u/Odd_Shtick_

I work in film, I have a passion for film. I was invited on set for a short film yesterday since having to take a year off uni and working since my first relapse that got me diagnosed. Yesterday I worked almost 14 hours, walked 8KM lifting camera and lighting equipment to set that was in mountainous terrain.

I was meant to only work 12 but when I asked to go home on time the producer said the actors need to go home first as I needed a ride and there was no room because of them. So I worked extra.

I got back home exhausted, I could barely move, I crawled into the shower and went to sleep after. I’ve woken up and I’m now struggling to move, I have intense bladder pain and I’m struggling to empty it but I eventually get a stream going if I sit there for a minute or so. I’ve slept most of the day even after 12 hours of sleep. I’m deeply depressed. I told the production team I cannot work the rest of the week, which means I lose out on yet another thing due to this disease.

I’ve came to the realisation I’ll never be able to work on film sets. My career is over and I’m only 22. Really struggling.

Hi, I’m 22. I only have a debit card and use Klarna on and off and that’s it. I’m really not financially savvy but I’d like to be and aiming towards it as I’m now thinking of wanting a family etc. I saw a video saying how the U.K. gov is thinking of swapping the Lifetime ISA to a different thing called ‘A first time buyers’ ISA and after it’s been implemented you will no longer be able to open a Lifetime ISA.

Apparently the Lifetime ISA is way better and they recommended to open one as soon as possible before they close applications down. They even recommended only putting a £1 in it to keep it open.

My question is which is the best bank in the U.K to set up this type of account with? All suggestions and advice welcomed :)

TW: Su!cide

AITAH for being mad about this? An hour ago I get a call from my mum who is inconsolable and very drunk. She says everyone hates her, that there’s something wrong with her. I reassure her and say don’t be silly, everything’s fine, she’s not alone and to come home.

(I’m living with her as it’s summer and I’m not at uni)

I then hear her fall and ask if she’s ok, she hangs up. I ring again and ask her if she’s ok and then she says ‘there’s lots of cars…’ I’m like… okkkk I mean you are on a road, try to stay on the pavement and then she goes ‘there’s a train going past, maybe I should jump’ She was round the corner on the bridge by our house, I ask her if she’s ok. She then says “I love you.” I ask her if she’s ok again. No answer. Ask if she’s ok AGAIN. No answer. I hear rattling and movement as if she’s actually climbing over the wall of the bridge.

When I tell you that I ran out the house as fast as I could in crocs I mean it. I then get to the bridge, she’s nowhere to be seen, I nervously look down below on the side she would have walked on to get home. She’s not there THANK GOD! I check her phone as she can see mine and I can see hers, she’s…. At home.

A part of me was so SO relieved but another part of me is now upset, why on earth would she say such a thing to me!? I was having a panic attack thinking she was gonna jump.

I don’t know what to do, she’s drunk as a fart as we speak and I’ve just gone up to my room. I’m still struggling to breathe. I have no idea how my life just flipped upside down in 10 minutes, having awful visions in my head all for her to of just… be fine.

I’m glad she’s fine! But another part of me thinks I’m an idiot, I do have autism and sometimes I take things too literally, maybe she was joking? I have no idea. My head’s a mess and I’m mad because… well… mad is the easiest emotion to pin point amongst so many others like anxiety, relief etc.

TLDR: Am I an asshole for feeling this way?

It was my birthday today (M24) and I got a birthday card through my letterbox from (M22) I opened it and it was from him, handwritten and everything. Inside there was a poem, this is what the poem said.

‘Happy birthday! My birthday present to you is nothing more than a promise.

When life gets tough I promise I’ll be at the end of the phone, when things get too much know that my house is always your home. When things feel heavy; too heavy to bare. I’m a short car-drive away to provide comfort when scared.

My arms are always out to catch you when you fall. Don’t ever feel like a burden, I’d never see you that way at all. Lying awake at night, watching the sun creep in? I probably am too, so give me a call.

I don’t know what we are, but I know that we are strongest, when we’re walking through the falling leaves in the forest. I know this may be a lot, but words are all I have.So my present to you is nothing but a promise. The promise that I will pick you up when you’re sad. The promise that I won’t look at you differently when mad. The promise that I can be there for you the most a man can.’

I am utterly speechless and I’m not sure how to feel. Has anyone else had this happen?

For context I hooked up with this guy since September, then went on one date with him in December. After it he then decided it was too much and he couldn’t continue. I accepted that. Then a week later he came back saying how he messed up and acted on impulse and that others had told him I wasn’t right for him. He asked to get back to where we were and I declined.

I said we could be friends and for months it became this back and forth of him wanting to get back to how things were and me either saying maybe in the future or no. Idk what I was doing tbh, I was confused by him and cautious. We’d have arguments, he got insecure and confused. He dropped in a few times that he loved me which I did not reciprocate.

We decided to go no contact for a couple weeks and after it we talked through everything, boundaries, where we were at, I said how I thought he was cool but I didn’t love him the way he loved me. I basically said let’s see where it goes and before anything were to progress into more sex/dating again we need to find healthier ways to connect. This was all cool.

For the last two months we’ve seen each other twice and text regularly. We went to the cinema the other day and it was like nothing had happened between us. Then I get this for my birthday. Idk how to feel tbh.

So me and this guy went to the cinema together yesterday. We did date a few months ago but then things got rocky and we called it off, now we’re friends but have agreed to go with the flow and build a connection slower this time with the potential of it moving into a sexual/or romantic direction but no expectations.

Anyways, I was sitting next to him and whenever I moved he moved, whenever I scratched my face, wiggled my foot he did. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but throughout the film it happened more and out of the corner of my eye. I found it quite endearing.

Then afterwards we went to get food. lots of eye contact, lots of laughing. God, a part of me wished we could move a lot faster. A part of me just wanted to kiss him the entire time.

Anyways, the whole mimicking body language/movement whilst sitting next to each other? Is that a thing? Or am I reading into it too much.

PSA we’re both guys 😅