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I’ve had my Intoxalock quite a while, and always rinse my mouth with water beforehand. However, I am >!bulimic!<, and I get paranoid that this will set off the device. I’ve read about stomach acid and whatnot having some sort of % of something that’d set it off. I’ve had it over a decade, but have tried to control my timing with this device.

Has anyone had this set it off? Or throwing up set it off, to be blunt? Probably no one. But thought I’d ask. Been thinking about it a lot.

It is my all time favorite fragrance. I found one bottle from my childhood, and the scent just brings me immense insane amounts of joy. I am utterly absolutely obsessed with it. I could bathe in it. The type of bottle I have, I can’t even find resales of online.

(Correction… I found 1 posting with the type of bottle I have. Still, very hard to find many.)

It is unfortunately discontinued, and finding any online is scarce. I am unaware of anyone still making it, PLEASE correct me if I’m wrong. I wish there was some way to mass purchase some.

Anyways, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone mention it, and the research I’ve done shows no one else talking about it, but I’m SURE someone must remember. It’s the best scent I’ve ever smelt in my entire life, truly. Nothing tops it.

While I’m at it, if you DO remember it, is there anything that comes close to this smell?

OBVIOUS tmi, forgive me

I recently relapsed for a few weeks, after being recovered for a year (very slightly on and off), but had been bulimic for almost 10 years.

I just used the bathroom, almost diarrhea if not just straight up, and I saw a bit of red in the toilet, wiped, and saw lots of blood. It looked like fresh red blood.

Is this due to my relapse? What could be causing this? Is it a need for concern?

My whole “bowel” wasn’t red but, this of course stuck out to me.

It definitely isn’t due to wiping too hard.

These pieces of work have ignored me, tried to scam me, and blatantly lied to me. I wasn’t having it. I read around that if you put an honest, but nasty nonetheless review, they’ll get back to you instantly because they want their ratings high. I got a call back the very next day, exorbitant apologies, “what can we do to make this right”, the whole works.

The sales team, if you’d call them that, are the ones at fault here really. Not the (excuse me) foreign costumer service reps who you do speak with.. that’s just my opinion. But, I got my situation resolved that way.

Customer advocacy is who you want to contact if you have any true problems and can’t get in touch with anyone. They are who will contact you and make things right if you do make a review. This is just my experience though.

FUCK Intoxalock.

Side note, I think it’s so incredibly ridiculous that it’s built to go off after detecting even .01% alcohol or whatever. It should go off if it detects enough alcohol to actually affect you. As in, even 1 small drink. But mouthwash? Soda/energy drinks? Particular foods? The device smelling perfumes or air freshener? Ridiculously unnecessary and just a blatant money grab.

The retests while driving, those are unnecessary and over the top as well, way too often, and have gotten me too close to comfort into bad traffic situations. I can be merging onto a major highway trying to cut into a lane, and it’ll go off. THATS WRONG!

It should be able to detect a particular amount of alcohol, and it should be 1 blow to start the car, and 1 blow to stop the car. That’s really it. That, along with probation that I’m sure anyone who has the device is putting up with, is enough to guarantee no backpedaling. If it isn’t, that’s a character flaw, and they’ll get what’s coming correctly. I don’t see why the rest of us have to be put through hell due to some people drinking and driving even with the device, or tampering. I could go on and on.

This will be a jumbled up rant/vent, but I’m “getting it off my chest”. TW for addictions and ED

My sister has cerebral palsy, and is 42 this year. My mother is 62, and I am 24 this year. I have 2 other sisters who have their own lives. I have not moved out, and wonder if/when I ever will, as I don’t want to leave my mom with my sister. I’m the youngest and last one out of 4 of us.

