James madison high school football

Apologies for the frequency at which this post is appearing, as I have yet to find what I am searching for. I don't believe my standards are excessively high, but perhaps I simply don't have enough time to communicate and would rather arrange a meeting if we seem to be a good match. In any case, let me share my story.
Once upon a time, there was a tall, nerd, and not-much attractive guy pero pwede na who woke up one morning, looked at the sky, and thought, "Well, this sucks." He knew there was only one solution - to turn to the all-knowing oracle of modern dating: T̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ Reddit lol.
With his trusty cup of coffee in hand, he set out to find someone who shared his thirst for knowledge, someone who could keep up with his nerdy quirks, and someone who he could eventually take on 'friendly' dates (whatever that means). He wasn't in a rush to jump into anything too serious too soon, but he knew that someday, he wanted to find someone he could build a meaningful and caring relationship with.
So if you're a fellow lover of coffee, learning, and all things nerdy, this tall drink of water might just be the partner in crime you've been looking for. Dating at times feel like a job hunt doesn't it? So I thought it’d be fun to write it in a mock format just like a resume! LOL

About me

An old soul as older people I spoke with would say, into business and investments, frustrated law student, can drive a fucking 10 wheeler truck (sarcasm towards people looking for someone with wheels), no ex issues or sabit, can provide a certificate of no relationship (kahit wala naman talagang ganon haha).

• I'm 5'10", medium built if that matters, resides in quezon city. I would say that I'm not that much attractive but would consider myself very hygienic.
  
• I'm an INTJ, Aries, if you’re into MBTI and believes in horoscope.
  
• Loves to read self-help books as I love to learn and motivate myself along the way.
  
• I'm the kind of person who doesn't follow the herd blindly, even if it means standing alone in a field of conformity. My principles are like a compass, always pointing me in the right direction, even if it's not the most popular route. In short, I'm not afraid to swim against the current, as long as it's in line with my beliefs.
  
• You could say that my communication style is like a triple-layered cake: serious, meaningful, and sprinkled with a healthy dose of humor. Sure, I may come off as awkward at times, but that's just my way of keeping things interesting. After all, who wants a bland and flavorless conversation when you can have a deliciously complex one? So, if you're looking for someone who can engage in a thoughtful discussion, crack a few jokes, and still leave you with something to ponder, then look no further.
  
• I'm what you might call a clean freak with a creative streak. As someone who's a bit OC (okay, maybe more than a bit), I can't stand to see a messy or cluttered home. But don't worry, I'm not the type to wait around for someone else to do the dirty work. I take pride in noticing when something needs to be done and taking care of it without being asked - it's like a satisfying little victory every time. And when it comes to interior design and home decor, I'm practically a pro. I'm always on the hunt for the latest and greatest tools and gadgets to keep things looking fresh and stylish. So if you're looking for someone to spruce up your space and keep things sparkling clean, I'm your go-to guy.
  
• I'm not in the business of putting people down - unless we're talking about the volume on the stereo (badum-tss!). But seriously, I believe in treating others with kindness and respect, even when it's not the easiest thing to do. After all, life is hard enough without having to deal with someone else's negativity. So let's lift each other up instead of tearing each other down, shall we?
  
• I set feasible goals and actively pursue them.
  

Here's a list of my favorites:

Movies/Series	Music	Places	Activities	Books
Godfather	Radiohead	Paris (not yet)	Cycling	The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday
Sherlock	Eraserheads	Coffee Shops	Painting	How to Win Friends & Influence People
Castaway	Chicago	Cebu	Roadtrips	Meditations by Marcus Aurelius
Forrest Gump	Ebe Dancel	Japan	Diving	Start with Why by Simon Sinek
Homeland	Urbandub	Rome (not yet)	Piano	Atomic Habits by James Clear
Before Sunset	Frederic Chopin	Canada	Travelling	How to think like a Roman Emperor
The Office	Eminem	New York (not yet)	Cooking	Letters from Stoic
Big Bang Theory	Dr. Dre	Maldives (not yet)	Film & Photography	48 Laws of Power
Breaking Bad	Elton John	Marrakesh (not yet)	Badminton	The Intelligent Investor

Pros:

• Responsible (Good credit score, no debts, no criminal records, and self-reliant)
  
• Curious type of person, who's ready to listen and craves to learn a lot of things
  
• Doesn't do drugs and is not a heavy drinkealcoholic.
  
• Respects your views and accept healthy criticism.
  
• Actually appreciating the things you'll do for me, and showing it. If you cooked a big dinner, saying thank you is nice. Doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen is even nicer, and in my opinion, should be the norm. The cook doesn't clean. If someone does something for me, I'll show them that their effort was appreciated instead of just accepting their generosity and then running off back to whatever I'm doing.
  
• Accepts responsibility for one's own actions and does not try to blame everything or everyone else.
  
• Doesn’t play online and computer games
  

My preference:

• Someone who has a strong passion for accurate and comprehensive learning, maintains a normal BMI, and is beautiful and easy on the eyes - I believe that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes (no offense intended towards plus-size women!).
  
• High standards for what she wants and is not afraid to communicate it.
  
