Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I'm feeling really confused at this point. What are we? WHAT ARE WE??? We exchange pictures, give each other words of affirmation, and are open and vulnerable with one another. What's worse is that he sees me as a friend. I'm his FRIEND. I don't necessarily want to be his girlfriend or anything—I'm sure neither of us is ready for that—and he doesn't view me that way. But AGHHHHHH! You can't say, "You're like a flower that hasn't bloomed. You just haven't had room to reach your full potential," and then follow it up with, "Love you too, buddy 🤍🤍." The white hearts indicate platonic love. He does send me red hearts too, but not as often as the white ones. He told me that I had restored his faith in humanity since we met, and that he had stopped looking for someone else. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.

I want to be in a relationship with him, but I'm not ready, and it's not possible for us right now. Yet, does he really not have feelings for me at all? He mentioned that he can't really feel romantic emotions. I understand that, but it feels contradictory given everything he just told me. Help please.

I am fucking tired of your boring, grumpy cat pics. Its not even your own cat, its your friend's cat. Why are you sp high on ugly peice of grey fur. I actually liked your cat when I first saw her but you ruined it for me by constantly sending me cat pics and videos. I lie to you because instead of reflecting on your actions you block people and move over to the next one. I know why you get me gifts because without those incentives no one would actually want to be your friend. No wonder you have a problems in your marriage. I thoighyour husband sucks based on what I heard from you but after knowing your less than a year, I feel bad for him that he has to put up with your antics. You suck man. You suck big time. People leave you because you drain them emotionally. You are a not a bad person but you are exhausting. Your friends werent concerned when you got depressed. They kept checking on your because they couldnt really believe that you matured and stopped behaving like a teenager. I have seen your university stage performance and the second hand embarrassment I got... jesus. You not a performer. You are not a charm on the stage. Your poems are boring AF and recitating it only makes it worse. Stop it. Just sucking stop being so performative and thinking yourself as some sort of an entertainer. You are not and you need to care about the people around you and just fucking stop it. You are not an young adult who would roam around like crazy. You are in your 30s. GROW TF UP. You family vacation sucked, yk why? Because you suck. Your husband, sister amd cousins would like vacation like adults but you want to behave like 5 year old and they are sick of your antics.

Stop sending me ugly beach videos. I love beaches. Dont ruin it for me. I love waves. I want to go surfing when I can afford to vacay on a nice beach. Dont you fucking ruin it for me by trying to vc me showing waves. You voice, you mannerisms, I find everything to be annoying. Stop sending those edited clips (tf you adding a sad romantic song on a beach video?) and ugly edited photos. Why do you even edit? Why do you oive under the illusion that you are some sort of a creative genius. You are not. Please shrink yourself because you are suffocating everyone aaround you. No one, at least, people of your age needa a boring woman trying to be funny or the life of the party. You dont have that kind of charm. You are just embarrassing.

For almost half a decade, my husband and I have battled infertility. This trying path has seen us engage in numerous IVF attempts, endless medical consultations, and ride an emotional rollercoaster. Despite this challenge, we’ve kept most of our family informed, including my sister, who recently celebrated her marriage.

At her wedding reception, she decided to deliver a speech that started on a conventional note. But unexpectedly, she veered off into making a joke about my childlessness, suggesting I was the “favorite” child for being able to live 'freely' without kids, unlike herself and other parents worn out by their duties. Her words, followed by laughter from some guests, hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment and disbelief; her sarcastic remark was a direct hit to my years of hidden struggles. Knowing how much my infertility pained me, it felt as if she was mocking my deepest insecurities.

I managed to stay composed for a few minutes, but soon, I couldn’t bear it any longer. In need of escape, I quietly left the celebration, with my husband by my side. As we drove away, my phone flooded with messages from relatives curious about our abrupt departure. It turned out that my sister had noticed our absence and was livid, accusing me of making a spectacle and overshadowing her special day. The family seemed divided, with some echoing her sentiments, labeling me overly sensitive and claiming it was “just a joke.”

