u/Responsible_Oil1975

I have worn sport bras my entire life and I want to try a regular bra. I’m looking at La Vie en Rose and Aerie bras, but I’m completely lost with the size guide because I’m getting two completely different sizes. I also tried the calculator and got a different size. I was thinking maybe to try a bralette too but I don’t whether to get a small or medium. My underbust is 30in and bust is 34.5.

I’m in a band with all guys and I love it (the music part, not the all guys part). We go on tour and play tons of shows, but it’s really hard sometimes. It feels like they all have their “bro code” and I’m just there. My bf is also in the band and he really tries to include me, but he can only do so much. It’s stuff like the other day two of the guys pushed me out of the way when taking a group photo bc my bf just had to be in the middle of them. Most of them are pretty nice to me, but one I’ve never had a conversation with and when I try he grunts. He’s like that around all girls. I feel like there’s two posses in the band, 3 of the guys and then the other three and I’m just left over. Please tell me this will get better 😩

Edit: were teens btw if you couldn’t tell 😭
Also, I can’t really find other people to play with bc it’s an organized thing through school and I have no control of who I play with.

I had 5 concussions over 6 years (2016-2021) in elementary school. I've been fucked up since the last one. I've been diagnosed with whole a bunch of issues craniocervical instability, Irlen syndrome, PTSD, and OCD to name a few.

High school is really friggin hard. I'm smart, I know I am. I am good at math and physics, but school is so unfairly hard. I've taken 3 classes every semester since grade 9 (I'm in grade 11). I can't handle 4, so I'm behind and will probably have to take an extra year, which I really don't wanna do. I switched to online school this year, which helps the ptsd and stuff, but it's not much easier.

I have an IEP, but it's not followed. Every teacher tells me "you look fine and you get good marks" so they just "forget". Today my teacher got pissed at me because I was wearing my Irlen glasses on the call. She told me to take them off and I didn't fight because I didn't have the energy to tell everyone in the class how fucked up I am. They're super dark and look like sunglasses, but she should've read the damn IEP. Now I just wanna cry, I've given up on advocating for myself because they always just act bothered and I end up feeling guilty because hence the OCD, "what if I'm not really sick and I'm telling everyone that I am because I'm a bad person. If everyone believes that I'm not sick then I must not be." I don't actually believe that, but my brain is always fucking against me.

I wake up every morning to my alarm, set a timer for another hour and go back to bed. I don't wanna wake up in the morning. I don't want to fall asleep because then if I wake up in the morning I have to do it all again. My family keeps telling me how easy I have it because I get the "luxury" of accommodations and I have less classes. My sister and mother keep telling me how lucky I am.

Anyways, thanks for reading this, I needed to put my feelings somewhere.

I’ve been dating this guy for 4 months and on Saturday as we were saying goodbye, he hugged me and whispered “I love you” in my ear! I said it back. Anyways I just had to get this off my chest!

I’m in grade 11 this year, my injury was in 2021. I chose to do online school this year because last year I missed about 2/3 of my classes and my symptoms were so bad.

Online school is going okay so far, but a big problem is that it’s all self paced and I have to teach everything to myself. This isn’t a problem for physics or math bc I’m really good at those subjects and they come really easily to me, but it’s a big problem for bio, English and psych. I also missed A LOT in English and bio from grades 7-10.

Today I was doing my bio work and I got confused bc it was telling me to do smth that I don’t remember ever learning, I probably missed it last year. I figured I’d ask my older sister who’s majoring in bio in uni if she could explain what I need to do bc she wasn’t busy and she wouldn’t help me. She said that she had to learn it on her own and now I have to.

I’m 2 weeks into school and I’m already completely confused because I missed so much last year. It’s not fair that I have to learn all this stuff while missing most of the classes and with a broken brain. This is also the first time I’m taking a full course load (4 classes each semester). Up until now, I’ve only done 3 per semester.

I’m scared because these are the marks I’m applying to uni with. I want to go into engineering. Last year I had an 88% average with my lowest mark being in English (73%).

If you have any advice, I could really use it now.

My friend of 8 years doesn't like my bf and I don't know what to do. My friend (lets call her Dani) and bf (lets call him Isaac) go to the same school, I go to a different one. When we first started dating, I waved at Issac at an event we all were at and Dani went, "OH MY GOD, DON'T TELL ME Y'ALL ARE A THING. HE'S GROSS AND UGLY AND DATED MY FRIEND, SO YOU CAN'T DATE HIM." His ex, the girl she's referring to, is not my friend, if she was I wouldn't have dated him in the first place. Anyways, I never confirmed or denied that we were a thing because I didn't know if it was going anywhere.

My friend is mad at me because her friend wants Isaac back. I knew that she wanted him back from the time we started dating, but Isaac doesn't have feelings for her anymore. I'm really happy with Isaac and I don't want to break up with him, but Dani wants me to break up with him.

