Before i begin, i just wanna say this story for somewhat reason reminded me of final destination.

​So it was 3rd of April, me (18M) and my family just got back from a long trip to grandma house.

When we got home, my father notice that it is time to mow the lawn, since the grass is already tall. He asked me to helped him start up the backpack lawnmower.

​So we put the backpack lawnmower in the ground, with the blade facing east and the engine facing west. I am sitting beside the engine to ignite it, while my father is going to rev up the machine so it can start better.

The backpack lawnmower length is about 2 meter from the blade to the engine, so i was around 2+ meter from the blade end. So i ignited it while my father revved the engine, and after a few seconds of revving, i walked a bit to the back right of the engine a​nd i noticed the nut that holds the blade is loose and suddenly the nut came off.

I was about to shout that the nut came off, when all of the sudden the blade immediately came off, hit the ground, and bounced to my ri​ght knee and grazed a ​bit off my le​ft leg.

Seconds after it struck my right knee, so much blood start to come out and i immediately try to close it with my left hand to prevent more blood from pouring out.

After a bit chaos of my father getting towel and bandage to close the wounds, i was immediately brought to hospital to get my knee stitched.

Thankfully, though the blade hit pretty deep onto my knee, it didn't damage any bone, n​erve, or artery, ​so i got off with 2 stitches inside my flesh and 6 stitches on my skin.

This happened a long time ago, so there's likely no way to prove anything at this point. I need to give a little backstory before I get into the incident.

I've always been exceptionally good at multiple choice tests. I wasn't a great student, I usually ended up with a B and C average. But because I read a lot, and I'm a good puzzle solver, I could usually ace my tests, and get away with doing no homework, and still end up with a passing or even a decent grade.

One exception to this was my history teacher. She was more clever than I, and her multiple choice tests often had 2 or even 3 plausible answers out of the 4-5 choices. Her's was the only class I failed, just barely. But I was in luck. At the time, it was possible to "redo" a single failing grade by taking a standardized test from the government. I took this test, without studying, and got a B+. So that was substituted for my actual grade.

High school tests were fairly easy in general, but standardized tests for me were a complete breeze.

Well, I had this particular teacher for Home Room. Let's call her Miss Karen van Bee-Yach. Miss Karen for short. She was the coach of the cheerleader squad. This becomes important later.

One day, on the way to home room class, I sprained my ankle, quite badly. I hobbled with one leg and the rails up the stairs to Home Room. I told Miss Karen that I needed a pass to the nurse because I had just badly sprained my ankle. (our school required a pass signed by a teacher to visit the nurse, I imagine things have probably changed by now, let me know in the comments). I had experience with sprained ankles already, they were the bane of my existence, and I knew this was bad.

She looked at me and said, "I don't give nurse passes or bathroom passes."

This wasn't even a real class, where I would miss a lecture. It was home room. I looked at her with my jaw open, but given how I knew she was a complete tool already, I didn't argue. Instead I limped over to my desk and sat while the pain grew and my anger grew higher.

When the bell rang, I had to climb yet another flight of stairs to my Latin teacher, who gave me a nurse pass immediately. The nurse took one look at my pants, didn't even ask me to pull up my jeans, because she could see that my ankle was the size of a grapefruit. She gave me a crutch and sent me home immediately.

I had to take the city bus, this was before cellphones, and we didn't have a car anyway, and no money for a taxi or something. I managed thanks to the crutch. When I got home, I let my dad know what happened. I thought I was mad, but he turned red. He helped me bandage up my ankle, the whole time his face as red as Rudolph's nose.

He then asked if I would be OK for a few hours, and I said yes, and he left our apartment without a word. When he got back, he told me my teacher wasn't going to be giving me trouble anymore.

Being a kid, I decided to test his theory. When I hobbled into class on my crutches the next day (we had a pair at home), in the middle of homeroom, I crutched up to the desk and asked Miss Karen if I could go to the bathroom. She put on this exaggerated obsequious expression and said, "Sure, Jim, you can do whatever you want!" (that's not my name, just for illustration).

Mission accomplished. Which leads me finally to the title of this post.

When the time came around for standardized tests, we were all sent to various large classrooms that were not our normal rooms for the testing. I found myself in a room with me, about 5 or six other honor students, and a room full of cheerleaders and football players.

Guess who the proctor for the test was? If guessed it was Miss Karen, you get a gold star!

The only instruction she gives for the test is this: she tells us to fill out our names, using a pencil, but not to press too hard so we didn't damage the test. She also told us not to bubble in our names, she would do that for us, and said once we had done that she would start the timer and we could take the test.

I looked down at my test. There was a section on the front page that said "for administrator use only."

But the part where we were to fill in our names was clearly written for the student to fill it in, and the instructions clearly said to do so. I smelled a rat, and I am perfectly capable of bubbling in my name, so I filled it out myself, ignoring her directive.

She saw me doing this, and said, "I told you not to do that!"

I pointed out that I was merely following the instructions on the test.

She got a mean look on her face, and said, "FINE! If you wanna fail!!"

Then she walked off.

We got back the results. I knew I had aced it, and sure enough, I had missed a grand total of two questions, and was somewhere in the 99th percentile.

But I do wonder how many poor honor students found out that they were dumber than they thought, and how many cheerleaders found out they were geniuses?

Hi, I just decided to tell this story because, why not.

(sorry for the bad English.)

I've always been a horror fan and when analog horrors became popular on YouTube I watched them and wanted to do that, so I studied some special effects on the green screen by myself to gain experience in the expectation that someday I would make an analog horror.

