u/aezack17

During a manic episode, I spent almost $5,000 on a hamster and basically everything that came with it: cage, accessories, food, bedding, toys, etc. I was completely obsessed with the idea at the time and kept buying more and more stuff.

Now that I'm out of the episode, I'm looking at all of it and just thinking, what the fuck was I doing? I don't want any of it anymore. The excitement is completely gone.

Obviously, the hamster is a living animal and I can't just treat it like some random purchase I regret. But now I genuinely don't know what I'm supposed to do with the hamster and all the stuff I bought.

Should I try to rehome the hamster and sell or donate the supplies? I feel horrible about the whole thing, especially knowing how much money I spent.

I came across this post about a 52-year-old man and a 22-year-old man who were allegedly caught together, and the comments are basically calling the relationship tak wajar, immoral, disgusting, etc. Well, I'm not surprised.

I get that the age gap is huge and I would also question the power dynamic if the older guy is actually the younger guy’s superior. If there was coercion, manipulation, grooming or abuse of authority, then obviously that’s a serious issue.

But what I'm more interested in is the fact that they're both men.

Obviously, homosexuality is haram in Islam and same-sex relationships are not accepted legally/religiously in Malaysia. But if we take Islam out of the equation for a moment, what exactly is inherently wrong with two consenting adults being in a relationship?

I've been thinking about how often we were taught that something is “wrong” simply because Allah says it's haram, without really questioning why it is harmful or immoral in the first place.

I’m not saying every age-gap relationship is automatically healthy. There can obviously be power imbalances and exploitation. But that's a separate issue from the fact that they're both men.

So I'm curious what you guys think.

Do you think homosexuality is actually immoral in itself, or do you think we were taught to see it as immoral primarily because Islam says it is?

And if you think it's objectively immoral even outside of Islam, what would be the reasoning behind that?

I’m using Minoxidil 5% for my beard and moustache.

My plan is to apply Minoxidil at 5:00 PM and leave it for 4 hours. At 9:30 PM, I’ll wash my face and do my normal skincare routine before sleeping at 10:00 PM.

Routine:

- 5:00 PM: Rinse face with water → dry → Minoxidil 5%

- 9:30 PM: Cleanser → skincare

- 10:00 PM: Sleep

For skincare, I use:

- Retinol 0.3% — once a week

- Salicylic Acid 1% — twice a week

- Moisturizer — daily

Does this routine make sense? Is waiting 4 hours before washing off the Minoxidil the better approach?

Any feedback or advice from people who use Minoxidil for their beard would be appreciated.

TW: childhood bullying, mental health, suicidal thoughts

I've been thinking a lot lately about my childhood and how much those experiences may have shaped the way I see myself, other people and relationships. I was never physically bullied, but I experienced a lot of social and psychological bullying, and I don't think I understood how deeply it affected me until I became an adult.

I was a boy who never really fit in with the other boys. I was quiet, feminine and different, and even at a young age I could tell that I didn't quite belong. In primary school, nobody really wanted to sit next to me. I remember one particular incident that has stayed in my mind for years. There was an empty seat beside a boy, so I went and sat there. As soon as he noticed me, he immediately stood up and made a disgusted face, as if the idea of sitting next to me was unbearable.

What makes that memory even sadder is that I didn't understand that I was being bullied. I was just a child. I didn't have the emotional awareness or the words to understand why someone would react that way towards me. I didn't think, "This person is bullying me." I just thought there must be something wrong with me, or maybe people simply didn't like being around me. Eventually, I stopped expecting anyone to sit with me and became accustomed to being alone.

By the time I entered secondary school, my self-esteem was already extremely low. I was constantly conscious of how other people looked at me and I became very afraid of being judged or talked about. My school had students from different ethnic backgrounds, and strangely enough, I found myself becoming closer to Chinese and Indian classmates than Malay classmates. There was even a point where I thought that if they talked about me, at least they would be speaking a language I didn't understand. Looking back, that thought says a lot about how insecure and frightened I was of being rejected.

