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Is awful, good lord. Having more than two drinks at 27 gives me a bad hangover, and it's hard to believe that I used to be a tank just five years ago. I only drink a few times a year, but after this weekend's hangover I think I'm going to cut that down to 1-2 times a year.

For records sake, I had five drinks within a nine hour period. One beer, four carbliss. Have any of you guys experienced anything like this? I was diagnosed at 17 and have managed to keep my weight healthy since then, but the hirsutism and other symptoms are getting worse with age; along with inability to tolerate alcohol and dairy.

Hey guys, I've worked as a horticulturist for years and am on track to becoming a ranger through more schooling. I'm located in the Midwest and currently have two horticultural associates along with a two-year specialist cert, my turf spray license, and seven years experience as a landscape horticulturist. I'm currently going through a natural resources AAS program and am wondering if I'll need to apply for an LTE job, or if it would actually be possible for me to get a full-time position upon graduating with my previous horticultural experience included; which is what I'd rather do for insurance purposes.

People are telling me all sorts of completely different things so I figured I'd go straight to the source and ask actual rangers. Thank you in advance to whomever answers this.

Came from my grandmother with dementia just over a month ago, and I've had a hard time shaking it, so I'm going to share it here.

During an episode of delusional paranoia, she began repeating "he (her long-dead ex husband/father of her kids) never wanted to know about my hopes and dreams, nobody has ever asked me about MY hopes and dreams"

She supported this man through their dirt-poor teenage years, ensured they were able to build their house, moved with him multiple times and worked so that he could complete school; only for him to bulldoze over everything that she did and give her no credit, never caring. She divorced him after having two kids, got her driver's license in her 30s, and went to school while working three jobs in her 40s. To find out the thing that hurt her most was that nobody cared about anything she wanted in the first place after how supportive she was of me, really dug in.

And yes, I told her that I wanted her to tell me her hopes and dreams multiple times, that day. I'll never forget that interaction.

I don't know why you keep trying to reach out to me when you don't want to know me. Is knowing where I work and my hobbies knowing me, to you? It's a different depth for everybody, I suppose. I'm not trying to be rude and I'm not outwardly angry, just confused as to why you built an entirely new family when I was a kid, and randomly pop into my life when I'm almost 30 with the same depth of knowledge and never needing or wanting more. I understand that you helped me out for a month a few years ago, and while I'm thankful for that, I'm still confused.

From my point of view, it's weird that a parent could live their entire life without knowing their child on a personal level.

I'd understand more if it was a guilt thing having to do with my mom, but that part of my life is long-over. I've built my own life for the most part and am doing fine beyond inherited mental illness and constant, multi-perspective-based thinking that makes it hard for me to function at a constant.

When I come over, I feel like an outcast; which makes sense considering that I am. I was never integrated into your family and am completely different than them in almost every way. Who are you all beneath the jokes and surface level questions? I may never know, and I feel like your side of the family doesn't even think twice of that sort of thing, and it's weird af to me. You're all like NPCs, but maybe it's a generational thing. I don't know, I just feel like there's more to you that I inherited emotions-wise that I'll never understand because I can't talk to you on that level. I'm I'm a logic-emotion soup that's a 50/50 of two opposites, while understanding neither due to unanswered questions; which isn't due to a lack of effort on my part.

Hi guys, my non-pvp vanilla build realm is back up and needs more players! It has quality of life mods enabled (Crops and Farming, Naturalist, Luminous Dreams Shader and Furniture Add-on) and will be up for months. Dm me for the dc.

I just woke up at 4:30 am after having a dream that's honestly changed my perspective on life.

In a nutshell, there were a ton of doors that I could choose from that showed me different years of my life, and I went through a few of them. The one that sticks out the most was 2086. I saw and felt myself as an old woman, and we talked for awhile. She told me how and when a few people died and why (after I'd asked), and that despite everything, I was okay.

