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Throwaway account for privacy reasons. I'm at a loss how to deal with this situation. My daughter (M) is 12. She has a female cousin basically the same age ( L). My brother has L every other weekend and so M and L hang out a lot during those weekends. So this is a bit of a WTF situation for me anyways. Last night L wanted to sleep over, fine, she has a lot before, but this time they wanted to sleep in M's bedroom (they usually sleep out in the living room). Put them to bed and then went to check on them about 1/2 hour later, thinking they'd be asleep. They were um... masterbating. In the same bed, but completely separate blankets, and not doing anything with eachother. WTF? Now, I need to add, a similar situation happened once before about 1-2 years ago. They were downstairs watching tv by themselves on separate chairs, but when I queitly walked down, both of them had hands down their pants. I talked to them then about how it's not appropriate to do that with somebody else around and that it is a private thing, and kept a close eye on them for the next little bit. I obviously thought they understood and that was that, until last night that is. I am honestly at a loss on how to deal with this situation. Obviously just talking to them wasn't enough, or did I say the wrong things? How the F do I deal with this situation?

Is it weird to spend a weekend at the beach with a guy (late 30s) I met online, whom I (early 30s) have been chatting with for 1.5mos now, stay in 1 room, and still remain just friends? We've met a few times at his house, his room, just us in the house and nothing remotely romantic happened. I just got out of a relationship and although I'm attracted to this guy, I am not ready to commit. I see a possible future with him but I like how our friendship is going now and would like to take our time building our friendship before we dive into something serious. Pero weird ba na kami lang sa beach and share 1 room/bed? 😂 Will we survive this? 😂

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A failed political candidate has been indicted on federal charges including election interference in connection with a series of drive-by shootings at the homes of state and local lawmakers in Albuquerque, according to a grand jury indictment that was unsealed Wednesday.
The indictment filed in U.S. District Court in Albuquerque takes aim at former Republican candidate Solomon Peña and two alleged accomplices with additional conspiracy and weapons-related charges in connection with the shootings in December 2022 and January of this year on the homes of four Democratic officials, including the current state House speaker.
The attacks came amid a surge of threats and acts of intimidation against election workers and public officials across the country after former President Donald Trump and his allies spread false claims about the outcome of the 2020 presidential election.
U.S. Attorney Alexander Uballez highlighted that the shootings targeted the homes of two county commissioners shortly after their certification of the 2022 election.
"Peña targeted several of these public officials because, in their official capacity, they certified the election, which he lost," Uballez said at a news conference. "In America, voters pick their leaders and would-be leaders don't get to pick which voters they heed, which rules apply to them or which laws to follow."
The shootings began Dec. 4, when eight rounds were fired at the home of Bernalillo County Commissioner Adriann Barboa.
Barboa said Pena had confronted her at her home shortly after the November election.
"He said, 'I want results now,' and he was definitely aggressive," Barboa said. She said that in December, she came home from Christmas shopping and found evidence of gunfire.
"My home was shot right through my front door, four times, out my back window, right through my living room and kitchen, right where I had been playing, only hours before, with my brand-new grandbaby," Barboa said.
Days later, state Rep. Javier Martínez's home was targeted. On Dec. 11, more than a dozen rounds were fired at the home of Bernalillo County Commissioner Debbie O'Malley, police said. Martínez became the Democratic state House speaker in January.
The final related shooting, targeting state Sen. Linda Lopez's home, unfolded in the midnight hour of Jan. 3. Police said more than a dozen shots were fired, including three Lopez said passed through the bedroom of her sleeping daughter. The girl was reportedly awoken by debris dropping onto her bed.
The new indictment outlines smartphone communications including text messages by Peña in the days following the Nov. 8, 2022, election that pinpoint the locations of officials' homes, allege election-rigging and confide to a political ally about plans to "press the attack."
Text messages in the indictment show the 40-year-old candidate bristling with outrage as Bernalillo County commissions certified the results of the midterm election and his own overwhelming defeat as a candidate for a seat in the state House of Representatives. Federal authorities say Peña hired others to conduct the shootings and carried out at least one shooting himself.
Hours before the first shooting on Dec. 4, 2022, Peña texted a Republican political ally, who also lost a bid for state representative, to say "we have to act. I'm continuing my study of election rigging. The enemy will eventually break."
Amid the shootings, Peña later texted one of several unnamed conspirators in the indictment to say, "It is our duty as Statesmen and Patriots, to stop the oligarchs from taking over our country."

So, my printer was abandoned for a little bit more than a month (its a tiny ender2-pro) and now that I have started printing again, Im having this weird situation where I basically need to do bed leveling every single day.
In the past, after replacing the springs for those yellow ones, I could go weeks without needing to level the bed. Now I'll finish a print, and the very next one will have some bed leveling issues. So I assumed that it can only be either something with the springs (maybe some heat creep changing the springs compression? is that even a thing?) or the z-stopper. But since some prints will need me to tighten the springs while others will need me to loose them, I assumed it cant be the springs, since it would be physically impossible for springs to tight themselves.
So, before I spend some money on a new z-stopper, does anyone has any idea of what else it could be?

Hi, I am here to represent some of the aspects of the dysfunctional family of my parents. I have made peace with the past but there have been a few recent events with each family member that are bothering me lately. I am working on myself, reminding myself that although some of it is affecting me now, it does not really matter. Its the logical mind though which needs convincing. What should I do here? Any help is appreciated

1. My Elder Sister (her and I have an age gap of almost 2 years):There was an incident that happened when we were teens, affecting her and me both. I lost my connection with friends little by little. Life became a mess really. She chose to bring this up and how it affected her, (years later) when she introduced me to her - to be fiancee - FOR THE FIRST TIME, trying to pick up a fight then and there. She was 28F (in2020) at the time. I am not sure what she expected out of it and why she did that. When I brought incidences on how she had literally been an asshole to me all her life, she tried to justify herself looking at him as if the only person there purer than the purest water on earth was her. (Really?) I did not storm out or anything like that but handled it like a more mature person than her.