I posted a photo with Isaac the other day for the first time and I haven't talked to Dani since, which is very unusual. I'm seeing Dani soon and I know she's gonna be really pissed at me. I can't stop being friends with her because our families are really good friends and I'm going to see her regardless. What am I supposed to say when she inevitably brings this up?

I’ve been on vacation and I miss him so much. I can’t even fathom ever cheating on him and I feel so bad even though it didn’t actually happen.

It’s been 4.5 years since my injury and I think I just made a big mistake. I’m 16 and play in a musical group. I became friends with one of the guys in the group and he asked me out a while later. He had just gotten out of a relationship, but I stupidly said yes. I really shouldn’t have.

We’ve been together for 3 months and it is genuinely going well. He’s super kind, caring and supportive, but something just doesn’t feel right. He has been the most understanding person that is my age. I haven’t been able to keep friends at all since my injury, mostly because I’m just too sick to make and keep plans and I don’t really go to school much, I’m switching to online. People slowly stop reaching out. I always keep to myself now and don’t have any friends.

I’m starting to remember why I’ve kept to myself this entire time. Yesterday we hung out all day and then I was supposed to go to his place for dinner. By the time we got to his house, I couldn’t hold my head up anymore and my brain was so slow. I told him and he kept trying to convince me to stay. I tried to explain myself and he said it was okay if I wasn’t 100% and he just wants to spend time with me. I went when downstairs when my mom got there and said bye to his mom and she seemed really pissed that I was leaving. I feel like an absolutely horrible person, but when my symptoms get that bad (headache, nausea, dizziness, fatigue, brain fog) I just want to be alone in my room.

I feel like I’m checked out of life 90% of the time. It feels like I’m just going through the actions.

I don’t think I’m ready for all of this, but I don’t know how to get out of it. Part of the reason I said yes in the first place was to prove my family wrong. Everyone told me I’d never get a boyfriend because “boys don’t like sick girls”. I know that is a really bad reason. I truly do like him, but I don’t know if I can do this.

I’m open to all advice and stories. I’m just really lost right now and having trouble talking about it with anyone because my family just doesn’t understand.

My 5th and most severe concussion was almost 5 years ago, when I was 11. I have since been diagnosed with post concussion syndrome, cranio-cervical instability, ptsd and social anxiety (also possibly ocd). I’m 16 now, going into grade 11. I’ve been on a reduced schedule and am 4 credits behind because I only took 6 classes each year.

My grades are pretty good, but I really struggle with English. My average last year was 88%. The only class below 85 was English, I got a 73 (which I’m not sure how that happened because I failed several unit tests).

I live in a Canadian city where knowing how to speak French is a really big deal. All of the schools have French immersion programs where half your classes are in French, but you can opt out of it. According to my sister, only the stupid kids opt out. I was in French immersion up until grade 9, when I begged my mother to sign the form to let me drop out because I couldn’t handle it anymore.

My parents both had strong opinions about that and regularly tell me that I’m not going to get anywhere if I’m not fluent in both languages. They say that I’m never going to get a job anywhere and I’m going to be relying on a man. One day my dad made a comment that I was going to be living in his basement forever, which really fucking hurt. The other day we went on a day trip to a city that is primarily French, and when I was buying something I made him talk to the cashier for me and my dad said that was a prime example of why I need to learn French right now and used that as a moment to point out everything I’m not doing. He made me feel really stupid and helpless. It’s also a reminder every single day because my sister, mom, dad and boyfriend are all fluent in both languages.

I’m in the process of getting a series of procedures to help my CCI. It’s stem cell injections into my neck, through the back of my throat every 6 months or so. The recovery from the procedures is absolute hell. I had my first one about 3 weeks ago and I’m going to need up to 3 more.

I’m already in so much pain and have so many symptoms. I can’t handle this anymore. I doubt myself every single day already, but for my parents to hint that I’m never going to get anywhere in life really hurts. My therapist gives me a pep talk every week that I will get better because he went through the same thing, but I really don’t know if I will. What if I never go to university and never get a job? That has been my dream since I was little and I don’t know if it’s going to happen. I’m not going to lie, I am smart, but I’m too damn sick to make use of it.

My parents are always comparing me to my sister because we’re close in age and she’s also very smart. I watched her walk across the stage last month to graduate. She won every award and scholarship and I know my parents are waiting for me to do the same and they’re going to be disappointed.

Anyways, if you read this whole thing thank you. I’m sorry for venting, it’s just nobody understands me.

My 5th and most severe concussion was almost 5 years ago, when I was 11. I have since been diagnosed with post concussion syndrome, cranio-cervical instability, ptsd and social anxiety (also possibly ocd). I’m 16 now, going into grade 11. I’ve been on a reduced schedule and am 4 credits behind because I only took 6 classes each year.