I woke up about a half hour ago now and I feel weird, yet strangly comforted. In my dreams as far as I can remember, i've never been able to see my hands or read any text. In this one, I could do both. It felt more real than it should have.

Has anyone else met or became their "future" self in their dream?

I live with my partner in a shared apartment and their unstable emotions are off the charts due to their ptsd trauma/adhd. I never know if the next thing I say will set them off, or if I was a bit too harsh when they were yelling at me to make their anger even worse.

Tonight I told them that they were "acting like an asshole" during a conversation where they were acting like a jerk/not letting me get a word in, and they decided that would be the best time to kick me out of our shared bedroom, tell me that the bed is theirs (they owned it before marriage) and that I could come back in after apologizing for calling them an asshole. They threw my pillow and bedding in the cluttered guest room while I was brushing my teeth and slammed the bedroom door. When I didn't abruptly apologize within minutes, they decided to begin frantically packing a bag (at 930 pm), threatened to leave me, and sleep in their work's parking lot. I am not making this shit up. Similar events have happened multiple times. I don't know if I can handle this anymore. I understand that I called them an asshole, but does that warrant this sort of reaction? I'm seriously asking.

I recently supported this man through a double back surgery and have kept us afloat for a year. Also, my mom is dying. I really just don't know if I can do this anymore.

The problem is, there are some good times. The good times really are good, but It feels less and less safe here every day, emotionally. How do I deal with or break up with somebody this volatile? I'm afraid they might hurt themself due to impulsivity problems and that terrifies me the most.

I'm at a total loss and genuinely need advice. I always hold everything together, but I don't know what to do anymore.

I live with my partner in a shared apartment and their unstable emotions are off the charts due to their ptsd trauma/adhd. I never know if the next thing I say will set them off, or if I was a bit too harsh when they were yelling at me to make their anger even worse.

Tonight I told them that they were "acting like an asshole" during a conversation where they were acting like a jerk/not letting me get a word in, and they decided that would be the best time to kick me out of our shared bedroom, tell me that the bed is theirs (they owned it before marriage) and that I could come back in after apologizing for calling them an asshole. They threw my pillow and bedding in the cluttered guest room while I was brushing my teeth and slammed the bedroom door. When I didn't abruptly apologize within minutes, they decided to begin frantically packing a bag (at 930 pm), threatened to leave me, and sleep in their work's parking lot. I am not making this shit up. Similar events have happened multiple times. I don't know if I can handle this anymore. I understand that I called them an asshole, but does that warrant this sort of reaction? I'm seriously asking.

I recently supported this man through a double back surgery and have kept us afloat for a year. Also, my mom is dying. I really just don't know if I can do this anymore.

The problem is, there are some good times. The good times really are good, but It feels less and less safe here every day, emotionally. How do I deal with or break up with somebody this volatile? I'm afraid they might hurt themself due to impulsivity problems and that terrifies me the most.

I'm at a total loss and genuinely need advice. I always hold everything together, but I don't know what to do anymore.

They barely eat, but drink plenty of alcohol. Currently, she's lost 100+lbs, is rail thin, and getting fillers and botox at only 23.

In order to do these things, she moved back in with her parents after living on her own since 18, and has basically stopped working. She relies directly on her parents (who are very well off) to fuel everything, and they do it. She parties constantly on top of everything, and is killing herself.

The most disappointing part of this whole thing is that she was one of the most genuine, good people that I knew. Smart, with straight As and didn't even have to try. At this point she's a shell of her former self, and I hope that she comes back, but it doesn't look like it'll be anytime soon.

My grandmother's dementia and sundowning have gotten to an intolerable point over the past month and a half, and I'm at a breaking point. She's always hysterical, always paranoid, always terrified, everything is negative. Her husband does little to help her delusions, and she's picked up the habit of calling me multiple times a day/night about how awful he is, and about her violent/aggressive hallucinations that are getting worse by the week.

