u/Indigo_evenings11

I’m (17f) a person who feels emotions very strongly, always have been. When I’m happy I’m the happiest on earth, when I’m angry I want to tear apart everything and when I’m sad life is completely pointless.

But how I act when I feel joy is something I’m really embarrassed about. With people I trust I will jump around, clap my hands, move my entire body and make happy noises. I feel childish. I suppress my urges to act like this whenever I’m in school for example or with people I don’t feel that comfortable with. I don’t understand why I act like this when I’m happy, I’m not five anymore. And I get these energy bursts, which I’m known for in my family, where I will not shut up for the life of me and I will not stop moving. I can be jumping on the sofa or stretching on the floor while talking about whatever topic I’m currently passionate about.

I am a very passionate person. I feel much and I know much. But I feel so incredibly embarrassed about it and sometimes I sit on a sofa, surrounded by my friends, watching a movie and I feel so abnormal and lonely.

Hi! I’m a 17 year old girl who was raised Christian and I do believe in God, it’s something my brain can’t negotiate on. However my brain is a very logical brain and I have heard so many arguments from atheists that are logical. This plus my mum dying a few years ago gives me daily doubt in my faith.

So, I just wanna know, what are some logical arguments you have that makes you not only believe in God but also His word and practice your faith?

Do you have any recommendations for movies/series about queer young adults/teenagers, preferably in the 20th century (could also be early 2000s) who have a relationship with somebody? I’m looking for the same vibe as in Everything Sucks, the Shards, Beautiful Thing, Stranger Things (Robin and Will), But I’m a Cheerleader etc. Preferably the queer character as the main character.

I love watching movies/series about queer teenagers/young adults who live in a time period or just a part of the world/a community where their queerness isn’t allowed or frowned upon. Shows like Heated Rivalry makes a good example of that too even though it takes place later on.

Thanks on beforehand!

I’ve tried to look up fanfics like that on AO3, but the summaries aren’t the best to give bait.

So, what’s y’all’s favourite Stucky fanfics set during WW2? Bonus point if period-typical homophobia/internalised etc is one of the tags (love me some angst).

Ps. I’m mostly looking for fanfics when they are both in the military but I am open for others as well.

TL;DR: I have feelings for one of my male fiends in our friend group, but I have two problems; 1. I don’t know if he reciprocates and 2. I don’t want anyone else to know so they can analyse how I act around him. I’m embarrassed and scared, what should I do?

I (17f) have feelings for my one of my male friends. He’s part of the same friend group as I, from church, and I don’t really know what to do.

I have known this guy for about four years, although I didn’t become friends with him until two years ago (when our friend group was formed). Since I first met him I’ve always been, can you say curious about him? And now it has evolved into feelings. Whenever our friend group hangs out (which isn’t often) I constantly want to make him laugh, talk to him and just look at him. I think about him maybe too often and I want us to be something more.

However, there’s two problems.

1. I don’t really see any signs of him reciprocating my feelings. He’s a friendly guy, he’s friendly to me and to the other girls in our group and I don’t think there’s any difference in the way he acts towards me in comparison to them.

2. I don’t want anyone to figure it out (if the case is that he doesn’t feel the same). I constantly monitor myself so I don’t look too much at him, sit next to him or invite him to join my team when we’re playing games too much and so I don’t seem to favour him in any way. I can’t bear my friends knowing about my feelings and then analysing me whenever I’m around him. And if, if, anything would happen between us I don’t want to be the reason that the friend group splits up in case we would break up.

I feel very alone in this and it drives me crazy. He’s so amazing and right now I could easily see myself spending the rest of my life with him (yes, I know I’m young and this may not be my last love/crush etc). What should I do?

I (18f) am born and raised as a Protestant in Sweden which is one of the countries with the largest population of atheists. About 56% of the population belongs to a Protestant church and amongst them only about 33% say they actually believe in God (it has become more of a cultural thing than a religious one). Catholics and Eastern Orthodox take up 2.70% of the Swedish population. With that said, there’s really not a lot catholic and orthodox churches to choose from (just thought it was good information to have).