I don’t know what mental issues she has, and frankly, whatever they are I feel don’t excuse how she acts, how she treats our mom, and how little effort she puts in literally anything whatsoever. She refuses to get “help”, even therapy, as she feels she’s perfectly fine and normal, and “we’re all crazy”, like she’s a victim OF us. We’re all wrong, she’s always right. It’s as if she’s fully helpless, despite being able to walk with a walker. She won’t do anything. She used to, when our dad (step dad, not biological, but he was around when I was born) was alive, but he passed from cancer in 2019. He sort of kept her somewhat, somewhat in line. If anything, kept the whole family in line. Since he passed, my mom has just been burnt out, depressed, 0 effort for herself, and living just to survive.

My mom copes with her by drinking. She used to drink an insane amount, but stopped, then sneaky started back (won’t tell me, but I’m not stupid and can see it. At least it’s not pure liquor anymore). The doctor recently gave her a warning, 5YR more of this and she won’t be here. She quit a while then started back. It’s depressing but I’ve done all I can, she’s quit her recovery treatment too and lies to my sisters about it, I’m the only one who knows, but nothing I can do as of now.

I’ve had issues with addictions since I was 11, whether it be S_H, drinking, smoking, b_ulimia, you name it. Numerous issues causing it that I won’t get into. As an adult I’ve tried my hand at recovery, and have found that if I recover from one thing, I relapse another. This leads me in a constant loop. I’ve as of late tried to break this cycle, after a DUI. It’s been hell. Whenever I saw my mom slipping up, it’d give me this mental permission to say “fuck it” and indulge in my self harming ways, to let go a little, but after my incident, I’ve realized I need to break that particular cycle. She stopped when I had it, we had an agreement to help each other and get better, but she’s relapsed and I haven’t mentioned it because it does no good, I’ve just stayed clean myself. I especially have to due to my IID. So, I’ve relapsed my b_ulimia.

Anyways, my sister is just never pleased. Always complains, insults our mom for the smallest things, puts her down, argues, it’s almost daily. She’s always been nocturnal, sleeping through the day and awake at night. This causes mom to be woken up in the late PMs and early AMs, which is really just not healthy anymore with her age and numerous amounts of health problems, physically, not to mention mentally. She’s been to college, been to therapy (I think?) we’ve tried everything, she just wants to live a life of confinement. We’re wrong, we’re crazy, she’s right, we’re insane, she’s a helpless victim, and nothing is ever perfect. She thinks a particular music artist will come save her one day, and that they have a connection, and all ties lead to her, signs and whatnot. That particular star is her entire personality and has been for 10 years or so. Before that, it was movie stars, and before that (before I was born) it was sports, but I’d say this is the worst it’s been delusions wise. Her only outings, by her choice/refusals, are physical therapy, getting her semi monthly shots in her legs (if she doesn’t miss the appointment due to being late, or not sleeping), and maybe a hair appointment.

She does absolutely nothing. She uses a walker, she isn’t as handicapped as she could be, but she does nothing. She doesn’t even fold a single shirt, and since moms drained and burnt out, and I work for a living, the only one who works, there’s almost no time for anything involving the basic tasks that need to be done. She could help with dishes, she could help with a hell of a lot, but doesn’t. Just demands and complains. It’s turning me into, or maybe I’m allowing myself to turn into, a very distasteful hateful resenting person.

The house is a complete wreck, disaster, and any deep cleaning sprees I go on accomplish close to nothing. One meal being made by mom and the stove is covered in splatters, sink full, used cooking utensils left out on the counter, etc. Produce is gotten from a pantry due to our awful financial situation, and my mother (most likely due to trauma from childhood, you can fill in the blanks) is in a constant state of survival mode. We have WAY too much food, cans, and nonsense that we will not be consuming anytime soon. If I’m not perfectly on top of it, things rot, and gnats, flies, galore flourish throughout the house, and I go absolutely batshit insane trying to get rid of them. But, I can only feel sorry for my mom, because she IS tired, drained, burnt out, and chronically depressed. Shes gone back to smoking and drinking, and I really don’t want to lose her, but I can’t fathom how life will end with my sister being how she is, and how it affects my mom.

