u/rainshowers_5_peace

My last therapist "Lily" was amazing. She was an NP who had worked in the area I grew up in. I've been in and out of treatment for years, she was the first provider to tell me "the culture around that area is messed up and so are many of the people who live there. You should be proud you escaped.". She just "got me" in many ways and was helping me greatly. She knew that me going back to school for nursing was going to be a rough and emotional time and she'd be there with me.

Last summer she had some drama with Headway. She was booted from their service (she had told me they weren't getting along to warn me some googling showed she isn't alone in thinking they are falling apart as a platform). Headway tried to tell me my insurance no longer supported her, insurance didn't know what they were talking about. Headways customer support chat pretended it didn't know why I was able to rebook and promised someone would email me in two days. Some more googling showed their TOS prevented providers from reaching out to past clients, but could still offer treatment if the client reached out to them. I texted her and we resumed our sessions. I live in NY and her licensed allowed her to practice and prescribe independently.

She missed our appointment the last week of August and I haven't heard from her since. Texts to her are marked unread. No emails. Google isn't giving me an obituary or a news story that she was in a traffic accident. State websites aren't saying she had any disciplinary actions. I have no clues as to what happened. She mentioned having fired clients before, I have no doubt she would have if she just believed she couldn't help me. Despite using "ditched me" in the title, I'm struggling to believe she didn't have a good reason and would be forgiving if she got in touch tomorrow.

All the signs are here that I need to move on. I had a crisis a few days ago and knew I needed to get back into treatment. She was prescribing me a controlled substance. I have a few weeks left. It's an as needed and found another bottle in my medicine cabinet, I briefly thought it was a sign to hold out hope.

Looking for a new provider is exhausting. All of these profiles looked so polished, clean and AI generated. How the hell could I, a girl who grew up rural and poor and was starting a new career path after being unable to find success in her old one, expect these people with impeccably dyed hair and cool tattoos to relate to me? They're all way too sophisticated. None of them would openly curse like Lily did, or confess their own messy past.

Before finding Lily I used another platform. I had the same prejudices mentioned above. It took me weeks for requesting who was available before selecting someone. That person opened our meeting by apologizing. They were moving states and weren't sure why she'd been assigned a new client.

I feel like I just can't do this again. I had a provider who was awesome, lightning just won't strike twice. How do I start the search?

I've been using CPAP for over a year. My preferred mask style is n30i, although my company sent me refills of n30. I tried for about a week and just couldn't do it so I went back to old style. I've been back to n30i for a few days. The last two I had to take it off because my mouth would fill with air and I'd need to open my mouth to exhale. This has never happened before, any tips?

My dog used to nod off minutes after the gabapentin/trazadone combo. Over the last few days something different has happened. He'll get the zoomies all over the house and yard. When we can corral him into the crate he whines and smacks it with his paw. Just one more week.

What the hell happened?

Are there any things anyone should be desensitized to before they join the field? I know we're all new once, I intend for list to be a "would help" instead of a "must".

I've been struggling with this. I live far away and have been accused of "hovering" and treating them like children. My mother had a major surgery this summer. She told me she only wanted her sister with her in the hospital and didn't want me to visit so I wouldn't spread germs from my own hospital job.

I admit that I've gotten a bit excited at times, but I think I make some fair points. I'd like them to get medical alert jewelry. They've agreed to wear it in the shower but because "we're always home together", don't need it any other time. Meanwhile I once visited and experienced my mother screaming for two hours as my father slept in a chair in the adjoining room. I got her to the hospital by lying and saying she wouldn't be able to turn away the ambulance so she shouldn't create a scene by trying.

They redid their kitchen, and now have cabinets that go all the way up to the ceiling leading to them needing a step stool to reach things on the top. I got them grabber tools, but I think the best option would be to leave the top shelves bare, and get containers to go below the new cabinets. That idea is very unpopular, but I'm old they really do use the grabbing tools. I'm also trying to convince them to get rid of power tools and ladders, they never use them, they have the money to get someone else to do it, trying would only results in injury.

I don't like worrying about them and I don't like fighting with them. How can I best navigate this new phase of everyones life?

Edit: I'm in my 30s they're almost 70.

My parents have agreed to wear medical alert jewelry when they are taking a shower. Can anyone recommend some that can be easily stored in a bathroom and only worn for maybe an hour a day?

Bail reform was began January 2020 so it can be hard to tell it's effects. From what I can tell, in NYC we saw that jails were holding people who belonged in mental health facilities leaving them to wander the street until they were caught for worse crimes. In smaller counties jails were longer stuffed to the brim.

Anything else?

I told my parents I'm getting rid of their power tools and ladders. My mom and I got in a fight about it. She told me Uncle Roger went up on his roof to repair it when he was 97. The next words out of my mouth were "I'm not your Uncle Roger's daughter".

I must have been inspired by That Old Feeling.

"I'm not Sheila Patterson's daughter."

When have you used a line from the show without meaning to?

3 week appt with specialist recently

The good: we caught it early. An MRI wasn't even on their radar let alone surgery.

The bad: stricter crate rest. As in keep him in a crate. No more letting him have his potty time to sniff the yard like a dog. Always on a leash.

The vet sympathized with us. She gave us higher doses of trazadone and gabapentin to give him to keep him knocked out. I know that if we can keep him calm and snoozy for 3 more weeks he'll get many more days to be a dog in the future.

