u/AloneDebt2693

Being an Autimagus(Autistic Mage) is truly a difficult path to walk. Dealing with Witches is something I actively try to avoid, but when they do approach me I find my Mana slipping through my fingers. I have power and control over lesser witches, but witches with greater black magic always cause discomfort to me. I spent years becoming a stronger Battlemage(saw it in another post that they are among us), but I doubt I will be able to ascend to this form. Truly a sad state.

Hello, I'm a 32 year old man who feels called to Orthodoxy. I feel the communal and historical basis of the faith calls to me in a way that's kinda hard to explain, but I do want to try. I have mental health issues, and have struggled with a very difficult life. The reason I say this is I don't want to be just the weird neurodivergent quiet guy like in every other aspect of my life. I'd like to actually be engaged with my church and the people in it.

I've always been awkward since I was a child, and with the passage of time many of my flaws have grown like my anxiety and depression. I don't expect Orthodoxy to just solve these things for me, I just want to do my best. I'm neither Greek nor Russian, and realistically I don't even know how to communicate super effectively with people period. Is there any advice anyone might have for me with how I can approach this? I want to be a better man, but I'm just afraid. Any advice is appreciated.

Hello, so I recently got hired at what is clearly an understaffed target or at least one where the staff are too busy to multitask outside of their respective roles. I was never trained on literally anything, and had to pick up what I barely know from just being told "go over here and do x or speak to y".

When I ask questions of other staff I'm excessively polite and am met with either indifference, avoidance, or a kinda attitude like "great now I gotta stop what I'm doing!". The two team leads I have are nice enough, but the problem is the HR/Manager person who Im not even sure what their role is. I've been working the morning shift 4-12:30 the past month, and it's been killing me since this is my second job(I'm trying to make it my only one). I requested last week that I at least for that one week be given a shift starting at 8 hell even 6, so I can reasonably get some decent sleep to adjust. Well, I was told to kick rocks on that.

After being thrown around the store one day being chewed out for not doing things I EITHER WASNT TOLD TO AND ESPECIALLY WASNT TRAINED FOR, the same HR person ambushes me on the top of the escalator one day to basically give me an animated explanation of when I clocked out for lunch 1 minute late Im probably gonna get termed. This is after I was basically harassed all day by different people telling me to do this or that. I ended up in the hospital on Monday from exhaustion, and couldn't even really eat anything for like two days since I was vomiting so much. It's not the labor that's an issue, in fact I can handle the labor just fine.

What my issue is here is I keep being chewed out, condescended to(since the HR/Manager person talks in an excessively animated condescending manner), not being trained on anything, and then being reprimanded when said lack of training leads to subpar work. I work general Merchandise in the market section and am just looking for advice? Do I just quit? If it's this hostile of an environment 1 month in it's probably not gonna get any better, huh?

I need the money or face death, so it is what it is.

Edit:Also? Perfect with guests and work generally. As in when the task is laid out and clear there's no issues. I can work register perfectly, organize, and push fine. Zoning was just annoying since Im always called away by other people before I can properly do so.

My anxiety hasn't diminished really at all, despite how much I put myself out there. There's no good jobs presenting themselves, and even committing to the job I currently possess is a dead end. I've improved my looks markedly, but still am pretty sharply ghosted by women on the regular. I don't feel any better in any meaningful sense.

I feel like I can point at this thing or that thing and say "eh yea that's better I guess", but it isn't making a material difference in my life. I'm going to be frank unless things start to change like drastically in my life I feel like I'm going to fall off the wagon and stop giving a fuck again.