I would say that the Swedish Church (Lutheran) is the most traditional of all the Protestant churches there are in Sweden and I would happily go and try that out. I love tradition. My church is a bit more liberal but please do not picture on of those “concert looking churches”. Whenever I try to see what other people say online about Catholics, Orthodox and Protestants it seems like those churches often gets the spotlight, which is strange because they are loud and loudness reaches, but it becomes hard when you don’t come from a English speaking country. There’s not a lot of media for these questions here.

My whole family are Protestants, have been for generations, all my Christian friends are Protestant.

There’s so many people saying all these different things. “x church is always the best and here’s x reasons for that”. I get confused. I’m young and I don’t know what to do. Is the Protestant view of Christianity “wrong”? Should I convert? If so, why? What would Jesus say about the way I’m living my life? Will I lose the opportunity of heaven if I stay a Protestant?

I (18f) have always been told throughout my life that I am so intelligent, mature for my age and bright.

Since I was little I have always been a very curious person, I love learning and began reading at the age of 4. Soon I read books for much older kids and gained a big vocabulary. I “study” (memorise) in last minute and still get A’s. My classmates wonder how I can be so good at school and I can’t really answer them, I just happen to be.

My mind stretches far and I have so many interesting thoughts IMO. I have always loved talking to adults, it’s much easier to befriend them than trying to befriend people my age. I remember that I tried to fail a test once in 6th grade just because I wanted to feel more “normal”. I basically lied on my answers because I knew them in reality.

I am currently waiting on an ADHD evaluation and I know they often test IQ there, however I’m scared of it being inside average because what does that make me? Just a girl that doesn’t fit it?

On the other side I’m scared of it showing that I’m gifted but on the lower end. I’m used to being the smartest, could I handle being the slowest in a community among likeminded?

TL;DR: No one in my family has a diagnosis but they all/most of them show strong symptoms of ADHD or autism.
Does it come across as rude and objective when I say to people I trust that they probably are neurodivergent when talking about my family?

No one in my immediate family has a neurodivergent diagnosis. I do have two cousins, one with ADHD and one with autism. However there’s a lot of family relatives and in members from my immediate family that repeatedly show strong symptoms of either autism or ADHD.

My dad died three years ago and he was most likely autistic. He struggled with social interactions, was hypersensitive to loud noise, struggled with communicating, monotone speech and facial expressions, got easily tired (maybe because of said sensory issues and possible masking) etc. I find myself often pitying him for never really understanding why he was like he was and I often feel bad that I didn’t know why I know about autism today back then. I didn’t see the signs and I sometimes got angry with him, simply because I didn’t understand why he acted the way he did.

My youngest brother is waiting for an assessment for autism. It’s quite obvious to the outside, or at least those who really know him. And since I remember him as a baby and toddler I know his struggles aren’t anything new. There’s obvious symptoms back when he was a little child.

It’s quite obvious that my mum has ADHD. She often loses things, procrastinate, is forgetful, arrive late, interrupt, talkative, impulsive etc. A basic text book example for women. She even thinks she has ADHD herself.

When my oldest younger brother was little he was also a text book case of ADHD in boys. It’s not as obvious now as back then (he also exercises a lot which can help him with his struggle and therefore make some traits not as obvious to the naked eye).

I myself, suspect I may have ADHD and giftedness for countless reasons. I’m actually on the wait list for an assessment. However, my symptoms aren’t as typical as the text book cases of ADHD, eg. I don’t really struggle with losing things and being late which is a common experience. This makes me doubt my theories, but I know that I will get the final answer once I see the psychiatrist.

Anyways. The whole point of this point is if it’s okay for me to say to people when I talk to them that for example my dad probably was autistic. I feel like it explains so much and can make them understand him better, likewise when I say my youngest brother likely has autism. But I understand if it also can come across as a bit objectionable and rude.

What’s your thoughts on this?

To start off, I don’t really know if you allow these kinds of posts here but I hope I can get some answers.

My dad died unexpectedly and very suddenly when he was 48 years old, I was fourteen. He had a a healthy lifestyle; he didn’t smoke, rarely drank, wasn’t overweight and had a history of exercising (running and biking) though the last few months he didn’t do it as much.

But one day back in 2023 he got home early. I was the only one home and asked him why which he answered that he was tired and had a headache (mind you this was not unusual for him, since he suffered from mild depression and most likely was an undiagnosed autistic — therefore got easily tired from sensory experiences and social interactions). He went to bed and a few hours later when my mum and I were in the living room we heard some sort of gurgling sound from the bedroom. We opened the door and found him unconscious in pools of vomit, urine and blood. He wasn’t breathing and one and a half hours later he was declared dead at the hospital.

