u/Other_Marsupial_8786

As we all know, tirz makes your hair fall out. I started a month ago and am now completely bald. I believe the Hyalo vial floater were 100% intentional. I think an employee of Hyalo put their own hair that fell out in the vials to warn people of this dangerous side effect. This is the only thing that makes sense to me.

Hoping someone can help me remember this food I had a long time ago.

I visited Nagoya in 2014 and at the station I stopped by one of the many shops there selling gift boxes. I bought a package of these individually wrapped round-shaped balls. They were shaped sort of like dumpling but smooth. Closer to Dango but not chewy/sticky at all and a bit bigger. They were dry and a little bit chalky, but soft when you bit into them. They had a slightly sweet flavor and were a light beige/tan color. They were so delicious. I have never been able to find them at any Japanese market here in the US but ive also not know what they are called.

Thank you so much!

I just need to share my disgust. I keep getting pushed reels from the "true crime" community of people talking about theories and evidence and all this shit. I ended up deleting the Facebook app it was so bad. It made me realize how truly unethical this shit is? This isn't some case that happened a hundred years ago this is brand new with real people involved and such a sensitive subject. These creators are pushing this mystery solving bullshit as if they have any idea of what actually happened.

Also, I used to like true crime before I had a baby. Now it makes me sick to my stomach. Its like a switch in me has flipped and I cant even bear to think about it anymore.

My husband and I have been together for almost 10 years. We have a 4mos old, a house, two dogs, two cats. I love him, we've been through so much, but Im beyond frustrated with him.

He was in the military when we first met and got in trouble multple times (Article 15s rank decreases, lastly an administrative discharge after 3.5 years from when he popped positive for weed).

His job after that was IT and it went okay, he was there for a few years but wanted a pay increase so he went to a corporate job. That one he had spats with his manager and performance issues. They basically offered him to leave instead of firing him and gave him an end date.

He then worked at a school as a SPED TA for a school year and loved it. It didnt make enough money so he found another job in IT. He got fired from this one after over a year while I was 5mos pregnant.

He was unable to find another IT job so he recently went back to SPED TAing at a new school. He is currenlty one week in and the teacher already sat him down and had a talk with him and gave him a write up. He said her complaints were he talks too much with the kids and other staff, and he doesnt do what hes supposed to when a kid is having a behavior. All week hes been texting me that hes frustrated that the teacher isn't giving him guidance. He says she keeps telling him what NOT to do but not what she wants him to do.

For context. He has ADHD, he is medicated but struggles a lot with arrogance, volume control, and talking too much/saying rude things without realizing (both things hes brought up and my observations).

Im at my wits end. I want to be supportive. I can tell he feels like shit and he keeps saying "im trying I want to do a good job" but then he consistently gets in trouble? Financially I cant support our family on my income alone. Im back to work full time but healthcare for baby and I is like half my paycheck. At the same time, how can I stay with someone who cant keep a job? I dont have ADHD so I cant speak to his experience, but it is so frustrating that that is the reason he cites as being unable to get along well at these jobs.

Has anyone gone through this? Any advice? Thank you for your time and just a reminder to plase be kind to me 💛 (ive had some rude comments on posts like this before).

I started tirz 2.5mg last week. I am so beyond fed up with my weight and eating habits, especially after giving birth in March. I just want to feel better in my body. I was a little nervous about starting but so far I have noticed slight decrease in food noise and ive been able to go longer between meals and snacks. My hunger also isn't nearly as ravenous as before.

Whats wild to me is I ordered a sandwhich from a shop I like (chicken caprese sandwhich), normally I inhale the whole thing but this time I physically could not finish the sandwhich. I think because I ate at the pace I would before I overate because Im still a bit nauseous even five hours later.

But I am just blown away at how my body is actually telling me when Im full? I swear to god I dont think ive known real hunger cues possibly ever. I want to cry I didnt think this was possible. 😢

I just cant fucking stand him sometimes. I feel such hatred towards him that ive never really felt before. We have a 4mos old and I just started to finally come out if my PPA/PPD hole and see the sun. Now im just seething most of the time around him.