There was one Chinese guy in my class who I felt comfortable around. Every year when we started a new school year, I would quietly make sure that I got the seat next to him. He never made me feel uncomfortable and he never treated me as though there was something wrong with me. Fortunately, we remained in the same class from our junior years all the way until senior year, so I always had at least one person beside me who made school feel a little less lonely.

Then I went to university, and that was another major change in my life because it was the first time I had ever been away from my family. I was extremely homesick and I also struggled to make friends. I am naturally a quiet person, but I think it was more than simply being introverted. By then, I had already developed a fear that people wouldn't want me around, so approaching people and trying to form friendships was difficult for me. Part of me was always expecting rejection before it even happened.

Then, somehow, I ended up joining a group of people who basically "adopted" me. They were loud, chaotic and completely different from me, while I was probably the quietest person in the group. Somehow, none of that mattered to them. They included me anyway, and I eventually became part of the group.

I've been friends with these people since 2012, which is still something I find quite incredible when I think about it. Most of them live in the southern part of the country now while I live up north, so we obviously don't see each other as often as we used to. However, we still have the group chat that we created back when we were university students, and somehow it has remained active all these years later. We only recently met up earlier this July, went on a vacation together and are already making plans for another vacation.

They tease me quite a lot, but I know there is a difference between their teasing and what I experienced as a child. I know they are joking, I know they are not trying to humiliate me and most importantly, I know they actually like having me around. I can laugh about it because I feel safe with them. That feeling of being able to joke around without constantly wondering whether someone secretly dislikes me is something I don't take for granted.

I've also been diagnosed with anxiety and bipolar disorder, and sometimes I wonder how much of my fear of rejection and the way I perceive other people's reactions is connected to what I experienced growing up. I still overthink things a lot. If someone's tone changes slightly, I can immediately start wondering whether I've done something wrong. If someone seems distant, I can start thinking that maybe they are tired of me or don't want me around anymore. If someone doesn't reply to me, my mind can sometimes create an entire story about what I might have done wrong, even when there is no actual evidence that anything is wrong.

I know logically that these thoughts aren't always true, but knowing something logically doesn't necessarily stop you from feeling it emotionally.

I also experience suicidal thoughts occasionally. I don't feel suicidal every single day, but there are periods where things become extremely dark and I start questioning why I'm still here. Sometimes I wonder how I can have people who care about me and still feel this way. I have friends who have been in my life for more than a decade. I have people who still make plans with me, people who still want to see me and people who genuinely accept me for who I am. Yet there are moments when my mind still tells me that I'm unwanted or that none of it really matters.

The strange thing is that, despite all of this, I've actually become very comfortable being alone.

I keep my circle small because I genuinely believe in quality over quantity. I can go almost anywhere alone. I can eat alone, watch a movie alone, travel alone and spend an entire day by myself without feeling like I need someone beside me. People might look at me and assume that I'm lonely, but I honestly don't care anymore. Being alone can actually feel peaceful when you are no longer interpreting it as proof that nobody wants you.

I think there is a big difference between being alone because nobody wants you and choosing to be alone because you are comfortable with yourself. I spent so much of my childhood feeling like I was alone because something was wrong with me, so being able to enjoy my own company now feels like something I had to learn for myself.

But I think there is still a part of me that is that little boy sitting alone in the classroom, wondering why nobody wanted to sit beside him. I think that part of me never completely disappeared. Maybe that's why rejection can still hurt me more than it probably should. Maybe that's why I sometimes struggle to believe that people genuinely want me around, even when they have given me years of evidence that they do.

Sometimes I even question whether what happened to me was really "trauma" because compared to what some other p eople have experienced, it doesn't seem severe enough. I wasn't physically abused. Nobody was beating me. There wasn't one huge event that I can point to and say, "That's when everything changed." It was just years of small moments where I felt unwanted, different, embarrassing or somehow less worthy of being around other people.