It really made me think later though on how far she could go to paint a picture about me to someone who was going to be a part of the family. It also made me realize that I was right to think that she and mum had many conversations belittling me (which was obvious infront but not it was obvious behind my back too), My mother is a narcissist btw.
She asked me one time this year if I wanted to stay at her house for a week since she and her now husband would be out there would be no one at home, I said okay. Now when I was leaving her house, since the door had automatic lock, I did not do the manual lock (from outside). I was on my way to the airport when she showed her disapproval on this. So I went back, but there was a malfunction on the door, it was not opening at all for me to even lock it. She was literally screaming on the phone over the video call. I could see my parents sitting behind in the video call, watching this whole ordeal, I tried opening this giant door, slamming myself to it but it did not budge. I eventually had to take help of the neighbour. He was a physically bigger person than me. And he too had trouble opening the door but with effort, he pushed it open. I was then able to lock the door automatically +manually.Later I noticed I had big blood clots (three) covering my right thigh, the side from which I was slamming myself on to the door.
Even when she visits home, she tries to degrade my choices, my weight, anything related to me. I told her I like myself and how I do things.There was one time, when during our conversation she asked me what I wanted to eat (for the first time). I said no, she insisted. When I told her and it was a pretty cheap order, her reaction and the entire demeanor changed. She booked the order but was so agitated, didn't continue the call and I never said yes to any of her questions after.

1. Father : I took a break from my corporate career in 2021 to pursue a career in government. I asked my father if he was okay with me being at home to prepare. Initially, he said okay but it was clear later on that he really did not care on if I had my own space to prepare or the privacy. And no I don't have a room, I sleep in the drawing room on a deewan (bed) right infront of the main door.

He watches TV all day and couldn't care less on what is happening elsewhere in the house.To cope with this and the guests, relatives and visits of my siblings (both elder sissy and brother), I started studying at night.In the morning, he could hardly care on how loud he is moving things around, arranging utensils or so. I am trying to get a job again to get my own place. I don't know how I managed this long at home with such things.

1. Brother : He is so self - righteous.Initially, he and I shared rooms. And he was always on the phone. One time I asked him to go to the balcony and talk or the other room and he said it was not convenient for him. I told him I am preparing for my government exam and what do you know? It turns into an altercation. My mother asked me to leave the room, being all about solutions. When I told her it's impacting my preparation and I have to give the exam, she said ' everyday is an exam' (seriously?)

I cried a lot that day after I settled in my father's room.To make it seem like she was trying to help me, she asked my father to let me study for 2 hours each day. (Really? 2 hours?),which was not okay by him. He loves his TV and so.Oh well.
He never apologized and still, till date, never apologizes even when he is in the wrong. He does apologize to my sister. It's all about the money she earns now. Because he often makes note of it and always looks at her salary. So I think that way, he is inclined to say sorry to her. He did not say sorry to her too before she was earning well.

1. My Mother: I think the person I had most issues with throughout my life is my mother. I love her for the being that resides in her but I oh so effin dislike her for how she treats me directly/ indirectly.

She projects her limitations on me, always remarking 'oh you can't do that'.She has always wanted me to be less than my sister. How do I know this? She oftens pointed out in a derogatory way whenever I did well in life.
I was the first in this family to get a well paid job and she was not happy about it, at all. When I was in the process of giving interview, I remember she remarked says 'That is, if you get this job, you will go there'. I was taken aback but I mean, what else did I expect.
When I was earning well, these guys were all about me, asking me for gifts and things, which I was happy to oblige to.
Now, she always ALWAYS like a speaker on the top of my head, speaks about how wonderful of a jobmy sister has, her salary, the new flat she is buying and how richlyand royally our new dog is living with her, something which he was not living like before, when he was living with her.
About the government exams I am preparing for, she always talks about how less of a salary the posts have. I really don't have any idea about why she says these things. When I try to confront her, she takes it in a very defensive way and I'd not say anything to her at all.
Now that my brother is in another city because of his job, she has taken the room.I had an interview yesterday and I asked her for the room (there is always someone coming and going in the drawing room) and the energy got so dull as if I was not entitled to it.
How do you think would be the best way to navigate through these emotions and incidences?
TL;DR; : Seeking a few ways to navigate through this situation for the time I am here with family.