My exit from the wedding wasn’t intended to cause drama; it was a necessary retreat to preserve my mental wellbeing. Leaving was my silent protest against her insensitivity.

If this scenario unfolded on a reality show, the reaction might be amplified. Cameras would capture every nuance of my reaction and her speech, potentially sparking a dramatic, tear-filled confrontation. Viewers could see interviews where family members pick sides, and social media could become a battleground of opinions, with hashtags siding with either me or my sister. Such publicity would magnify every element of the family drama.

Was I right to leave my sister’s wedding after her "joke"? I chose the "bridezilla" category, not exactly that but you see...

I'm a 44-year-old man, and my sister, whom we'll call Kayla, is 33. She's happily married to Sam, who's 35. Recently, Kayla shared with our family that she and Sam are now romantically involved with a woman named Elise. They seem quite serious about her and even want her join this Thanksgiving's family gathering to properly introduce her to everyone. Our family has its share of conservative members, and personally, while I don't hold any prejudices, this kind of arrangement is unfamiliar to me and I'm unsure how to approach the situation.

Kayla has never openly discussed being bisexual or polyamorous before, so this development came as a bit of a shock to me. How their dynamic works exactly—considering her existing marriage with Sam—is beyond my understanding. Elise seems to be more than just a friend based on what Kayla expressed, and I find myself at a loss.

I tried addressing these concerns during a dinner with Kayla, but she quickly shut me down. She accused me of not grasping the depth of their relationship. I brought up a past incident where Kayla, after having too many drinks at my daughter's Bat Mitzvah, was behaving rather inapproprifrom her husband on the dance floor in front of the kids. I mentioned this to highlight my confusion about what she means by love, which may have offended her. Kayla's response was dismissive, and she suggested that I was narrow-minded.

Telling Kayla that I'd rather Elise not attend our Thanksgiving didn't go over well either. I still stand by my viewpoint although I suspect it hurt her feelings. If I think about a scenario where this was all playing out on a reality show, I can only imagine the heightened drama and wildly varying opinions from the audience. There would likely be a mix of support for Kayla's openness and criticism for introducing such a complex relationship dynamic into a traditionally conservative setting. The reactions would be magnified, with cameras capturing every nuance of the family's interaction with Elise, turning personal reservations and acceptance into public entertainment.

How might the public react to me being on a reality show with this dilemma?

What should I have done in this situation?

I'm not a particularly religious person, and usually, I respect everyone's beliefs as long as they don't impose them aggressively on others.

I'm employed as a delivery driver at a local pizzeria. Typically, I cover the morning shift alone since it’s not usually very hectic.

Today, out of the blue, a call came from a woman requesting a large order to be delivered to the nearby hospital. It took quite a while to prepare because of the size of the order. Meanwhile, another order was placed online, destined for a church, which happened to be in the complete opposite direction of the hospital. My boss had to inform the woman at the church that her delivery would be significantly delayed due to the circumstances.

Once the hospital delivery was done, I headed back to the shop to pick up the church order. I heard that the lady from the church had been furiously calling the shop, complaining about the delay. She did not seem pleased when I finally arrived with her order. Her first words were, "I don't care who's to blame, but this is forty-five minutes late. This should never happen, I've got hungry kids waiting."

I chose to remain silent.

"Not much of a talker, are you?" she prodded.

"Just trying to ensure you have a good day, ma’am," I replied coolly.

She scoffed, turned away, and as I muttered under my breath, "That’s very Christ-like of you."

Returning to the shop, predictably she had already called to complain about my 'mocking' her faith. My manager isn't my biggest fan, so she took the opportunity to lecture me about customer service, demanding I always apologize and smile, regardless of the situation.

I questioned whether it was justifiable to apologize and smile after being verbally abused, and she nearly terminated my employment on the spot.

Since I was already doing overtime this week, I decided to wait till the end of my shift today before quitting.

Does that make me a bad person?

Imagine if this scenario unfolded on a reality TV show. How intense would the reaction be on social media or among the show's viewers? The dramatic interaction could potentially become a pivotal moment, underscored by debates on professionalism, religious tolerance, and personal limits in service-oriented roles.