• Craves knowledge too. Love and isn't afraid to try new things
  
• Passionate and proud about something they've been working on/have done/are planning to do
  
• Confident about what they want but isn't in-your-face about it.
  

Let's take a break from stressing over the mundane and focus on the important stuff - like what will make us happy for the rest of our lives! Share your thoughts on how we can achieve that and let's get this happiness train moving! Oh, and if you're curious let’s exchange photos first!

So essentially I have decided that I want to switch out of my course (economics) into English literature. However, I didn’t realise I wanted to leave until after the date when your course is locked in or whatever so now I am kinda forced to continue my classes. One of which is a mandatory math class that I needed to do for one of my economics units. I am currently failing this unit and as I will not need this when I switch my course I have absolutely no motivation to really study, plus I feel like I don’t really learn much from the lectures and workshops so I doubt think that I’ll pass the exam anyway. The exam is on my 18th birthday and is at 9am. I have to commute to Uni and if I’m to arrive 30 minutes early I’d have to leave my home by 6:40 am just to get to the exam that I most likely won’t pass nor will need for next semester whilst missing out on enjoying my 18th birthday. (I know I could just have my birthday the next day, but if I can avoid the exam with all my other reasons it just adds to it). So I guess my question is what is the implications of missing an exam? I know in high school if you missed an exam they’d call your parents and there would be a whole meeting, would that happen at Uni? Would this effect anything else?

Hi,
I’ve had depression and anxiety my whole life and I’ve been doing all the steps to get better but there are parts that I feel are getting worse… I’m starting to lose hope…
A little TMI backstory- I had a pretty abusive childhood. I’m the middle child and at around the age of 6 my mother kinda in a way isolated me from my siblings and if I made friends she would find reasons for me to not be able to see them anymore. She was very mentally abusive and manipulative. I was sexually abused from my older sibling since I was 2-3 years old, later I found out my mother knew the whole time. My dad was never really around due to work, I saw him like twice a year (this started when I was around 6). He also cheated on my mom a lot, and my mom let us kids know… I was home schooled up till high school and when I started high school I was bullied. I was top of my class for a while, my mothers friends would always comment how pretty I was (my mother in front of me said I wasn’t that pretty). I could leave the house and be gone for about a week and my mother never noticed. When I was 22 I got married out of peer pressure because I grew up religious and it was what I was “suppose to do”…. I ended up getting divorced 10 months later after trying to leave multiple times and him saying he would change, he was also very abusive. We divorced because I tried unaliving myself and that was the turning point for him, he was cheating on me and blamed me for doing it even though he never wanted anything to do with me anyway… After a year in therapy back during covid and trying to build a relationship with my family my therapist basically told me to stop trying because they will never care about me and it took me a bit to come to terms with this but I knew she was right… so I left and it’s been 2 years of no contact with them…
I’ve been basically suicidal from a very young age, my mother basically said I was her “message from god” that her and my dad were meant to be together, their marriage was shit and I was growing up thinking “this is all my fault”. I got into a relationship two years ago and at first it was going good then some stuff happened and it’s made my depression, anxiety and suicidal ideation so much worse. I use to be able to kinda control it but now it feels so out of control. I’m taking medication and seeing a therapist weekly. I feel so lost and I’m so attached to my ex it’s making things worse. I had a bad anxiety attack yesterday and I cut myself up really bad, so this leads to my question….. does this get better? I feel like I’m getting worse…. I’m doing what I’m suppose to do but its still happening… I feel like not being with my ex is making it worse…. how do you stop? It’s like my brain has to have these things or idk what I’ll do… I feel so out of control…. Therapy helps but only do much and I do everything she tells me to and I still end up a bloody mess when it gets too bad….

Mine would either be my love for music, or being trans

Has anyone in here ever been mistaken for flirting when it’s basically your attitude? I literally get like it as I get a close bond with others (F31) and I was like it with my best friend in High School too (M23) As a Neurodiverget Bisexual (F24) I never really picked up on it until I’m either told and figure it out like a day or two later or maybe even a week. I got told today by a friendo who I see very Sunday, we met in October (F24) that I had a flirty attitude with her and now I’m not sure how to take it, as we talked about her going on a date tomorrow with another friend (F26) she asked if was interested in ‘dating someone’ and all that to which I said “I’m happy on my own right now” or something like that to which the (F24) friend said “Oh really?” And was curious about asking.
I don’t know if I’m overthinking this but I can’t really talk about this to anyone else and I’m not sure how to take it all in, suppose I don’t even know what I’m asking, I just feel the need to get this off my chest. Please also bare in mind I’ve never had this happen before either so you y’know first experience and all that.

There are a couple of schools I’m considering applying to that have a very high ratio of women to men, such as Pratt (around 70% women) and RISD (about 65% women). I was wondering if this would affect my chances of being accepted, since the application pool is mostly girls and they’d have to accept a certain portion of guys.