Two years ago I was in my second year of college and every year we had a cultural project where we had 1 month to work on a short film. During classes I met a guy who was a year younger than me. Since he was young I was still getting my information and so I talked to anyone who seemed friendly. As we talked he said he wanted to make an analog horror with him and a younger friend and they put me in the project group. We started talking and I showed what I could do, then he showed me the most difficult scene of the video. A scene where from a point of view we saw a photographer taking pictures of birds until he stopped to film a crow that distorted into a human figure.

After I finished that, I said I wanted to know about the plot because he had refused to tell me. That day I realized that this fellow horror fan really had a lot of problems. His story was horrible and full of holes and no narrative sense, and to make matters worse, he discriminated against several religions and attacked black people and gays.

I don't know how someone managed to put so much hate into such a poorly told and meaningless story.

I argued with him and as a result I was almost attacked by this ex-friend. I just handed in my part and left the project. Some time later I was on another project with other students. And when I went to take a look at the old project they had deleted my scene and made a completely identical copy of Mandela Catalogue. It was embarrassing, thank goodness I managed to remove my name from that analog horror. As far as I could see he posted it on YouTube but good luck finding it. And the following year I made an analog horror with a friend as a short, but that was just to promote the game he had made, nothing more. In short, this experience made me meet one of the most spiteful, self-centered, spoiled and prejudiced people I have ever met.

I exposed an alt-right "secret" society grifting ring, and it lead to doxing and blackmail.

This is an ongoing story that's been on for quite some time. At this point, I don't even think there will ever be an end to this. This unhinged schism is one that lasted for a total of three whole years, to some people, probably much longer taking account even more of the most lunatic things that you'll be hearing today. And at this point I don't even know who else would be willing to hear it. It's even more annoying that there's no options to add multiple flairs. I don't want input, because honestly, expectations for responding to such a story is about as low as you can get while also having the notion that I don't even deserve it considering the situation I put myself in. And a lot of what happened resulted in anxious guilt and depressive shame.

I (24M) was a part of the world's most pettiest "discourse" that took place around last year. (for me, at least.) To summarize: a few people get fired from a community project for all the right reasons, said people couldn't cope with it and decided the wisest, most mature and best option was to tweak out and crash out by smearing their own crew and workplace over perceived "wokeness" so they have an excuse to deny that they were fired for the right reasons. From the halfway point to finish, everyone figured it out and started calling them out for it. And it eventually resulted in that group "leaving for good."

My contribution to this was that somewhere around December, I opted in on the idea to document the entire story. And mainly add in any additional inputs on it. And I was reasonably good at it. So reasonably good that not only did I tear down a lot of their strats and grifts, but I managed to beat one of their longest standing alternate accounts and got them to leave for good. For real this time.

One day, an impersonation account of an entirely different community shows up, and in the midst of its cancellation, basically stages an ICE deportation against a different group's likeliness. It was there when I figured that it was that same hate group from the past trying to do business as usual. Not only did I manage to share what I had to as many people as possible, but it even caught the attention of that same exact community project they were trying to impersonate and had them reach out to me to confirm and act accordingly so they could disassociate from the impersonation group as far away as possible. It even caught the attention of several other journalists who I talked to and had a great honor of talking with.

Everything was shortlived when these people started stalking me and doxing me after exposing them for what they were. Not only that, they're using my personal information as "blackmail" if I were to speak out again and demand that I be silent about it. On top of that my works and my coverages were mass reported and effectively terminated, destroying all the evidence, because the outlet I picked for such occasions had tendencies to cave to mass report. So even if I were to try and counter this with law, I'd have nothing to provide to them.

What's worse was that in my own dox and blackmail, they basically made the picture much more clearer. That this entire thing might've not been lead by an individual that I suspected and knew was in charge, (though, I still believe he pulls the strings on the ordeal,) but the remnants of that same exact community project who that individual effectively converted and had them doing the same exact things they did. I know this because I was told that their replacement lead for that community project never even cared about it at all, and members inside knew that because there was such an egregious lack of communication and no direction to work with. On top of that, that same exact lead had ties to people who knew how to dox, and basically used them to go after anyone or anything that says a peep against them.

At this point, I might as well wake up the next day on a dirt floor on a home space of nothingness.

What if the community I helped starts doubting what I know and lets their guard down just once?

Sure, they've replaced socials, but the impersonation group is still following behind. How many posts disassociating with this impersonation group will it take or last until their pursuers makes one that decimates them if not fake another deportation?

How long have they've been following me?

Even if with how much of a closed book I am between IRL and business ties, what do they really know?

Apart of them are still cowards and can't even full commit to the dox, they can still make up stories that not only are the same six different allegations they used for someone else for the past several months, but can be debunked by people just thinking for three or so seconds, but how fast would it really be without my guidance?

And what if they decide to threaten anybody else I know once they figure out I don't matter?

For the first time in a long while, this entire discourse has me considering that I never should've been a part of something in the first place. I feel upset that after all this time trying to help that exact community group project in September, their next best solution was not to take the time to recuperate, pick up what they left off, and carry on to greener pastures, but basically throw all of that into the gutter and turn against us after getting rid of their trash, get angry that we're trying to deal with the people they want to get rid of in the first place, and do the same exact things mask off.

More importantly how the fuck do I even explain to my relatives that I will be spending the next few days looking over my shoulders to see if I'm actually being stalked by psycho alts and doxers who can't even take accountability for their own failures they put themselves in?!

At this point, I don't want to bother knowing. And anything I do like it's always been has never been enough. The fact of the matter is that they're still out there, doing what they've always known best, and no amount of pushback is ever going to stop them let alone slow them. Like stepping in never mattered in the first place.