Plz 8gnore typos

Dumping my feelings here so I do t tell someone I know smth I'll regret

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I feel so tired and stil like idk I feel like absolute shit each day, my mind feels foggy and I think I have adhd but I can't get it diagnosed and it's wrecking my school life. I love been friend with one girl for like a year and a half and we were so close but she horridly impacted my health mentally or maybe I was always gonna be like this. I feel like in not actually close to any of my friend and I'm not very well liked. My friendships keep falling apart on my end and I feel like shit. Every friendship I enter in already thinking Aby when it's gonna end bc I've lost almost all my friendships

I'm constantly stressed abt my money for no reason and I feel bitter when I see my friend being able to spend money without feeling crippling guilt and even eating feels like a waste I don't wanna be a burden to .y family especially my mom and I think I can be a bad sister or daughter By grades keep slipping and I can pull myself together to fix it

I to8ght I was getting g better but I've started slipping again and I've been considering cat scratches ifykyk and I dunno why I'm doing g this anymore I wanna be in phycaitry bit I'm not smart enough to get into mrd school. Other than that people keep asking me to decide what I wanna do jn the future but I'm a ducking kid and I don't god damm know what I wanna do if the future Some of my friends ds (the 1year frie d) vents to me about her issues but I can't help but think that she's kinda got it goof and why can she vent but u can't without changing how people see me? I wanna help her but it took so much out of me. I care about her vut I find myself hating g her sometime I I hate myself for it and lots other sikt that I can't write anymore

So today was the day before my science exam, and I wasn’t ready at all. I did a mock test and apparently after I got out of shower, my mother didn’t look so glad. She had that look of disgust in her eyes— trouble.

She scolded me for getting 50% on my mock exam, it wasn’t even the real exam anyway :/, and guess what? She told me to die— like what type of parent does that? The exact line was “you’re lucky this is just a mock test, if it was real, then I would’ve killed you already” or smt I can’t really recall it;;

On the other day, she even got the house keys out and like— made me scared if? I forgot the word for it but i guess whoever is reading this gets it :(

I’ve been venting on my bed for the past few years, it started in 2023 when she grabbed my collar for going for a walk, and since then I would frequently write stuff on my bed— it’s double decked;; like in the corner that only shadows exist— hey my address is ********* you wanna see what I wrote? Nah jk… I’m lucky I grew up this bright right…

