u/Prudent-Designer7121

I have read the FAQ. My 6 month old has a mark on her leg that I noticed last week. It’s two tiny dots that are spaced 3mm apart from each other. My husband said it was nothing but I haven’t been able to put it out of my mind. I brought her to the pediatrician this morning and got told that unless she shows symptoms, she’s fine (but in my mind, should I wait till she shows symptoms if the moment she does, she’s dead?). I have no clue what to do, we have bats in the area and sometimes I hear sounds (idk of what) in the vents at our house. Just feeling a lot of uncertainty

Basically, when did you realize that the constant bullying, verbal abuse, physical abuse, etc from your JNMIL was too much and things were left unchecked from your SO for too long, that you eventually realized there was no fixing your relationship?

I feel like my relationship and emotional wellbeing have been permanently damaged from years of my mil doing egregious things to me and never faced consequences from my SO for anything. Now all I feel is resentment…

I’m not sure if this is the four month sleep regression or what but it’s been hell. My baby girl is four months now and will instantly cry and scream if I’m not holding her. She cannot be held by anyone else, even her dad. She will not sleep unless I hold her. The moment I put her down in her crib she wakes up and screams. The moment I try to give her to her dad, she screams.

I cannot rest, I cannot eat, I cannot use the bathroom—I’ve been struggling with symptoms of a UTI for the last week because I can’t use the bathroom or else she screams without me. I think I’m going to die.

Wtf do I do. She’s teething too so she’s also angry about that but it doesn’t matter, Tylenol doesn’t help, she hates her teething toys.

I can’t do this.

It’s a long story but basically I’ve worked with my job (not a trucker) for two years now. They just started implementing requiring us to get DOT physicals done. I had a baby a couple of months ago and I have been struggling with postpartum depression. This weekend something happened and I hurt myself and I got placed on a hold.

I am currently stable and do not want to hurt myself or others. However I’m required to take my DOT physical with concentra this week and I’m worried they’ll see I’ve been institutionalized. I’m unsure of what to do. I really can’t afford to lose my job, it’s something that gets me out of the house and helps me cope with my PPD

It’s a long story but basically I’ve worked with my job for two years now. They just started implementing requiring us to get DOT physicals done. I had a baby a couple of months ago and I have been struggling with postpartum depression. This weekend something happened and I hurt myself and I got placed on a hold.

I am currently stable and do not want to hurt myself or others. However I’m required to take my DOT physical with concentra this week and I’m worried they’ll see I’ve been institutionalized. I’m unsure of what to do. I really can’t afford to lose my job, it’s something that gets me out of the house and helps me cope with my PPD

I’m so exhausted. My husband and I have been together for over six years and the last two years have been horrendous. He joined the military a year and a half ago and I feel like all of the emotional issues we never fully dealt with, hit a head when he joined.

He left for basic training and tech school and ended up being away for a LOT longer than planned (I won’t go into why but it was because of something he omitted). This put our relationship to the worst fucking test imaginable. I ended up visiting him in tech school and got pregnant but had to go back home and spent my entire pregnancy except for the last month of it, completely alone. He was gone for over a year when he was only supposed to be gone for 5 months. We fought over FaceTime and on the phone almost every night and it was usually about how I felt emotionally neglected. Because even when he had free time during tech school, he’d spend it playing video games or talking to his peers, I’d be on the phone for over an hour most nights, listening to him talk to everyone else.

I was an idiot for thinking things would be different when he came home. They weren’t. The first month he was back, he admitted that he was bored and wanted to volunteer for deployment. Then when we argued about it (I was weeks away from having our baby) he told me that “maybe he’d miss me more if he was away from me.”

Postpartum hasn’t been any better. I mistakenly thought that paternity leave meant, helping your spouse with your child during their most vulnerable months? Nope. He spent a good chunk of it playing video games for hours with his buddies, going out with his buddies, etc. There was a day last week where I asked him for some help changing the baby’s poopy diaper (because he always would ask me for help) and he told me he couldn’t because he had to finish a ranked game. When I put more pressure on him about it, he very quickly helped and then rushed back, ended up losing the game and then proceeded to lecture me about how I “don’t take his gaming seriously and that it’s very important to him”.

It was only after I made a reddit post about this (he stalks me on reddit) and also told his father to talk to him (he doesn’t care to hear what I have to say, he’ll hear out others though) that he’s finally cut down on the gaming and has stepped up more to help with the baby and helping me with the house. I just think it’s funny, it took 16 weeks for him to cut it out and now he’s back at work this week.

