u/2inchesabovethehole

My nephew is in his last year of high school and is considering a career in the military. He scored a 93 on the ASVAB and has stated he would want an MOS that would challenge his brain mentally but also be an easy transition to a civilian career after he got out. Since I was a Marine and only know that the AF hires Hilton to set up its field tents and the navy is full of people who think taxi is spelled N-A-V-Y. I have swallowed my pride and come to Reddit to ask for advice on his behalf. So what MOS would be the best fit for what he’s looking for? Thanks in advance!

*TRIGGER WARNING!!!!*

*READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED*

*The following submission contains instances of SA, mutilation, violence and torture. If any of these topics are triggers or you feel that they may be too much for you mentally please do not read past this point.*

Was commenting on a post a few weeks back that asked “How do you feel about fireworks?” And a fellow combat veteran and myself were discussing how they trigger our PTSD and immediately 2 people stated we have problems and need to seek therapy. The problem is some people suffered traumatic incidents that no amount of therapy or talking it out will ever help with.

For instance, during my second deployment to Iraq we found a building in a city that was being used as a makeshift prison by the insurgent group we were fighting. There were 35 people locked in various rooms, a room for torture with a deceased person’s mutilated body discarded in a corner and a younger woman locked in a smaller room with a sheet wrapped tightly around her head and her clothes removed with painfully obvious signs of SA present. After being treated by a corpsman we began asking some of the captives the typical what’s and why’s. The woman explained how she had been SA’d multiple times a day by various men over the past week, including some of the men who were locked in other rooms as prisoners.

During a patrol around a city in Liberia we had a young boy come to us begging us to help his mom. We very skeptically followed the kid and found his mom laid on the floor bleeding from her breasts, with an infant laid maybe 2-3 feet away. Upon questioning we learned the boy woke up to her being SA’d by a Guerilla fighter and ran to get help (us) before we could get there the man had cut the woman’s nipples off so she couldn’t breastfeed anymore and left.

The painful reality for many people is that sometimes therapy is useless for certain traumas and that goes for anyone not just combat veterans. It’s become the lazy answer given by people who have no clue what true unbridled trauma really is and seeing people, who consider Starbucks getting their order wrong traumatic, tell people they have problems and to seek therapy is one of the only instances where I believe a firm backhand is warranted.

My brain associates sudden loud explosions with the memories I gained during combat, so for me the first week of July and the week leading up to and after the new year always feels like a very twisted and messed up groundhogs day. I love that my neighbors and friends have the freedom to set off fireworks but I also really hate fireworks.

Rant over

*If you read this far, thank you for taking the time out of your day to do so. I do apologize if any of this may have triggered anyone who didn’t take the trigger warning seriously.*

For post reference I will be changing names here

Hank = Me

Peggy = Wife

Nancy = Wife’s friend

I called my wife today and was out on speaker phone while she dyed her friends her. Nancy spent most of the time bad mouthing her husband and complaining how he’s always tired when he gets home but his job isn’t even that stressing stating “I could do his job and still cook dinner if I had to.” Then she went on to state “I bet you could do any one of Hank’s jobs if you had to” To which Peggy responded “I get anxiety driving around the city in my car so I know I couldn’t drive a fully loaded semi truck and I’m not the best with confrontations so I would’ve made a terrible combat marine.” I finally chimed in with “I don’t like looking at people’s mouths so I know I couldn’t be a dental assistant like Peggy can” Nancy kind of dropped it after this but it got me curious.

Could you or could you not succeed at you S/O’s job?

My wife has worked for a local dentist as a dental assistant for the last eighteen years and in those 18 years she has given birth to our youngest two children. As for a lot of moms out there she did struggle with how her body looked after having children but through a lot of hard work in the gym and changing her diet she finally regained her body confidence about ten years ago and has been absolutely awesome at complimenting her own looks and just being happy in her body. She got so confident infact that she began wearing tighter fitting scrubs that really showcase her curves.

About 2-3 weeks ago one of the younger girls who works with her said “Dang, you got that Pixar mom butt going!” My wife took this as the girl saying her butt looked funny or bad. I told her “most men my age have a thing for mom bods because of Pixar.” (Wrong answer by the way). The incident seemed to get swept under the rug and I thought she had moved on but then she wanted to go buy her some new scrubs and jeans, the entire time she was trying them on she’d put a pair on, step out of the dressing room, turn around and ask “do these make my butt look fat?” I kept trying to reassure her that she looked stunning and perfect but I could tell it was still bothering her. She ended up buying looser fitting pants that don’t cling so much.

I wish there was something I could do to reassure her that there is absolutely nothing wrong with her body but I don’t know what to say or do to show her that but she seems to refuse to believe anything I say on the matter. I could use some advice here. How do I help her past this? Thanks in advance.

Edit: I’m wanting to send her this thread. Thank you all for the kind and reaffirming comments! Not gonna lie still a little nervous cause “you’re talking about my insecurities on Reddit?” But once I muster the courage I’m considering showing her.

It’s absolutely infuriating when I’m in a line of people and someone is at the counter purchasing multiples of every damn powerball ticket their gambling addicted brain can rattle off. If the cashier sees the customer is gonna take 5+ minutes, to get all of their stuff, or if the store only has a single register the cashier should have every right and courtesy to go “hey, I got a small line forming let me get to them and I’ll get your lottery stuff.”

Sorry, just spent 10 minutes in a line, at a store with only 1 register, waiting for a guy to run out of money on powerball tickets.