u/ApartmentOld234

Je to pár dní co se mi někdo snažil vloupat do domu. A popravdě nevím, jak dál mám postupovat.

Ve 3:50 ráno, zrovna tu noc jsem byla doma sama. Slyšela jsem velmi hlasité dobývání na dveře, pokus o otevírání a všechno všude padalo. Jelikož bydlím ve starém domě, znělo to jako že se ten člověk dobyl dovnitř. Volala jsem 158. Než mi to ale zvedli, tak jsem rozsvítila, šla dolů (pokoj mám v prvním patře) s tyčí k hlavnímu vchodu který jsem odemkla a nikdo tam už nebyl.

Po rozhovoru se 158 policie nepřijela. Říkali mi, že pokud ten člověk není uvnitř a nepoškodil okno/dveře, tak není co řešit…🤷🏻‍♀️ Navíc jsem to telefonu brečela tak si asi říkali, že jsem blázen🤦🏻‍♀️ Můj hlas prý zní na 10 let :/ Nechtěli po mě žádné info (jméno, věk, atd), nebo tak. Nahodili, jestli chci poslat hlídku, ale řekli mi že to není nutné tak jsem se bála říct, že jo. Předpokládam, že mají tisíckrát horší případy. Řekla jsem, že sama nevím a oni řekli, že mi teda policii neposlou.

Celý dům jsem projela s tou tyčí tedy sama a nikdo nikde nebyl. Ráno jsem našla na dveřích hlavního vchodu asi 8 otisků prstů+ruky. Ale jestli to náhodou nebyly moje, to fakt nevím.

Pořád mám takový nejistý pocit a vrtá mi hlavou kdo to byl a proč to udělal... Žádný kamarády moje toto nedělají (a i jsem si to ověřila :D).

Měla jsem trvat na tom, aby mi 158 poslala hlídku? Mám to nějak víc řešit? Stalo se vám něco takového někdy? Máte doma kamerový systém?

Jak říká titul, moje máma si myslí, že wifi je radioaktivní. To samé s mikrovlnkama a opalovacím krémem ale to se dá vydržet :D

Co se ale nedá vydržet, jsou její denní argumenty o wifi. Já mám potom problém odeslat věci do školy protože nemám připojení.

Wifi prostě v žádném světě radioaktivní není a nikdy nebude. Wifi je non ionizované záření, které je pro člověka neškodné.

Ona u toho pracuje od rána do večera (hned vedle toho), ale když přijde večer/podvečer tak to prý “pouští radioaktivitu a způsobuje rakovinu”. Ona spí hlavou blíž k sousedům kde samozřejmě wiif mají (a často teda slabě chytám jejich :D) ale to naše je prý způsobuje rakovinu.

Snažila jsem se jí vysvětlit tolikrát proč a jak to není karcinogenní. Ale někdy jsem fakt strašně moc frustrovaná. Je nějaký způsob, jak jí to vysvětlit? Maté někdo taky takového rodiče?

Jak přežívate vedra? Co vám pomáhá na schlazení místnosti?

Nevím, jak to vedro popsat. Jsem ze studených krajin a tohle jsem teda dlouho nezažila. V pokoji se nedá dýchat, točí se mi hlava, je mi na zvracení. Klimatizaci nemám. Mám malý fén který si pouštím na hlavu ale je to k nevydrženi. Oblečení mokrý potem. Piju vodu. Mám okolo sebe obvázanou “mraženou” zeleninu :D Mam zavřené záclony aby sem nepražilo slunko. Doslova bych řekla, že venku je tak o jeden stupeň méně než v mém pokoji. Jak ten pokoj mam ochladit? Pls send tips🙏🏻 I'm dying :)

My mom doesn't believe in my medical issues at all. I have a (severe) progressive genetic disorder and when I was diagnosed? She told me “it's the doctors subjective feeling, you don't have that, you're faking”. Mind you she saw the genetic report and biopsy results. When I end up in the PICU? She yells at me over the phone and tells me to stop faking, she's never visited me in the hospital unless it's to yell at me. When I had a TIA (mini stroke) a few years ago? She locked me in the car because I was “being dramatic burden”. When I had whooping cough for 3 months? She told me “it's just whooping cough” so I coughed out my lungs without antibiotics for 3 months and ended up malnourished in sepsis. One time I spent 16 hours in respiratory failure because she said it's in my head. That day was the closest to that being it. I will never forget the look on the paramedics’ face.