Has anyone in here ever been mistaken for flirting when it’s basically your attitude? I literally get like it as I get a close bond with others (F31) and I was like it with my best friend in High School too (M23) As a Neurodiverget Bisexual (F24) I never really picked up on it until I’m either told and figure it out like a day or two later or maybe even a week. I got told today by a friendo who I see very Sunday, we met in October (F24) that I had a flirty attitude with her and now I’m not sure how to take it, as we talked about her going on a date tomorrow with another friend (F26) she asked if was interested in ‘dating someone’ and all that to which I said “I’m happy on my own right now” or something like that to which the (F24) friend said “Oh really?” And was curious about asking.
I don’t know if I’m overthinking this but I can’t really talk about this to anyone else and I’m not sure how to take it all in, suppose I don’t even know what I’m asking, I just feel the need to get this off my chest. Please also bare in mind I’ve never had this happen before either so you y’know first experience and all that.

I just want to make this clear before you read my post, this post is 100% just a rant. Advice would be appreciated but everything I am about to talk about happened many years ago so it won’t really effect me much today. I’m not sure if this had anything to do with the fact that I am autistic or not, but I personally, have always struggled with making and keeping friendships. I found it especially hard in high school. For a bit of background, I had the same set of friends all throughout primary school, the only problem was that all my friends were boys and I was going to an all girls high school. When the first day of high school came, I was left stood outside the school gates, not knowing a single person there, while all my best friends for the past seven years of my life were all going to the same school together and it was at that school on the first day, that they decided to cut me out of our friendship group entirely. I still don’t know why they did this, all I know is that when I got back home from my first day of high school, all of their numbers had blocked me and I haven’t spoken to them since. When I got into my school, I was directed to the hall, where we all had to sit in circles with our form groups. I was pretty late getting into school so when I got in there were only two spots left. They were right next to each other so I picked one and sat down. A minute or two later, the last person in my new from came in and sat next to me. We will call them K. They were the only person left on the list so when they arrived, the greeting assembly began. At the end of the assembly our new headmistress told us to turn to the person next to us and find out 3 interesting facts about them. Me and K looked at each other and immediately hit it off. We were best friends in no time. I even remember the 3 facts we said to each other and just about every conversation we had that day as if it was yesterday. After about 3-4 weeks of term, I caught a really bad case of the flew and had to stay off school for a week. When I got back, on my first day I was pulled out of form time by my head of year and told that there was a girl in my class (R) who was really struggling to make friends because she had ( self diagnosed) selective mutism, turret’s, autism, OCD, ADHD, dyslexia, anxiety and a whole host of other disorders. My head of year told me that while I was gone she had told K to try and befriend R and that she had changed the seating plans in all our lessons so that K and R were sat together but I was left all on my own. Before she sent me back to form I was told that is I wanted to continue being friends with K that I would have to make every effort to make R feel welcome. I was a bit angry with my head of year for springing this on me so suddenly but I decided to do as she said and try to be friends with R. It only took me about a week to realise that would not be an easy task. For the first month, R didn’t say a word to me. I tried so hard to include them and make them feel like they belonged but it was no use. R had clearly decided long before even meeting me that I was their enemy. About two month in, I though things would get better as time went along, but in reality it only got worse. They would physically beat me up before school every day, and once we got into school they would constantly be calling me names, shouting at me, and blaming me for just about everything that ever went wrong in their life. I also learned that all their disorders were fake. The only one that R actually suffered from was Anxiety. All the others were fake so that R didn’t have to participate as much in lessons. I hated every second of being friends with R. I told my head of year what was happening and she arranged a meeting with me her and my mother to discuss it. When I got into the meeting, it was basically my teacher going on a 20 minute rant about how in her words “ R had a tough time in primary school, and now that R is friends with K they are finally happy. It would be very selfish of you to take that away from R so if you feel that you absolutely must stay friends with K then you can at least give R the benefit of the doubt and cut them some slack. Personally though, I don’t understand why you can’t just go find some new friends and let R be happy for once. If I were you I would just never talk to K again and go be friends with someone else. It’s not that hard to make a different friend.” By the end of the meeting I knew that my teachers weren’t going to help me so I decided to keep trying to get on R’s good side. I was in a theatre group at the time and we were about to put on a big production that I was really exited for. I was constantly talking about it to R and K for about a week straight and they bother said that they had tickets and were coming to see me perform. However, when the big day finally rolled around, K was in the front row with their whole extended family cheating me on, but R was nowhere to be seen. It was my birthday a few days later and my mother decided to take me, K and R out for a birthday meal. While we were at the restaurant, my mother got a notification on their phone. It was my drama teacher telling my mother that our play had been featured in an arrival in our local newspaper. My mother then showed me K and R the pictures and R immediately got very angry with me. For the rest of the day they didn’t eat or drink anything, they didn’t talk to anyone and they just stood there and stared at the ground. We went to bed and when I woke up the next day to R screaming at me and calling me the worst friend in the world and saying that I was favouring K over them and saying that I had hated them and been nothing but hostile to them since the second we met. This obviously hurt my feelings a lot and being only 11 and autistic, I didn’t handle it very well. I ran out into the back garden crying. I watched as my mother made K and R lunch and watched as R told my mother that “ I just started shouting at them for no reason and that I was being really mean for no reason” My mother apologised for my “ bad behaviour” and served K and R my favourite meal. After a while my mother came outside to shout at me for being a bad friend to R, but when I told my mother what really happened she finally believed me. She sent R and K home and apologised for not doing anything sooner. When I went back to school on Monday, R went off on me. Apparently, R had heard me tell my mother about all the horrible things that R had been doing to me and told me never to talk to them or K ever again. This post is getting really long already and I’m barely even half way through, so I’ll end it here and if it gets a lot of attention and you want an update, I’ll post it but until then, good bye and thanks for watching.