If I had time to explain the whole situation it might make it make sense why im still with him but I dont so I know most people are just going to say leave. But i dont fucking know if theres something wrong with me or with him? Is he incompetent or am I just a perfectionist asking for too much.

Today's final straw was he told me we are out of vitamin D drops for the baby. I pause and say what, how? One vial of those is supposed to last 365 days it says so on the box. Come to find out hes been tilting the bottle all the way when you are supposed to only do it halfway. I told him that when I got the drops. So hes just been giving way more than the required dose. Im just frustrated and angry and done. I want to yell and scream and say horrible and mean things to him like youre a piece of shit youre annoying i hate you. Im not going to. Im going to breathe and swallow my words and walk out of the room. And then what? Just put up with this foe the rest of my life?

Hes a good dad hes loving hes kind. Why do i absolutely hate him?

ETA: please share any words of encouragement or similar stories/experiences. I feel so alone and crazy right now.

There's a lot to unpack here but Ill try my best to explain as best as I can.

A few days ago my husband's grandmother came to visit us and meet our 4mos old son. She is very supportive and kind, though I guess theres a lot of family drama and beef not really related to us but with my husband's mom and (now passed away) dad. The drama is not really relevant here though. She came to visit by herself and did not bring her partner with her. During her visit she complained about her partner being grumpy, annoying, etc. I didnt think too much about it though. I had only met him once when they came to my baby shower. He gave me awkward vibes but wasnt rude to me at all. He just seemed sort of out of place.

While she was visiting us we got to talking about coming to to visit her with our son so they could spend some more time together. They live about 5 hours away and my husband and I have some time off in the next few weeks before he goes back to work. She seemed absolutely ecstatic and started crying and told us we are welcome any time.

Sorry in advanced, but this is where it gets confusing. Yesterday, my mom was out and about and runs into the ex-husband of my husbands grandma at the store. For context he is very involved in our lives and is basically my husbands grandpa, just not by blood. He helped out a lot with raising my husband when his father died. It's a very very confusing family dynamic (like who is related to who) but basically this man is a very good man and has helped us out a lot over the years.

My mom told him that grandma was visiting. She also told him that we were thinking of visiting grandma and partner in a few weeks. Somehow they got to talking about grandmas partner and the ex mentions that the partner had some inappropriate tickling allegations against the ex-husbands grandchildren (not related to the grandma by blood ? Even im a bit confused but regardless his grandchildren). My mom was shocked but didnt know how to respond. They went their separate ways.

My mom told me this this evening and now Im calling off the trip. I obviously dont want my son anywhere near this man nor do I want to be in his house. But I am devastated that my son cannot get to know his great grandma better now. I dont know how to go about this relationship now? How do I tell her we cant come? What do I do if she wants her partner to meet my son? I've never dealt with anything like this before. My upmost priority is keeping my son safe but how do I do that and let him see his great grandma is the partner is around? Do i bring the situation up? Any advice would be much appreciated!

TW: Mentioning self-harm

The fucking urge to compulsively pick every lump and bump that appears on my body is nonstop. But the fact that HS doesnt operate the way normal acne does is the worst. It takes days for bumps to finally drain and sometimes even after days they just fade away. It's so painful and it feels like theres no relief.

I made a big mistake today and tried to lance one of my bumps to get some relief. Ended up just bleeding a bunch and none of the swelling went down, it made it worse. I think I basically self harmed by lancing it like that but I couldnt help myself.

Im so so tired of this. It feels like things are never going to get better.

I made a video appt online earlier this week for today at 2pm. I got a confirmation of the appt via email and text message. When I went to go join the video visit the appointment was no longer there. I called member services and they told me it was clinician cancelled. When I asked if this is a common thing for them to cancel without notice I was told "I have had this happen to several patients before, you can try scheduling again." Is this a common practice? Im so frustrated that they didnt even let me know.

Im very newly diagnosed (as in literally one week ago). Since my diagnosis ive sort of spiraled a bit. Now I view all my behaviors through the lens of OCD. In some ways I think it's good, im more cognizant of my obsessions and compulsions. On the other hand, I dont think every behavior is OCD related but my brain wants to put it into a neat little box like that.