She also doesn't believe in most injuries (I used to do sports). She just doesn't believe in anything. And don't even let me get started on mental health issues. I don't personally think I've ever given her a reason not to trust me so I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Is there something wrong with me? What can I fix?

***Also I just graduated HS so I'm going to find a fulltime job this summer to hopefully support myself next year so please don't come at me saying why I'm still in her house. I didn't have another option until now.

My mom doesn't believe in my medical issues at all. I have a (severe) progressive genetic disorder and when I was diagnosed? She told me “it's the doctors subjective feeling, you don't have that, you're faking”. Mind you she saw the genetic report and biopsy results. When I end up in the PICU? She yells at me over the phone and tells me to stop faking, she's never visited me in the hospital unless it's to yell at me. When I had a TIA (mini stroke) a few years ago? She locked me in the car because I was “being dramatic burden”. When I had whooping cough for 3 months? She told me “it's just whooping cough” so I coughed out my lungs without antibiotics for 3 months and ended up malnourished in sepsis. One time I spent 16 hours in respiratory failure because she said it's in my head. That day was the closest to that being it. I will never forget the look on the paramedics’ face.

She also doesn't believe in most injuries (I used to do sports). She just doesn't believe in anything. And don't even let me get started on mental health issues. I don't personally think I've ever given her a reason not to trust me so I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Is there something wrong with me?

***Also I just graduated HS so I'm going to find a fulltime job this summer to hopefully support myself next year so please don't come at me saying why I'm still in her house. I didn't have another option until now.

​My mom doesn't believe in my medical issues at all. I have a (severe) progressive genetic disorder and when I was diagnosed? She told me “it's the doctors subjective feeling, you don't have that, you're faking”. Mind you she saw the genetic report and biopsy results. When I end up in the PICU? She yells at me over the phone and tells me to stop faking, she's never visited me in the hospital unless it's to yell at me. When I had a TIA (mini stroke) a few years ago? She locked me in the car because I was “being dramatic burden”. When I had whooping cough for 3 months? She told me “it's just whooping cough” so I coughed out my lungs without antibiotics for 3 months and ended up malnourished in sepsis. One time I spent 16 hours in respiratory failure because she said it's in my head. That day was the closest to that being it. I will never forget the look on the paramedics’ face.

She also doesn't believe in most injuries (I used to do sports). She just doesn't believe in anything. And don't even let me get started on mental health issues. I don't personally think I've ever given her a reason not to trust me so I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Has anyone personally gone through this? Is there a way to make her believe the issues are real? Is there something wrong with me?

***Also I just graduated HS so I'm going to find a fulltime job this summer to hopefully support myself next year so please don't come at me saying why I'm still in her house. I didn't have another option until now.

I don't know if this is NSFW content (according to the rules I have read it seems like it doesn't fit the categories) ​but I can't find the NSFW button - if anyone could help would be appreciated🙏🏻

ano, jedná se o klasický brečící Reddit post, tak si nehezké komentáře nechte pro sebe a klidně hezky přeskočte :))

Jednoduše řečeno, jedna diagnóza mi včera v 18ti letech změnila úplně všechno.

Jak se smířit s tím, že po určité věci váš život už nikdy nebude stejný?

Ještě před diagnózou jsem dodělala maturitu, minulý týden jsem byla přijata na svou vysněnou VŠ, kde pravděpodobně už nebudu moc studovat. Nebudu moct mít děti. Nebudu moct žít život bez doživotní léčby, která bude zabírat několik hodin denně, ze které mi stejně bude blbě a jelikož konkrétní lék neexistuje, tak to bude spíš léčba pro srandu králíků než nějaký zázrak. Nebudu moct téměř nic, co by mě mohlo nějak ohrozit, což při mém aktivním životním stylu je téměř vše. Budu pomalu vidět moje tělo odcházet zatím co moji vrstevníci chodí na party a užívají života. Jsem zatím první na světě s touto variantou této konkrétní nemocí. O to víc depresivní. Cítím se v tom prostě sama, jakože můj život který ještě předtím, než začal, skončil. Nemocnice mě v tom nechala (psychicky) sama, jelikož jsem dospělá.