This is going to be long, I apologize in advance.
I've never been to a therapist or anything so I've never been diagnosed, but I'm really starting to feel like I'm coming to terms with the fact I have this trauma in my youth and I never really understood how it's effected me until now.
I'm 45 years old, fwiw.
Now, I'll preface this by saying my story isn't anywhere on par with the real horrors some people have dealt with. So maybe I'm over-dramatizing it, maybe I'm way out of line and anything I've experienced is just bullshit and I shouldn't be a whiny little turd, I don't know. Anyway, here's my story. Apologies in advance for the wall of text.
See, I was born in a muddy craphole of a town, dirt poor, always had hand me downs and when you're poor you just...look and smell poor. Poor kids will know what I mean. Add on being short and overweight and not very attractive, I was a freckly little redhead. It was all bad. I was a minority in my school to add another factor. Throw in an diagnosed learning disability to sweeten that pot. So from the moment I started school the deck was stacked against me. I had every target on my back. I was bullied from day one. Not just by kids but by teachers, too. More than one called me stupid. I kind of acted up and was a little bit of a clown sometimes, it was my way of dealing with the fact I wasn't as good as anyone else. Can't be smart or good at sports or good looking so you might as well be funny, right? But that caused the teachers to take it out on me. One hostage-tied me to a chair one time--duct tape around my ankles, wrists and over my mouth. Another locked me in a closet and removed the light bulb, I was in there for four or five hours. Constant bullying and beatings from the other kids. I quit school in the 9th grade because I got jumped, got a concussion, dislocated shoulder and had my shoes, money and jacket stolen. I just decided I was never going back. That's not even taking into account the generally fucked up nature of my schools. My schools were run like a goddamn prison. From kindergarten up until I left we had no recess. No playtime. We had to walk everywhere in a single file line, to and from every class and cafeteria for lunch. We had to sit at assigned tables, couldn't see our friends. There was a traffic light in the cafeteria. If it was green (it was never green) we could talk openly. If it was yellow we were permitted to speak in subdued tones. If it was red, we had to sit and eat our lunch in silence, when we were done just sit there, motionless, until it was time to return to class. It was almost always red or yellow. Christ, some actual prisons had more freedoms than my schools. And any moment the teachers weren't looking me and kids like me were getting our asses handed to us, hell sometimes when they were looking, some let it happen and even encouraged it.
That's the environment I came out of. I lived my entire school existence from K to 9th grade in fight/flight/freeze mode. Grow eyes in the back of your head. Learn to take a hit. Learn to be invisible. It wasn't just from the kids, either. Some teachers loved to fuck with you.
And I recently was watching a youtuber talking about her CPTSD experience on readjusting to society after doing a few years in prison and I realized she described her experience and way of living in prison was exactly how I described my experience in school from K to 9.
Everyday is fight/flight/freeze mode. Grow eyes in the back of your head. Learn to take a hit. Learn to be invisible. It wasn't just from the kids(inmates), either. Some teachers(CO's) loved to fuck with you.
It's not prison, I know, but when you're a little kid it might as well have been. Every bit of freedom and self identity was stripped away from me. It wasn't until that moment I realized how bad that all fucked me up. I've always known I hated school, so much I never even thought about going to college, it was just another school. One I had to pay for. I would have to pay to experience that kind of abuse? The idea was abhorrent to me. I know now that's not what college is like but that's how it was in my head. To this day, I still go into a cold sweat when I drive past a school. Even into my everyday life I realize how the patterns I learned still control my actions. I'm always paranoid and overly cautious, I still feel that fight/flight/freeze thing whenever I'm around groups of people. I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop and someone to say something or do something. If I'm in a room full of people first thing I do is look for every exit. I sit at the very back so no one can be behind me, so no one can sneak up on me. As ridiculous as that thought is, it's there for me. I work in a field where I could be a millionaire if I was more confident and entrepreneurial, but I choose to deliberately work with low income folks, people who maybe were more like me and need genuine help. Even though doing so almost exclusively, even though that's a good thing, it means I've way less money than I should or need and has gotten me into a lot of debt. Having been told I was stupid and ugly for most of my life being around anyone with an air of superiority (wealth, for example) I instantly get defensive and find them off-putting, I don't want to be around them because I immediately assume they think I'm just that poor, smelly ignorant kid. They probably don't, they don't think that at all but it's what I think they think, you know? That's my broken brain. So I can't work with them because I get defensive and maybe even hostile. See, that's the other thing. I have a very short fuse and low tolerance for...difficult(?) people or situations. I get mad easily. I've never hit a person in my life and don't think I ever would but I've punched holes in walls and destroyed laptops and tv's or shattered remote controls, I can get unsettlingly aggressive and rage out when I get set off.
It always seems to be little things that set me off, too. I think I'm used to being unable to control the big elements of life since all that was so regulated and never afforded me in the first place. But little things like the laptop freezing, the batteries in the remote dying or someone not understanding my email, I feel like these are simple things, things I should have some control over. And when I don't, when I can't, it triggers me. And I explode.
So that's where I'm at. I know, poor me, boo hoo I had a shitty childhood and shitty schools, there's people who had real problems and suffered real abuse and I don't mean to say my bullshit compares on any level to those of you out there who had to experience that stuff. But I'm really just starting to understand what I went through, trivial in comparison though it may be, did mess with me and did leave me...broken(?) somehow. And...I don't really know how to deal with that.
Therapy never seemed an option, not only did I never think I needed it but I grew up in a time and place where seeing a shrink just meant you were stupid and crazy and you were looked at as defective. I know that's not the world anymore and I live in a place now where no one would think that and people would encourage one to go to therapy but just my whole life makes me naturally resistant to the notion. That's something else I suppose I need to overcome.
Anyway, I guess I'm just looking for advice. On if this really is CPTSD and if not, what kind of screw up am I and generally whatever advice anyone may be able to give me going forward.
If you read this whole thing I appreciate it, I apologize for this lengthy rambling, thank you, sincerely and I really do appreciate any input. Again, sorry for wasting anyone's time.