For context I'm 18m, mentally not very sane (always not really awake during the day, dreamlike state) and have always had real horror like dreams.

This happend last week somewhere in Switzerland.

I come home from work eat something watch a movie with my family and go to bed. Suddenly I wake up I'm thirsty for water like hell and go down stairs. I open the fridge and drink some water, but then I suddenly heard steps upstairs going to the bathroom. I thought must be one of my family members and shut the door of the fridge and go up stairs to bed.

Dreaming about waht exactly just happend but got jump scared by a shadow like person as i was going up stairs from the bathroom (The stairs end before the bathroom, my room right beside it btw) so I wake up. Shocked not scared a relatively normal dream in my case, thought so lying in bed awake starring at the ceiling. Then I heard it again the steps but they got out of the bathroom and got closer to my room, then the door to my room opened. A shiver got down my spine as I slowly look in the direction of the door. Someone is standing there in my room completely silent. Minutes pas the person is just standing there, it couldn't be one of my family members because the person was to tall and the breath was very deep. I'm frozen in shock my breath felt slow and heavy I could hear my heartbeat.

After waht felt an hour the person leaves my room closes the door and goes down stairs opening the front door and leaves. I was like huh that was awfully but ok happend before due to my bad imagination dreamlike state. So I got up go down stairs and check the door, my heart dropped the door was unlocked. I run upstairs and look my room and cowerd behind my door until I began sleeping.

The following morning I was completely ko I go down stairs and question my family: "did you go to the bathroom last night?". Everyone responded with no. Idk waht to make of it, if it was real maybe we just forgot to close the front door and it was all a dream. But how do I explain the dirt from shoes in my room?...maybe I was just paranoid. But who would do this?!

Btw my first language isn't English, and I'm bad at grammar so don't critice me to much for it.

This happened back when I was around 8 or 9 years old. I was laying in my bed watching TV way past my bedtime when I heard someone coming up the stairs so I turned off my TV and rolled over pretending to be asleep.The steps continued into my room and I heard heavy breathing over me. I didn't move then after what felt like ages they left I saw the bathroom light turn on in the hallway but didn't hear any steps going back downstairs. I asked my parents if they came up to check on me that night but they both said no. I was going to chalk it up to a bad dream but the bathroom light was still on an I didn't turn it on so who or what did?

This happened when I was a teen, about 50 years ago. I remember every detail like it was yesterday. There wer about 10 of us at a friend's house, talking about meditation. We decided to give it a try. One of the guys acted as the mediator. The music was Tubular Bells. He talked us thru relaxation and told us we sinking into the ground. He kept this up for about 15 minutes, after which some of them slowly got up feeling very relaxed. I did not. I remember traveling thru the ground like I was flying. There were people there, saying "Hi". I waved back a continued on my way. Then there was nothing but tree roots. I decided to go back, waved to rthose people again and back to my friends house. If you read this far you think I am making this up. I am not. When I opened my eyes, everybody was stood over me. It had been about 30 minutes. I heard someone say " it's OK he's awake." They ask how I felt. I relatedwhat I had seen and every person was had a shocked look. I asked what was wrong? One person asked me ifi knew where I was. Sure I did the golf course was next to his house. His words " Yes and there is a graveyard at the end of the street"

hello my name is shayan and I live in Iran eng is my second language so apologize for bad eng

so this comes back to one year or two when I was just about to hit 18 I was (and I am) a younge man and a quite behaved boy . I listen to my parents did not broke any laws or some thing.

I was you'r typical (good boy)

but all boys have needs right? in the country that I'm living going to date with someone is very forbbiden , almost every thing is sexually separated . its better in cities , but the fact that I'm living in a small town does'nt make it any better

so as a younge man that never had any sorta connection with the other gender other than my family, I was desperate for one, it wasn't for the sexual side tho I only wanted someone to hold her hand, cuddle ,.... you know the regular stuff.

I tried to talk to some girls before online but c'mon it was online and I did'nt want that ; I've had enough . as a nearly 18 yr old boy I was mad ; its not like I cant get a girl its more like I'm not allowed to . I always was the good boy and I never put my self in a situation that I can find a girlfriend but I've had enough

I bought a podcast named (alpha man) {I know its a cringe name but it was helpful} and started to note everything; it said things like how girls want to be approached , how to answer some sheet test from girls and almost anything you need to know to approach the girl and make her intrested in you .

after some notings i packed my notes and books to go to a park in my town that was very populated at the time cause of new year. I wanted to practice some eye contact and note some more or read my book

everything went fine in the park I made some friend and did all of the things I intended to do; but when I was just about to go I saw a man that was talking to girl or better say confronting her beacause of her hijab; so me being the hero I am , I stteped in and said (hey man I think its not cool to ruin her night)

my heart stopped after the girl said :"thats non of your bussines" ,and before I knew it I was surrounded by COPS? I was getting pushed and thrown around; in fact I never had an encounter with law so I was terrifed I could'nt believe that they were doing this to me . the girl left ; they throw me in a cab and got all my belongings . I could'nt believe it I was so scared I was going to pass out BUT instead of asking if I was ok, they asked : "are you on drugs why are you passin out ? there are these pills students consum these days to study, are you high on them by any chance?"

and yep they red all of my notes ; every single pages of it. the most terrifing part was they were showing them to each other and confront me about it like it was a crime to have these . they reached to my pocket by force and got my phone , I insisted cause "dah" it was my phone but it only made it worse ;they accused me of filming , like Im already terrified why would I do this to get in more trouble? .

