u/Fearless-Gain-8914

I hate when I share a weird experience Ive had and some stranger accuses me of lying. Like I'm sorry were you there? No I didn't think you were. Ive lived long enough and have known some crazy sketchy people to have experienced some weird shit. You don't know me from anybody else. Doesn't happen every time I share but it's happened enough for me to just roll my eyes and sigh. EDIT: the thing I was accused of lying about was that my ex best friend dated my first love and got pregnant by him

I hate when I share a weird experience Ive had and some stranger accuses me of lying. Like I'm sorry were you there? No I didn't think you were. Ive lived long enough and have known some crazy sketchy people to have experienced some weird shit. You don't know me from anybody else. Doesn't happen every time I share but it's happened enough for me to just roll my eyes and sigh. Edit: someone accused me of lying when I said that my ex friend dated and got pregnant by the first guy I ever loved

I had a friend from the time I was 12 until I was in my mid 20s. We did everything together for years. We had each other's backs and rarely fought. I kept her secrets but she didn't keep mine. Then once we became adults things started changing for the worst. I remember being in highschool and she got pregnant by my first love, my ex. I had pined over him for a few years. Honestly looking back this should have been the end. I would never have done that to her. Then when we were 19 I invited her over to do laundry at my house and out of nowhere she said "you've always been fatter than me". Like wtf is wrong with you?! That should have been the end right? It wasn't. Things carried on until we were in our 20s and I had sort of tried to distance myself. Then the catalyst was when I confided in her that I was raped by a guy named Zack. She knew his whole name and what he did to me, only to turn around and date him. I dropped her so fast after that and now my life is more drama free.

TLDR:A man who was becoming my friend made my psychosis worse by telling me disturbing shit

Awhile ago I sustained a pretty bad head injury. About a week after, I went into psychosis. I didn't think I was real anymore. I would just sob and cry over literally nothing. I would rock back and forth and plead with someone who wasn't there to just take me. Because I genuinely thought I was not supposed to be there anymore. I wasn't anything like myself and it was so scary. I had been talking to this guy for 2 months at the time and I thought we were becoming friends. He knew I was in psychosis. But for some reason decided to tell me he was into having sex with dead people. I thought he was joking but quickly realized he was serious when he went on to say "corpses can't speak ." Then went on to tell me what level of decomp he'd prefer. Literally said " not an old body but a few days old". I was still out of my head and thought I or someone else was in danger. I went completely off the deep end. I did something that went against my usual judgement, panicked and went to reddit. I had planned on telling his commander (he's military police)because I thought he was going to hurt someone. I got half the people flaming me for wanting to tell someone and the other half completely disgusted and telling me to tell someone. I was so confused. I never doxxed him because I don't believe in it. It took awhile for me to feel better. Once I got into therapy my therapist told me that sometimes people will test the waters and push your boundaries with insane confessions to test how much you're willing to go along.

Mine is Lights Out. I cannot look into a mirror in the dark now. It freaks me out so bad lol.

Awhile ago I sustained a pretty bad head injury. About a week after, I went into psychosis. I didn't think I was real anymore. I would just sob and cry over literally nothing. I would rock back and forth and plead with someone who wasn't there to just take me. Because I genuinely thought I was not supposed to be there anymore. I wasn't anything like myself and it was so scary. I had been talking to this guy for 2 months at the time and I thought we were becoming friends. He knew I was in psychosis. But for some reason decided to tell me he was into having sex with dead people. I thought he was joking but quickly realized he was serious when he went on to say "corpses can't speak ." Then went on to tell me what level of decomp he'd prefer. Literally said " not an old body but a few days old". I was still out of my head and thought I or someone else was in danger. I went completely off the deep end. I did something that went against my usual judgement, panicked and went to reddit. I had planned on telling his commander (he's military police)because I thought he was going to hurt someone. I got half the people flaming me for wanting to tell someone and the other half completely disgusted and telling me to tell someone. I was so confused. I never doxxed him because I don't believe in it. It took awhile for me to feel better. Once I got into therapy my therapist told me that sometimes people will test the waters and push your boundaries with insane confessions to test how much you're willing to go along.

Awhile ago I sustained a pretty bad head injury. About a week after, I went into psychosis. I didn't think I was real anymore. I would just sob and cry over literally nothing. I would rock back and forth and plead with someone who wasn't there to just take me. Because I genuinely thought I was not supposed to be there anymore. I wasn't anything like myself and it was so scary. I had been talking to this guy for 2 months at the time and I thought we were becoming friends. He knew I was in psychosis. But for some reason decided to tell me he was into fucking dead people. I thought he was joking but quickly realized he was serious when he went on to say "corpses can't speak ." Then went on to tell me what level of decomp he'd prefer. Literally said " not an old body but a few days old, yes". I was still out of my head and thought I or someone else was in danger. I went completely off the deep end. I did something that went against my usual judgement, panicked and went to reddit. I had planned on telling his commander (he's military police)because I thought he was going to hurt someone. I got half the people flaming me for wanting to tell someone and the other half completely disgusted and telling me to tell someone. I was so confused. I never doxxed him because I don't believe in it. It took awhile for me to feel better. Once I got into therapy my therapist told me that sometimes people will test the waters and push your boundaries with insane confessions to test how much you're willing to go along.

Would you take criticism if they immediately jump to ableism, attacking looks, derogatory language, armchair diagnosing, cruelty and attacking things that have nothing to do with the conversation?

I believe most everyone can change if they have guidance and a will to do so. I have hope for people. Maybe too much sometimes but I truly like to help people change if I can. Edit: this is about my partner having regrets and wanting to change

My partner and I had the worst argument we've ever had. We rarely argue but this one was horrible. It started because my partner hasn't been paying child support for their son (from another woman) for months. I said something I can't forgive myself for. They forgave me just like I would forgive them if they said the exact same thing but I'm having a hard time letting my part go. My parents were neglectful and I will not tolerate it in a partner. We both promised to do better and work it out individually in therapy but I still feel like a complete jerk who needs to control my anger better.