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I get calls at work, during lunch, after work, at dinner, and now in the middle of the night because she believes that she's in the 80s and her ex-husband (long dead) is stalking her. This last week alone I brought her to the ER after she panic called me about being sick while I was at work, had her checked for a UTI, and she's clean. Also need to mention that she's been to the ER three times in the past two weeks, and that's the new loop. My grandpa is working on getting care for her, but is autistic and can't understand why he can't "reason" with her; despite me ALSO being autistic and able to figure out the definition of dementia. He's cognitively fine, but her kids are estranged narcissists, and they do nothing in this regard.

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It's getting to the point of where I feel like I'm going insane. I answer most calls, but it does little to nothing besides placate her for two hours max. She raised me and is my mom in that sense, so it's hard to draw boundaries for myself without feeling immense guilt. How do you guys handle this in order to be mentally more stable? I'm on the brink of losing my job over the stress.

Pubes itch no matter what I do - no abnormal pap, crabs or redness, even when freshly clean. Could this have to do with the hormonal imbalance, and if that's the case how so/is there a way to deal with it? It's gotten worse as I've gotten older. I have an active job, and am not overweight but have insulin-resistent high-androgen type.

This is mainly just a vent, because I have nobody else to talk with about it.

I made the post weeks ago about how my grandfather ditched my grandma who has progressing dementia. Those of you who said he would do it again were unfortunately correct.

She's been calling me regularly to ramble while I'm at work, and was in a complete mental breakdown/confused and sobbing on wednesday because he drove across the state to go to a show he'd planned to take them both to, but she didn't want to go, so he LEFT HER ALONE. She didn't even remember that he was her husband when she called me. I can't make this shit up.

Upon calling him and leaving work to make sure she was okay (I live an hour away) he didn't want to go home. He tries to reason with her like she's a functional human being, gets angry when she doesn't reciprocate reason, and leaves - honestly, i think it's on purpose. He told me this specific time to take her to my tiny apartment that I share with my disabled husband for the night - as if I have space physically or mentally to deal with this, while he's across the state doing god knows what. My crackerbox is barely big enough for my husband and I with all of the equipment that he needs in order to function.

I stayed with her and he ended up coming back that night, and pretended like nothing happened. I've begged for him to sign over POA to me, and he won't do it.

I work hard labor for a living, take care of my spouse, and now worry constantly about my grandma. He keeps saying that he's finding them a home/working on in-home care, but I literally cannot relax at all and barely sleep. He himself has no cognitive decline, and has had ample chances to ask for help appropriately, can easily afford in-home care OR a nice permanent home. My last resort option is calling the police on him for neglect, which would break the only family that I have (them). I can't win. I don't understand why he's like this.

I'm 27 and finally at the point of accepting who my dad actually is; which quite honestly, isn't much.

I took my time over the past few years to observe, went to therapy for my issues, and have listened to a decent amount of self-help books - but am still somewhat stumped about how to deal with him.

Basically, he left me with my abusive mother when I was 3 months old and was in and out of my life during random weekends (doing mostly things and errands he wanted to do, see his friends, etc.) until I was about 12. At that point, he'd taken in another woman's family and they'd moved in with him. My grandparents on his side told me that they needed him more than I did, during the twice a year visits I had with them. He ignored my qualms about the abuse, and wouldn't ever let me live with him, so I subsequently stopped talking to him.

Fast forward to my 20s, he wants to spend time with me. I told him all about the abuse and why I didn't talk to him for years, and he helped me out during a bad break up. Once in awhile after that, I'm invited over to hang out with his family that he now calls *my* family (lol) and they talk over me the entire time. Not a single ounce of substance comes out of my visits. Hell, he invited me over for my "birthday", which consisted of his entire family coming over and ignoring my existence while everyone ate cake. One of the weirdest and most uncomfortable feelings ever.

