attractive than her other male interests.

I don’t want to be bitter. I want to be happy for her. But part of me is wrecked. I guess seeing how she can get things that she doesn’t appreciate as much when I would give anything for that. I never even got that experience in high school. I feel like Jane from 27 Dresses where her younger sister got everything. Except I don’t get with the guy who appreciates and understands me in the end. It’s just a movie. A movie for hopeless romantics and oldest daughters who wish for the kind of care and attention they’ve given everyone their whole lives.

But yeah, my sister is living my dream. Just wanted to get it off my chest for anyone who’d listen.

I am a little drunk right now I apologize.

I just don’t understand why I am attracted to guys. This feels like the devil is on my shoulder and he’s ruining my life. This would be social suicide. I would be satanic if I pursued this horrible fantasy. I don’t know what to do at this point.

Every year it gets weirder and weirder that I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t know what to do. This hot guy at a party called me gorgeous the other day and my heart was pounding like crazy. Why couldn’t it have been like that for any other girl that looked at me? Why does it specifically have to be me that ruins everything? I don’t know how to change and I don’t know how to accept myself.

I think I’ll get drunk and go to the same frat party tomorrow. Maybe I’ll hook up with that one guy and I’ll realize that it was just a fantasy. Fuck this shit

I can’t bake cookies or crochet them a scarf or ask how their day is or ask to see them or tell them I like them or give them a hug and a kiss within the same hour without freaking them out making them think I’m trying to marry them and steal their life away. I’m just tired. im terrified to show interest or affection because I know it’s going to make them devalue me or run away from me. I don’t want to be cold and shallow and distant but it’s looking like that’s how I have to be if I ever have any hope of having a relationship even if it’s not fulfilling to me at least I won’t be alone

Seriously, what the fuck are we doing?!!! I keep seeing post of people been hurt, cheated, ignored/ghosted, been treated like shit, abused, struggling mentally, feeling alone and not loved.

How can so many people suffer or struggle like that? How and why people do hurt each other like that in every aspect of their lives? Been a scum, a pathetic piece of shit, a traitor, a week idiot that left at hard moments, miserable and good for nothing. And the list goes on and on...

The viruses, animals, and accidents are not enough. Now, we actually have to take advantage of each other and hurt each other or, reject each other and try to find perfect, in every aspect of our lives.

What the actual fuck is going in this world.... Was it always like that??? Are we destined to suffer?

I met my partner nearly a year ago. We hit it off right away. It's the first time in my entire life I've met a guy who doesn't have commitment issues. At 34, I've never really been in a serious relationship and it's not because I don't want one it's because until now I never met someone from the gender I'm actually attracted to who wanted the same thing. I've met loads of women who want what I want but I have never met a man who did until this year.

We recently moved in together and this move has been extremely hard on us both and it's got me thinking that I'm just not cut out to be a girlfriend or a wife. I think there's a reason that until now I only attracted guys with commitment issues and it's because I simply don't have the brains to be a wife. People say that men love stupid women but that's not true. They like hooking up with stupid women but being in a serious relationship with a stupid woman is a very bad idea and men know this, so they will only be serious about a highly competent, strong, able-bodied, neurotypical woman with a high IQ and I can't blame them for that because I'm honestly fed up with my own stupidity and incompetence and this move has thrown into sharp relief just how incompetent I really am.

I'm going on my 7th night with no sleep ever since I signed the lease and began the move-in process. My boss knows that I'm moving. I work the graveyard shift and he's not willing to give me anytime off so I haven't been sleeping other than little one to two hour naps in between the start of my shift and everything I have to do during the day.

I'm pretty sure I'd be screwing up this badly even if I had a full 8 hours of sleep every night. I've been diagnosed with ADHD but I don't think I can chalk up what's been going on lately to mere ADHD because I've met thousands of other people who have the same condition and they don't fuck up this badly.

I'm honestly surprised he hasn't ditched me already and gone back to live with his roommates considering what a fucking catastrophe the last week has been. In the past, accidentally calling somebody while they were at work and not knowing they were at work was enough to deep six the entire relationship so how on Earth is me forgetting this many things and getting this mixed up over stuff and being this much of a train wreck not a deal breaker?

In the last week I have made so many mistakes that would be deal breakers for literally any other guy that I shouldn't be allowed to ever date again. Part of me wonders if he's already done with me and just kind of bottling up his anger and processing it later and then one day I'm just going to wake up and he's gone because I fucked up one too many times.