Idk how to say it but trigger warning: suicide??? forgive me 😕. No category fits this so I just picked the closest. 4 years ago, I lost my sister due to her taking her own life, I remember the day very vividly. And at first, I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t cry a lot and when I did it felt fake. Everything was strange for the next few weeks, just walking past her room and seeing she wasn’t there in her room on her phone or doing whatever, not having her sitting besides me during car rides, not having her bothering me every day. Even with still having my parents and brother, it still felt like a huge, really big loss. Everything felt quiet and empty, the house, going out with my family. Nothing felt the same anymore, my parents were depressed and I guess I was too young to notice. I was angry at her for that, how she made my parents feel, what she did and how it affected all of us. Maybe my age at the time was what made me so numb, or maybe I just haven’t processed it. We moved out some months after what happened, my parents couldn’t bear living in that house anymore. I began going to therapy because my parents made me go, I didn’t like it and never wanted to go. It took me like 1-2 years to finally begin feeling sad with her absence. I cried and my anger at her vanished and instead a deep feeling of guilt and sadness began to take place. I thought of what I could’ve did that caused what happened. And that guilt inside me began turning into a deep hatred for myself because I felt and thought and really believed that its my fault that it happened. I hated myself because I think I was a bad brother to her and that I couldn’t see details or anything that would have let me know how she was feeling, or maybe I did see them, and just didn’t pay attention to them. The hate for myself made me want to die, it’s made me hurt myself. It really hurt and I feel stupid now for doing that, but back then it felt like I deserved it. Those 4 years later, im older now, even older than her, finally some beard began growing and some moustache too, I got a broader chest and I’m finally taller. Now I hallways have a serious/neutral face, not looking like the happy kid I was before. There’s a family portrait in the entrance of my house, including my sister in it. Whenever friends that I haven’t known before it happened see it and ask who’s that. I never have anything to say to that. If I say my sister, they’d ask where is she, if I say someone else they’d ask the same thing. I just ignore the question and hope they don’t pry further. Something similar is when people ask if I have siblings, I say 1, which is my brother, but it feels wrong not saying 2 anymore. My family is still affected deeply by what happened, its not the same anymore and never will. My mom feels like it was her fault that it happened, some people even blame her for it, but I don’t. She’s really one of the best moms anyone could have. I don’t know how bad or well my dad is doing, he’s more closed off and I feel bad for not really checking on him or my mom. Now I regret not taking therapy seriously, it was a really good opportunity my parents gave me, the therapist was so nice and I didn’t take the opportunity now leaving myself with these unhealthy feelings instead of probably moving on and maybe being better. I began dreaming of her, dreams where she was still alive, or that instead of her actually taking her own life it was just a failed attempt and that we got her help and everything turned out okay. Every time I woke up I would cry, begging to god and praying it would be reality. I look at her photos every now and then and damn, I see what a beautiful person I lost. I look at my hands and just can’t believe that these hands once held my sister. I just look at myself in the mirror and just wonder how different how life would be like if in my place, my sister would be here. She was smarter, she was a better person, she’d be in a better place Im in right now, living better than how I’m living right now, maybe these fights with my parents wouldn’t have happened, maybe they wouldn’t be so stressed. Maybe the room I have right now would look better if it was her room. Maybe if I died instead of her, my parents wouldn’t have felt so bad like they did with my sister, or if I just died or never have been born she’d still be alive. I still go to school that she was in, which me and my brother have also always been in. I see the teachers that also gave classes to her. One time a teacher recognised me as her brother and asked me how she was, with her not coming. To avoid being asked anything more, or having to be vulnerable, I said she’s okay and nothing more. It made me quiet and pensive the rest of the day. I don’t blame him, no one really knows apart from her close friends and mine. It’s hard to bottle up how I feel, I would say it can become physically tiring. I suppose it takes a toll on you, I couldn’t handle it one time. I just broke down at school, crying like a baby. I have friends that helped me through it, and the counsellor at school helped me too. She called a teacher that knew me and my siblings too really well. I was surprised at how nice she was because when I was a kid I thought she was mean. But I really have to thank her for that hour long talk I had with her. I remember seeing the expression on my parent’s faces later that day, they seemed worried about me. I almost went back to therapy but I refused for some stupid reason. I’m not sure why but it wasn’t really talked about later. Now, like really now, present day, nowadays, I feel differently from how I felt back then. I personally would say I’m better, I’ve finally gone abroad which was my dream since I was a kid, I’ve grown up now and I don’t have to lie about my age just say I’m at least 13+, I’ve met new people which are actually pretty cool, I started playing football (American football) and turns out I’m pretty sick at it, I’ve taken an interest in drawing and even though I suck im going somewhere and most importantly, I don’t want to die anymore. I still feel bad because of what happened and I still feel that guilt and I blame myself for what happened. Ive vented to people and that helped a lot. I’m a bit proud of myself for being able to take some steps to move on and live better. Just now I noticed how much I wrote 😬, I haven’t even seen other posts on this site so I don’t know if this one sticks out like a sore thumb but idc I vented and I really needed it. I don’t think lots of people will read all this, but if you do, hi!!!!!!!!! And thanks.

what's the bloody point when you miss your ex, really? you're sitting there, 27, thinking you've moved past high school drama, but nope, you're right back there. they left you three months ago after three intense years together, and now you're spiraling into a bottomless pit of depression. is there a secret manual for getting over an ex that everyone else somehow got but you missed? if sharing this is going to make any sense, let's break it down.

to put it bluntly, it’s a daily grind. you wake up every day hoping for some magical cure or one of those flicks where you bump into someone in a coffee shop and everything just falls into place. spoiler alert: shit's not happening. your heart's tied to someone who might not have been the right puzzle piece after all. or maybe they were and universe is just screwing with you. you're stuck in a loop, thinking about her scent, her stupid laugh, the way she made you coffee on cold mornings. fair warning, you might become one of those coffee-obsessed nutcases pretty soon.

