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just curious whether or not there is a pattern for certain enneagrams’ motives for working out or it’s completely dependent on the environment.

as a (probably unhealthy) 9, I can’t. I have no time or energy by the end of my day, so I can only do light stretches in the shower while watching YouTube or on my bed(if i even have the motivation to LOL). im not exactly overweight or require any, so I see no reason to other than some ‘future benefits’ and being more conventionally attractive… lol as if I gaf (no hate to those who do)

anyways yeah i just wanna know, I do not want to assume nor do I have a general basis (I have no friends), but im under the impression that 5, 7, and 8’s likely do workout as a routine(light exercises included), 2, 3, and 6’s depend, 1, 4, and 9 unlikely (no offence).

im ftm, an aspiring writer and ive always liked the body swap trope(even though i think most stories with it are kind of bs), but i do like the themes of exploring someone by quite literally being in their shoes, their mindset, and their daily interactions with others. Im looking for feedback as to what topics i should avoid for it to not be seen as transphobic or anti-trans allegory. I don’t exactly trust myself with writing, along with the fact I have 0 trans friends, so I really want to hear other trans people’s opinions about it.

the general premise of the story(loosely) are two young adults in university who struggle with gender dysphoria and disliking their appearance, expectations of parents(academically), mental health, loneliness, lookism/pretty privilege, poverty, religion(only slightly touched upon) and more. academic life especially is a struggle due to expectations placed upon them, as both see performing well to be their only goal, one to satisfy her parents and the other wanting to succeed to give his family a better life.

i plan it to be a bittersweet and raw story(imo), where the ending has both characters being unable to return to their bodies, one is unable to reconcile with it, and the other is willing to continue living with the other’s body. they don’t meet ever again. (still debating on who is who)

please give me advice if you are a writer!! or potential themes you would absolutely HATE to see in a story like this! or if i should not even begin to touch on these topics! and ill answer any questions about my idea if it will help form a more solid opinion!

I don’t know a lot of other autistic people, so im genuinely wondering about how you all describe tastes. All my friends say I have a wack sense of taste, but I’m unsure if it’s because of that or I just suck at describing. Do people understand you when you try to describe a flavour without an immediate reference?

Words, ‘tangy’, ‘tart’, ‘sharp’, ‘zesty’, all fall under the same category in my opinion. I have described oranges and strawberries as sour if they aren’t exactly ripe. American Cheese is sour. Lemons are bitter and sour, sometimes sweet. Barbecue sauce is sour.

im a transman(closeted), and my country has a policy where all men over 18 to go into military training. however, i genuinely do not support going to war for my country, but despite that, my country severely lacks manpower so military training is basically a must for all cis men.

i want to go into the military as it could help me become less dysphoric, but i dont support wars and using people to fight for their country. however, as far as i know, people in my country are actually using it as a point to be transphobic to transmen(eg. “you’re a man? so you must have went into the military right?”). im physically fit. i am 18. i literally do not have any other reason to not go into the military if im not an “actual man”. I’m still technically studying, so I have about a few years to actually confirm my decision. i heard they also are enlisting for the female navy, but hearing it just makes me feel a bit more sick. im seriously unsure of what to do.

thanks in advance for any advice and sorry if this post is messy im really stressed

edit: im from singapore, i understand not a lot of people are from here but basically: cis men who are 18+, if they aren’t mentally or physically impaired, HAVE to do military training. every single cis men i know dreads it, and they bond over it, it’s like the one thing in common in all cis men; it’s basically like a culture atp. im a transman, and im physically fit to do military training, just that its not mandatory unlike cis men.

pre and post ed (im healthy weight now), I’ve looked in the mirror and have never felt satisfied.

i went from slightly overweight bmi to severely underweight bmi, and every single day during back then when i looked into the mirror, I’ve never felt satisfied or happy with how I looked. eventually, i just started thinking that i was ugly and subhuman, and wallowed in self pity and depression, i forgot about dieting, and I neglected all my needs

I didn’t eat or drink or sleep much, i attended school like i was a zombie and fell asleep in class. i distanced myself from my friends and eventually couldn’t communicate with them properly since i developed brain fog from excessive device use and lack of sleep.

I didn’t brush my teeth often, forgetting to do so when going to school, and I would intentionally hold my bladder until I didn’t need to go to the toilet because I didn’t want to stain my bedsheets. I wouldn’t do my homework, I wouldn’t show up to school sometimes since I also got sick often, and I would continuously get yelled my teachers. to which
I would lie and say that I was like that because of variously malicious reasons, some I could remember: “a family member passed away”, “a pet passed away”, “I am sick” (then I would cough in their face), “I want to kill myself, and if you tell anyone, I will do it”, “I injured myself”, “im on my period”, and more. i don’t condone this behaviour anymore, and i respect my teachers now.

I probably still suffer from body dysmorphia even now. I just try not to look into the mirror and avoid taking photos with other people, but at least i can say that im healthy and don’t suffer too much from an eating disorder anymore. sure, im wary of what i eat, but im not limiting my food intake. i think I could count that as a win, in my opinion.

I’m not diagnosed. I just turned 18. I am a female. I have no money or time or motivation to get one. I generally suspect I have ADHD.

If you don’t want to read(or listen), please don’t reply with negativity or GENERAL advice and make my life worse.

I just turned 18 and I have nowhere to turn to, I don’t have suicidal thoughts, but I don’t have motivation to do anything. The only thing I have going for me is watching YouTube or doomscrolling, even though I have a couple of projects piled up to do in 2 weeks, and I haven’t touched them at all. My diploma is based on information technology, and when I do manage to lug myself out of bed to my desk, I get easily distracted and I go back to doomscrolling.

I can not start my work at all. I do not want to do anything. Because I am not diagnosed, I am ‘lazy’(from: grandparents, other redditors), and a ‘bum’(from: tiktokers, friends, classmates). I only have a couple of friends who I barely talk to.

I don’t know what to do with my life, honestly. I kind of want to drop out, but with no work, there comes no luxury. I’ve entertained the idea of getting a sugar daddy/mommy, but that also sounds too degrading and too much work to maintain.

I don’t want to disappoint my family, who are Asian, and become a dropout, but I literally cannot bring myself to do anything. I barely passed my first year in college, and I don’t think I can even get through my second, let alone third. As for how I even passed my first, I pushed all my work onto my teammates and plagiarised most of it. Not my proudest moment, I will admit. I didn’t get caught.

I’m still lying in my bed as I am typing at 8pm. I woke up at 12pm. I haven’t brushed my teeth or gone to the toilet. I don’t even know how it could’ve gotten this bad, and I honestly feel pathetic.

This overwhelming sense of dread that’s befalling on me is the worst I’ve ever felt, especially since this is my second birthday by myself, rotting on my bed.