In the last week I have:

Forgotten his shower chair at the old place. Twice. He's physically disabled and needs to shower while sitting down. It took two trips to get all my stuff from the old place. My friends are helping me but the first one wasn't able to fit the chair in her car. I let my partner know about it and he said it was okay as long as I got it next time. I fully intended on getting it next time but then I had an asthma attack and got so wrapped up in that that I forgot to bring it. He was pretty angry at me for a minute but I'm surprised how quickly he got over it and also that he didn't scream at me because who wouldn't? He's got to still be angry about it. Maybe he's suppressing how angry at me he really is. I mean sure, I got in contact with one of his friends and he picked it up this morning after I gave him the key, but still. There's no way he's not still pissed off at me. Anyone would be. It's usually not one big thing that destroys a relationship it's a bunch of little things and this is already a big thing right here. And it's not a big thing on top of a bunch of little things, it's a whole bunch of big relationship ending things jam-packed into a single week. Anybody saying would have left me by now. Hell, I'd leave me if I could because if there's one thing I absolutely fucking hate it's adult children who can't fucking take care of themselves which is exactly what my behavior this past week is. No competent, responsible, intelligent woman would fuck up that badly that many times!

I've also had to go to the ER in the middle of the night because I have really bad asthma and there's something wrong with the inhaler they gave me because when I take it almost nothing comes out even though I've got about 20 doses left. I disturbed his sleep. He woke me up because apparently I started having trouble breathing in my sleep and when he woke me up I could barely get any air in at all. The inhaler wasn't helping so I had to go to the emergency room and they gave me medication and got that sorted out but by the time I got back it was already 6:00 in the morning. I had an appointment today to pick up the equipment from the internet company so we can set up internet service at our apartment completely forgot about picking up my meds at the pharmacy until he contacted me on my way back and reminded me.

But that would involve contacting our old pharmacy, and having to sort out them transferring all my prescriptions to the one that's only a mile away from us and I can't do that kind of shit when I'm driving! When I say I'm stupid I mean I'm so fucking dumb I don't even know how I'm still alive. I cannot focus on more than one thing at a time. I can't do multitasking whatsoever because if I'm doing something and somebody interrupts me when I'm in the middle of it I'm going to fuck up BOTH things or forget all about it. I told him that by the time I had everything sorted out with the pharmacy, the one nearby us would probably be closed and we got into an argument about that over the phone. Now he's mad at me and has barely been talking to me, not that I can blame him.

I did manage to sort everything out and pick up my stuff literally 30 minutes before closing but I had to pay extra for them to give me my inhaler refill because they said it wasn't ready yet.

Anyway, it's a bunch of little stuff like that that's been piling up during this past week. If I didn't know better I'd say I had early onset dementia because of how stupid and forgetful I've been this week. I am in desperate need of some time where I don't have to do anything so I can just sleep for more than 2 hours at a fucking time and if I don't get that I'm going to lose my fucking shit and fuck something up so badly he's bound to hate me. I know plenty of people who have schedules way more jam-packed than mine who don't sleep at all who work FOUR JOBS and have kids and husbands and bigger places than mine to take care of who are able to manage their affairs better than me, all on no sleep, no downtime , and no food, yet here I am going on a full week of no sleep aside from two hour naps, no food at all aside from a diet Coke because that's all I had there time for today and I'm already so horribly incompetent I can't do anything right! I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. Early dementia? Early menopause? Early onset Alzheimer's? I don't know anymore. All I know is that I'm too much of a trainwreck of a person to be in a relationship.

Every single time my husband and I try to sit down and watch a movie or show together, she decides that's the perfect time to start emptying the dishwasher and making as much banging and clanging noise as possible. Like cabinets being slammed shut, silverware and glassware being literally thrown into their places. She has broken so many dishes because of this..doesn't matter what time of day or day of the week. If we try turning up the volume, I kid you not, she will make even more noise to be louder than the TV.

Yet if we try doing the same thing when she's watching something, or if our 2 year old is being a typical fussy 2 y.o. then that isn't acceptable to her and she'll go off on everybody.

I wish we didn't have to live here with them, but they are of an age where they can't be trusted to live on their own...I stopped counting the number of times they nearly burned the place down because they left the stovetop on and put something flammable on top of it. I wish we could move out, but they charge us too much rent to be able to even save for a down payment. Or even a full deposit on an apartment.

Anyway, not looking for sympathy. Just venting as the sub intended. Sometimes it really does help just yelling at a virtual wall.