I hate that he doesn't know why he has to stay in the crate or why he snoozles so much. I am greatful we caught this early, just feeling so terrible for how his life has to be in the short term.

One of the laws I have peed all over the property is that the dog of the house (me) must perform 5000 security checks on all part of the property everyday. More if there is an active threat.

Protocol states that for any noise occurring outside of the front of the house is for the dog of the house (again me) to run at top speed, woofing with all his or her might, and jumping on the couch to give more ferocious and pointed woofs at the perceived threat. Then remain on the couch for several hours checking the window every few minutes. I have been very good at my job. Everytime a squirrel in the neighbors yard has farted I've been there to tell him or her off. We have been killed by axe murderers exactly 0 times.

The vet has told my hoomans I must be in strict crate rest. This means no more jumping onto the couch. I am only able to see the back yard through the two big windows, which leaves the front of the house fully unguarded.

The hoomans and vet clearly do not respect the importance of my job. What will happen when all the squirrels, bunnies, bike riders and axe murderers realize the mighty Fido is no longer working out the front window? I have tried to raise the issue up the chain command, all that has resulted in is another half of a trazadone pill in my pill pocket treats.

How do I get back onto active duty?

In your day, did people worry about wars, criminal trials or other current events? Or did they just shrug them off thinking God would make sure it was all ok in the afterlife?

What is a city that for geographical or cultural factors shouldn't have made it and been as populous or successful as it is today?

Is ones life, in terms of safety, comfort and stability, over if they meet a faerie? Going solely off media here.

My favorite childhood book Ella Enchanted featured a fairy godmother who refused to use "big magic" to avoid horrific repercussions. At least one other fairy didn't follow this example leaving horrific lives for the people she "blessed" with gifts at births and weddings.

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell features a faerie who unintentionally makes the lives of humans he finds interesting hell by forcing them to live with him in his castle as they sleep. He really does love them, one of them he tries to make into the King of England, however he is unable to see how the effects of his magic are making their lives hell and rebukes pleas to be left alone.

Finally, the Emily Wilde trilogy. The Fae are meant to be treated cautiously and implied to have the power to trap humans just for fun or by accident if they wander too closely to some faerie portal or artifact.

All this to ask, if I'm ever just living my life and run into a faerie who finds me in someway abnormal or interesting, is my life just toast? Should I be praying that I never run into a faerie or if I must that they think me dull and don't give me a second glance? If a faerie promises to magic me away to their kingdom to live in luxury should I assume it's a terrible trap and try to talk my out of it?

Perez has said that he and the donor do not know each other. I have to wonder if she would have given knowing that someone like him, hateful towards women, would potentially be raising a daughter she helped create.

Women who have donated, any thoughts?

Quoting my post from amioverreacting

>This happened many years ago. I live in a city a few hundred miles from my parents. They live in a rural town. I read their local news. Once day I read that a violent crime occurred half a mile from their home. Which is many miles from the nearest town.

>I immediately began worrying that something terrible like happen to them. They're country people, they don't own a gun. I couldn't think of what they'd do if a stranger knocked on their door. I was imagining terrible things at night when they took their dog for the last potty before bed. I called and tried to tell them that they should visit me for a few nights. They declined. I said they should stay at an empty family property, or my moms siblings home, or that I'd get them a hotel. They said no to it all.

>I couldn't stop worrying so I called the non emergency number to the local police (listed at the bottom of the article). I spoke to the detective on the case, telling him where my parents lived and asking if they were safe. He told me they believed the person who did it wasn't in the area and it should have been settled before days end. I thanked him profusely.

>I called my parents to tell them the good news (without details). My mom was annoyed. My dad lost his shit. There was a lot of back and forth about him accusing me of treating like him he was incompetent to love on his own and me saying I was just worried and if he'd heard of something happening where I lived her be concerned as well. He denied he would have called authorities like that. At the end he either asked the officers name or I told him if he saw anything to call officer X he blew up again. Apparently the officer was his second cousin and frequently visited his workplace to pick supplies for some kind of program. After a few more minutes of yelling and swearing he hung up. The case was settled that night. We all moved on, but occasionally if something strange occurs on the news my partner tells me "don't call the cops for them again". My sister heard the story a few years later and called me dramatic. My aunt said I did the right thing.

We were talking about crazy things we did as kids, my boyfriend said this one (even though I was in my 20s) probably caused my parents the most upset because the officer most likely told others and they were worried people in their small town heard the story. I thought the officer would have gone on with his day and not given it much more thought.

Did I cause my parents a lot of embarrassment?

The vet told me I must be on crate rest for several weeks. I've realized that if I give the eyes I am allowed to lay on a bed on the floor and if I am quick I can jump on the couch instead of using the dog stairs. However I have not found a way to be allowed back to the park.

Every work day at 5:00pm and weekend at 10:00am I create the pre-park rumpus by jumping around, grabbing my leash and performing dog play bow. I am told "no it will hurt your back" and "keep it up and you'll have to stay in the crate all day". Dog law for the last several months has been that a trip to the dog park at least once a day is mandatory. I miss it very much. It is one of few places I can run around, sniff and pee without my hoomans needing to be on a leash.

Can I sign a waiver saying I'm willing to have back problems for the rest of my life? I just want to go back to the dog park!