but seriously, what are your options when the loneliness eats you up daily? pretending you're okay is a common go-to. you dress up, put on that 'i don't give a damn' façade, but inside, oh boy, you know it's raining cats and dogs. you could dive into new hobbies or some self-help BS, but the reality is far from motivational quotes. sometimes, you're just lying on the couch questioning your existence or scrolling endlessly through social media pretending you’re searching for a life hack. it’s all a load of bollocks, innit?

sure, everyone sings the whole “focus on yourself” song, but let’s face it, they don’t know your pain, do they? it’s like everyone turned into self-help gurus overnight. everyone’s an expert in feelings except you. being miserable doesn't come with a handbook. eating ice cream or crying into a pillow is about as therapeutic as it gets. you want to ask the universe or whoever's in charge of this mess, “can I unsubscribe from heartbreak, please?” but you know better. it's not that easy, and you’re stuck trying not to curse your past life choices.

here’s the kicker – you're supposed to "move on" and "find someone better", but what if you just want a break from the circus of life?! let's be honest, there are no easy answers here. it's trial and error, with an extra slice of error just for good measure. you might miss her, but life's a bitch and life ain't waiting. are you going to keep reminiscing about the past or finally get off your ass and write a new chapter? time’s ticking, what’s your move?

Hey im lwk here to trauma dump and explain how i feel as someone who is in the process of getting diagnosed with bpd and cptsd.

So I have a extensive past so this may be a long read.

This all started with my uncle and step dad. Mainly my stepdad. He abused me for years I was about 4 when it started and 10 when it stopped thanks to my mum Finaly divorcing him. I'm glad I didn't get beaten by him but he would smack me and shove me around till my ass was brussied and I couldn't sit or lay down from the pain for days or even weeks. I became suicidal at 6 after losing friends and getting abused so often for literally just breathing to loud. Anyway around 7 my uncle gave me bad trauma around alcohol and some drugs he was very high of some very bad drugs dont remember exactly what one's but they where bad. He came home screaming and shouting and hit me and my God mother in the drug fueled rage and police where called. About 6 months later I had to move house from my school and few friends left for the first time. That became a staple I went to 8 schools. The new school was worse I had this one girl beat me black and blue in year 1 or 2 and she was aloud to stay on the playground I wasn't. That fucked up my sense of if you hurt someone that just means your better then them. (Also from my past abuse trauma i assumed it was okay and I was just weak.) Eventually we moved again out of state for a year when I go heavily pushed into Christianity and got touched by a teacher at that school. I was also exposed to porn and sexual content about 2 years earlier and these events made me very hypersexual at just 7/8 years old. At 8 I moved back to the old state. This is where it gets bad i recommend if you are sensitive to rape sexual assault abuse people Getting away with that grooming and more to click away.

We moved to a well know school and moved in with my grandparents. My cousin who was 1 year younger shared a room with me is very important here and will be mentioned soon. At this school it was good other then bulling for a bit and this one boy hunter in year 4 so a year after I moved he would start to touch me grab my ass and tits and thighs which later lead to rape. He was very violent and as I was his best friend I go put alone with him I his rages as I could claim him down.( by letting him touching me) this is also when my cousin mentioned earlier also began raping me. Every night in my own home. The first time I refused he was very mad and the next day at school saw me walk past and tackled me pulling my hair out in chunks and biting me. He moved out around 4-8 months later i dont remember exactly. In year 5 around the time my cousin left I began being closer with this girl hallie. She was extremely. Manipulative abusive and would assault me from time to time. She was a very bad person and gave me most of my trauma even despite hunter my stepdad my uncle and my cousin. She would leave me and come back as I got independent. She tried killing me think I was deathly allergic to something I had a mild reaction to because we had a mutual friend i was talking to.