I don't really know where to start either, so I guess I'll start by saying I am a survivor.
Through no one's fault that lived in the house I grew up in, our childhood was very difficult. It was chaotic, turbulent, and often we had no running water. Our Parents split up when I was very young and there were periods of time where my father was simply not in the picture and my mother was more often than not in her room, so my siblings and I mostly managed that time on our own. When my mother pulled herself together and managed to raise us mostly alone, she attended college and earned her degree, becoming a special education teacher. As you can imagine, raising 4 kids on a teacher's salary, one with with severe disabilities, was incredibly hard for her to do. While my father did pay child support, he didn't make anywhere near enough to really help and his contributions was hardly enough to buy food for a month. Although I'm incredibly proud of my mother for working so hard to earn her degree, it was simultaneously the best and worse thing that could have happened to us. We had been receiving help from our state for my special needs sibling, and with her new job, we lost all the aid we had been getting for him and insurance refused to cover anything we had for him before the change. Things went downhill the years that followed and without going too deep into the details, cps was involved as the situation was becoming too dangerous for us all and my sibling was taken as a ward of the state. My father at that point has cleaned himself up and had been much more involved in our lives, but very early into my teen years he had to move away from us to find more work, and my relationship with my mother had become sour due to our resentments toward each other, so by the time I'd met him, I was desperate for any amount of love or attention.
I met him in while in a dark period of my life, my high school sweetheart, my ex-husband, he was my rock. I felt like he was the only person that held any interest in me, that would talk to me and listen to what I had to say, and he always knew how to make me feel better. But things didn't seem right to me, he would often talk badly of my family, but I was so angry and hurt at the time, I'm sure I didn't paint them in the best light so I didn't think anything of it. He would want me to do things with him, even when I was uncomfortable or tried to refuse, but I'd always give in eventually because I was afraid to lose him. He'd make comments about my body and make me feel like I was unworthy because of my body hair and my shape and I thought I was ugly. He'd broken up with me at one point without any explanation and only tried to date me again after I'd started dating someone else. When we did get back together, I tried even harder to keep him, and that's when I should have known what was actually happening. His comments came up more, he was more aggressive about what he wanted, and while at that point he had never hit me, he made me sleep with him when I said I couldn't do that/didn't want to. But I stayed because I didn't think anyone else loved me and I didn't know that what he was doing was wrong. My parents and I never talked about that kind of thing and my parents were single for most of my life up up until that point, and I didn't have step parents until I was in my late teens, so I didn't know that my experience was not normal in a healthy relationship.
As we grew older and graduated from high school I discovered that he had tried dating a girl I was close with and she warned me what he said and did so I broke up with him and started college on my own, only to learn we had the same psychology class and he pulled me back in. I wasn't doing well in school and tensions between my mother and I had only gotten worse, so when his parents offered for me to move in with them, I jumped at the opportunity. The only rule being I had to go to school or at least be working, which I followed, but at that point he had quit school and was constantly either quitting jobs or just stopped going altogether, and started volunteering at a VFD, so I felt obligated to earn an income for us in order to stay so I quit school and stated working. I was never allowed to see our bank details, I was never given the login nor would he let me see the account so I never knew where the money was going, but I didn't complain because I had food, running water, clothes, and a roof over my head and that was enough for me. I know that it paid for the car insurance for his vehicle, and an awful lot of subway, but I don't know what else he spent the money on. Eventually I needed dental care, which my family and I had not been able to get much of, and he needed access to mental health services and my income was not enough to cover either of those so I married him and I joined the military as I felt I didn't have any other options. He was ecstatic, but my family took the news hard and it only caused more discourse.
After joining, things did not improve. I remember finishing up bootcamp and being so excited with how much money I would be earning, I thought we'd never have to worry about it again, and I was so happy to be able to provide for him in ways that I had not been able to before. I would be earning a free education, getting health care, and eventually maybe I could raise a family like I always wanted, but felt was out of reach for me. It was only after I graduated that I learned he spent everything. He only returned some items he had bought because one of my siblings found out and made him give some back. After the graduation he wanted to move to where I was training for my job, so he drove up with all our things and stayed in a hotel room close to base. As you can imagine, that was also very expensive. We eventually got housing, but we had almost nothing when we moved in. He got a job on base and would watch all the women as they did PT, would drink every night at home, and things only got more turbulent the longer we lived on our own. Eventually he quit his job and would drink all day and get upset with me when I'd come home from work because I was too tired to do much and I was struggling to keep up in training so I was studying late at the school house almost everyday.