I have just launched my 2nd rocket which went well, however there is not enough room in the rocket for avionic, because the inner diameter is 2.6mm and the length is 25cm(limited by my 3d printer). I use Estes c6-5 motors which propels the rocket to around 200m. My question is, what material should my mk3 rocket be made out of and what should its diameter and length be. (Ps, support this https://ideas.lego.com/s/p:7f69cc4b9fcf40c693e8aad1c9d3362e)

SOT is based on a PvPvE dynamic, and this inclusion of both PvE and PvP is one of the reasons for its popularity and success. However, to me at least, the PvE content in the game feels pretty unremarkable. Most PvE content feels pretty repetetive and honestly it can get boring pretty fast. But why?
I feel like the bulk of PvE content is essentially just hitting skeletons / phantoms until they die. Which can be fun, yes, but that sort of content essentially relies on other players raising the stakes and making the encounter exciting, rather than the fun stemming from the content itself. This goes for Skeleton Forts, Sea Forts, Ashen Lords and Phantom Fleets. I'm excluding the Fort of Fortune and Fort of the Damned as they are essentially guaranteed to attract player activity, and the Skeleton Fleets allow for a lot more variety and a more exciting type of combat in my opinion (there are no good faction quests apart from the LotV either). So you might be asking 'well what sort of PvE content do you want then?' - allow me to explain.
I feel like Shrines (please don't insta-downvote me for mentioning these) are a good example of the sort of content I would love to see. With the exception of treasuries of course, I honestly found shrines to be the most engaging PvE content we have ever been given (again, this is all my personal opinion and I know not everyone will agree). I loved the puzzle solving shrines like the Shrine of Tribute, but even more than those I loved the parkour shrines like the Shrine of Ocean's Fortune. Today, shrines are pretty outdated and don't get much rep, but I feel like Rare could really build on what they gave us with Shrines to create some really engaging PvE content in the future. To add to the difficulty and engagement, they could have challenges - for example, complete the entire parkour shrine while holding a piece of loot, or find 3 hidden rooms in the puzzle shrine for a cool cosmetic. I really feel like the shrines are just wasted potential, and I would love to see Rare give that type of content another go.
Again, this is all my personal opinion, and I'm also not asking Rare to completely forget about PvP and only focus on PvE - the game needs a good and engaging balance of both to keep functioning well, and I'm just voicing my ideas on how that could be achieved. Thank you all so much for reading, and I look forward to hearing everyone's input and ideas.
TLDR: I feel like we need more PvE content in the form of parkour and puzzle-solving (like in the shrines from season 4) and less that involves just hitting skeletons until they die.
P.S. I just remembered the parkour on the Sea Dogs Tavern - not sure if it's still there, but it was another great bit of fun with some friends, add some loot to the end and spice it up a little and bang - job done.

So a bit of context. This is our first child and nights have sort have always been my job after the newborn phase. Except for some rougher nights, I've always handled bath and put down, and I've always loved it.
Tonight, I read her books and was walking her through the next steps like I always do. Then she started crying. Hard. I couldn't get her to calm down, and then she started crying for her momma. Well momma came in got her to calm down and go to sleep. She tried to sneak out once the little one was snoring for awhile. That didn't workout, so I tried to take over. She started screaming bloody murder for her mom again. I tried to handle it. I even gave her the small bit of melatonin we have for nights like this (strictly for emergencies). Turns out my wife already gave her some... and she told me that after she left the room by saying, "I've tried everything". So my wife takes over again and I'm in a panic about double dosing our kid.
Another 30 minutes passed and it was almost 11 at this point. I was asked to switch out and sleep next to her. I went in there and our daughter was snoring. We performed the switch and I was able to get comfortable and fall asleep myself. Around 4, my daughter woke up and finally realized it was me. She immediately got upset, crying and kicking me. I tried rocking her, getting something to drink, turning on a show with no sound. It all seemed to make it worse. If I held her, she'd hit me in the face. So I'd put her down, but then she'd try to run for our room. Which left me with no choice to pick her up again and then the cycle repeated.
I eventually caved and took her to Mom. I went and laid on the couch and started crying. This doesnt happen every night, but we have to talk her into letting me put her down for bed. She never wants me for anything anymore, unless it's literally just me and her in the house. I try to reel in my frustration but it's showing more and more with each incident like this. I feel like a shitty dad and I don't know what to do.
I haven't been able to sleep since and I just felt the need to ramble somewhere about this.

Myself (24F) & a guy (25M) went on a date a few days ago after chatting for about a week.
We went to primary school together so it was good to catch back up after 10+yrs.
We went out to a bar and saw one of his male friends and spent the night with him too, it was a good night. Ended up going back to my place and did the deed etc.
He was telling me he had not long broken up with his child’s mum and that he’d just moved back in with his dad and it was looking for a place to stay, I offered a room at my place but said we’ll discuss it more when totally sober.
He asked if we could wake up early and if I could drop him to his child’s mothers place to see his baby, which I did.
He messaged after saying he had a great night and we’ll definitely have to do it again soon. He even video called me and showed me his baby etc. Then bang just went ghost. No explanation nothing.
I’m guessing he got back together with his kids mother; but I just asked for an explanation but he left me on ghost. Didn’t block me or anything. Just assuming blocked my messages.
Just sort of really hurt me. Any idea why guys do these types of things? Could I have just been a distraction from the ex and he realised the grass wasn’t greener on the other side?