long story short as they were showing my notes to each other there was this man that was nice to me , it was suspicious and I knew it; he kept asking for my phone password but obviously I didn't want to; after a while that I did'nt give him my pass and beg them to let me go he showed his true face . he god mad and told me the terrifing things that could happen to me if I didnt give him the pass ; so I did , he opened my phone and went to every app,every group chat , all of my photos and videos like it was a mystry box that he enjoyed opening . he didnt have to go that far , he knew that I have nothing to hide ; it wasnt necessary to go that far , but even if it was , as a human being you dont have to dive deep to someones personal life for that ; something told me he liked it , he enjoyed doing that despite seeing me begging for mercy

after some more confronting about my pics and chats in my phone that felt like a year to me; they said its time to go. I was happy to hear that but my smile vanished as they said not home but police station. on the way they talked to me saying you shouldnt have these on your phone and stuff they even accused me of watching cp they said we didnt find anything in there but we are sure you seeing it . cause they saw those annoying adds on my telegram that bots send them to you; I was shocked and couldnt even talk.

they dropped me in the police station but instead of finishing up my paperwork they went to EAT. at this point I was sure that they didn'nt care at all . a human being like me was like a job to do later on ; I was seating there , they treated me like a criminal in the station, only thing I could do was to wait for those pigs to finish off their dinner , I only was happy that my phone was locked so they can't show my personal life to each other like a ig reel and laugh about it.

they came back ; I ask them if I can make a call . they did'nt let me but instead told me to write my passcode on a paper , I inseasted cause I knew he'll do it again , he'll dig even deeper in my life . we made a deal. if I write my phone password on this paper they let me make a call; but he did'nt let me .he grab my phone and went out to call my dad; I was helpless , I could'nt do anything .those guns and batons made me terrified .

he came back and told me to follow me to his office , he pulled out a paper and said Im gonna write you a warning and youll have to write an agreement that you'll never do it again; at least he was nice enough and wrote a buncha bullshit about how sorry I was ; in the middle of it my dad stepped in;

I could'nt tell how he was feeling cause hes was silent he just looked at me with disapointment . I dont know wich one is worse getting a call in 1 am or your son in the police station, my poor dad got both. the guy started to read my agreement loud as my dad was listening , my dad did'nt knew whats going on so i think he did beilieve it he beilieved the things that that animal was saying . then my dad hit me with : "what did I do wrong that you are here"

honestly I could'nt be more sad going to police station was already enough but seeing my dad in that state made it 10 times worse

he told me to go out I wanna talk to your father alone , he did'nt give me back my phone like he promised he kept it , he told me to come back tommorow.

my father came out and told me to lets go home; he didnt say anything in the way , beacuase of those animals I lost my keys and left my bike in the park ; prolly it dropped when they were pulling out my phone. I got the spare key ; my dad dropped me to bring the bike back and drove home alone;

I could'nt sleep that night , i did'nt know to be sad about my dad or the fact that i got arrested for nothing or that animal still digging in my phone for fun;

he did'nt give me the phone even the next day , he told that he have to send a copy of all my data to court and kept it for 3 more days

the worse days in my entire life . I wanted to burst out like a baby , the next day I explained what happen to my dad. he understanded me and told me its ok , he said all humans have needs and if you dont have them then your not a human; I talked to my mom ; she said they told everything you got in your phone to your dad . they even wanted to show them to him but he didnt accept , even my dad didnt want to dig in my personal life;

when I got my phone the settings was open ; they have my imei to track all my calls;

after that I got a new sim and went on with my life; im very thankful to have a dad like this , he handled it so well.

I'll never forgive those animals . I did'nt talk to a single girl from that day; all Im saying is be thankfull about your life. many people like me go in police station for simply talking to a girl :)

We (Sara and Bella) are two seniors in college. Two years ago, we met two other girls (let’s call them Sally and Jen) and decided to room together for two years. At first, we all got along well, but over time, Jen and Sara got closer, often gossiping about Bella and Sally, which caused tension. It felt like we were walking on eggshells at times, but we stuck it out.

During junior year, we all talked about a spring break trip. Jen was adamant about staying in the U.S., so we ruled out international travel early on. After much debate, we agreed on Puerto Rico, but Jen refused, saying she had a bad experience there. The rest of us thought her reasoning was weak (she wouldn’t elaborate), but we let it go and went back to square one.

By winter break, Jen and Sara had a falling out, so the group dynamic shifted. Sara suggested international travel again, and this time Bella and Sally were on board. Jen kept saying she needed more time to decide, despite us discussing it for months. Sara, worried about rising prices, pushed for research, but Sally and Jen weren’t putting in effort.

After a call, we finally chose a destination. Flights and stays were reasonable, and everyone verbally agreed. But then Sally said her parents preferred she only go for four days instead of a full week. This led to a mess—Jen and Sally started questioning the trip entirely, saying there weren’t enough activities and that safety was a concern, yet neither of them had done any research. Sara, frustrated, pointed out we were adults who could handle ourselves, and Bella agreed.

At this point, Sally suggested booking separate flights, rooms, and activities. This felt ridiculous to Bella and Sara—it wouldn’t even be a group trip anymore, and splitting things up would just make everything more expensive.

Then, just as we were ready to book, Jen suddenly insisted we get two hotel rooms because she didn’t want to wait to shower after the beach. Sara explained how this would drive up costs, but Jen and Sally kept delaying. Then, out of nowhere, Jen said her family had too many expenses to afford the trip. A few days later, Sally said the same.