Eventually our relationship broke down after I had made a horrifying discovery, something so terrible that I couldn't even look past it. At that point I had made up my mind that the marriage was over, I couldn't be with him anymore, and I left to stay with a friend for a few days. During this time I had made a terrible mistake and cheated on my ex-husband. Not because I wanted revenge, but because I wanted someone to care about me, even if it was for the wrong reasons, but it only solidified my decision. After building up the courage to go home and tell him everything, the cheating, that what he was doing was wrong, and that I couldn't take it anymore and that I wanted a divorce. I didn't even get a chance to tell him before he told me if I ever left him like that or ever tried to end the relationship he 'would be upstairs with a gun in his mouth'. He had never threated himself or others before this so I believed him and I ended up staying and keeping everything a secret out of fear of what he would do. I took apart the gun he bought with the money I had earned and hid them in different parts of the house to keep him from killing himself and I told him he needed to stop drinking, seek therapy, and either get a job or work on school/trade school, and I would seek therapy for myself. I asked for marriage counseling, but he refused and said he'd do therapy on his own. He only went to a few sessions before quitting. I went to receive services on base for my marital issues and as I started talking to a counselor, she made it very clear to me that what he was doing was abuse and she would not allow me to leave the building unless I filed some kind of report on him, and me not clearly understanding how reporting worked in the military entirely, panicked and filled a closed report on him so at least there was a paper trail. I never went back because I was in denial about the abuse and I did not think I was a victim, if anything I felt as guilty as him.
As my career progressed, things did settle down for awhile. I had finished up school and at that point we had moved to my first duty station, he was still drinking, but not as often and did start working again part time and I had started becoming more relaxed. I met the division I would be working with and I loved them all. They were the first real experience I had ever had with stability and it was something I needed. I became more of a workaholic, volunteering to stay later to accomplish more tasks as we were shorthanded and I wanted to be more helpful to the division. Things had been going well for the most part, but I was still deep in denial about things he was doing. He had taken out credit cards without telling me and even took one out in my name without me knowing, I only found out after they called me to apologize for the card being late and that it was on the way. I was so shocked I didn't correct her and he maxed out all the cards. I still had no access to the account, but at this point I could text the bank to get the balance, but still didn't know where the money was going. He started to be more aggressive about intimacy and demanding more and more of me, and there were times where I'd wake up to him touching me or he would just wake me up for sex so I wasn't able to sleep much and I was tired all the time. I didn't say anything or try to stop him anymore because I felt like I deserved it for what I had done, and it was easier to give him what he wanted than to try to fight him or make him stop. I was afraid of what would happen if I ever said no.
After this point in time, we finally had an idea of when I was to be deployed and things began to ramp up. I was away from home more often, but it was still several months away from deployment and with the holidays coming up, we decided to go big that year and make thanksgiving dinner. A few days after thanksgiving, I wasn't feeling well and was experiencing abdominal pain, but with my PCOS symptoms I just figured my cycle was coming and was hitting me harder than usual, but he recognized that something was wrong and made me go to the hospital and I had emergency surgery for my appendix. I remember him wanting to take a picture of my stomach because 'I would never look the same again', all I could think about before that was how scared I was of the surgery and how long it would take for me to go back to work, but after that it made me feel even more ugly as it was one of the only things he ever really said he liked about me and I felt vain for worrying about the scars. The surgery didn't go as planned, and instead of the small incisions I was told I would have, I woke up to a massive scar right down the center on my abdomen. My appendix had been too close to bursting and they had to make a larger opening to remove it, and all I could remember was the blinding pain as they wheeled me back to my room where I was left alone with him. I did not receive any pain medication for several hours after and it was the worst pain I'd ever experienced in my life. When they finally did give me something, it wasn't enough and I was put on Dilaudid to manage my pain. The second night of my week long stay, my husband was lying in bed with me and asked me for sex. I was in so much pain, all I could think about was how horrible I felt, and I said no to him for the first time in nearly two years. That I needed to get better first and I didn't think I could handle it with the pain I was in, but he kept touching me and begging, saying the Dilaudid would keep me from being in too much pain and I felt so scared that I said yes because every time before I had said no he took what he wanted anyway and I was afraid that he would hurt me. All I can remember doing was looking out the window and the night, watching the cars drive away on the the highway and the cars leaving the parking lot and as he pulled up my gown, and I pushed the button for more medicine, but it wasn't enough to stop the pain. I remember the visitors I had after, I remember my division getting me flowers and a get well soon card with so many kind words that I kept all this time and all I could do was push the button for more medicine, but it still hurt so much. I had to walk after and every day to keep clots from forming and to start recovering, but my pain never diminished and I was discharged from the hospital.