I don't want to go over there anymore, and while I'm already the black sheep for literally no reason, I feel the need to not "lose" my family. Lose what, you may ask? I have no idea. Is there any better way that I could deal with this situation? I'm at a loss, currently. Him and his parents call me "family", but have never shown interest in who I am, my life, or literally anything about my existence. None of them know me, or care to.

My grandmother has dementia and is increasingly volatile toward her husband, chasing him everywhere when she's distraught, and telling me gross details about their past sex life and crying about how awful and "impotent" he was. She goes into extreme detail and it makes me want to puke. It's her current obsessive topic. She's also been going on about divorcing him, calling the police on him, and how her neighbor is writing her letters about staying at their place so she's "safe".

How do I bleach my mind of these rants? She's been calling me in complete hysterics about it at random, and I never see it coming.

My (dx) husband is the loudest person I know. They speak loudly, play videos/music on the highest volume, and don't even seem to notice how obnoxious they're being toward everyone around them.

Their existence consists of constantly reacting to videos into the ether, trudging heavily around the house, knocking things over, and stimming loudly in public despite having a metric f ton of quiet fidgets, etc.

On the flip side, they do their chores, are in therapy, love me, and turn things down when I mention that they're loud - but it's nearly every day. I have earplugs, hang out in a separate room most of the time, and I can STILL hear some of their media and reactions. They use their headphones half the time.

How can I be more accepting of who they are, in this regard? It brings out a rage response when I feel consistently over stimulated, or embarassed in public due to my own seemingly-fragile ego.

Humans have gone everywhere, done everything, and AI is leaving artists (along with many other things) void of all meaning. Everything is losing the "excitement" aspect of it. Colors are dull, "reasons" are few and far between. It's difficult to describe the way that everything used to be, because most sense of wonder in the world is completely gone - factually speaking. I now find myself dissociating from my body 75% of the time because wtf even is this shit?

I don't wish that I was a child again, but I do wish that I could *wonder* about things without every single answer in the universe being within an arms reach, instantly. It takes much of the purpose out of living, and makes the majority of the population dumber, because they can stop thinking for themselves and just assume that a machine will do it for them. My spouse is a prime example of this, and it makes me cringe when they look up every single question that comes to mind, no matter where we are. He's smarter than that and has the ability to think, but chooses not to, and I hate it.

Most of us will never retire at the rate that things are going. Once optimistic about life a few years ago, I now cry at least once a week on the way to work. I used to love my work, and I hold multiple degrees in my field, make "good" money, live very modestly, but can barely save due to rent and food prices. We're all slaves to the system, but if I can't take a vacation once in awhile, *fuck*. *me*. What's the point?

Anyway, I hate being one of the people that notices everything going on around them, and wish that I was blissfully ignorant and completely okay with what was happening, but I'm not. Sure, I could go on drugs that would "cure" my now-permanent depression and make me ignore the state of the world, but somebody needs to notice. That somebody, is me.

My grandpa abandoned my (dementia) grandmother tonight, sending me a text as I layed down to sleep that read, and I quote: "i just left grandma. I don't think I can go back, i'm sorry".

Meanwhile, I have a physically disabled husband, I live an hour away, and it was 9:15 pm. I called him and asked him what I should do, and he hung up on me. He ignored all of my calls, I left some angry messages due to not believing what had happened, and he ended up showing up when I got to my grandma's house tonight. We talked for awhile and I went back home, it's almost 1am and I don't even know wtf just happened. I don't know if I've ever been this angry.

He's now looking at homes, because they both need one.

I do need to say: who does that? As much as I wish that I could cut and run from my life at times, who leaves their wife of over 40 years alone in the middle of the night when they can't take care of themselves, telling their granddaughter that they're leaving for good? She was so confused that she walked in the dark to the neighbor's - thank god they were kind, and thank christ she didn't get lost.

I turned 27 last week, already barely sleep, and cry often due to major depression. I can't handle this.