Three months after the initial autopsy the doctors concluded that he had suffered from an acute COVID-19 infection in the respiratory mucous membranes and in the brain which caused it to swollen. Consequently he sustained a seizure which made him bite his tongue. Because of his past history with blood clots he took blood thinners which prevented the bleeding from stopping. He bled into the respiratory tracts which caused an oxygen deficiency and made his heart stop.

Disclaimer: I know you can’t possibly actually know what his life would’ve looked like if he survived, but do you have any theories on what possible consequences there could’ve been?

Do you guys know any good fanfic where Harry grows up with Lily and James? I would love to read more about teenage Harry with living parents and Remus and Sirius as uncles.

It doesn’t matter if they defeated Voldemort or if he never existed.

TW: Past suicide attempts and description of passing.

I don’t assume that anybody will relate to this but I just have to get it off my chest.

When I was 15 my dad suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. We found out months later, after his autopsy that he had acute Covid-19. His whole brain and lungs were filled with the virus. This triggered a seizure in his sleep and he bit his tongue. He has gotten blood clots a few times over the years and took blood thinners which prevented the bleeding from stopping. He ended up drowning in his own blood. My dad was declared dead only one and a half hour after my mum and I found him.

My mental health rapidly declined after this. I went through the normal grief, like you usually do in a situation like this. However I developed both depression and PTSD which then contributed to me attempting many times. My mum couldn’t take care of me properly in this state and the CPS were brought in.

When I was 16 I moved to my first ever residential care home for teenage girls with mental health issues. Most of the staff were women, since this field is dominated by them and we were an only girls home — naturally we were more prone to feel comfortable with women. But there was one significant man working there. Let’s call home Jake. He was the best. We played skip-bo all the time and I talked his ears off about everything.

This was the first time since my dad died that I had a consistent manly figure in my life and it just so happened that I saw a lot of traits from my dad in him. I remember that I felt my dad got to hear what I had done in school that day when I told Jake. I really looked up to him. But then, after only half a year of knowing him, he changed jobs because of a few reasons. This absolutely destroyed me. My depression and suicidal thoughts worsened and I made my two most serious attempts ever which ended up with me in the ICU.

My latest attempt was in March and after that everything changed for the better. I remember waking up, seeing cords and stuff all over me, thinking “what am I doing to myself?”. I went to visit my dad’s grave a month later, on his third year death anniversary, which has been something I have avoided for years. I’m not going to lie and say it was easy. It wasn’t. It was so fucking hard. I stood with my back against the gravestone for what felt like an hour just because I couldn’t dare see the reality. But I did it. I did it and I stood there kicking the stone. I let all my anger out that I’ve been collecting throughout the years. And ever since I have felt good. Like really good. I don’t even meet the requirements for depression or PTSD anymore. Life is good.

Still, I’m crying in the middle of the night because I miss Jake. I really really miss talking to him, playing games with him, talking his ears off, annoying him with Christmas music in the middle of July, getting comforted by him and everything else.

And I’m embarrassed about it. Because I should be “only” crying over my dad, not some “random” dude from my last care home. How will anybody ever understand the impact he had in my life? He was just some staff in reality.

And I hate the fact that not many of those I know have even met him. It’s the same with my dad. People know me as the girl with a dead dad, but they don’t know my dad.

I’m travelling from North Europe to London later this summer and want to go explore vintage second hand stores (clothes)!

Where is the best neighbourhood for that (that isn’t too far on the edges of London)?

I (18f) began working out 4 times per week in the gym a month ago. My goal is a body recomp — lose some fat and gain some muscles. So therefore I try to focus on protein and nutritious meals. However, I can’t stop binge eating sweets! I have understood that it’s often better to limit it and not forbid it.

I live at a residential home and they buy crisps, ice cream and popcorn every weekend. I’m embarrassed by all the food noise I get. It’s the only thing I will be focusing on. I will watch a film on Saturday evening and only thinking about when I can take my second portion of ice cream so nobody will notice. Please, help me. I’m tired of this cycle.

