u/Princesspeachxoxo_

Hi guys I just started this new serving job and I’m really nervous. Not to sound dramatic or anything but I have social anxiety and bpd and I genuinely need help with handling negative social interactions. There’s no way around bad customers or rude people I know but do you guys have any tips or advice on how to handle it? What are some things I can do that gives me an advantage? What are some things I need to know that could make me a 5-10 server to a 8/10 server? I know cuz 10/10 isnt possible for a new server. I know ill make mistakes and I know I’ll probably end up in the bathroom crying my eyes out most days but if I can minimize it it would be amazing. Any advice is helpful!!

Hi. I have reason to believe I was raised by a borderline, psychopathic, narcissistic, monster. My mother is severely mentally unstable. From the time I gained consciousness all I knew and could remember is being abused and neglected by my mother. She is a raging bulimic and anorexic on top of all of it. She starved me, beat me until I was black and blue, forced me to do vigorous exercise with her on top of 4 hours of gymnastics practice (I was a gymnast for 9 years). She always had all the fridges and cabinets locked up so I couldn’t get any food or anything. I was severely malnourished from a baby to 15. She stunted my growth to the point where I didn’t get my period until I was 16. And now I feel like so much less of a woman because I have hardly any boobs or hips. She always made sure to have weekly weigh ins and if I gained even an ounce of weight, I’d be punished beat and forced to do even more vigorous exercise without any food. She forced me to take laxatives from the time I was 7. She even went as far as to stuff something up my butt to make me go to the bathroom straight away cuz she suspected “I ate too much” I had/“snuck” one granola bar. She would always make me and my sister steal food from grocery stores and Disney world for her. She’d be obsessed with food and we were just her little minions who got it for her and she’d barf it all up. I remember one time I was sleeping in her room and I woke up to her hunched over a huge bucket with her fingers down her throat while watching tv on her phone like it was a normal thing to do.

When I grew up to be around 14 and she realized she couldn’t abuse me anymore she started fostering kids. Little children from 9 months to 4. And she abused them as well. She would hold them down and force ghost pepper seeds into their mouth and hot sauce until they choke and scream and could hardly breathe it sounded like they were dying. She’d beat them on the bottom of their feet and stab them in their heads with her car keys. She’d pluck and pinch them if they stared too long at her or cried too long after being punished. Oh god my mother is a monster and I’m so afraid. She’s been to jail once for child abuse and when she got out she blamed my little 6 year old sister and I for her being there. Because I recorded evidence of her abusing children. She refuses to admit there’s anything wrong with her to this day. I have bpd and bulimia and cptsd all because of ny mother. I think of suicide every second of every day. I’ve had countless attempts and all of which I went to the hospital and never had any visits. I was pregnant with my child who I gave up for adoption at barely 19 and gave birth to him all alone on Christmas Eve with not one family member in that room. Because my mother didn’t wanna go cuz she “wanted to keep him” why would I let that happen??? So she could abuse him as well???? I do and did everything alone in this world. What did I do to deserve this? What did I do?

Hi. I have reason to believe I was raised by a borderline, psychopathic, narcissistic, monster. My mother is severely mentally unstable. From the time I gained consciousness all I knew and could remember is being abused and neglected by my mother. She is a raging bulimic and anorexic on top of all of it. She starved me, beat me until I was black and blue, forced me to do vigorous exercise with her on top of 4 hours of gymnastics practice (I was a gymnast for 9 years). She always had all the fridges and cabinets locked up so I couldn’t get any food or anything. I was severely malnourished from a baby to 15. She stunted my growth to the point where I didn’t get my period until I was 16. And now I feel like so much less of a woman because I have hardly any boobs or hips. She always made sure to have weekly weigh ins and if I gained even an ounce of weight, I’d be punished beat and forced to do even more vigorous exercise without any food. She forced me to take laxatives from the time I was 7. She even went as far as to stuff something up my butt to make me go to the bathroom straight away cuz she suspected “I ate too much” I had/“snuck” one granola bar. She would always make me and my sister steal food from grocery stores and Disney world for her. She’d be obsessed with food and we were just her little minions who got it for her and she’d barf it all up. I remember one time I was sleeping in her room and I woke up to her hunched over a huge bucket with her fingers down her throat while watching tv on her phone like it was a normal thing to do.

When I grew up to be around 14 and she realized she couldn’t abuse me anymore she started fostering kids. Little children from 9 months to 4. And she abused them as well. She would hold them down and force ghost pepper seeds into their mouth and hot sauce until they choke and scream and could hardly breathe it sounded like they were dying. She’d beat them on the bottom of their feet and stab them in their heads with her car keys. She’d pluck and pinch them if they stared too long at her or cried too long after being punished. Oh god my mother is a monster and I’m so afraid. She’s been to jail once for child abuse and when she got out she blamed my little 6 year old sister and I for her being there. Because I recorded evidence of her abusing children. She refuses to admit there’s anything wrong with her to this day. I have bpd and bulimia and cptsd all because of ny mother. I think of suicide every second of every day. I’ve had countless attempts and all of which I went to the hospital and never had any visits. I was pregnant with my child who I gave up for adoption at barely 19 and gave birth to him all alone on Christmas Eve with not one family member in that room. Because my mother didn’t wanna go cuz she “wanted to keep him” why would I let that happen??? So she could abuse him as well???? I do and did everything alone in this world. What did I do to deserve this? What did I do?

Caption. I had a really nice date with this guy (28m) and me (21F) last night. And it lasted for about 5 hours and we went to three different bars, he asked to kiss me mutiple times, held my hand, bought me a book from this book store we went to because he saw I was really into it. And when the date was over, he even walked me back to the metro station and kissed me but then the next day he texted me saying “hey I think you’re really attractive and I had a great time but I think we’re both in two different stages of life right now best of luck with everything”. I’m confused. Do you guys think he thought I was ugly? Pls help I have bpd and rejection truly feels like death