u/confusedandazed06

I love yoga, always have always will. I thought at first this would be great for my heds, but Google is telling me to stop basically. I just really don't want to give this up. Have my joints gotten worse since I was a kid? Yes, definitely. I've experienced more symptoms at this age than ever but I actually quit doing yoga this year and the symptoms seem to be getting worse. So was the yoga helping actually? Just confused any advice appreciated.

I'm adopted. Really wasn't sure what race I was but I knew it was white mixed with something else. Most people assumed I was half Asian so I just rolled with it. Anytime someone would ask my race I would just say half white half Asian and was pretty sure I got it right. Then when people started asking what kind of Asian I was I started looking at my facial features and started asking people to guess. Top guess was Japanese so I guess I'm Japanese. I started telling people this in elementary school and by the time I was in highschool I almost forgot I really didn't know and it was all an assumption. Anyways I meet my bio mom at 16 and find out that my father wasn't Asian, he was native American 💀 bruh.

Me 19f and my boyfriend 19m went to a friends going away party the other night and I got pretty wasted. He doesn't mind when I drink and neither did anyone else that I've heard I'm not a mean drunk I'm a very lively, giggly, and honest drunk. But I really went off the edge last night and ended up blacking out. When I woke up I didn't remember the last part of the night at all and when my boyfriend started revealing things I did/said I started getting scared. In the morning he told me I had drunk texted his friends off of his phone and it was completely unreadable. He thought it was funny tho. Then when he got home from work he was in a good mood, played a game with me, and then offered to take me out for dinner. He asked if I remembered what I told him last night and I said no. I guess I ended up telling him that before meeting him I didn't have a good opinion of men at all but he changed the way I think and I called him a good man. Then he took me out to eat Taiwanese food and now he's sleeping in bed cuddled up next to me. I'm glad I didn't give up on love.

Avoidant restrictive food intake disorder. Basically makes it so I physically cannot eat food that I don't deem "safe" without extreme discomfort and panicking. I developed this a couple months ago when my 18f friend died from a severe asthma attack. I think maybe thinking of her suffocating to death just did something really strange to my brain. Now when I try to eat like I used to I feel like my throat is closing up and have a panic attack. I can only eat certain foods, and some days I can't eat at all so I'll just get a juice jug and drink that all day. Thing is people have a really hard time understanding it and I mean I get it, it's odd. But some people are just straight up condescending and tell me I'm just being picky or that I wouldn't survive in the 3rd world country. I really have nothing to say to those comments because I didn't choose to have this disorder and I would much rather go back to eating normally. I've been accused of having an eating disorder because obviously having a small range of food as made me fall a bit underweight. Yeah idk I just ask people to be more compassionate because you really don't know what it's like until you're there.

After my friend died from an asthma attack when she was only 18 I started avoiding food. I thought It would go away after a while. It's been about 5 months and I'm still struggling. I started convincing myself I was allergic to everything, first it was nuts, then shellfish, then it became everything. I just stopped eating and was surviving on drinking bottles of juice a day. I just miss being able to eat honestly I have a food board but I can't eat most of it. Sometimes I'll have a good day and be able to eat, but I usually get full after a couple of bites. The food I do eat is very strange as well. Tonight it was boiled eggs and mustard, tried to eat sausage links and felt grossed out after. I just know it's because im imaging how my friends throat closed up and now when I eat I feel like mine is too. I don't have money for therapy so I guess I'll just have to wait it out which wouldn't be so bad if this disorder didn't make me underweight, constipated, fatigued, have brittle nails ect. And honestly, if I never developed this disorder I probably wouldn't have been able to understand it, and that's how it is for most people I tell. When I tell people I'm a "picky eater" they seem offended or try to one up me by talking about how free of an eater they are and they'll try anything? Like bro there's literally no reason to be a dick about this and next time it happens I'm flat out just going to tell them the story about my friend suffocating to death so they can feel like an asshole and not judge people so fast anymore.

When I was 18 I had a large ovarian cyst cause ovarian torsion. (My ovaries crossed over one another and my cyst ruptured) If you're a man compare this to passing a kidney stone while your balls are twisted over one another strangling eachother.

This is my experience: I have already had my appendix rupture inside my body when I was 9 and thought it was a bad flu for a week, lost a parent at 14, had a pill abortion at 17, and have an eating disorder where I dropped down to a bmi of 11.2 for just an idea of my pain tolerance physical and a little mental.