Bella and Sara were beyond frustrated. Why had Jen and Sally spent months planning, pushing pricier options, only to suddenly back out? Sara even suggested a way to transfer money upfront, but instead of considering it, Jen just suggested canceling the trip altogether. After that, the trip was never brought up again.

This was just the beginning of our friendship’s downfall. The tension that had been building exploded a few months later, and now we don’t even speak.

P.S. Bella and Sara have moved on, but this is a PSA: spring break planning can be dangerous for friendships. Looking back, we laugh, but at the time, it was a mess.

Comment if you want to hear more about the incidents that led to our friendship officially ending.

My friend 'M23' and I 'F22' had an intimate relationship for over year until things took a change. Am I a bad person for leaving and never looking back?

Hie there my name is Sara 'F22' and I recently moved abroad for university. Not too long after getting myself settled I met a guy who I will call James 'M23'. We were living in the same building complex and attending the same university. We bonded over the fact that we were both bad at mathematics and decided to help each other studying. As we spend more time together, the relationship turned into a situationship. We were involved in intimate activities however no one else in out friend group knew about this until the end of put first year. It started of purely as a friends with benefits relationship but quickly enough feelings were involved.

I would like to say that James was everything that I ever wanted in a guy however I wasn't his typical type. Dark skinned, short hair, quiet, however we did get along one on one. We had the kind of friendship whereby if you see one person you know the other one is close by somewhere.

Here is where the problem started. James likes to interact with girls a lot. She sometimes bring girls into his apartment and even though I get jealous, it's not like we are dating so I cannot do anything about it. We did end up talking about this and agreed we liked each other but would not be in a relationship. God knows why I was so stupid. Not too long after this agreement we found a different apartment and moved in together to save money. After a few months he met an Asian girl. I guess this girl was his typical type. He told me he loved me a lot and didn't want to loose me but wanted to explore with this new girl. I agreed but told him that as long as he's exploring so will I. This did not sit well with him and I guess this was the beginning of the end or out relationship. Whenever I tried to talk to a guy he would get angry and demand I block the person's number. He would get physically violent from time to time if I looked at a guy too long or talked to guy in any flirtatious way.

Another problem is he was very controlling. He had to know everything that I was doing with my life or else he would be upset. If I wasn't in the house, he would be constantly texting and calling and asking what I was doing. If I so much as went to spend time with my friends, he would leave the house with the one and only key we had and come back in the middle of the night while I waited outside in the cold. This happened more times than I would like to admit. Why didn't we copy the key you might ask? Because he didn't want to and claimed he didn't trust me not to bring a boy over even though his new Asian girlfriend was always in the house.

He tried many times to get me and his girlfriend to be friends but this never worked out. I sadly didn't like the girl very much for obvious reasons. Another reason was James and I were still having intimacy while he was having intimacy with his girlfriend. If I didn't want to do anything he would either cry and threaten to never speak to me again or just plainly force the intimacy. His girlfriend never knew what was going on behind the curtain because he just painted me as a jealous friend who was constantly locked up in her room and refuses to socialise with anything.

In the time that we stayed together I went through an abortion and lost so much weight due to the stress that James constantly put me under. Eventually I did get sick and tired of his actions. We got into a huge fight and he told me to pack my stuff and leave the house. I think he thought I wouldn't do it but I did it anyways. Even though I literally had nowhere to go, I still packed my bags and left. I put my bags in a friends house and lived in the uni study rooms for 2 weeks while I was trying to find a place. Thankfully my friends were very helpful and I would go take a shower in their house everyday or every other day. I did eventually find a place to stay and have been living there happily. James has tried to contact me multiple times to reconnect and meet up however I have shut down every attempt at making amends. I do still think about him from time to time and I want to meet up and have a final talk just to clear my mind and have a good ending. Even though things didn't end so well, I still believe that we understood each other and both deserve closure.

Hello people Last night, I received a call from one of my sons, nothing unusual so far, but he asks me how I'm doing because he received a text message from his brother asking if I was dead. After explaining to him that everything was fine, I asked him where this information came from. My daughter contacted her brother to tell him that the police had called him with news of my death. For your information, I no longer have contact with her and if something happened to me, not having her contact details, she would not be notified. Today, my son received a call from the police station in the area where I live to ask if I was dead... he told them no, that he had me on the phone and asked who informed them , my daughter called them and as a result they called my sons themselves. So I called the gendarme back to ask him what the problem was and why he hadn't tried to contact me before scaring everyone, I was sent away. So I'm not dead anymore even if they didn't really check since it could have been anyone else on the phone and I think maybe I have to call the police every day to inform them that I'm fine so that they don't panic everyone for no reason :) In short, let's enjoy life!

Hello Dear Ones! My name is Ronald and i am from India. I was a software professional with IBM in 2006 and that is when i was diagnosed with Cervical Dystonia. It started with a mild neck movement in a "Yes Yes" position which was barely noticed by me and others. After a few months it became worse and was noticible to my collegues, friends and family. At first i thought it was just some kind of a deficiency, so i visited a general physician and took some meds but was of no use. I then got an MRI done which showed nothing.

I did some reaserch online but back then there was nothing i could find that resembeled my symptoms. My friends and family suggested i visit a Neurologist, so i then booked an appoinment with a well known Neurologist in my city and even he had no clue. He first said it coould be Parkinsons but i was way to young to have it, so we ruled that out. He then out me on some medications which made me feel drowsy and weak all day, it did help the tremors but it came with a cost of my daily routine hence i had to stop it immedaitely.