In the months that followed my pain changed and seemed like it was spreading, but it never stopped hurting, sometimes it wouldn't be so bad, but others were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. He was still asking for sex and other favors, but with less frequency as he seemed more frustrated that I couldn't preform. Every time I had to, I was in so much pain I could not function at home or at work and it affected me very deeply. We tried getting help for my pain and to try and figure out what was going on, but all the doctors I saw accused me of drug seeking behaviors and wouldn't offer me any help or send me to someone who could help me. It got so bad that I started begging them for help and begging them not to give me anything until we knew what was wrong, all the while deployment was fast approaching and I was afraid that I would either miss the deployment, or that I would go, but still not know what was wrong and drag my division down. I became very depressed and started drinking as we made more appointments. I remember the 3rd or 4th time they sent me to gyno for my issues I had become so frustrated and angry that I laid everything out with the doctor, every single little thing I could think of I told them (all with the exception of my ex husbands treatment) and she didn't ask me any questions, she didn't ask me about the details of my many symptoms at this point, or try to understand how I was feeling. She instead asked me how my relationship was with my father was. All the while he was sitting in the room with us, the real cause to all my pain in aguish, just casually listening in, waiting to complain how I wasn't having enough sex with him as he did in most of the appointments and I became enraged. I defended my father, and I put my uniform back on and said I'd like to speak with another doctor and asked her directly how to file a report, not against my ex, but her for saying something so horrible about my Dad, the only man in my life I loved more than any other in the world. After I left I called to make another appointment as I couldn't see anyone else that day.
When I was finally sent to pain management, deployment was two months away and I was terrified. I wanted to go so badly because it meant I could get away from him, I could finally leave him and he would never be able to reach me so long as I was on the ship and safe with my division, but nothing worked out the way I had hoped for. I was told it was Fibromyalgia. That this condition was life long and there was no cure, that I'd not only be removed from the ship, but that I'd have to leave the military all together. I was devastated, and the little patience he did give me while we tried to get a diagnosis quickly disappeared. I was put on several different medications to manage my symptoms, but he continued to make me have sex, even when we were told not to so I could have a chance to let my body recover, and things got worse the more I pushed back. The medication was meant to help me sleep because my pain could be better managed if I slept better, but he would wake me up at night and hurt me, and it never stopped. One night, when I was on Ambien, I had gone to bed and I remember falling asleep next to him, but I woke up to him on top of me, inside me, it hurt so much and I was in so much pain and it was so dark I didn't recognize him. I tired to fight him off me, but the medicine was so strong I couldn't stop him and he pinned my arms down. I couldn't stop crying and he finally stopped. I can't remember if he finished or not because I fell back asleep crying and flaring up. He continued this kind of behavior for the months that followed and although he never went that far again, he did continue to make me have sex and continued to hurt me in my sleep to the point of waking me up, claiming he loved me too much to stop. I didn't feel safe enough to take Ambein anymore and eventually stopped it all together, I didn't sleep for 4 days after that. All of this was happening as I was removed from the ship and placed on limited duty orders to await my medical board, placed in therapy, physical therapy, and many other appointments and medication changes to try to get my symptoms under control, but things became harder for me to manage and my drinking only got worse. When I finally escaped him, with the help of my now husband, I stopped all treatments and medications to manage my symptoms. To this day I cannot bring myself to be in a hospital, doctor's office, or take anything other than the things I took as a teen because I know how they work and that I can defend myself when I take them.
I can't bring myself to write anymore tonight, but there were so many things that happened that it's too much for me to write it all down and while I know he did many terrible things, I also was not innocent and I broke my vows. I will never defend myself for cheating, I know it was wrong and to this day I punish myself for it, but I do not regret finally learning that sex was not something you take from someone you love, that it was not something that is forced on you, it's not supposed to hurt you. Rape is not a consequence for cheating, you might destroy your marriage, you might end a relationship or somehow work it all out and stay together, but you do not deserve to go through that even when you make such a terrible mistake. If they can do so many awful things and you stay with them, forgive them, and still try to make it work, why give them so much grace and not give yourself even the smallest amount? You are a human being who is deserving of love and dignity, you do not deserve abuse. If anyone reads this please know that if you feel alone, if you're in this situation still, know that I love you and that when you are free, things will get so much better for you I promise. You are worthy of love and your deserve better.

