u/calicocritterluvr23

I’ve seen an array of different opinions about Fika and her difficulty level, some people think she’s brain dead, whilst others think she requires some skill to play. I’m curious on what actual JPC mains think. Personally, I don’t think she’s insanely difficult, but you do need to master fuel usage, ult timing (and targets), and when to optimally use her burst healing.

I like to think I’m okay at widowmaker, but my entire ego was shattered tonight. I decided to play a few games with my friends who are new to overwatch. I usually don’t play widow while on call with others since it distracts me, but I decided to go out of my comfort zone tonight. First game, the enemy team has the best widow I’ve ever encountered and the whole game is a team diff. My tank says “gg dps diff” even tho he has 0 kills and I have 2. I told him it’s a team diff, but I continue to get flamed by him and who I assume is his duo (one of our supports). I brush off the last game and think to myself “it’s okay, I’ll do better next game” I was wrong. Second game, I encounter another widow. I am once again diffed. Third game, another widow. I get diffed again. I decide that for my last game on I’ll go Ashe. I get diffed by the enemy Ashe. I’m so done with overwatch. I’ve literally never had three widows in a row.

I’m 16, I’ve been taking care of my mom my whole

life, but after her most recent surgery three years ago, my whole life has revolved around my mom, I’m tired, and I don’t know what to tell her, I just can’t do this anymore, but I don’t have a choice, sometimes I wish she would pass away, but I also hope she doesn’t, because I wouldn’t be able to handle that. I’m stuck.

My mom was diagnosed with a spinal tumor sometime in her 30’s (she had me in her early 40’s). After many spinal surgeries she’s been left physically disabled. She does not have any feeling in her arms and has balance and gastrointestinal problems. I didn’t have to care for my mom on an extreme level until 2024 when she got her most recent surgery which was to put a metal rods in her spinal cord to help support her back and prevent her from becoming a wheel chair user. She was in the hospital for a month then nursing homes/physical rehabilitation centers for 3 months. The whole experience was very traumatic for her due to lack of care from nurses. I had just started highschool at the time and felt fine about everything until I wasn’t. I developed severe social anxiety mainly around school and I couldn’t even step onto campus without crying, the anxiety was so bad that it even gave me stomach problems. I eventually switched to online school to continue my education before I fell too far behind. After 4 whole months my mom was able to come home. During the time she was away my father would leave me alone on weekends to go visit a secret girlfriend who lived two hours away who I was told to never tell my mother about or else I would never see my father again, (my parents were already separated, and too this day my mom does not know about the girlfriend) but I was basically left alone for days at a time at 14. Whenever I would visit my mom in the hospital my father would have a horrible attitude and it would stress me out. I’ll never forget spending thanksgiving in my mom’s hospital room eating dry hospital cafeteria turkey. I’ll also never forget Christmas that year. My dad was in a horrible mood Christmas morning and did not even say hello to my mom after he dropped me off to visit her. The day my mom arrived home I remember seeing the paramedics wheel her in while I sat on the couch excepting that I would now be my mother’s caregiver before I even became an adult. I’m now responsible for bathing her, feeding her (although we usually order food), caring for her wounds after she takes falls (most recently she got a 1-inch gash on her head), putting her to bed, and helping her clean up after using the bathroom. We have an IHSS worker that the government pays for who comes and mainly cleans the house for us (I’m very thankful for her). Surprisingly I’ve excelled at online school and have gotten high honors. I recently got off of my SSRI’s for anxiety after 3 years of being on them. My mom isn’t the only person who stresses me out, my dad does too. Last October he threatened to kill himself multiple times. A main memory I have is the day after I slept over at a friends house for her birthday, my mom couldn’t find anyone to stay the night for her so I asked my dad. He agreed but then proceed to have a mental breakdown and punch a class cabinet and start yelling and crying. When I got home his girlfriend texted me telling me to go and grab his gun to hide it since he was treating to shoot himself. I proceeded to do so and when my dad found out he yelled at me while I sat crying on the floor. He’s okay now but I worry time to time that he’s getting bad again. I mainly wrote this because I’m worried I’ll have to give up my adulthood to care for my mother before I even get a chance to live my life. I hear my mom talking about how I’ll take over our IHSS workers job once I’m 18. But I don’t want to. I want to go to school to become a wildlife rehabilitation specialist, but I don’t think I’ll get to. I always see my old friends on Instagram hanging out together and sometimes I get sad realizing I don’t get the usual highschool experience. I try to not feel sorry for myself but it’s difficult. If you read all of this, thank you for listening to me.

Note: I didn’t bother to be grammatically correct while writing this, I just wrote what came to mind.