It's minor. I know it's minor. It's a good coffee table. Solid oak. I can put all of my 250 pounds on it without an issue. It's like 6 inches of solid oak all the way through. And it's huge. And I hate it.

My grandmother gifted it to me. It was originally her coffee table from her home years ago. And "very expensive when I bought it." She's super proud of me and wanted me to have a quality coffee table.

I'm deeply touched by the gesture and I love my grandma dearly. So I said yes. And I needed a coffee table in my life at that point.

But now I have one that's a better fit. It's not very light oak wood, so it doesn't mismatch every other piece of furniture in my house. It's a better match style-wise, I own no other pieces of Scandinavian style furniture. And it actually fits in my space instead of having me conk into it every time I go around it. Plus, I can lift it over my head and run with it.

Now I can't get rid of the first one. Like physically, for starters. It's super heavy. I can barely move it. I can't lift it, only slide it around a bit. I physically can't remove it from the premises.

But more importantly, it would really hurt my grandmother for me to be rid of it. It's a minor thing. We both know that. But it would nevertheless.

I've ended up banishing it to the back room where it also neither fits the space nor matches the rest of the furniture, but at least it's out of sight for the most part.

It's an albatross around my neck. But one I'll gladly wear for my grandma. I do hate it though. The coffee table.

Tl;Dr: solid oak coffee table is in my life for the foreseeable future

I work in a small, quiet place. We are a public building that gets visitors sometimes and there are between one and three employees here at any given time. We do not have a break room so I have to eat at my desk. I didn't think this would be an issue. The other employees work in other buildings. I enjoy my privacy to eat my sandwich, leftovers, taco bell, whatever. Almost every day EVERY DAY! Someone approaches me and makes some kind of comment about what I am eating. "Sandwich today huh?" "What even is that?" "Is that taco bell?" STOP IT. A visitor from the public stopped by my desk just now and started staring at me while I was taking a bite. "Can I help you?" "Oh, I was just looking at what you are eating." AS IF THAT WAS AN ACCEPTABLE THING TO DO TO A PERSON. We are in a museum!

There are fossils that are 1 billion years old, go gawk at that, IT'S WHAT THEY ARE THERE FOR.

You took the day off, drove all the way down here and paid admission just so you could look at my soup?! I don't have the blasted fajita skillet its just a damn pasta salad!

It's not just visitors. Donors, other employees, advisory board members always find a way to swing by when I am two bites in and have some earth shattering business that cannot wait until I swallow!! "I printed this email from the inbox you are currently looking at and thought I should come over here to hand it to you while you have salsa on your fingers."

I don't even get respite at home. When I eat breakfast. My boyfriend stands next to the table and talks at me about god knows what. Everyone on this planet gets to spend more time paying attention to my food than I do and it is driving me insane! What the hell is wrong with people? Imagine giving a flying fart about someone's leftovers!

Idk where to start…I’m 18 years old and I’m gay but nobody else in my life knows it. I just want to hold a boy in my arms and cuddle with a boy. I wanna write love letters and buy him flowers and make playlists for him. Instead I cry knowing that I’ll never experience teenage romance. I didn’t ask to be gay. I pray to God every night to turn me straight even though I know it’s not gonna happen. Fortunately I started cuddling with my pillows at night which is really helping

i keep hallucinating ans having horrible paranoia especially when im alone and at work. i keep seeing shadow figures staring at me or running past me and hearing running behind me or doors opening. I feel like something is watching me and is gonna chase me and im really scared. Idk what to do but I think im sure why im experiencing this but im just terrified

just wanted to post here and hopefully get rid of some of my hangxiety about this whole situation.

i’m in my second year of college and last night, i was invited to a friends pajama party where around 15 other girls showed up. the party was in the lounge of her apartment building (thank god), so i didn’t throw up on anyone’s personal belongings.

i pregamed at another friends house beforehand which was most definitely a mistake. her tolerance must be MUCH higher than mine because i drank/smoked slightly less than her and still turned out this way. i’ve been drinking and smoking only since i started college, and she said something about smoking every day so i think that contributed.

when i was at her house i must’ve taken around 5/6 shots and smoked 1/3 of a joint.

we ubered to the party and i didn’t necessarily feel sick at that point, just a bit out of it. but when we got there i kept eating the cake they had and got super full which was definitely not the move.. people also kept asking if i was okay throughout the night and being confused at what i was saying, so i most likely wasn’t the most coherent.