Here are my top 10 picks in each year of 1991 to 1998
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1989:

1. Alex Kidd in the Enchanted Castle
2. The Revenge of Shinobi
3. Golden Axe (Sega Genesis)
4. Ghouls 'n Ghosts (Sega Genesis)
5. Altered Beast (Sega Genesis)
6. Super Thunder Blade
7. Super Hang-On
8. Forgotten Worlds (Sega Genesis)
9. Thunder Force II
10. Space Harrier II

HM: Rambo III (Sega Genesis)
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1990:

1. Columns
2. Castle of Illusion Starring Mickey Mouse
3. Strider (Sega Genesis)
4. John Madden Football (1990; Sega Genesis)
5. Lakers versus Celtics and the NBA Playoffs (Sega Genesis)
6. Michael Jackson's Moonwalker (Sega Genesis)
7. Joe Montana Football
8. Thunder Force III
9. ESWAT: City Under Siege
10. Phantasy Star II

HM: James "Buster" Douglas Knockout Boxing, Dynamite Duke (Sega Genesis), Gaiares, After Burner II, Herzog Zwei, Pat Riley Basketball, and Ghostbusters
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1991:

1. Sonic the Hedgehog
2. Streets of Rage
3. Gain Ground
4. Flicky
5. John Madden Football '92
6. Road Rash (Sega Genesis)
7. Phantasy Star III: Generations of Doom
8. Spider-Man vs. The Kingpin (Sega Genesis)
9. NHL Hockey (Sega Genesis)
10. Out Run

HM: Ms. Pac-Man (Sega Genesis), Mercs (Sega Genesis), Quackshot starring Donald Duck, Shadow Dancer: The Secret of Shinobi, Alien Storm (Sega Genesis), Street Smart (Sega Genesis), Batman: The Video Game, El Viento, Joe Montana II: Sports Talk Football, Turrican (Sega Genesis), Dino Land, Arcus Odyssey (Sega Genesis), Vapor Trail: Hyper Offence Formation (Sega Genesis), Marvel Land (Sega Genesis), Shadow of the Beast (Sega Genesis), Air Buster (Sega Genesis), and Valis III
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1992:

1. Sonic the Hedgehog 2
2. Streets of Rage 2
3. Ecco the Dolphin
4. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Hyperstone Heist
5. John Madden NFL '93
6. Kid Chameleon
7. World of Illusion Starring Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck
8. Bulls vs Lakers and the NBA Playoffs
9. Road Rash II
10. NHLPA Hockey '93 (Sega Genesis)

HM: Evander Holyfield's "Real Deal" Boxing, Golden Axe II, Team USA Basketball (Sega Genesis), Taz-Mania (Sega Genesis), Splatterhouse 2, Greendog: The Beached Surfer Dude, Atomic Runner (Sega Genesis), Sunset Riders (Sega Genesis), Sol-Feace (Sega Genesis), Chuck Rock (Sega Genesis), Steel Empire, WWF Super WrestleMania (Sega Genesis), Toki (Sega Genesis), Alien 3 (Sega Genesis),Batman Return (Sega Genesis), Captain America and The Avengers (Sega Genesis), and Chase H.Q. II
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1993:

1. Gunstar Heroes
2. Disney's Aladdin (Sega Genesis)
3. Shinobi III: Return of the Ninja Master
4. Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine
5. Tiny Toon Adventures: Buster's Hidden Treasure
6. Sonic Spinball
7. Madden NFL '94 (Sega Genesis)
8. Mortal Kombat (Sega Genesis)
9. NHL '94 (Sega Genesis)
10. Rocket Knight Adventures

HM: Street Fighter II': Special Champion Edition, Shining Force, Mutant League Football, Splatterhouse 3, Jungle Strike (Sega Genesis), Greatest Heavyweights, Zombies Ate My Neighbors (Sega Genesis), X-Men (Sega Genesis), ToeJam & Earl in Panic on Funkotron, Jurassic Park (Sega Genesis), Paperboy 2 (Sega Genesis), Barkley Shut Up and Jam! (Sega Genesis), The Flintstones (1993; Sega Genesis), Landstalker: The Treasures of King Nole, OutRun 2019, Cyborg Justice, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Tournament Fighters (Sega Genesis), WWF Royal Rumble (Sega Genesis), Pink Goes to Hollywood (Sega Genesis), Spider-Man and the X-Men in Arcade's Revenge (Sega Genesis), and Bulls vs. Blazers and the NBA Playoffs (Sega Genesis)
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1994:

1. Sonic the Hedgehog 3
2. Sonic & Knuckles
3. Mortal Kombat II (Sega Genesis)
4. Castlevania: Bloodlines
5. Contra: Hard Corps
6. Madden NFL '95 (Sega Genesis)
7. NBA Jam (Sega Genesis)
8. Virtua Racing (Sega Genesis)
9. Shining Force II
10. Super Street Fighter II (Sega Genesis)

HM: Streets of Rage 3, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (Sega Genesis), Dynamite Headdy, World Series Baseball (Sega Genesis), Tiny Toon Adventures: Acme All-Stars, Mutant League Hockey, NHL '95 (Sega Genesis), The Jungle Book (Sega Genesis), NBA Live '95 (Sega Genesis), Sparkster: Rocket Knight Adventures 2 (Sega Genesis), Spider-Man and Venom: Maximum Carnage (Sega Genesis), Joe & Mac (Sega Genesis), The Death and Return of Superman (Sega Genesis), Saturday Night Slammasters (Sega Genesis), Disney's The Lion King (Sega Genesis), Mega Turrican, Beavis and Butt-Head (Sega Genesis), RoboCop Versus The Terminator (Sega Genesis), Shadowrun (Sega Genesis), Double Dribble: The Playoff Edition, WWF Raw (Sega Genesis), Skitchin, Taz in Escape from Mars, Sylvester and Tweety in Cagey Capers, Jurassic Park: Rampage Edition, Disney's Bonkers (Sega Genesis), and Animaniacs (Sega Genesis)
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1995:

1. Comix Zone
2. Vectorman
3. X-Men 2: Clone Wars
4. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie (Sega Genesis)
5. Ristar
6. Madden NFL '96 (Sega Genesis)
7. NBA Jam: Tournament Edition (Sega Genesis)
8. Phantasy Star IV: The End of the Millennium
9. NBA Live '96 (Sega Genesis)
10. NHL '96 (Sega Genesis),