A ano, vím, že všechno se stane z nějakého důvodu. Že prostě nějaký důvod pro to byl, ale já ten důvod jak moc hledám, nevidím. Už druhý den brečím a cítím takovou bezmoc, že to nejde popsat.

Jak se s tím smířit? Jak s tím žít? Stalo se něco podobného třeba někomu z vás? Dostali jste se nějak z toho pocitu bezmoci?

I put the wrong DOB in the app to check in. Am I screwed? Ryan air is not responding. Boarding in 6hrs

Flying into Bari, IT tomorrow and really want to stay near beaches preferably sandy (or swimmable). Where would you recommend to stay? Would you go beyond Bari to Monopoli? I'm getting there at around 12am. Staying 23.5-27.5.

Flying into Bari, IT tomorrow and really want to stay near beaches preferably sandy (or swimmable). Where would you recommend to stay? Would you go beyond Bari to Monopoli? I'm getting there at around 12am. Staying 23.5-27.5.

Při nástupu do autobusu jsem pozdravila a slušně informovala řidiče, že si přeju koupit jízdenku kartou do určité stanice (neukamenujte mě za to, že nemám lítačku loll prostě touhle trasou tak často nejezdím)

Řidič na můj dotaz nereagoval a chvíli mlčel, proto jsem v domnění, že je platební terminál aktivní, přiložila kartu k zařízení.

Začal velmi hlasitě a hrubě křičet. Křičel, že „tahle generace je hrozná a moc rychlá, ať si je strčíme někam, kdo má rozumět kartám“ a kritizoval tak docela všechno.

Byl extrémně naštvaný, tak se prudce rozjel v okamžiku, kdy jsem ještě čekala na to, až mi terminál vytiskne lístek. V důsledku toho jsem ztratila rovnováhu a musela se chytit terminálu a nějakého zábradlí, co tam bylo.

Když jsem postoupila dále do autobusu tak ještě pořád pokračoval ve křičení, tak jsem si nandala sluchátka a sedla si dozadu lol.

Co jsem udělala špatně? Je tohle jednání normální?🙈 Nechali byste to tak být?

Long story short: my therapist has no boundaries. And it's causing insane attachment issues.

I’ve been seeing a “therapist” for about 3 months. Its no longer healthy for me but I'm very attached. I was mentally fine before therapy and now a couple months in I'm a useless mentally broken zombie.

Here is what therapy looks like:

1. There was never any intake paperwork, consent forms, or formal agreement. There is nothing on paper. Not one signature.

2. No clear payment system was ever discussed (I still don’t know how it’s officially handled) and I hope I don't owe him hundreds or thousands of Euros by now. But I assume insurance he mumbled something about it the first session but tbh I have no clue.

3. No cancellation policy: he tells me I can text him same day if I don’t want to come

4. Sessions are supposed to be 35-40mins (he said this during the first session) but often go 80-100mins - which I don't mind, but I feel bad for him.

5. He doesn’t give advice or structure the sessions. It goes like: I have a problem - I talk about it to him - he doesn't give advice so on the spot I give it to myself - and he nods that the advice I gave myself is good.

6. There is no method or treatment plan

7. I actually feel SO much worse over time, not better. After sessions I feel fine, but over time I don't. Due to being attached and I don't even know why.

8. He's not a therapist, just calls himself that. I think he's a businessman/salesperson in his other job. But in Germany (Dresden - where this is taking place), anyone can basically call themselves a therapist. So it's advertised as therapy, but it's actually not.

Also: the biggest problem: Recently he's started scheduling sessions further apart -> 4-6 weeks. This has been triggering a pretty intense emotional reaction in me (panic/crying/feeling abandoned), and I realized how dependent I’ve become on the sessions emotionally, even though all they do is make me worse.