My mom has mentioned before in a very nihilistic way that she’ll eventually have to put her and my sister both into a nursing home, and I always blatantly refuse that very thought, insisting that I’ll help anyway I can to make sure that doesn’t happen because in the here and now it sounds ridiculous. When I think into the future though, I wonder what is to come, and how any of this will transpire into a happy ending.

I’m depressed, existential thoughts flooding, and tired of the life we’ve lived my entire life. It seems to only go downhill. My loved ones are growing old, and I feel helpless in doing anything. I truly don’t know what to do.

I just have a resentment for my sister, and her lack of true care or concern for how she affects mom. She’s narcissistic, egotistical, has learned helplessness, and is from what I see never going to change. It’s only going downhill, and it makes me angry that she won’t even try. I could go on, there’s a lot more that’s awful about our living situation, but I won’t.

Edit: I LOVE MY SISTER!!!!! But I just wish she had some sense of self awareness. She’s a very caring, loving, amazing person… but when she goes off, she goes off. Eh. I feel guilty even writing this. I’m just tired.

Maybe this has been said before but, I truly don’t get it. As someone who’s played for years, it really does feel like controller legends are getting ignored for the fast colorful speedy stuff, or just overall gimmick characters. This isn’t even about axle, it’s more about how they’ve changed over the course of the past 3-4 years.
I see so many of every other kind, but NEVER controller. I feel there are so many good ideas and concepts for more controllers, why bother having the category if it’s just going to get ignored (4 controller and 6 or 7+ all others???)

My bf M28, I’m really not sure where to begin. I guess I’ll just say what recently happened. Monday, I F23 was going through absolute hell, won’t go into details, but the sky was falling. He gave me attitude on the phone, for what feels to be no reason, but I’ll say it anyway. I’d sent texts, called, the calls would get unanswered or quickly denied as if you pressed the voicemail button, and after that texts always said they were read. I brought this up, just said “how come it said you read the texts,” don’t know unless you ask, I wasn’t accusing him of blatantly ignoring me, I was expecting a “oh sorry babe blahblah happened I couldn’t reply but was about to”, instead I got a rly annoyed pissy response of “because I was upstairs with my dad”

I brought up the attitude, he said it’s because he doesn’t like getting accused of ignoring me, which I don’t think I’ve ever done and definitely wasn’t doing there, just being misunderstood as always, I had a full on breakdown. I don’t even remember what else was said or happened but he was the last straw on my camel back. So, I was hyperventilating crying, said I was gonna go cheer up and bye I love you, he seemed annoyed, said ok bye love you and we hung up.

Next day, Tuesday, I tried to make amends and get an understanding between us, more was happening too, we were going to spend some time on the phone together. I brought it up, he got quiet, which I’m used to whenever I open up, but thought we got better at. I mentioned this silence forgot what I said, but he just exploded at me “because I’m FUCKING driving (my name).” This took me aback, majorly. I said there’s no reason to be an asshole, he then says he’s getting a call from an uber customer, hangs up no goodbye or love you, haven’t heard from him since, and today is Thursday.

I can’t make heads or tails of this, I feel incredibly hurt and confused, don’t understand it. No good mornings or good nights? No I love or miss you? Nothing? Especially with all that’s going on?

Anyone else go through this?

Venting, seeking advice, all of the above, and obvious trigger warning

If anyone reads this, please give advice on how to care for the wound there if care is needed, will it heal normally, I’ve done elsewhere but not there, if it’s normal then it’s fine

A lot happened, a lot of really bad things
So I relapsed
But I cut my b**bs
And now, I feel even more shame that they’ll never be the same
I feel I ripped away my womanhood
I feel so awful, so down, so dead inside suddenly
As if there’s no hope
I’d called my boyfriend for comfort, he knows what’s been going on w me and my family, I asked why he hadn’t replied to my texts but read them, he said in a very attitude annoyed tone he was upstairs helping his dad, he thinks I accused him of not replying or ignoring me, I didn’t, I asked why, I explained the phone said he’d read them, he said he didn’t, I said I believe him and wasn’t accusing, then silence, silence, I break down saying I don’t need this of all the times right now I don’t need this, he sarcastically annoyed chuckles “yeah I know it’s ridiculous” or something as if it’s my fault, he always takes a question as an accusation