I (18f) began working out 4 times per week in the gym a month ago. My goal is a body recomp — lose some fat and gain some muscles. So therefore I try to focus on protein and nutritious meals. However, I can’t stop binge eating sweets! I have understood that it’s often better to limit it and not forbid it.

I live at a residential home and they buy crisps, ice cream and popcorn every weekend. I’m embarrassed by all the food noise I get. It’s the only thing I will be focusing on. I will watch a film on Saturday evening and only thinking about when I can take my second portion of ice cream so nobody will notice. Please, help me. I’m tired of this cycle.

I (18f) began working out 4 times per week in the gym a month ago. My goal is a body recomp — lose some fat and gain some muscles. So therefore I try to focus on protein and nutritious meals. However, I can’t stop binge eating sweets! I have understood that it’s often better to limit it and not forbid it.

I live at a residential home and they buy crisps, ice cream and popcorn every weekend. I’m embarrassed by all the food noise I get. It’s the only thing I will be focusing on. I will watch a film on Saturday evening and only thinking about when I can take my second portion of ice cream so nobody will notice. Please, help me. I’m tired of this cycle.

I (18f) began working out 4 times per week in the gym a month ago. My goal is a body recomp — lose some fat and gain some muscles. So therefore I try to focus on protein and nutritious meals. However, I can’t stop binge eating sweets! I have understood that it’s often better to limit it and not forbid it.

I live at a residential home and they buy crisps, ice cream and popcorn every weekend. I’m embarrassed by all the food noise I get. It’s the only thing I will be focusing on. I will watch a film on Saturday evening and only thinking about when I can take my second portion of ice cream so nobody will notice. Please, help me. I’m tired of this cycle.

I was fifteen when he died and it has now been three years since. My family and I are travelling to the UK in a couple of days for holiday and I just realised that he will not come along with us. He would have loved it. He would have planned so much for us to do and see and we would be walking all day across town following his directions.

I will never ever have a new picture with him anymore. I will never have one where I’m standing in front of Big Ben at 18 years old with my 52 year old dad. Never.

His hair had gotten quite gray before he died. Would it be entirely covered in that colour today? I will never know.

I just really want a new picture with my dad. Where I’m three years older than I was when I last saw and spoke to him. Where you can see my new hair cut, how I’ve grown and my new clothes that I’ve acquired over these past years. I miss my dad.

I have recently taken up exercise and I want to become a stronger version of myself. I’m still in the newbie era and I don’t really have a strict structure. I try to have one day for upper body, one for lower body and one for cardio, such as swimming (I used to do competitive swimming before).

However! Upper body seems to be contain so much more muscles than the lower body. It’s the core, arms and back meanwhile it seems like the lower body is just legs. How can I fit them all in on my upper day? Should I split them into two upper body days where I focus on different parts?

How do you do?

I was at a Christian youth group last Saturday and when I sat there, listening to the music, I realised that I don’t feel angry anymore.

Since my dad died I have written several posts on this subreddit. He died unexpectedly and so sudden when I was fifteen. It was a normal Tuesday, I had just gotten home from school. He came home an hour later, earlier than usual, I asked him about it and he answered that he was tired. He went to bed as he often did. My mum and brother came home and we ate dinner. Afterwards, when my mum was helping my study for a test we heard rattling breaths from the bedroom. We opened the door and found him laying unconscious in pools of blood, vomit and his own pee. He was so blue. I dialed 911 immediately and three ambulances came to rescue. But it was too late. He was declared dead an hour later at the hospital.

And ever since I have spent every waking minute being angry with him for leaving me, mum for not waking him up for dinner, the hospital staff for not saving him and God for not healing him. I have spent the last three years trying to end all my pain. I have gotten diagnosed with PTSD and severe depression, I have been hospitalised countless times, I have gotten coercive measures issued against me, I have made my mum think I surely must be dead by now more times than I’m proud off.

But I realised last Saturday that I’m no longer angry. I don’t blame my dad, my mum nor the hospital staff. I still don’t understand it. I don’t think it was an acceptable outcome. However I’m not angry, I feel sad for my dad instead. I miss him so much. He was a great person and I so wish that he was here with me right now. At least I get to meet him in my dream and that’s something I treasure deeply. I know many of us will say this about our parents — but he was truly the best dad I could’ve ever had.