u/No_Seesaw_2996

I’m 15f and he’s 16m, we’ve been dating for 2 year. He’s usually a very kind, caring and considerate person, but yesterday when he came to my house, he kept touching my upper thigh. I asked him to stop after a while cos it was getting uncomfortable

I thought he’d just apologise because that was his usual self, but instead he ignored me and continued touching me. Later, he started asking me if I wanted to have sex with him, he had asked before but I said no because I wasn’t ready.

We also had a discussion about this and he decided to lay it off. But recently he’s been wanting it more, but I still wasn’t ready. But instead of just leaving me alone he started getting on top of me and just kept asking “please” over and over again. I was so scared and so uncomfortable, I tried shoving him off but he was basically literally sitting on me so I couldn’t get out of it.

He only got off when I started crying. He apologised afterwards but I don’t believe he actually meant it. He hugged me and I felt so scared in his arms.

I didn’t want to shove him away because recently he’s been so aggressive with his friends, I was scared that he’d also hit me. After he left, I kept crying.

I am so terrified of him now, I dread spending time with him again because of what he might do to me.

I feel like I should’ve let him do what he wanted, i am such a bad girlfriend for being like this. What should I do now?

Recently, I've been doing worse and worse. I can sleep at night without feeling afraid. My mom has threatened me a few times to send me to a psych ward, but I've cut her off. I can't bear to have my family see my life fall apart like this.

I want to tell my story here on reddit. The most bizarre thing that has ever happened to me, six years ago.

My grandmother June was a really kind person. I remember vividly when I was young, she would take me to the nearby park after school, and she'd sit there, just watching me having fun. She never cared whether she was bored or not. All I knew was that she loved me, and she'd buy me things whenever I wanted them.

She was always there in my life. My parents worked long jobs, so my grandmother took their place. Whenever I got home, she'd be there to greet me.

"I want ice cream." She'd get me a double scoop. On my 8th birthday, I told her I wanted a set of color pencils that my friend had at school, and I thought was pretty cool.

She got me the set.

She loved me, and I loved her back. There were years, when I went through rebellious stages, and I would slam doors in her face or ignore her reminders for me to go to sleep. Thinking back on that, I deeply regret it.

On September 18, 2020, I went home after school and my grandmother was there. I remembering saying hi to her, and going up to my room. I was exhausted that day, and I fell asleep on my bed. When I woke up, I was shocked to see that it was almost 7pm, and that I had slept for almost 4 hours.

I went downstairs, still dazed, expecting my grandmother to be preparing dinner for me. But no, she wasn't there. I was confused, not scared, because how could someone disappear in thin air?

I called her phone repeatedly, but there was no answer. I became more frustrated. I called my mom and asked her about it.

"Mom, where did grandma go? She disappeared," I asked, through my fear.

"She went home," mom explained," she had some chest pain."

That explains it. At the moment, I was just very relieved that she was fine. But the next part, I can't recall much of the details. I think I made myself a sandwich and took a shower. My parents eventually came back (not sure what time), and I called my friends for a while before going to sleep. It was before 11:00.

I love dreams because it gives me an alternate reality to think about. I also don't like the idea of being asleep, because the more I think about it, it's like we're basically dead, but we just revive over and over again.

I prayed to God to ask him to give me a good dream. Then I went to sleep.

I had the strangest dream.

I dreamt that grandma June stood at the end of my bed. She didn't say anything, or do anything, but she just stood there. Her eyes looked just as gentle as they did in real life. But the most eerie thing was, she was smiling at me. I don't remember if it was meant to be warm or creepy, but it definitely made me feel very uncomfortable. Then, she reached out to me. I reached back out to her, and our fingertips touched. Her skin felt cold. Then, grandmother June said a single word," Goodbye."

She then disappeared. Faded away.

I woke up. I thought the dream was creepy, but it wasn't the sort of dream like a nightmare. I thought it was interesting but nothing much.

When I sat up, I noticed my alarm clock read 3:15am. It was still extremely early so I went back to sleep.

What happened on the next day is what still haunts me to this day.

I heard my door open in the morning. It was my mom, and she stood by the side of my bed. She knelt down beside or something, and she just stroked my hair gently. I remembering asking myself," what the fuck is happening."

"Mom?" I whispered.

"Good morning." Now I noticed that her eyes and nose were red.

"What happened? Are you okay?" I asked, worried.

Turns out, grandmother June had died. She died last night, and my grandfather woke up to her dead body. We weren't completely sure what she died of, but we thought it was most likely a heart attack.

Hearing this news was a blur. I was so blown away (in a bad way), I just didn't know how to accept something like this.

Then I remembered. I had a dream she visited me last night. At 3:15am.

Later, it was determined her death was caused by a heart attack, and she was dead by 3:15am.

And when we all had to carry the heavy duty of visiting her house, we were astonished to discover that all the clocks in her house had stopped at exactly 3:15am. The exact, fucking time that she had passed.

That time, I was only 12. Sure, I was scared, but I was still young to really be more than scared.

It's been 6 years since grandmother June died. I miss her a lot. She was a great person and I loved her so much. If I had one more chance to say something to her, I'd tell her that I love her. Forever and ever.

To this day I ask myself, why did all the clocks stop at the exact same time? It was not a coincidence. There were at least 3 different clocks and they stopped altogether.

Reddit, I'm telling you this story because this just happened again. I had a dream. At 3:15am. But this time, it wasn't my grandmother. It was my grandfather.

I’m just 13 so I might sound dumb but I’m applying for a scholarship and I came across this question that asked me what career I wanted to take in the future.

I thought about this question a lot and I found that I was really interested in mental disorders, and I loved reading the dsm5 and just listening to stuff about mental disorders before and while I slept.

I briefly mentioned to my parents I wanted to be a mental psychiatrist, and they told me they wouldn’t support me because they said I’d become depressed and I’d feel suicidal and shitty

Ig I am an emotional person but I can handle, control and even hide my emotions very well

My career aspirations will probably change by the time I’m older but still, I really like learning about psychology and I wanna be a mental psychiatrist so what is it rlly like?