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Anyways, in thinking about my behaviors and talking to my therapist, I've realized I suffer greatly with reassurance seeking. Whether it be googling things (to see others experiences), asking my friends/family, etc, I am CONSTANTLY needing reassurance. Especially when it comes to "will I be alright". I didnt see it as a compulsion before but now that I know it genuinely is because once I do it I get a little bit of a dopamine hit and my brain goes "okay youre safe... for now". And once that wears off I need to ask someone again. It's such a vicious cycle. I always thought I was just sensitive and needed support but I think it may be hurting me.

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If you are a reassurance seeker like I, how did you go about trying ERP for it? Is it just an abstinence sort of thing? Please share your experiences (honestly not sure if this is reassurance seeking in and of itself? Like I said Im questioning everyrhing)

TW: brief mentions of suicidal thoughts

6 weeks postpartum and had scheduled this appt way back in beginning of February. I knew that I was going to have issues with PPD/PPA (I have a long history of depression/anxiety) so tried to get in as soon as I could. Since giving birth in end of March my mood has tanked and ive been having horrible depressive episodes, panic attacks, and passive suicidal thoughts. I've reached out multiple times overs the past few weeks trying to get a sooner appt, they didnt have one.

Today I finally had my psychiatrist appt, hoping things would get better. That he'd listen to me. He asked me what meds im on--Prozac and buspar I told him-- to which I said they aren't helping me at all and im still incredibly depressed. He didnt ask for any clarification of symptoms or even what I was experiencing. He just said let's try bumping up the Prozac. He asked me about my baby and if hes doing well to whcih I said yes. He then said "you know that SSRIs do pass through breastmilk". Like okay?? What am I supposed to do, stop it entirely? I get its a liability thing but Im already in a fucking dark place and to have him seem to care more about my baby then whether on not I want to die is wild. I even put that Im having SI on my PHQ-9 and he made no mention of it.

I then asked him about a medication called Zurzuvae for PPD, he says he has no idea about it. Silence. I say, okay can you find out? He says yeah I guess I can look into it. He does a cursory google and says I have no idea about this med but its $16,000 for two weeks and I say okay well how can I go about getting it/finding out if my insurance will cover it. He says he'll try to check with his staff but no promises.

Three months. Four minute phone call. Absolutely no empathy felt like I was talking to a fucking robot. He did not once ask me how I was or even tell me that he hopes things get better. Whats the fucking point of this?

6 weeks postpartum and had scheduled this appt way back in beginning of February. I knew that I was going to have issues with PPD/PPA (I have a long history of depression/anxiety) so tried to get in as soon as I could. Since giving birth in end of March my mood has tanked and ive been having horrible depressive episodes, panic attacks, and passive suicidal thoughts. I've reached out multiple times overs the past few weeks trying to get a sooner appt, they didnt have one.

Today I finally had my psychiatrist appt, hoping things would get better. That he'd listen to me. He asked me what meds im on--Prozac and buspar I told him-- to which I said they aren't helping me at all and im still incredibly depressed. He didnt ask for any clarification of symptoms or even what I was experiencing. He just said let's try bumping up the Prozac. He asked me about my baby and if hes doing well to whcih I said yes. He then said "you know that SSRIs do pass through breastmilk". Like okay?? What am I supposed to do, stop it entirely? I get its a liability thing but Im already in a fucking dark place and to have him seem to care more about my baby then whether on not I want to die is wild. I even put that Im having SI on my PHQ-9 and he made no mention of it.

I then asked him about a medication called Zurzuvae for PPD, he says he has no idea about it. Silence. I say, okay can you find out? He says yeah I guess I can look into it. He does a cursory google and says I have no idea about this med but its $16,000 for two weeks and I say okay well how can I go about getting it/finding out if Kaiser will cover it. He says he'll try to check with his staff but no promises.

Three months. Four minute phone call. Absolutely no empathy felt like I was talking to a fucking robot. He did not once ask me how I was or even tell me that he hopes things get better. Whats the fucking point of this?