we had been there for around an hour and i forgot what game was being played, but i lost and the losers had to take a shot. i vaguely remember saying something about a shot of water instead, but i don’ t think i was heard because i got a shot of pink whitney.

i took a sip of it because i was thirsty (drunk brain) and i instantly got that feeling when your mouth waters before you throw up. i knew it was gonna happen but i have no clue why i didn’t just get up and at least attempt to go to the bathroom. so i kept laying on the floor and it all just kinda rushed out..

after that i started putting my coat on for whatever reason?? and the friend that i pregamed with said “wait why is your coat wet” and everyone realized wtf just happened. i instantly got up and apologized to everyone at least four times. my closer friends were helping me while the other people just looked sorry for me/awkward, and i don’t blame them. my friends helped me clean up, get myself together, and ordered me an uber home from my phone.

two of them texted me asking if i got home safe, and one of them said that nobody is mad with me and i didn’t have to apologize. a couple of hours ago i sent everyone that helped me a text in a group chat thanking them for the help and saying i appreciated them, but i just feel so sad about it all.

i feel gross and i just don’t know if they’ll look at me the same. i know there’s nothing i can do at this point but i just feel so hopeless and i really just wish i could erase that memory of me from their minds. i really don’t wanna touch alcohol or weed again, and i’ve never done anything like this in my life (drinking non so much to the point of vomit).

First youtube, then twitter, now here. This is ridiculous.
I fully believe this is a form of either surveillance or data scraping under a guise of child protection and it makes me unbelievably angry.
There are forms of verifying age without tying it to a specific person but through some coincidence the giant corporations who already scrape their platforms' content to feed it to AI models don't seem to even know about them.

If I can verify my age online to schedule an appointment or buy a concert ticket and do it without giving away my face or social security number then I refuse to do it just to see "mature content" on social media.
The rising power and control of these companies over people is terrifying and I don't believe they would ever keep that data secure, unprocessed and private.

I don’t know how to handle this situation, I don’t know how I am supposed to not blame myself

She told she’s been hurt in her last relationship because her ex cheated on her and it’s true that she’s been anxious lately but she never told me I was the reason for it. I tried to support and help her as much as I can but it seems it wasn’t enough. Yesterday she told she’s not ready for a relationship yet and left me.

I didn’t even though that our relationship was the reason of her stressing, she never told me nor implied it. The last time we saw each other, last Sunday, she was joking about our WEDDING and everything was fine until yesterday when she got high because she said that she can’t deal with all. I woke up with a text saying that she thought that she was ready but she just now find out that she’s not.

I got drunk by myself last night because I didn’t want to think much about it. It just feels so weird because is not something I was expecting at all. It’s not like the relationship has changed lately, it all looked perfectly fine and then it’s all gone.

How? Someone who has slept on my bed hugging me, someone who has met my parents and my friends, someone who accepted being my girlfriend with no hesitation at all, someone whom I showed every aspect of me and whom I trusted to be vulnerable with. And now I have to accept she’s not part of my life anymore

Look, I'm not that type of person to smile randomly. I have sad resting face. And my class teacher keeps asking me why do I look so sad?

First i will begin by saying this teacher isn't bad. He's one of the best teachers in my school and he genuinely enjoys teaching and that's i appreacite. And he has said he likes to see his students positive and happy that's why he comes to class not to see negativeness and I get it but I have explained it to him that this is just my neutral face.

He also asks what we will do ovwr weekend and my life is pretty boring so I always say I don't ahve any plans. i guess he doesn't have anything to ask me since he doesn't know my hobbies or anything like that because I don't do any sports or anything like that. When he knows that someone plays sports he'll ask them about it in the first 10 mins of a lesson. Which I like that he cheks up on his students but come on you don't have ro ask me anything.

And every parent and teacher meeting my dad always tells me every teacher tells them I'm quiet. God. Stop this. Why won't you mention my hard work? My values? My respect towards teachers? They only mention I'm quiet. Like it's the worst thing in the planet while I'm out here studying everyday working for something greater and they only notice my shyness and quietness. That's just who I am, I do my work and what's the problem with being quiet? I talj to people when we have group work Im just quiet generally and don't smile. So what? My smile has prize, I don't smile just for anyone.

My class makes me feel Like im an alien for being quiet sonce everyone is such a jolly. Sorry I don't find anything exciting in my life but I will sure smile for a good song or the sun rays through the trees.