We got in a huge fight last night about his parents and how they don’t want to see the baby unless they can hold her (I made it a condition that they needed updated vaccines to see the baby. My mother in law said her Dr stated she couldn’t get any because they’d give her a reaction. I’m unsure if this is true or not because she is friends with several people who are very proudly antivax but I didn’t challenge it. We agreed that they would only be able to see the baby through an open car window while wearing masks until baby was old enough to get most of her shots.) We got in a fight because this would all be easier if everyone would just get vaccines, and my husband completely brushed over a fucked up comment his mom made to me when we drove by: she jokingly stated how she’s going to “steal my baby from me”.

I’m sick of it. Im tired of feeling like im my only support, especially emotional support. I’m tired of feeling like I can never have an actual conversation with my husband. He rarely ever talks to me in depth and if I ask him to, it’s extremely forced. And whenever we fight about it, the blame gets put on me because im not able to handle his emotions according to him but he never even tells me how he feels in the first place.

I just wanted love and now I just feel like a shell of myself.

I live in Colorado. There have already been two hantavirus cases in the last two weeks here from local endemic mice. I was exposed to mouse droppings in a garage at work earlier this week…

There’s no way I’m not going to get it. I already breathed stuff in and now everyone in this state seems to be catching it from our deer mice. I’m terrified

I want to clarify first, I AM NOT ASKING FOR MEDICAL ADVICE! Especially since there’s nothing a doctor could do for me in this situation.

I was at work recently out in the mountains. We had to check one of the work vans that is in a small garage that it hasn’t been checked in a while. The garage was covered in mouse droppings. We didn’t sweep them or anything but I had to be in the van for a few hours going through inventory and whatnot. Should I get my affairs in order for these next 8 weeks?

I know reassurance seeking is not allowed. I’m going to try my best to ensure I don’t ask for that in my post, not that it would do much anyways, I already exposed myself and there’s nothing I can do.

Two nights ago, I was on shift at work. I work in the mountains in the southwest, which is prime territory for hantavirus. I want to make it clear—I’m an not worried about the variant from the cruise, I am worried about the one close to my home, I live in a state where it occurs more frequently than other places in the US. Anyways, while at work last night my crew and I were assigned to do a check on the ambulance in a separate bay that doesn’t get used very often. It hadn’t been checked in two weeks. We pulled it out of the bay to do inventory on it, which probably took two hours.

We sat in the dusty old rig for two whole hours and when done, we brought it back in the bay. It was then that I realized, the bay was completely covered in mouse droppings and nesting material. And like, completely covered, it was everywhere. I tried to ensure I didn’t step on anything but what was done is done. I’m 100% positive i breathed it in. I was in the bay when the rig was being backed in too.

My coworkers didn’t seem to care. I do. Someone in my hometown died of hantavirus from the local variant, not even two weeks ago. I have an appointment set with a lawyer this week to get my will together because I already know, the incubation period for most people is about two to three weeks.

I’m absolutely devastated. I just had a baby and now I won’t be here for her. I wish I never went to work the other night…

I was at work recently out in the mountains. We had to check one of the work vans that is in a small garage that it hasn’t been checked in a while. The garage was covered in mouse droppings. We didn’t sweep them or anything but I had to be in the van for a few hours going through inventory and whatnot. Should I get my will in order in these next 8 weeks? Lol

I’m at work tonight (EMT) and my station is out in the mountains of Colorado. So we get hantavirus more than not. We had to check one of the ambulances that is in a separate bay, it hasn’t been checked in a while. The bay was covered in mouse droppings. We didn’t sweep them or anything was I was in the bay when the ambulance was being backed into it. I’m starting to freak out.

I fucking hate going through hell, doing this all by myself with no one to rely on and no one who will check in on me. The moment I had a baby—everyone disappeared. Like no joke, I haven’t had a single friend reach out to me since my baby’s been born. My family is no better, they call purely to check on the baby, when they come over, it’s to see the baby. I’ve tried time after time to reach out to my own mother, telling her that I’m not okay but she doesn’t care to listen, she’ll get off the phone as quick as possible.

I have no one to talk to. I don’t feel human anymore. I don’t want to be here anymore.

Edit: to the people claiming I’m entitled for wanting support from my own family, and anyone else who agrees with this sentiment—I’d rather not have you comment on my post, I don’t find that viewpoint helpful in any way.

This has been a reoccurring issue with my husband and I. We’ve been together to a while and he’s always had a tendency to “plow over” any plans of mine with his. I’ve never brought it up to him because any time I bring up any issues with him, he gets defensive and passive aggressive. I always viewed it as “one less thing” to make him angry about, so I can keep my own sanity.