Has anyone seen anything like this before? Is this normal in any therapeutic approach, or is this actually a red flag situation?

It's taking place in Dresden. I don't actually live in Germany, I commute from a close by neighboring country, so maybe I'm just not used to the German culture (but friends I've talked to from Germany say this is not normal here).

Long story short: my therapist has no boundaries. And it's causing insane attachment issues.

I’ve been seeing a “therapist” for about 3 months. Its no longer healthy for me but I'm very attached. I was mentally fine before therapy and now a couple months in I'm a useless mentally broken zombie.

Here is what therapy looks like:

1. There was never any intake paperwork, consent forms, or formal agreement. There is nothing on paper. Not one signature.

2. No clear payment system was ever discussed (I still don’t know how it’s officially handled) and I hope I don't owe him hundreds or thousands of Euros by now. But I assume insurance he mumbled something about it the first session but tbh I have no clue.

3. No cancellation policy: he tells me I can text him same day if I don’t want to come

4. Sessions are supposed to be 35-40mins (he said this during the first session) but often go 80-100mins - which I don't mind, but I feel bad for him.

5. He doesn’t give advice or structure the sessions. It goes like: I have a problem - I talk about it to him - he doesn't give advice so on the spot I give it to myself - and he nods that the advice I gave myself is good.

6. There is no method or treatment plan

7. I actually feel SO much worse over time, not better. After sessions I feel fine, but over time I don't. Due to being attached and I don't even know why.

8. He's not a therapist, just calls himself that. I think he's a businessman/salesperson in his other job. But in Germany (Dresden - where this is taking place), anyone can basically call themselves a therapist. So it's advertised as therapy, but it's actually not.

Also: the biggest problem: Recently he's started scheduling sessions further apart -> 4-6 weeks. This has been triggering a pretty intense emotional reaction in me (panic/crying/feeling abandoned), and I realized how dependent I’ve become on the sessions emotionally, even though all they do is make me worse.

Has anyone seen anything like this before? Is this normal in any therapeutic approach, or is this actually a red flag situation?

It's taking place in Dresden. I don't actually live in Germany, I commute from a close by neighboring country, so maybe I'm just not used to the German culture (but friends I've talked to from Germany say this is not normal here).

Long story short: my therapist has no boundaries. And it's causing insane attachment issues.

I’ve been seeing a “therapist” for about 3 months. Its no longer healthy for me but I'm very attached. I was mentally fine before therapy and now a couple months in I'm a useless mentally broken zombie.

Here is what therapy looks like:

1. There was never any intake paperwork, consent forms, or formal agreement. There is nothing on paper. Not one signature.

2. No clear payment system was ever discussed (I still don’t know how it’s officially handled) and I hope I don't owe him hundreds or thousands of Euros by now. But I assume insurance he mumbled something about it the first session but tbh I have no clue.

3. No cancellation policy: he tells me I can text him same day if I don’t want to come

4. Sessions are supposed to be 35-40mins (he said this during the first session) but often go 80-100mins - which I don't mind, but I feel bad for him.

5. He doesn’t give advice or structure the sessions. It goes like: I have a problem - I talk about it to him - he doesn't give advice so on the spot I give it to myself - and he nods that the advice I gave myself is good.

6. There is no method or treatment plan

7. I actually feel SO much worse over time, not better. After sessions I feel fine, but over time I don't. Due to being attached and I don't even know why.

8. He's not a therapist, just calls himself that. I think he's a businessman/salesperson in his other job. But in Germany (Dresden - where this is taking place), anyone can basically call themselves a therapist. So it's advertised as therapy, but it's actually not.

Also: the biggest problem: Recently he's started scheduling sessions further apart -> 4-6 weeks. This has been triggering a pretty intense emotional reaction in me (panic/crying/feeling abandoned), and I realized how dependent I’ve become on the sessions emotionally, even though all they do is make me worse.

Has anyone seen anything like this before? Is this normal in any therapeutic approach, or is this actually a red flag situation?

It's taking place in Dresden. I don't actually live in Germany, I commute from a close by neighboring country, so maybe I'm just not used to the German culture (but friends I've talked to from Germany say this is not normal here).