Id like to first say that this is my first Reddit post and i never thought i would have to make one but here we go. Basically guys i need some outside help/assistance with everything that I’ve been going through. If anyone can relate or understand even a little bit of what’s been going on with my body i will greatly appreciate it.
I am a 21 year old male. Had a fairly normal life until age 13.Had my first panic attack, suffered from GAD (Generalized anxiety disorder) for a while, finally got put on meds after some trouble with them (Zoloft) that worked. Age 16 (10th grade in HS) I start having no energy and no motivation randomly, in hindsight my parents think that it was because of my dog passing away but I think it just randomly occurred. My depression started, lasted for 2 years, tried countless meds with no help, multiple suicide attempts, got put into a treatment facility, hated it there, faked how I felt to get out because my parents wouldn’t let me out, and left that facility at age 18 after being in there for 2 months. Afterwards my depression ceased which I think was due to me faking how I felt in the facility which ironically made me better. Got diagnosed with MDD (major depressive disorder) but haven’t been depressed anywhere near that since then which has been 4 years now almost. However, even though my mental state finally got under control after 5 years and me dropping out of high school (I got my GED last year) the physical symptoms started. During my depression I was very isolated and mostly layed in the same position most of the day for multiple years, after my depression until now (6 years now) those habits have stayed. I am in so much physical pain, numbness, tightness, discomfort, i don’t know what to do and I need outside help. These are my full list of symptoms I have:
Pain and pressure in the breast bone and chest. Discomfort and tightness in the breast bone and chest. Chest Pressure, pain, discomfort, and tightness hurts and can last a while, it randomly occurs, worse when laying down. Pain and discomfort under left armpit (feels like swollen lymph node maybe, is on and off). Persistent fatigue that is constant 24/7 and never gets better with rest, makes me feel like I have no energy or motivation. Debilitating lower back pain. Burning in my chest and throat. Heart burn. Difficulty swallowing especially when eating food, (i have to drink water first 95% of the time before eating something or else i get the feeling of the food slowly going down my esophagus and it hurts very bad). Horrible throat pain feels like it’s burning or inflamed. Feeling of bloating or feeling full after eating sometimes. A period where i can go months with having no appetite and months with an appetite. Random bouts of sweating that occur out of nowhere. Anxiety that can get worse if i don’t get it under control which can trigger my GAD (generalized anxiety disorder). Frequent gas and burping (sometimes i could fart hundreds of times per day, same with burping it just depends). Lots of muscle and joint pain and weakness and numbness) face, head, neck, shoulder, back, arms, feet, pretty much my whole body). Feeling that something is stuck in my throat. Shortness of breath/hard to breath. Tingling and numbness in hands and feet. Floaters and dark spots in vision. Visual snow/millions of white dots in my field of vision. Frequent flashes of light in my eyes. Constipation, and really bad smelling poops and farts. (Had heart palpitations a couple years ago for a few months). (Went to the ER multiple times over the last couple years due to debilitating burning in my chest that would radiate throughout my whole body. (Had this feeling in or near my heart where if i move a certain way to fast i have this random sensation of feeling/pressure/weight for a second that would then go away). Facial numbness and hot and cold flashes. More frequent urination the last month or so. Random awful pain that occurs above my genitals. Feeling out of it/brain fog. Forgetfulness and bad memory. Slurred speech. Inability to exercise (feel worse from exercising). Light sensitivity. Heat intolerance.
This is destroying me and ive been trying to fix myself and get better physically and i can’t do it. It’s making my anxiety come back which causes its own symptoms which makes everything worse. I’m staying strong through this thanks to my parents support but i need outside help, if anyone has any idea of what this could be or multiple things it could be please let me know thank you.
Here is the list of the current things I’m diagnosed with already if anyone is curious:
All Disorders/Problems that I have: Major Depressive Disorder. Generalized Anxiety disorder. Nearsightedness. Floaters. Upper Lordosis. Lower Lordosis. Flat feet. Prolonged bed rest for 6 years. Lumbar Spinal Stenosis (just got a CT scan done of my lower back, showed signs of narrowing of my spine, got referred to a spine surgeon, doing physical therapy for 6 weeks then a mri).
I have a ton of appointments scheduled and ones I’ve already been to, including new appointments I have to schedule. I’m seeing my psychiatrist in July, (saw her multiple times within the last months for anxiety cause I went off my Zoloft due to bad side effects) saw a gastroenterologist in may and have a upper endoscopy on june 7th, have a new physician appointment on june 9th because my old one moved over a year ago and ive had to wait over a year to see a new one. I saw the spine surgeon last week, and I’m going to make a rheumatologist and neurologist appointment on Monday as I was recommended to by the spine surgeon PA.
If anyone has got this far and read all this thank you so much for listening to my story, i tried to include everything and summarize everything the best I could, if anyone has any questions about anything please feel free to ask and I will answer. If anyone also has any feedback or potential cause to some of these issues please let me know as well, i just want answers so badly so I can finally move on to the path of recovery. Thank you so much again for reading i really appreciate it.