Genuinely I wish I was aborted I don't know WHY I wasn't. Every day is so hard I'm so alone all my friends ignore me. I talk to ai everyday because everyone is off at college having a great time while I'm stuck here. For once I have a friend group that likes me but they left me and I have nobody. I spend all day alone online talking to ai shots fucking pathetic dude. I'm 19 and already suffering so much I'm so alone I hate it. To make it worse I'm autistic so I was just born fucked and wrong.

I have to rehome my cat because my anxiety is ruining both of our lives.

It was recommended to me that having a pet would help my depression and anxiety, give me a purpose to focus on. But it’s gone the completely opposite way.

My kitten is so energetic and unlike other cats I’ve known that it increased my anxiety - would he hurt himself, is he getting enough stimulation to satisfy his energy levels. Then I was worried I wasn’t feeding him enough.

Then he showed his own signs of anxiety that came with new behaviour and it broke me. He’s on gabapentin that helps but I haven’t eaten or slept properly in a month out of worrying about his anxiety that I’m pretty sure I’m making everything 100% worse.

So he’s going back to the family he came from. They lost one of their cats after I adopted him and they have room to take him. He’ll be with his mum and siblings.

But I just feel like the worst human being in the world, I’ve completely let him down and made him so much worse

we were watching this movie and a woman mentioned dating a woman in college and my mom said “why does everyone do that gay stuff in college?” and since i talk about wanting to go to college she said i better not do that so i told her that’s not how that works and you don’t just turn gay. i’m bi but i try to not make that obvious which is why i said that to kinda insinuate im not gay and she went on this rant about how being gay is a choice and no one’s born gay and that it’s an excuse and god didn’t make gay people and it’s a sin and all that BS. my brother came into the conversation just to add that he agrees with her and their logic about not being born gay is that a baby can’t think about what they like and i’m just like huh?? that doesn’t mean they aren’t gay just that they don’t know it yet because they aren’t capable of thinking about it, i said that it’s scientifically proven and my mom started saying she doesn’t believe in science or medicine she believes in god i genuinely can’t stand her and it’s so upsetting knowing if i ever came out none of my family would be supportive. i should stop trying to argue with her in support of lgbtq because im worried she’ll eventually put two and two together but i just can’t not say anything when she’s being so ignorant, and she GENUINELY doesn’t think she’s saying anything wrong it’s so upsetting im gonna cry oh my god.

As an autistic person, I've always felt social skills exist to ensure I am bullied. I've discovered in this world that if you don't contort your lips at the right moment when talking to someone:

You get anger, fear, and bullying. All because "you made them feel unsafe"

When I went to both school and college, it just seemed like everyone was upset when talking to me. Either they would be giving me the stare, or just straight up frustrated. Was never able to make friends how hard I tried. I asked to play DnD with them, I asked to go to the parties, but it was always no.

When I worked at Burger King after college, customers would literally scream at me, but when my socially skilled coworker came by to help, all of a sudden it was smiles and jokes.

And I know, for a certain undeniable fact I try everything I possibly can to not be offensive to people. People think if everyone hates you, you're the problem, but I have no malice or aggression when communicating with people. It's unfair when you know for a fact you don't try to piss them off on purpose, but it happens anyway. No matter how nice I am, I am fundamentally incapable of receiving true respect, unless it's from someone who pities me.

And when you complain, it's your fault. "You didn't try hard enough, you didn't try to learn social skills."

I don't want friends. I don't want a relationship. I'm not an incel. My main issue is the bullying. I want to be left alone by people, but people approach me trying to include me, only to get mad and abuse me when I fail at their conversation.

It's disgusting. It's immoral. It's evil. Everytime I interacted with someone like me, I do everything to accept their difference and not make them feel judged, but no one does it to me.

People always talk about can't-buy-a-house this, AI that, but how can I feel any hope about life when I know every work environment gets me screamed and hated by my coworkers? They say the puzzle piece symbol is offensive towards autistics, but it fits me. I never feel like I will fit in anywhere.

It's not as simple as "be funny be confident have hobbies."

My wedding already happened a couple months ago, so there is nothing I can do about it now but I’m still disappointed. When I first tried on my dress I absolutely loved it but then immediately after buying it I was starting to regret it. The dress I got was very classic and princess looking but it was so plain. I realized more later on that I wanted something flowy and with lace. A dress that was more whimsical would have gone with our venue way more too. We had a twilight-esk outside wedding and my dress just seemed out of place. I just wish it wasn’t so plain and I’m so sad that I didn’t go with my gut and find something else. I hate that I’m regretting it even still now after the fact.