This pain flung me out of my sleep and when I tried to walk I had to crawl to the bathroom where I repeatedly dry heaved and thought I was dying. My Dad rushed me to the ER where I was wailing in pain and disturbing the entire waiting room. Keep in mind when my appendix ruptured when I was nine I only cried once and that was when I found out I would have to have surgery. After about an hour and a half of suffering even at one point going into the hospital lobby bathroom where I laid on the floor and was thinking about how peaceful it would be to just die and not have to suffer for a moment longer, they gave me morphine which didn't even touch the pain I was feeling it just made me a little out of it. I was telling my dad I loved him and saying my goodbyes I really thought this was the end. They eventually get me into a room and I'm dry heaving and throwing up from the pain every couple minutes. They do some tests and see what's going on and give me some oxy. This helped, but I would compare it to taking some Tylenol for a headache. I didn't feel bliss or calm I just felt like it took the edge off a bit. Anyways they give me some Xanax too to calm me down which hospitals rarely do, and tbh I had a pretty bad reaction. Apparently I blacked out and started screaming but I guess if I was in pain I don't remember. They end up finding out the cause but before that they told me I might have cancer and at this point I'm just like fuckkk what's going on and I just pass out. When I wake up I'm being prepped for surgery and I didn't give a fuck I was just like please make it stop. When I wake up from surgery I am not feeling great but much better than before. I was in constant pain for the 8 day hospital stay and when I came home they gave me a prescription for perc 10s. When I took them it literally just took the edge off the pain I didn't see the hype around them or why people would go crazy or get addicted over something that felt like a Tylenol for me. After 2 weeks I was feeling better and hadn't taken a perc in awhile but I had 3 left and some uncomfortable pain so I decided to take one. Wholly shit I was on the moon. I got so high off of those things I felt like I was on an infinity swing in the clouds. I decided not to take the other two because I didn't want to get addicted because that feeling was incredibly blissful and I do not want an opioid addiction. Anyways that was my experience wouldn't wish it upon most people, wish Epstein had ovaries so I could wish it on him. Lol JK but yeah ovarian torsion is no joke.

I can't imagine, every day, just thinking about sex and being so sexually perverted and oriented. Doesn't it get boring? It's like watching someone with a heroin addiction fantasizing and recounting their last fix.

And I love sex, I love coming home from a fulfilling or stressful day and having sex. I'm even pretty kinky. But to be so obsessed that it completely consumes your life sounds so fucking sad.

And the incels who want to kill themselves over not getting sex need to start realizing that their obsession with sex is why they aren't getting any. Of course women don't want to talk to you, you don't even see them as real people just a sex bot.

Seriously y'all need to find something else that brings you satisfaction in life

Edit: ain't no way people are dming me off this post asking about sexual things because of the brief comment I made about being kinky. Genuinely can y'all not read the context this is what I'm talking about. Y'all are gross.

I've been having symptoms for about a week and I used the planned parenthood app because I'm strapped on cash and I accidentally sent the prescription to a pharmacy not open until Monday and it's Saturday. Is it safe to wait? I have lower belly pain, red in urine, and burning when I pee.

Every since I was sexually assaulted multiple times and been around very perverted men, along with having two uncles just get caught by pred catchers, it's really destroyed how I see men. Even in relationships while I've never been cheated on i just hate how sexually based they all felt. I just want to be cared for and seen as a human not a sex doll.

And seeing how many men disrespect their wives it just made me be terrified of men and want to live on a lesbian commune or something.

But sometimes I will meet a man and I kind of shit test them and try to get their "true colors" to shine through. After all my experiences it's hard to believe when I meet a man who genuinely respects women and doesn't expect sex out of it.

I always knew what I wanted to be from a very young age. I wanted to be a ballerina/professional mermaid. Of course like all little girls. But instead up until I moved my life was riddled with addiction, abuse, incest, and chaos. While I tried keeping my spirits high, and I didn't want to end my life, my addiction almost did when I was 17. After that I locked in and started online school so I could work full time and be graduated and moved out at 18. I made it. I'm in California now never though that would be possible, I had to make it on my own but luckily I met some very nice people while here who've been helping me out. This is my dream state and I'm making it work. I suffer with guilt from how my siblings turned out, I have 12 siblings. One already lost their life due to addiction and the rest are riddled with their own set of problems (mainly addiction.) I was always different from my siblings and for this they punished me, they sold me to guys for drug money which I would say is the worst. But somehow i left that situation without a broken spirit and no stds which is also good. So basically I get a chance at a fresh start which hasn't been easy but I'm so greatful. A couple years ago I was pretty underweight and looked sickly, with fried purple hair and face piercings. Now I look clean, I'm still a bit underweight but I'm healthy, my hair is a natural color and is silky, and my clothes are cute and no longer smell like cat pee. When I walk into AA meetings and people ask if I'm just there for friends or family it makes me feel weird but also proud because two years ago they would've known it was me with the addiction. Now I have a loving normal boyfriend, great friends, support, I'm happy with how I look, I don't smell like cat pee or alcohol, and I don't constantly have lice. Im who I really was under all of that shit I was put through and I'm so greatful to be alive.

I recently had a post blow up in r/girldinnerdiaries where I posted the video where my uncle was exposed at Walmart for being a pedophile. Many people flooded to the video and ended up finding my YouTube comment where it was clear we were the same person because I was talking about them being my uncle. Anyways that account has my full legal name and now I have thousands of new friend requests on Facebook. Luckily my insta is not my name. It also is in my home town so people now know where I live. 🥳

I never had cysts or fibroids until after my pill abortion. I was only 17 and got the pills through a site called plan c. The abortion worked. But after I developed a huge cyst in my ovaries that burst (worst pain ever) and now I have fibroids on my cyst and have had issues ever since. Got the abortion at 17 I am now 19. I don't regret the abortion itself I just wish I knew why all these other things are happening.