My grades are pretty good, but I really struggle with English. My average last year was 88%. The only class below 85 was English, I got a 73 (which I’m not sure how that happened because I failed several unit tests).

I live in a Canadian city where knowing how to speak French is a really big deal. All of the schools have French immersion programs where half your classes are in French, but you can opt out of it. According to my sister, only the stupid kids opt out. I was in French immersion up until grade 9, when I begged my mother to sign the form to let me drop out because I couldn’t handle it anymore.

My parents both had strong opinions about that and regularly tell me that I’m not going to get anywhere if I’m not fluent in both languages. They say that I’m never going to get a job anywhere and I’m going to be relying on a man. One day my dad made a comment that I was going to be living in his basement forever, which really fucking hurt. The other day we went on a day trip to a city that is primarily French, and when I was buying something I made him talk to the cashier for me and my dad said that was a prime example of why I need to learn French right now and used that as a moment to point out everything I’m not doing. He made me feel really stupid and helpless. It’s also a reminder every single day because my sister, mom, dad and boyfriend are all fluent in both languages.

I’m in the process of getting a series of procedures to help my CCI. It’s stem cell injections into my neck, through the back of my throat every 6 months or so. The recovery from the procedures is absolute hell. I had my first one about 3 weeks ago and I’m going to need up to 3 more.

I’m already in so much pain and have so many symptoms. I can’t handle this anymore. I doubt myself every single day already, but for my parents to hint that I’m never going to get anywhere in life really hurts. My therapist gives me a pep talk every week that I will get better because he went through the same thing, but I really don’t know if I will. What if I never go to university and never get a job? That has been my dream since I was little and I don’t know if it’s going to happen. I’m not going to lie, I am smart, but I’m too damn sick to make use of it.

My parents are always comparing me to my sister because we’re close in age and she’s also very smart. I watched her walk across the stage last month to graduate. She won every award and scholarship and I know my parents are waiting for me to do the same and they’re going to be disappointed.

Anyways, if you read this whole thing thank you. I’m sorry for venting, it’s just nobody understands me.

My 5th and most severe concussion was almost 5 years ago, when I was 11. I have since been diagnosed with post concussion syndrome, cranio-cervical instability, ptsd and social anxiety (also possibly ocd). I’m 16 now, going into grade 11. I’ve been on a reduced schedule and am 4 credits behind because I only took 6 classes each year.

My grades are pretty good, but I really struggle with English. My average last year was 88%. The only class below 85 was English, I got a 73 (which I’m not sure how that happened because I failed several unit tests).

I live in a Canadian city where knowing how to speak French is a really big deal. All of the schools have French immersion programs where half your classes are in French, but you can opt out of it. According to my sister, only the stupid kids opt out. I was in French immersion up until grade 9, when I begged my mother to sign the form to let me drop out because I couldn’t handle it anymore.

My parents both had strong opinions about that and regularly tell me that I’m not going to get anywhere if I’m not fluent in both languages. They say that I’m never going to get a job anywhere and I’m going to be relying on a man. One day my dad made a comment that I was going to be living in his basement forever, which really fucking hurt. The other day we went on a day trip to a city that is primarily French, and when I was buying something I made him talk to the cashier for me and my dad said that was a prime example of why I need to learn French right now and used that as a moment to point out everything I’m not doing. He made me feel really stupid and helpless. It’s also a reminder every single day because my sister, mom, dad and boyfriend are all fluent in both languages.

I’m in the process of getting a series of procedures to help my CCI. It’s stem cell injections into my neck, through the back of my throat every 6 months or so. The recovery from the procedures is absolute hell. I had my first one about 3 weeks ago and I’m going to need up to 3 more.

I’m already in so much pain and have so many symptoms. I can’t handle this anymore. I doubt myself every single day already, but for my parents to hint that I’m never going to get anywhere in life really hurts. My therapist gives me a pep talk every week that I will get better because he went through the same thing, but I really don’t know if I will. What if I never go to university and never get a job? That has been my dream since I was little and I don’t know if it’s going to happen. I’m not going to lie, I am smart, but I’m too damn sick to make use of it.

My parents are always comparing me to my sister because we’re close in age and she’s also very smart. I watched her walk across the stage last month to graduate. She won every award and scholarship and I know my parents are waiting for me to do the same and they’re going to be disappointed.

Anyways, if you read this whole thing thank you. I’m sorry for venting, it’s just nobody understands me.

I just want to preface this by saying, I am going to bring this up to my therapist on Monday.

A few months ago I (16F) started getting thoughts about my grandpa suddenly passing or having a medical episode. I would combat this thought by going to his house to check on him and make sure he was alive. A phone call would not cut it. Mind you, he lives with my uncle, so he isn't alone. I brought this up to my therapist who I'm already seeing for social anxiety and ptsd. He said it sounds like the beginning of ocd and to use the skills for intrusive thoughts that I already know and use for ptsd. That worked for a bit, but in the last month or so, things have gotten worse.