I had called for comfort and for him to be there with me so I don’t cut, and instead he just made me feel worse before I could even say anything

Just broke down

That was the last thing I needed and I desecrated something I know he likes
But what does it matter, what good does it do
Now it’s done
And I feel so empty
And alone
And broken
I don’t pray, who’s there to pray to
I don’t know what to do with myself
A lot is falling apart around me
I can’t help or do anything about it and my family
I feel so lost and broken and ashamed
I want my body back
I’m covered in scars
I went so long not cutting
And now I cut a place that can’t be reversed

Life feels so scary, my family is going through so much, there’s nothing in my mind I can do to help or make things right
All I can do is throw up and cut
I wish things were normal

He just called me as I’m writing this and I don’t know what to say
His mic isn’t working and said he’s going to shower and call me he loves me and to calm down
I don’t want to talk to him

Update, he swore it’d be 20 min up and down, took longer to call, I didn’t answer bc I gave up after waiting and was talking to my grandma, called him back twice no answer, whatever

Any advice from others who received a NC/SC DWI/DUI?

This is my first offense, and I’m to the point of not even being positively sure what to wear (female), what to say, what to expect, or how I’ll move on to continue driving for work (which is non-negotiable, as I’m the only working one in my home).

I go to AA, and it’s helped tremendously; however, I’m incredibly scared. I’m ready to accept what I’ve done, and take what’s owed, but it’s a very nauseating feeling to think of reliving what happened. Totaled my vehicle that was given to me, and very well could have died, but didn’t. I honestly just want to continue with moving on.

Any advice appreciated.

My controller randomly started having a drifting upward issue 24/7, along with (only on the Home Screen) issues clicking an application. To turn the controller off, to tap into YouTube or a game, or to do anything related to that, I have to hold down A.

Is there any way to fix this, take apart my controller, or use alcohol, or???

You’ve heard it before, my situation isn’t so new/unique. Honestly, it’s all my fault as well, and I’ve been taking it on the chin best I can. It still stings, despite my resolve to truck on.

I received a DUI 2 months ago, and totaled my car. It was the car my mom gave that she used to drive. Since then, I’ve been haunted with guilt and regret. I jump easily, and driving is more nerve wrecking than ever. My mom has struggled with alcoholism for almost my whole life, and we feed off of each other. One does good, the other sometimes will. If one slips up, the other will too, and vice versa. Once I got my DUI, and she got a health scare “5 year warning” from her doctor, we began healing. I’m doing my best to independently heal, and remind myself that I cannot make anyone else’s decisions besides my own.

You can’t live life and get the bills paid being mopey and depressed, so I normally think of something else and just do my best, but it can be a bit much. I have an AA meeting tonight, the meeting dates are just far enough spread apart so whenever it gets tough to feel sober, I can be with others who know what I mean.

Currently, I get paid around $900-940 biweekly. That’s about $1800-2000 monthly. My bills, including car payments, insurance, lawyer fees, loans, internet, phone, ignition interlock, alcohol classes, etc all end up roughly around that same amount, if not more. It truly feels like I’m drowning, and I can’t help but remind myself that I did this, solely me, and all the fault rests on me.

I’ve put my family in this situation as well, due to my selfish careless actions. My sister who’s disabled, my mom who’s in her 60s, I put them in this situation with me, and it breaks my heart. It takes all my strength to not hurt myself in some way or form to get back at myself, as I know that would not help, and would make things worse. They don’t want to see me hurt, and I’ve just been doing my best for them, but I’m not sure what to do.

We already get food from a pantry, we don’t go out, we spend money on the very bare minimum absolute essentials and even then, I wonder what I could do differently.

I won’t go on, but I could. I’m just disappointed in myself.