(Sentences or phrases bordered with bracket [ ] symbols indicate inner monologue!)Thank you u/SpacePaladin15 for creating this wonderful universe!
The Marching of Time
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Memory transcription subject: James Willik, Human historian
Date [standardized human time]: July 13, 2165
In my life, I’ve learned the depths to which tyrants will go to keep their power. After the war against the Federation, almost everyone had. For centuries, the Federation had lied, manipulated, stolen, murdered, done anything no matter the moral cost, to keep its citizens in its grasp, to stay in control. But they made one fatal mistake, one misstep that would loosen their hold on their slaves just long enough for someone to step in and challenge them. That mistake was angering Mankind.
When the dust had settled and the bullets had stopped flying, the UN found treasure troves of stolen knowledge all across the home-systems of the founders of the Federation, the Kolshians and Farsul. Endless libraries of atrocities done and culture stolen, of memories erased and lives destroyed. So much irreversible damage done just to keep their people locked in mental chains.
This is why early in life I decided to become a historian. I wanted to uncover and reintroduce the cultures, ideas, and truths that the Federation had wanted to burn to ash. At the age of 19, I was accepted into the then newly opened Meiers Institute of Knowledge. MIK was named after the former leader of the UN, a man who was described as compassionate and caring by nearly everyone who met him, said to be a hero. The MIK was built to let those ideas blossom forth, by providing unrestricted knowledge and education to anyone that wanted it.
During my time at MIK, because of the instruction and guidance provided by my teachers, my distrust of non-humans slowly faded. I made friends and learned things I would remember for the rest of my days. Several years later I reluctantly left the college that had become my home with a doctorate in history.
I’m now 31 years old, and several days ago I received a message from the UN Office of the Historian, stating that I and several others had been invited to the new capitol building on Aafa for a special job offering.
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As I wake, I notice how cold I feel.[Had I left the window open last night?] I think to myself. I rub my eyes and grab for my blanket, only managing to grab a handful of cloth from my shirt. I open my eyes to properly aim for the blanket this time only to witness an empty room.
No… That isn’t the correct way to describe it…This isn’t an empty room, this is the lack of a room. All around me is nothing but darkness.
I try to lift myself off my bed only to realize there is nothing beneath me. I’m the only matter that I can see in this void.
[What the fuck. What the fuck!?]
I begin panicking as my brain fully switches on, only now am I fully awake and aware of my situation. I flail my limbs around, trying to turn myself around to no avail as I float through the emptiness. I try to take in a breath only to inhale nothing. Vivid memories of nearly drowning at a vacation by the beach fill my mind. The space in my brain is packed full of questions by now.
[Wha- what the hell is happening? Where’s the air? How am I alive? Is this a dream?]
I begin calming down, wildly flailing my arms and legs is going to do nothing for me. A glow begins illuminating the backside of my arms, heating them like warm sunlight. I try to turn around, somehow managing to do so this time.
Light sears itself into my very soul as I stare forward at the object before me. I am seated at the edge of a star, its radiance beaming itself onto me as if it is some divine judge weighing the sins of my heart. Tendrils of superheated plasma ripple around it, like arms through water, effortlessly keeping the orb afloat.
A thunderous whisper echoes through the twisting and winding corridors of my mind. Paradoxically seeming both deafening and silent simultaneously. It is in a language I have never heard before and yet I understand the message all the same.
“Find us. We await.”
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For the second time today, I wake up. This time I am in my warm bed in my home on Venlil Prime. The memory of the star does not fade away, as the imagery in my dreams usually do.
I stretch and drag my legs off the side of the bed, acclimating my eyes to the ever-present twilight of the Venlil homeworld. I grab a picture frame holding an old photo of me and my parents off my bedside table. Their smiles warming me slightly. I hug the picture-frame into my chest. It’s been 3 years but I still miss them every day. “I wish you were still here, so much. I hope I made you proud.”
I perform my daily routine and get myself tidy before putting on my clothes. Today is the day that the UN is sending a ship to pick me up. I've gotta look my best if I’m gonna be meeting such important people. I walk through the main hallway of my house, glancing at the art adorning the walls as I pass by. Ever since the knowledge that the Federation has been performing cultural genocide for centuries became public, the market for historians and other professions tasked with discovering the past sky-rocketed. Despite the high pay though, my house was relatively small. A bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, and some various utility and storage rooms was all I needed. I didn’t need a fancy living-space, that wasn’t what made me happy. What made me happy was the work I was doing for the people of the Coalition. Bringing back art and stories from ancient times, reintroducing species to a past and culture that they could be proud of. THAT was what fueled me.
I looked at my holopad and realized I only had 15 minutes before my ship arrived at the spaceport. I hurriedly filled a reusable cup with coffee and rushed out the door, no time for breakfast. I hopped in my car, buckled my seatbelt, turned my key, and backed out of the driveway onto the street, speeding down the road as fast as the anti-grav engine in my car would allow me. There is no way I’m missing an opportunity like this.