It almost feels like it happened overnight. The exact same thing is happening, but with different thoughts. A few are: the house catching on fire and my dogs dying, one of my dogs killing the other, my dad dying of a heart attack, my sister drowning in the bathtub, and so on. The images are so vivid, I'm not going to get into the details.. There's some that are much worse, but I don't want to share them. All of these get better when I go home and check on the person in the thought, but they keep coming back, sometimes even worse.

I've tried cognitive defusion religiously which works for my ptsd intrusive thoughts, but it's not budging these. I feel like I'm going crazy.

I (16F) have an older sister (18F) who just graduated high school. She's staying here for uni and going to live at home. My sister has been having some issues recently and she won't go to therapy or see things from a positive or even different perspective. Everything is glass half empty.

A little background on me, I had a brain injury almost 5 years ago and have been really struggling to do basic tasks and go to school. It fucks with pretty much every aspect of my life. I got surgery 2 weeks ago, so I've been worse than usual.

My sister vents to me 24/7 about every problem in her life. It isn't just venting though, she blames me for a lot of her problems and screams at me for them, even though not one of them is my fault. Today's fight was because her shorts were missing after my grandma did the laundry (they were under my dad's clothes where I told her to check). Every single week she screams at me because high school sucked for her and according to her, uni is going to be much worse. She says that I have it easy because I have accommodations because of my brain injury and that I will never understand how she struggles. She doesn't seem to get that I have struggles and problems too, just yells at me that her problems are bigger.

I'm honestly about to lose my shit. I'm in so much pain and have many worries and problems of my own. I can't go on listening to this anymore and getting blamed for things that aren't my fault. I've told her gently to find a therapist, but she won't. My mom offered to pay and take her, but she won't budge, she won't admit that she has a problem. She got furious at my mom and I after we both told her we'd help her look for the shorts, but to stop screaming because it wasn't our fault.

Anytime I'm happy or calm, she bursts into my room and dumps a new thing on me. She's been pissed at me because I recently got a boyfriend and she's been wanting a boyfriend for a long time. She said that it's not fair that I have a boyfriend before her. She also then made some hurtful comments about my appearance.

How the fuck am I supposed to handle this and keep my sanity? I can't go on like this. I brought it up to my therapist a while ago and he said just don't engage and there's nothing I can realistically do, but that's not working. She fucking storms into my room. This is taking a serious toll on my already not good mental health and my symptoms.

I(16F) just got my learners permit. I’ve had PCS for almost 5 years after repeated concussions. My dad is terrified to be in a car with me. Every single time he goes “does your head hurt, does your neck hurt, are you dizzy, are you tired?” He almost never asks how I’m doing, so I can’t help but think he thinks his life is in danger… He also gets pissed at me over every little thing that’s slightly wrong instead of telling me how to correct it.

It took me a while (longer than normal) to get a feel for how big the car is and how close it is to objects. When I got too close to the curb, he yelled at me and said I shouldn’t be on the road.

When my sister got her learner’s permit a year ago, he was not like this at all, he was very calm.

I fucking hate my messed up brain

I (16F) just got my learners permit. I’ve had PCS for almost 5 years after repeated concussions. My dad is terrified to be in a car with me. Every single time he goes “does your head hurt, does your neck hurt, are you dizzy, are you tired?” He almost never asks how I’m doing, so I can’t help but think he thinks his life is in danger… He also gets pissed at me over every little thing that’s slightly wrong instead of telling me how to correct it.

It took me a while (longer than normal) to get a feel for how big the car is and how close it is to objects. When I got too close to the curb, he yelled at me and said I shouldn’t be on the road.

When my sister got her learner’s permit a year ago, he was not like this at all, he was very calm.

I fucking hate my messed up brain

I (16F) have two catholic parents who very much push their beliefs on me. I recently got my first boyfriend and I’m feeling pretty horrible. No matter what I do, I can’t get the thought of virginity, dating to marry and all that stuff out of my head. Kissing feels wrong and god forbid I want to go further in the future, I can’t even imagine what it would feel like. It doesn’t feel wrong because of what I want or the guy, it feels wrong because that’s what my parents have been telling me since I was a kid. How do y’all deal with this?

I (16F) have two very religious parents who very much push their beliefs on me. I recently got my first boyfriend and I’m feeling pretty horrible. No matter what I do, I can’t get the thought of virginity, dating to marry and all that stuff out of my head. Kissing feels wrong and god forbid I want to go further in the future, I can’t even imagine what it would feel like. It doesn’t feel wrong because of what I want or the guy, it feels wrong because that’s what my parents have been telling me since I was a kid. How do y’all deal with this?