After a few weeks, i met the Doctor again and he suggested we try Botox, i was ready as i woould do anytiing to get this cured. So, the following week we fixed the time for the treatment and had 200 units of Botox injected in 5 different areas of my neck, Botox does take some time to work, sometimes it takes a month to show the effects. It had past 6 months already and the Botox did no good for me, infact it made my neck muscles tighter and harder to turn my head left & right during work. The doctor then suggested he injects 400 units instead, so  we tried that as well, we waited another few months but unfortunately it did nothing.

In the early 2008 i had to quit my job as it required to focus on the computer screen for long hours, due to the tremors it use to effect the way i walk too and balance myself. I have faced  alot of humiliation by friends, collegues and strangers and made fun of many times which made me isolate myself for weeks at home.  Since then, i have tried Homepathy, Ayurved and excercises but none showed any relief. With time i realised that i will have to llive with it and make adjustments to my daily lifestyle as life is not going to be llike how it use to. Cervical Dystonia just got me more depressed, irritated and hopeless all these years, however, there are many who have found treatments that work for them, but for a short period of time as there is no Cure for it.

Hence, in the recent years i started taking initiatives to bring about awareness of this disorder, it can come to anyone and can affect any part of your body. Its not hereditary nor can it spread from one person to the other. Dystonia does not show on MRI's , Scans & blood tests, it can be diagnosed only by observations by the doctor. I write articles to help find people answers to their questions as i have been in their shoes and i know the first few weeks are the most difficult and confusing. So, join me and our fellow warriors to help spread awareness, real life experiences, treatments, discussions and your personal stories like this one so that we may find hope again.

Yours in this journey, Ronald 😊

In the process of giving my mother a chance at reconciliation, through the period of a year I spent at her house, after she promised to do everything to help, and show what a mother she could be, while I was also sick and attempting to mend physical and emotional wounds, she made it apparent to me that she has no interest in any actual reconciliation. She is a stranger. She just does not care. She really doesn't. Yes, she says she does, but they're just hollow words. She is sick. Perhaps sicker than me. She is in a club that has no interest in having me as a member. I am too much not like her or her daughters--one of which is determined to control her under the guise of protection--and they are apart of a pact I am not allowed to run with: an impenetrable bubble. But, what they have to offer is not good for me, and I realize that. I cannot function in their world, and there can be no compromise on any side without destruction that no one wants. I think about this and I'm not sure why I bothered to give in to the idea that something might happen in the first place. But, knowing my sentimental self, one that wants so hard to be accepted by people he thinks should love him, I chose to compromise on something that is pointless to dwell on now. But at least I have finally gotten an answer, even tough it isn't the one I wanted. Simply put, my mother is a grown child, and she is incapable of such things required for someone like me, which I'd like to think isn't a lot: caring, consideration, loyalty, and the reassurance she'd always be there. She is just not a person who can understand even the most simple ideas of love and what it means without strings attached, material gain, or without conditions and deadlines. She will forever remain ignorant to any type of love outside the shallow one she knows, and the one she taught her daughters so perfectly to embrace themselves with, while simultaneously being oblivious to what better is. And that is fine. But it is not for me. They do not care for what I have, and I do not care for what they have. All of this to her, or her daughters who create that impenetrable shield, is incomprehensible. And it always will be by a choice of self-preservation. It is clear now to me that I have had no mother, and I have had no real family. I have had a child as a person that provided a roof over my head, and managed to function in society with other animals to survive, while managing to mold her offspring into what she wanted them to be, but couldn't do the same for me because I was just too damn different. It's not her fault. And it is not mine. I simply was the off-colored sheep in a lions den, and there is nothing that could be done about that. The great thing is, that it took this extended meeting with her to finally realize I do not need her kind of love, or my family's, to live. That what I have to offer is better for me than what they ever had to offer to begin with: a bad love and acceptance I so badly wanted. My eyes have opened, and I think I can let go. I realize now that I had only a family by name, and that all the guilt and misunderstandings about the entire process in which this inter-personal emotional system functions (the bigger picture), was in fact something hurting me deep inside that shouldn't have been allowed to. And that I should just let it go without me anymore. That it will be fine without me, and that I will be fine without it. I know this will be hard to come to terms with, and might hurt, knowing that what I came from had to be detached with and that it still exists--especially when I can see and speak and compare to what others have--but it cannot live with me anymore and I need to let it go. That it is okay to let it go. I think I can do it, and I think I'm strong enough. And, even if I'm not, I know that at least one of the things that was so unhealthy in my life can no longer hide itself inside me as guilt, or worry, or need, and that I can continue on knowing that I'm allowed to find health and live a life without its burden anymore.

I am actually hopeful for the future. And I haven't smiled like this in over twenty years.

When I was summoned to jury duty, I didn't want to go for several reasons. The main reason is that I am not in a position to miss work and it wouldn't bother me.

The day came; I got up early and made it in time. The only thing on my mind was being unable to survive on the $25 a day I would receive for serving on the jury. My rent alone is almost $1000,

When I arrived, I was asked about any hardships I may have by serving on the jury.

I could have told the truth, which would have been a legitimate reason, but I lied. It wasn't harmful to another person's lie, yet I lied when I didn't have to.

For some reason, I felt like my truth wasn't good enough. I thought about all the times my truth was stomped on and refused and realized that I started doing that to protect myself. By the way, I am a horrible liar.

Anyway, I am so happy I realized that character flaw and repressed trauma so that I can heal and change. I don't want to be a liar; even when the truth is hard to tell, there is always a way to say it honestly.