As I drove, the spaceport came into view. It towered above all the buildings surrounding it, making them seem miniscule in comparison. Ships swarmed around the structure like bees around a hive, loading and unloading cargo and passengers alike.
5 minutes.
I drew into a parking space in the underground garage. Removing my key and deactivating my vehicle. I slammed the door shut perhaps a little too hard and locked the doors with my keyfob as I sprinted towards the elevators to the top of the port. It took the lift around 50 seconds to travel nearly 300 stories into the sky. I bolted out of the barely opened doors, startling a Venlil couple and nearly knocking over an older looking man wearing a suit. I blurted out an apology and quickly said I was late before dashing off, the man looking more confused than annoyed.
I took a quick look at my holopad. 2 minutes. As I ran, I glanced at the signage on the walls. 587 588 589 560! I made my way into the hangar, straightening out my tie as I walked through the doors. I tried to hide how out of breath I was, these suits were not made for running. The ship was sleek and quite large, undoubtedly suited for luxury purposes, the UN did not spare any expense for its guests it seemed.
I walked up the boarding ramp and as the airlock opened, a man stood there to greet me. He was an older gentleman, slightly taller than me. He smiled and outstretched his hand. “Hello, I take it that you’re James! The ship is ready for you to depart. My name is Harold and I’ll be your attendant for the flight. ”He spoke enthusiastically with a southern drawl. I grasped the man’s hand and shook it. “I hope I didn’t take too long to arrive.” “Don’t worry son, you’re fine. It’ll take a couple days to reach Aafa so make yourself comfortable, down the hall behind me is the bar, lounge, and eating area, and further down are the sleeping quarters with accompanying bathrooms. ”Before I could respond, Harold spoke again. “There’ll be another passenger onboard, allow me to take you to them.”
The man stepped aside and followed as I walked down the hall to the lounge. The room was quite large, filled with expensive looking furniture and art. To my right was a small dining table and beyond that a kitchen. I looked to my left and felt my heart skip a beat as I locked eyes with a small Venlil with speckled white wool and orange eyes. She stared back, looking equally shocked.
“Lemva?”
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I sat there a while, neatly cushioned under a barely levitating bed. The wooden feet lifted no more than a half inch from the yellow-white carpet I had burrowed into. That was our foxhole, and it was a dingy and lightly damp hidey-hole, too. Wettened, I imagine, from the who-knows-what drip funneling off of ITs back.
I had known IT for years, these spectral bastards for minutes. And I can't describe either set of creatures very well. IT was dipped in some sort of dry ick, and ITs hand was closer to scaly in texture than any other adjectives I can imagine. Trains of thought would run trackless in a gaudy mind trying to wrap 'round what IT was.
There was something really arid about it, like a drought come to life in the shape of a toad. A toad with an ugly laugh and a finnicky knack for limericks.
WHY, I IMAGINE YOU'RE SCRATCHING YOUR HEAD MULLING OVER HOW YOU'VE COME TO BE WED-- FROM A GREAT FLASH OF LIGHT IN THE MIDST OF THE NIGHT, TO THE MONSTER LAID UNDER YOUR BED.
I didn't answer. From a peripheral view I spied IT "pick ITs nose" with a tusk-like tooth, though I'm not sure that's a fair description of the biological butchery then-stumped beside me. I slipped over my hunched arms, peeking from the bottom of the coverlet curtains at our intrusive guests. I reckoned to myself a phrase like "Where the hell did they come from?"
SPEAK ALOUD YOUR MIND, AS YOU OUGHT YOU'RE OFFENDING MY POLKA-DOT SPOTS I'M NOT KEPT FROM YOUR HOME NOR YOUR SORE LITTLE DOME I SENSE YOU WITHHOLDING YOUR THOUGHTS
"Ease up and shut up," I retorted. "Don't let 'em hear us. I don't know what they want." I studied their shadow-dance. Though a midnight flashbang did bring me to my waking senses, the room swelled only with a total darkness, wholly absent of light; save for the gliding of their pitch tendril-limbs through the air.
They floated across my room, casting luminous gleam on this shelf, an inverted afterimage on that desk -- even now, I'm not sure how I knew there were multiple. They shimmered and swooned in a circle around a single glowing red dot, grounded in the center of the room. As they did, an air of acceptance filled my chest.
My curiosity nosedived into my subconscious. It took my situational judgment with it. I felt my body drain of emotional ego, and I became only a spectator. My sense about me distilled into a simple act of witnessing. ITs ugly shape molded towards me, groaning and croaking as an old wooden hatch. IT leaned near my ear, and I felt the puff of ITs rank breath.
OLD NEIGHBORS, OLD FACES, YOU SEE. IN YEARS PAST, I CAME TO BE FREE. I HID GUNG HO WITH AN AVERAGE JOE ALAS, THEY HAVE COME BACK FOR ME.
"You sure? Why you?"
AS SURE AS ONE EVER CAN BE. THEY BROADCAST A DANCE OF DECREE-- THEY COME TO TURN WIGHT AND FORCEFULLY INVITE ME ALONG FOR A GLASS OF BLACK TEA.
By then, my room was no longer my own. My lungs constricted a bit more with each breath, as blasts of warmth permeated the space to every corner. It was growing very hot, in very little time, as gracefully as cooked air might.
Nothing happened to my eye. And yet, I had the sense that my cornea shattered, and a billion little dotty pieces galivanted across my iris. All at sudden once, a million floaters trudged over my sight like a school of ocular fish.
"I get it now."
BORROWED TIME REVERBERATES, LOUD. THE DEBTOR MIGHT BLEND IN A CROWD HE MIGHT ALWAYS RUN HE MIGHT HAVE HIS FUN BUT IN THE END, WE ALL LIVE IN A SHROUD.
"...It's been real."
IT gave me a final proverb.
IT'S ENOUGH TO BE REAL. RIBBIT.
And at the last, a needle popped my bubble, and everything backtracked from that silent business into a state of being like a blown-out candle. A single whistle beat out the river of quiet, and my monster and I were gone.