Well, things boiled over today. We have a new baby and because of this, we’ve both been busy with the baby, however, I tend to always get stuck with the baby for any of his last minute plans he brings up. Which I’m okay with but whenever I tell him ahead of time that I have plans for the day, even if he says he has nothing going on, he’ll magically last minute have super important things he has to get done and thus, my plans don’t matter anymore—he gets to go out and do what he needs to do while my plans get thrown out the window.

This morning, I asked if he had anything going on, he told me “no”. I then told him I needed to pick something up at the store and immediately after he said he had something super important he needed to do for our housing stuff at a financial office. I told him “okay, I’ll wait to go do my thing after that gets done.” Well, it took longer than expected and when he finally got around to doing it, he came back and told me he had a car part that got dropped off at his parents place for his project car and that actually he needed to go pick that up too. I told him okay, I’ll continue waiting until after that gets done but asked if he’d actually watch the baby when he gets back or was he going to work on his project car? He got quiet and then started getting angry and passive-aggressively telling me to “go do whatever I wanted” while he takes the baby. I told him right up front, I feel like he doesn’t think my plans are important and he became even more angry and passive aggressive.

I can’t tell if I’m the AH or not but I always feel guilty for having any plans of my own. I feel like I’m not allowed to have any scheduled free time and for this one instance where I tried asking if I could actually have my time to go do the things I planned over him doing things that he remembers last minute, I feel like I’m being guilt tripped.

My partner always knows when to say the absolute worst thing in any given moment. For example, yesterday we were taking a drive and talking about how we wanted to eventually move to another state but I mentioned that it’s good we haven’t yet because I gave birth only a couple of months ago and it would’ve been hard because I would’ve had even less support than I currently do.

He felt it was a great idea to tell me, “oh yeah, it probably would’ve been a murder-suicide!” In an oddly cheery voice. I asked him to elaborate and he told me that because of my PPD, I probably would’ve done “what all of those other women do.”

I got quiet and he began to get super uncomfortable. I asked why he thought it was even remotely okay to say that to me, especially because I am struggling with PPD and suicidal thoughts but I’d never in a million years try to murder my family. He began to back track and say that meant it another way, that he was just finding it interesting that other women go through that. When I further confronted him, he then completely denied saying anything at all.

We got into another argument about it later, this time he claims that I’m overly sensitive and if he said it to anyone else, they’d find it funny/nothing wrong with it and there’s just something wrong with me and how I interpret things. Is there something wrong with me?

tldr: my husband says I’m being too sensitive about his joke claiming I’d be a family annihilator even though I’m currently struggling with PPD.

My partner always knows when to say the absolute worst thing in any given moment. For example, yesterday we were taking a drive and talking about how we wanted to eventually move to another state but I mentioned that it’s good we haven’t yet because I gave birth only a couple of months ago and it would’ve been hard because I would’ve had even less support than I currently do.

He felt it was a great idea to tell me, “oh yeah, it probably would’ve been a murder-suicide!” In an oddly cheery voice. I asked him to elaborate and he told me that because of my PPD, I probably would’ve done “what all of those other women do.”

I got quiet and he began to get super uncomfortable. I asked why he thought it was even remotely okay to say that to me, especially because I am struggling with PPD and suicidal thoughts but I’d never in a million years try to murder my family. He began to back track and say that meant it another way, that he was just finding it interesting that other women go through that. When I further confronted him, he then completely denied saying anything at all.

We got into another argument about it later, this time he claims that I’m overly sensitive and if he said it to anyone else, they’d find it funny/nothing wrong with it and there’s just something wrong with me and how I interpret things. Is there something wrong with me?

My partner always knows when to say the absolute worst thing in any given moment. For example, this morning we were taking a drive and talking about how we wanted to eventually move to another state but I mentioned that it’s good we haven’t yet because I gave birth only a couple of months ago and it would’ve been hard because I would’ve had even less support than I currently do.

He felt it was a great idea to tell me, “oh yeah, it probably would’ve been a murder-suicide!” In an oddly cheery voice. I asked him to elaborate and he told me that because of my PPD, I probably would’ve done “what all of those other women do.”

I got quiet and he began to get super uncomfortable. I asked why he thought it was even remotely okay to say that to me, especially because I am struggling with PPD and suicidal thoughts but I’d never in a million years try to murder my family. He began to back track and say that he never said that, that he was just finding it interesting that other women go through that. When I further confronted him, he then completely denied saying anything at all.

I’ve never felt worse about myself as a mother than I do today :(

No I’m not doing okay, but that doesn’t matter much. Lately I’ve been crying a lot and unfortunately, my baby sees it the most. She’s 11 weeks and I’m scared I’m traumatizing her.