After that I went to high school where the boy I liked told his older sister and she hated me so proceeded to try sell me a battery acid vape to kill me. This was 4 months after hallie tried. She was friends with this other girl Caitlin who would bash me. 2 .months later I moved schools. I was doing good. Then I got in a relationship with this dude Jason. He was fucked. He would use trauma I had and put his arm around my neck any time I tried to move which he knew was a move hallie would pull. He isolated me and made me completely dependant on him then I split on him once again after he said he never liked me and I broke up with him. I instantly regretted it a begged for him back. He got back with me for 1 day. And proceeded to just give my jumper back and say this isn't gonna work infront of all my friends and my whole class. I ran out crying my friends comfortated me but this sent me into a obsession. For months I would make fake a counts to stalk him I'd beg and bag for him back if get my friends involved. The day he broke up with me my best friend threw Potato wedges or smt at him. Instead of moving on and keeping my best friend I let Jason manipulate me again. He said he would get back with me if I stopped being friends with that friend and hated them. I stopped being friends with them and got in a punch on with them before I realised what happened. I had no boyfriend and ruined my best friendship.i went into a spiral and began dating 16-19 year olds at 13. Getting raped and abused more. This year I became friends with that old friend again. I developed a crush on them and now we have been dating 5 months. Its hard. We both have bpd. We both split. He has did. Some of his alters(maybe most) dont think i have bpd. Fair. Im not like his bpd. I dont show my splits very much anymore. I used to get violent when I did. I dont anymore. I start hating him. It feels like I'm going to do that again. Im scared i will hurt him.

Sometimes all I want to do i murder him. Sometimes him not being here makes me wanna kms. Sometimes being happy is like a manic episode or euphoria. Sometimes sadness feels like I'm going to jump. Anger is murder. Love is unreal and unsafe. The only love I know is abuse rape and manipulation. I dont know if me and him will make it.

I can't be with out him or I cut myself convinced he will leave. Him needing a break because we are literally almost 24/7 feels like a stab in the back. Like he is leaving and he broke up with me. Being with him feels like I'm drowning. I attached to him. His my favourite person and best friend but my enemy and least favourite at the same time. Im living off him but dying with him. I self sabotage I hurt him and test him push him to see if he will leave if he will hate me and I kmow he will soon. Im so disconnected and traumatised that i know he will leave because of it. Im dying with out him but I'm the one pushing him away.

I have identity issues that lead to spirals and episodes.

My relationships are intense and short relating to me splitting and breaking up with them or hurting/ pushing them away. I have rapid painful mood swings that are intense and affect other people aswell.

I make impulsive and frantic decisions to avoid abandonment.

This is only part of my story it would take to long to write the rest but here's the main story.

- me

I feel a little annoyed. I have nothing to do. I'm on vacation. Tomorrow should be a day I plan to go to work, but vacation takes me out of my routine. It's not something I enjoy. I loved being there at work. I felt like they were forcing my mind to focus on something else. Without work, I feel like my days will be the same, that I won't face anything new. Being alone in my house fills me.

The solitude of my house is overwhelming. I don't feel like reading or writing anything, even though I have that hobby, because I'm flooded with ideas. It's not a question of therapy, which has me very disappointed. I haven't been lucky enough to find a good therapist either. It saddens me not to have relationships that go beyond work.

There are two girls I interact with. Work is the only place where I have relationships because on the outside, they're barely a one-off contact, even though there are intentions from beyond. These girls only interact within the workplace, and the approaches that are appropriate for such events always involve the fear of losing out on a matter beyond the workplace.

I feel very sad. I have no one to talk to. I won't talk to my coworker or my boss, with whom I felt that supportive company. I enjoyed their games, their considerations, and those scoldings that reinforced order. I felt protected by this, as well as by higher-ranking authorities, who I feel respect me in a loving way. When I'm at home, it's just me.

My father may be there, who is the only person I count on, but I have to admit that nothing is the same for him. I barely see him once a week, and it's only to maintain the relationship as a means of supporting me with income. It's something I feel hypocritical about, although lately I've tried to keep contact brief so as not to raise as many hopes as possible for a future beyond such encounters, for a closeness that could pave the way for us together. These meetings, precisely, allow us to emphasize that everyone is on their own, as long as the economic issue is present, since otherwise it will become a struggle in which there will be attempts to disrupt each other's routine, just as meetings would be more numerous each week.