I still need to get better at tiring him out right before bed, however my kitten continously knocks things over at night. We have little to no issue in the day with this. I don't know what to do about this habit or how to break it. Worst part is he knows it's wrong! This morning at 5am I stared at him and he chirped in annoyance that I was watching him so he couldn't knock things over without getting in trouble. Little man also gets upset when I tell him no!
It's a lot easier to sleep through the night when I'm not worried about him breaking something and is just running around, any ideas on how to break this habbit?

Full transcriptions to the best of my ability, so this is long. Read only bold for the TL;DR version.
Mile 1 (Jer): “Principle of Sharing. Find something you can do together, you can share together, and continue doing it. It’ll act like gravity, slowly pulling you closer together over time.”
Mile 2 (Audj): “Be a student. Never stop learning. There’s always more to learn about each other. This is why we love the Marriage Journal so much. ‘Cause you ask 6 questions every week, and your answers are never the same. Sometimes they are, but usually not. And the desire to always learn the new version of your spouse every year is something that keeps your marriage healthy.”
Mile 3 (Jer): (this one was rambly and hard to understand where sentences started and stopped. Standard Jer speech) ”Pursue one-ness over correctness. Sometimes the right decision or the correct way to go, although it might be correct, we believe being unified in whatever direction you head is more important, even if it’s a little bit off what might be correct. Because the pursuit of unity will eventually steer you totally correct and you’ll be unified in that pursuit.”
Mile 4 (Audj): “Coming off what Jer just said, if the goal is unity, it’s always good to have a ‘code of conduct’ for your conflict. So, some kind of boundaries, or things that you won’t say or agree to not doing when you’re in conflict. Really helps”
Mile 5 (Jer): ”Don’t ever lose your habit of common courtesy. There’s a psychology, the psychology of friendship article I read a while ago, and it was talking all about how respect in the friendship is maintained, one of the ways, is through common courtesy. It’s like, ‘thank you’, ‘you’re welcome’, ‘please’, just simple ways to daily deposit respect into the relationship. So never lose the common courtesies.”
Mile 6 (They kept interrupting each other here): (Audj) ”What kind of story do you want? What kind of love story do you want?This is a question that really motivates us. We talk about it a lot in our book, but
(Jer) “The concept, let’s say you’re driving to work, you picture yourself 10 years in the future, driving to work,
(Audj) “What kind of story do you want?
(Jer) “and you’re listening to a podcast about your love story. Do you like what you’re hearing? If not, only one person can change it, that’s you. No piece of advice, no book, no nothing. Just think about your love story. What do you want it to be?
(Audj) (I had trouble understanding the opening of this. “What are” or “one of” or something like that) “And what are the things that pushes you out of that is not always easy or comfortable, but challenging yourself, going for the adventure, doing something spontaneous. Even if that means waking up early with not as much training after a week of travel”
Mile 7 (Audj): ”Add these 3 things into your marriage, or try to keep them in your marriage: spontaneity, suspense, and surprise. And the idea is don’t get lazy or complacent. Try new things. Be spontaneous together. It’s going to look different in different seasons, but (Jer tries to but in, she keeps going) add elements or surprise into you marriage. Like surprise each other. Don’t stop surprising each other. How many times did we stop doing that after we got married?
(Jer) “A lot of the guys out there, yes, rhythms are good, healthy patterns of life are good. But like, bust ‘em up every now and then. Load the kids, go to the beach, random things, because those are more often than not the stories you actually think about 10 years from now”
Mile 8 (Jer): “Something that has really helped me is just recognizing and understanding the ego. And the easy way to kind of think about that is you, the you, sees the world through glasses. That is your ego. Layers, and you know, perceptions, and stigmas. And your wife also has an ego. So these are how you interpret and filter the world. Also how the world kinda sees you. So understanding that you have that well you can start to adjust it and recognize that ‘woah, I might have been angry towards that with my wife, but that has more to do about how I’m seeing the world than it does who my deepest self is’, which is the one seeing the world through the ego
(Audj said something I couldn’t understand)
(Jer) “Pride shattering, really powerful concept that’s extremely biblical and
Mile 9 (Audj): ” Always kiss good night. Jeremy and I are going on 9 years of marriage and we’ve kissed good night every single night that we have been together. And one think I want to add to that is try to go to bed together when you can. I know that’s not always possible for everyone’s marriage, but when you’re together and it is possible, go to bed together. Good things happen and always kids goodnight.”
Mile 10 (is this over yet?) (Jer): ”Have a mission or a focus for the marriage, besides the marriage. Like, marriage meets so many personal inward needs, but there’s also outward focus for it. So, you know. Like sports teams, businesses, they all have missions and purpose besides the players. So in your marriage what’s your purpose? Besides the marriage itself.”
Mile 11 (why did I decide to do this) (Audj): (Jer keeps trying to talk but she keeps going) “We think this is a crucial thing for modern marriages. (Jer) ”These days it is absolutely essential that your marriage has a time where you’re not on your phones. (Audj) “Whether that’s date night, sabbath, after 10:30 at night, whatever it is, but a time that you’ve agreed to not be sitting next to each other (Jer) “Attention is our currency and your spouse deserves your currency and your attention. Like, undevotedly at some point.”
Mile 12 (Jer): ”Have ‘marriage parents’. Someone that you can go to to ask questions, process the difficulties, the joy, the hurts, (Audj: “they can pray for your marriage”) understand the dynamic with. Someone that’s wiser than you basically.”
Mile 13 (Audj): ”Dont be afraid of being cheesy. ‘Cause sometimes being cheesy holds you back from the story, holds you back from knowing each other more, holds you back from spontaneity, suspense and surprise, holds you back from so many things we already talked about. And, you know what, you might think it’s cheesy that we’re out here running 13 miles talking about marriage, but we’re doing it. And, we’re gonna have a story to tell.”

I've successfully been able to control my urges, it took relapses, it took mistakes, it took accepting I failed but that it's not over if I don't give up. Now I don't watch it, for the first time in a long time I felt as horny as I should feel over just real sexual stuff. I even had a weird period of watching it again, getting my urges out, and then being able to look at myself and just accept I didn't want it, truly accept that I was ready to abandon it, although I'm not advocating for that for other people, I'd never want to put someone else in a risky position like that, we all do differently, and I wasn't addicted addicted at this point I was just still unhealthy. I did masturbate once but it was from such a small no. of strokes and not thinking about anything porn related, so I think my mind is healthy now, or at least healthy enough that I now welcome the idea of never watching porn again. But even then I'm also trying to not masturbate in general because I don't really feel positive towards the idea of masturbating, my brain has been and is rewiring.
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Now here's where I need advice
I was half awake when I had a dream about P, nothing that crazy, but still I'm pretty sure I was having a dream where I wasn't imagining myself doing it but I was watching it. It's really messing with me because I can't necessarily categorize it as a wet dream, I was definitely like sleeping on my front and rubbing against the bed until orgasm, but at the same time I can't categorize it as masturbation because I wasn't fully awake or consciously imagining it, more like half-consciously and semi-dreaming. I'm just wondering if all the benefits I've seen will reset. I don't think this will cause future relapses because I don't now feel "oh I missed porn", I want to be healthy and I want actual real sex and everything that comes with that & real horniness (I'm a really horny person when porn isn't fucking with my mind and I'm so happy that I am).
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I know that I shouldn't be worrying because at the end of the day what happened won't make a difference to the present, as long as I don't relapse again that's what matters. But it's hard not to be curious if other people have had this and to hear from those more experienced.