But maybe that's exactly why it is difficult to understand. Nothing seemed big enough on its own, yet somehow all those little experiences stayed with me.

I survived those years, and eventually I found people who accepted me. I found a group of friends who have stayed in my life since 2012, despite distance and despite all of us growing into completely different adults.

I am genuinely grateful for them.

I just wish I could go back and tell that little boy that there was never anything wrong with him. He didn't deserve to be treated like he was disgusting or unwanted simply because he was different.

And maybe that's what I'm trying to understand now: how to convince the adult version of that little boy that he is finally safe, that he is allowed to be himself and that being rejected by some people doesn't mean he is fundamentally unworthy of being loved or wanted.

Because sometimes I still believe that little boy's version of the story.

And on the really bad days, I wonder if people would actually be better off without me.

I’m a Malaysian guy, and I’m currently looking for a job. This morning, I was offered a Customer Service position. I was excited because I’ve been actively looking for work. The hirer explained everything to me, from the job scope to the salary, and she had already scheduled an interview for this Wednesday.

After that, she asked me to fill in some personal details. One of the questions was whether I had any illness that required frequent medical appointments.

In the form, I only stated that I have an illness, but that it is under control. I did not disclose that I have Bipolar Type 2.

However, the hirer then pressed me to disclose what illness I have, so I eventually told her that I have Bipolar Type 2. I also explained that I only have medical appointments once every three months, my condition has been much more stable since I started taking medication, and I haven’t had a breakdown in over a year.

After I disclosed it, she suddenly went quiet.

Then, just now, she WhatsApped me saying that I was no longer eligible for the position. I asked her directly if it was because of my bipolar disorder, and she said it wasn’t. She said they had another suitable candidate.

Honestly, I find that hard to believe. What makes it even more suspicious is the timing. Everything seemed fine before I disclosed my condition. She had already explained the job, salary, and interview arrangements, and the interview was already scheduled for this Wednesday. Then suddenly, after I disclosed my Bipolar Type 2 diagnosis, I was no longer eligible.

I want to make it clear that I never voluntarily disclosed my bipolar disorder. I was initially only willing to say that I have an illness that is under control, but the hirer pressed me to tell her exactly what illness I have.

I understand that they may genuinely have found another candidate, and I don't want to accuse them of discrimination without evidence. But given the timing, I can't help but wonder if my bipolar disorder played a role in their decision.

Do you guys think this was discrimination?

My siblings recently found out that our eldest brother is gay. I've always known he was gay, so it didn't surprise me at all. He was married before but they're divorced now.

Now my siblings want me to confront him and his partner. They keep saying that if I don't do it, they'll tell our parents that he's gay.

The problem is... I really don't want to get involved. His personal life is his business, not mine. But my younger siblings keep pushing me to do something. I'm also not homophobic like they are, so I don't see the point in making a big scene over it.

I also have my own secret that nobody knows. I'm a closeted ex-Muslim.

I don't want to make this about me but seeing how my siblings reacted to finding out my brother is gay has me thinking... what would happen if they ever found out that I left Islam?

Would they threaten to kill me? I know that sounds dramatic, but it's a genuine fear I have. I'm honestly scared.

Why does the "you can't say RIP to non-Muslims" discourse seem so prevalent among Malaysian/Malay Muslims? I rarely see Muslims from other countries making a fuss about it. 💀

My dad suddenly asked me why he doesn't see me praying anymore.

Mind you, I used to pray every day. Never really missed my prayers. Whenever the azan went off, I'd get up and pray. But not anymore.

When he asked me that, I was this close to saying, "Because I don't believe in your God anymore." Instead, I just stayed quiet and acted annoyed by the question. Somehow he got the message and didn't push any further lol.

That was probably the closest I've ever come to telling my family that I've left Islam.