u/absoluteweirdolmao

don’t remember it clearly at all and I don’t remember who exactly it was but a family member, one of my older brothers or my mother has previously slapped me on my arse, this has happened countless of times and i’ve never really thought much about it. i think it was my mother but it has been a while since it’s happened and I hate even thinking it happened, it makes me feel like a horrible person

i suspect I have POTS but am unsure on how to bring it up with a doctor. I am a minor and have brought up the possibility of POTS with my mother however she has told me not to worry about it. I have been monitoring my heart rate quite a bit today and yesterday, doing basic tasks causes my hr to jump significantly. i’ve researched a lot about POTS and align with almost every symptom i have read, i’ve read other conditions that present similarly to POTS as well just in case. My heart rate jumps significantly higher after walking up my stairs, I did that home version of the Tilt table test and jumped 30bpm in 3 minutes, how do i still convince my mother to actually book an appointment because my health has been so off recently and I believe it is impacted by the suspected POTS . symptoms have been present since late 2023- early 2024 but not every day, they have gotten worse this year than they ever have

we barely talk anymore but every time i see a message from them i like get all excited and smiley and my heart pounds and i don’t even know if he’s taken and idk how to ask😓

One thing I will never understand is why Lindsay James told Amy porter to say that what Bolton Smilie did was attempted rape, as a victim herself she would know how impacted someone would be from an experience like that. I understand she wanted to get back at waterloo road but still, she herself knew how much of a horrible thing rape is to go through ? does anyone have any ideas as to why she said this because it actually confuses me😭

i hate even thinking this, deeply i hate it with every bone in my body but i have been thinking this for a while on and off for years at this point but constantly think “it’s not sa we were both children, he was younger than me he did not know what was going on.” but i don’t know anymore. i was 8 and he was 6, he is my younger cousin and we were having a sleepover. i was on the top bunk with him because his older brother was on the bottom bunk, he kept asking me to lay on him and was touching me but i can’t remember where he touched me but it was places i didn’t like i told him no but he kept saying to do it. said he’d tell his dad. he lay on me at one point, might have been twice? i didn’t like it at all i hated the entire thing and i said no. he touched me and i remember it all the time but i can’t pin point where he touched me exactly. he was only a little boy and didn’t mean anything by it but it genuinely haunts me sometimes

I cant even remember it clearly, we were both young i hate it. he is my younger cousin, I love him but i hate what happened. I can’t talk to anyone about it because he was young, younger than me and he wouldn’t have understood. even if he still spoke sexually with me after what happened. i can’t remember it properly but at the same time i remember it all too well i hate it i hate it so so much. why did i have to remember it. i didn’t want to. i wanted to live in bliss not remembering that sleepover.

i hate even thinking this, deeply i hate it with every bone in my body but i have been thinking this for a while on and off for years at this point but constantly think “it’s not sa we were both children, he was younger than me he did not know what was going on.” but i don’t know anymore. i was 8 and he was 6, he is my younger cousin and we were having a sleepover. i was on the top bunk with him because his older brother was on the bottom bunk, he kept asking me to lay on him and was touching me but i can’t remember where he touched me but it was places i didn’t like i told him no but he kept saying to do it. said he’d tell his dad. he lay on me at one point, might have been twice? i didn’t like it at all i hated the entire thing and i said no. he touched me and i remember it all the time but i can’t pin point where he touched me exactly. he was only a little boy and didn’t mean anything by it but it genuinely haunts me sometimes