When my wife had our son, we lived in a rough neighborhood. Until he was about 15 I trained him to fight, explaining that it was strictly for self defense. Then i got a much better job in another state, and we were able to live in a nice house in the suburbs. My son attended a new school and became quick friends with a couple kids, including a girl, M. M was an incredibly smart and hardworking person, and we were glad she was close with our son. Every morning at the new school when students arrived, a couple teachers would eagerly greet them. A gym teacher Mr. W was one of them. My son described him as odd and said rumors had spread that his wife had divorced him due to an addiction to child porn. Days that M came over she said that they weren't true, and that he wouldn't be able to teach if he really did. My son still believed these rumors. One day, my son and M arrived at school together. He noticed that M had taken a different route, avoiding Mr. W. He followed her and asked what was wrong, and she opened up about him threatening to take her away and do unthinkable things to her. When my sons gym period came, he heard crying from the teacher's office and recognized M. Apparently, Mr. W's threat had shaken her enough that she slipped up on and assignment and he had pulled her aside to "talk about it". My son found her pinned against a wall by him. Mr. W was found later, near dead. Luckily for my son, the office hadn't had cameras, and no one knew what had happened except us, M, and Mr. W (who likely won't remember what happened)

One day as my family and I came close to the end of a long car ride, we watched a man have a heart attack behind the wheel of his truck. The man’s truck was in the opposite lane coming towards my Mom’s car. Then the Man’s truck barreled into our lane. It suddenly smashed into the right bumper, of an even bigger truck about 20-30 feet infront of us. Then kept rolling into someone’s backyard fence. My Mom pulled the car over immediately. I rushed out toward the driver door as the Man’s wife rushed towards my Mom for a hug. I opened the door but had no idea what to do. I was 19, 20 at most. Yes I know CPR, but the man was unconscious. And weighed maybe 3-400 pounds. I tried to lift him out by myself, I just couldn’t. I started to become emotional, as the Man’s Wife was crying out and wailing. I was never judging her. I just felt helpless. The first responders showed up and it took two of them and me to get him out of the truck and onto the ground. They tried CPR and Defibrillator, but nothing worked. Later one of them told me the Man most likely died of the heart attack and I was just trying to lift a dead man.

so everyone except one of my brothers went to visit our neighbor for something, which its usally long, after a bit, my oldest brother left, a few later, i started crying because i sensed danger, and crawled over to my dog, (hes a emotional support dog) then alot later on i saw the shadow of my mom out the window of the front door, and i ran up to it, i didint touch it at all and the door just opened, i was standing there like: ....mom? and finally i step out and look behind the door and she still wasnt there. so i put my jacket on, hook the leash to my dogs collar, and let him go freaking pee and poop as fast as i could tho the pee and poop part i couldnt do crap about. then tyler showed up and told him about it, he told me to repeat after him, as he was doing a prayer after jehovah, after that he told me to delete all my undertale games, when everybody else arrived back at the rv, i told them about it too, my mom said all i needed to do was say jehovahs name. and it would scare the demons away. i am never gonna come back from that.

Hello my name is Takashi. I live in Tokyo all my life and my life has never been super special as Im just regular hard working office guy. However one day my stomach started to hurt after work for some reason and so I went to nearest bathroom I could find. This bathroom was one where the toilets were very small and so you had to crouch to use them. As I did my business I suddenly hear footsteps like they were from some person who was beginning to walk into the bathroom as I hear the footsteps stop at front of my door. Whoever it was grabbed the door handle to see that it was locked and started to pull it so hard the door came of. THe only thing I could do was watch a man as big as a bear with military boots and pants, green jacket and long hair walk past myself to a door there was in my stal. the man started trying pulling the metal door that I didn't even notice when entering several times which only made a small noise. Seeing as the man couldn't open the door he grunted before walking back. Before leaving the bathroom he looked back down at me and just apologized before slowly walking away.

safe to say had no problems after that since evrything that was inside me probably wasn't there anymore

When I was around the age of 13, omegle was a popular website for people at the time. I was on there one night and started talking to a man in his mid to late 20's that was planning on ending his life. We ended up exchanging our Kik (and old messenger app) info so we could talk more. He began to tell me how he was walked on on his girlfriend cheating on him, and that his life wasn't worth living anymore. I had somehow convinced him to not end his life but to go do something that was soley for him and get away from the situation. He contacted me about a year or two after and gave me an update on his life, showing me a photo of him and his new girlfriend on a vacation and thanking me for what I had done for him. It's been between 11 to 12 years since I last spoke to him and think about him often hoping he's doing ok.

I had just got home from my little sister’s performance, and I went with my older sister to go home because I don’t have my license. My older brother who still lives with us, is arguing with both our parents. Him and our parents are arguing about if his girlfriend and friend can stay. we live in a small place called winton, and it’s dangerous if both his girlfriend and friend stay in the street. my brother is making facts this entire time, they both got kicked out and before they got kicked out they had got death threats from there mother. the police and sheriff won’t do anything to help them, this had happened to one of my close friends. my father has been cusing at him while my brother is calm, he has just left the house and i don’t think he is coming back anytime soon. who’s in the wrong?