Frankly, I loved being at work. Now, my only friends these days are my walks, the television, and access to the internet, nothing more, where no one speaks to me knowing it's me, but instead I rejoice in more knowledge, which, for the one I have, is already overwhelming due to the fact that it creates a distance from others, which has long since tired me out. I have to admit that distancing myself from my reflections has given me the benefit of being more in touch with others, due to the fact that I don't sophisticate my language. However, I feel this has been a betrayal on my part, since I truly enjoy such a matter.

I've never been able to understand myself or truly understand others. I've never managed to form a real attachment to someone without feeling like I'm lying to myself, and it's the same with my parents and friends. On top of that, I feel completely empty all the time. I can't even physically cry anymore—I feel hollow, like there's no solution. Yet, I've been seeing a psychologist for three years, as well as a child psychiatrist. I'm only 15, but honestly, I can't see myself making it to 25.

[Translated from French as IIWIARS is English only]

I'm a 16-year-old guy living at home with my family, which means I'm no stranger to household chores. However, my real passion is cooking, something I've taken to heart over the past three years. While I originally started cooking just for myself, my love for the kitchen didn't go unnoticed by my family, leading them to tack on the responsibility of preparing meals for everyone to my list of chores. Though it started well, I grew frustrated as my family, including my parents and siblings, began bombarding me with incessant critiques.

Every meal became a barrage of complaints: things were too spicy, or not spicy enough; someone wanted rice, another preferred noodles; requests for less meat, more veggies, then no veggies at all. Constructive criticism was rare, replaced mostly by grumbles and discontent. All these demands wore me down, especially when balancing them with schoolwork; I couldn't feasibly accommodate everyone's whims into one dinner. I once tried to establish a weekly meal plan, but the complaints persisted post-meal, never before.

After discussing my struggles, my mother brushed them off, suggesting this thanklessness was part and parcel of cooking for a family—a sentiment echoed by her own experiences. This wasn't comforting, particularly when my cooking was outright disparaged. Feeling unappreciated, I decided to revert to cooking solely for myself, leading to an uproar at home and accusations of disrespect, which culminated in me being grounded.

Imagine if this situation unfolded on a reality show—cameras capturing every eye roll and unwarranted critique from my family, my growing frustration, and finally my bold decision to just cook for myself. The audience would be on the edge of their seats, likely split between rooting for my independence and critiquing me for not meeting my family's varied tastes.

Is it bad that I stopped cooking for my family?

I can't self diagnose or anything but I'm 98% sure I'm autistic, the stories my family tells me about when I was younger add up to the autism symptoms I feel now. I've taken the Raads-R test or whatever it's called, I've actually take a bunch, all which lead to the general consensus that I do in fact most definitely have autism. I don't know how to tell my parents. they're asian and they told me a couple years ago that autistic people are weird and not normal or whatever and they probably dont believe anything i try to tell them. they dont believe im aromantic and that me being a tomboy is just a phase. life is becominig harder and harder and i dont know. i just cant do naything. the amount of stress increases every day and whenever i cry or say something about it theyre like oh its cause of that phone your addicted to. I barely have screentime because im so busy, i dance and im at school all day to the point where i only come home to sleep. they are. also pushing me to go to college, which I cant be bothered anymore. I dont. want to go to school anymore and I want to dance. I want to go to europe and dance or something like that. I don't know i dont thik my parents will support me. They'll probably be like u cant make a living, u have to go to college. you porblably got this idea from your phone didn't u. like idk anymore, what do i have to do to convince my parents

My dad has schizophrenia. Ever since childhood it has been my insecurity. One day when I was in class 1 my dad randomly can to my friend and started saying random shit to him and it scared him. I am used to this behavior but many people don't know what schizophrenia is . Similar incidents like this has happened all through my life . Now I am in class 12 and nothing has changed,. This creates negavity in my mind. I feel like people's attitude towards me changes when they come to know about my family situation.