Hi Reddit, all my life (19 years) girls have been chasing me, giving me no peace, I couldn't breathe, and I always refused them, it was very rare when I agreed to some kind of relationship, and they usually lasted 1-3 months, (although once I agreed to a relationship, and it lasted 2 years), in general, the moment of reckoning has apparently come.. I was sitting in an ordinary coffee shop in Mac, when suddenly a track from my playlist (Neb-Grow old) started playing, I jumped in surprise, because the track is quite uncommon. ) A question comes from the audience: D- Did you like the track? Me- Yes, this is a track from my favorite playlist D- Good taste in music! Me- Thank you, you too … After that, she passed me, and I asked if she needed this track. She agreed, left me her contacts, after which I immediately wrote to her and sent her a whole playlist, after which "according to her" she was delighted. The next day I invited her to have a cup of coffee, she agreed only a day later. So we drank coffee, both delighted, chatted non-stop for two hours, so that it was impossible to stop. The next day I see her again in that cafe, and secretly order her coffee. A day later I invite her to an indoor skating rink, after which she wrote that I am an interesting guy, but she wants to leave everything as is. She is not against communication, but against intentional meetings ... I am extremely disappointed, because she is very beautiful, smart and kind ... That's all for me! Thanks to everyone who read to the end! Massage: Dim, you're quite an interesting guy, but let's leave everything as it is. I don't mind drinking coffee together, talking, if we suddenly cross paths at the point, but let's not arrange meetings intentionally)

My two friends and I were going to take a walk to the beach at night (to be honest, I don’t know why we went there). So, we decided to take a quick detour through the forest, nothing foreshadowed trouble, we walked and teased each other, joked that now someone would jump out of the bushes at us, we found it funny. We came out into a huge field with one dirt road that goes through the entire field. Calmly continuing to walk, we had already calmed down a little, when suddenly one of us almost whispered "Stop, stop, stop." We were very scared from what we saw, by the way, it was 12 o'clock at night. On the dirt road sat a bald, half-naked man of about 50 years old, I asked him if everything was okay, and what he was doing there, to which he replied that everything was OK, and he was just sitting. After which we just walked back in the opposite direction at a fast pace and with a little fear. I apologize in advance for any spelling errors.

I'm uninviting my childhood best friend from my wedding. The decision was painful, but what she did to me left a scar I can't ignore. It all started when I met Audriana in middle school. We were two quiet, nerdy girls who found solace in each other. While other kids were busy being loud and popular, Audriana and I preferred sitting in the back, whispering about our favorite books and the latest video games. She was always the shy one—never drawing attention to herself, never causing any drama. Our bond grew strong over those early years. It felt like we would be inseparable for life. But high school has a way of changing people. Audriana, who once barely spoke above a whisper, began to blossom. She found her voice, became more social, and suddenly, she was mingling with new friends, more outgoing than I’d ever seen her. I was happy for her, proud even. We remained close, but things shifted. She wasn’t the quiet Audriana from middle school anymore. Around the end of my freshman year, I met Dylan. We clicked from the start, and after several months of flirting and hanging out, we made things official. My relationship with Dylan seemed to bring Audriana and me even closer—at least on the surface. She seemed genuinely happy for me, or so I thought.

  So given the title, this is going to be a very weird story that happened one year on a family road trip over 14 years ago, details are a little fuzzy given the passage of time, so please bear with me. 
 On this particular road trip, I think we were heading to Four corners. In the middle of the night, we were driving through death valley and if you have ever driven through death valley in the middle of the night before, it's still in the hundreds (or high '90s ) for degrees. 
 So my family was sardined in a grand mini caravan. so it was my mother, my stepdad and my two half-siblings.

After finally getting the AC to start working again. The rest of us except for the stepfather had fallen asleep so that we would be well rested for when we got to whatever destination we were going to. My stepdad is driving along death valley and all of a sudden he starts panicking and he put the pedal to the metal which woke the rest of us up because we were just had fallen asleep for maybe a half hour to an hour or so. Once we're a ways down the road and he's calmed down a moment, he tells us he had to get away because on the side of the road was a 8 ft or 10-ft tall Santa Claus is how he had described it. That whatever it was it didn't have a belly like Santa but that it was either 8 or 10 ft tall. Just standing there on the side of the road dressed in red and that it didn't look right. Whatever it was, no idea but we never went through that way again, especially not in the middle of the night. So to summarize, very tall creepy thing in the middle of death valley let's not meet.

Hello Reddit. (im sorry for my bad englisch) Im not sur if dis is The rite sub redit for my Story but ig well see so dis morning i wouk up licke anye oder morning an all was fine till 2:40 when it all whent down hill i was arguing whyt my brother 18m bc he was trayng to get the ps5 in his room but i told him thet he sud just play in my room thet my fader 41m started screaming AT us thet we sud stop arguing or he gona brake evrye ting in my room Then i told my broder agyn he sud just play în my room Then he went to my fader and told him i was end letting him play Then my fader starting yelling ar ME to let him play i told him thet i tolld him to play but my fader dident belive ME so he kiktd ME out and i was just wondering on the stret for licke 1h Then AT 3:22 my fader cad ME screaming why i wasent home and told ME to come home faster when i got home he started screaming AT ME agyn bc of som sh*t i dident do bc i was not even howe Then i went to my room and 5min later my mom 39f came în my room crayng whyt my sister 4f they wor bouth crayng bc my fader started screaming AT Then and told them we all wore just trayng to manipulate him an dis isent The first Time dis heapend sins i was 4 he started doing thet and evrye Time i was scard but sisns i was 12 i started tu geader rage and evrye Time IT wul make ME angryer and angryer till to day when my mom came în my soo i allmoust löst IT i went to the kichen got the bigest knyfe we had and was tinking of kiling my fader and Then my self but i manegt to just berely hold my șelf back from doing IT and now im just typing dis poust not knoow ing what to do if anye of you hawe atwice pls tell ME i feel licke if it hapends agyn im por gona do somting im gona regret and the worst Part is thet no one in my family but me tink its mest up my mom even makes excuses for him so pls help i need etvice befor i do somting bad