HM: Demolition Man (Sega Genesis), The Adventures of Batman & Robin (Sega Genesis), The Ooze, The Punisher (Sega Genesis), Road Rash 3, VR Troopers, The Great Circus Mystery Starring Mickey & Minnie (Sega Genesis), Scooby-Doo Mystery (Sega Genesis), Earthworm Jim 2 (Sega Genesis), Beyond Oasis, Venom/Spider-Man: Separation Anxiety (Sega Genesis), Alien Soldier, Golden Axe III, Pulseman, Mega Man: The Wily Wars, WWF WrestleMania: The Arcade Game (Sega Genesis), Disney's Toy Story (Sega Genesis), Garfield: Caught in the Act, Crusader of Centy, and Primal Rage (Sega Genesis)
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1996-1998:

1. Sonic 3D Blast
2. Vectorman 2
3. Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3 (Sega Genesis)
4. Virtua Fighter 2 (Sega Genesis)
5. NFL Prime Time '98
6. World Series Baseball '98
7. The Lost World: Jurassic Park
8. NBA Hangtime (Sega Genesis)
9. Bugs Bunny in Double Trouble
10. College Slam (Sega Genesis)

HM: Williams Arcade's Greatest Hits (Sega Genesis), Disney's Pocahontas, Madden NFL '97 (Sega Genesis), NBA Live '97 (Sega Genesis), NBA Live '98 (Sega Genesis), Madden NFL '98 (Sega Genesis), and Disney's Pinocchio

Hi um, this is sorta a rant and also seeking second and third opinions on an issue that has had more of a negative impact on me than I thought it would...
(Some context)... I have made a few posts asking for help on how to do some stuff in my class and I have found actual help here on this subreddit. However this is different. I'm not asking for advice, I'm asking for blunt opinions.
I would have liked to start from last year... but I guess we all don't have time. Anyway, This academic year started rough; There's a restructuring of the academic calendar and that means we have shorter terms... That's besidesl the point. If it's taking too long for me to get to it already, I'm sorry buh, let me take my time.
I'm not in The Americas or Europe. I'm in Ghana, Africa. Our education system might be a little different from most of yours but, generally there's not much difference.
I have tried my all to make my class (grade two) separate from all others. My class is special, not because I'm saying so, but because many say so .
(I'm going straight to the point now, I promise) Okay, so this is all about the stuff I teach and assignments I give to my kids to send home.
I teach what I am given (scheme of work is what we call it, based on the syllabus) but in the way that I find best. Because I am the class teacher, and that is what class teachers do.
I am a really young guy, as young as I can legally be. And I'm really passionate about what I do because I know I am building the foundation of our future generation and I'm really careful about how I go about teaching.
I created a parents and teacher forum (the first of its kind in my school) on WhatsApp, so I can have direct interaction with parents and relay any info to them. All was going smoothly until one one the 'learned' parents started questioning what I teach my kids.
At first, I didn't take it too seriously, because I did explain to them that I can not teach just whatever I want, and I go by the curriculum (bla, bla, bla).
This parent still would not budge. And soon enough, he got a few parents to back him up. But I wasn't worried at all. Because any complaints made to the management would be looked at and nullified, since it would be confirmed that I do not teach what I want to, but go by what I've been given.
The second issue was how I set my assignments for (or homework as we call it). I would like to say that, I consider myself an intellectual, whose actions are based on his own philosophy, created wholly by him or borrowed from others. I know I'm an intellectual, but I also know I do not and can not know everything about everything (it's not like I don't try). I have sacrificed many things to become who I am and I do not regret it one bit. So if I seem a little too condescending or full of myself, maybe that's why.
Or maybe it's because I'm angry cos I feel like something is being taken away from me...
Anyway, when I was appointed my current position last year, I decided on changing a few things, and that included the manner in which I give assignments. I used to give multiple choice questions as homework, but I changed that quickly and here's my reasoning:
Learning does not end in school. And as kids, they need to spend a greater part of their day learning. That doesn't mean they should not play (God forbid I say anything as such). Children literally need to play, spend time with their friends, watch TV and stuff. But I know for a fact that most of my kids do not learn at home. Most come to school, play, go home and play some more. So I decided that if parents would not work on that, then I would. After all, I have been getting complaints from many of these parents that their kids do not learn at home.
What I did was to give questions without options. Thus, for example;
COMPUTING Homework State the functions of the following

1. Monitor
2. Plotter
3. Television
4. Speaker
5. Projector

OR HISTORY Homework Answer the following correctly

1. Okomfo Anokye Sword Site is in what hospital?
   
2. The hospital is in what town?
   
3. What is planted in the ground?
   
4. Who planted the sword?
   
5. If the sword is pulled out, what would happen?
   

This (I thought) would maximise lesson periods in the house, since homework time would be the only time most of them would actually take a book. These kids can't read (I know) so the one who helped them with homeworks should sit them down, ask them questions and them guide them in writing the answers they (the kids) give. In this way, parents should be able to know the progress of their kids in lessons and whether or not they comprehend what is being taught them.
But apparently I thought wrong (at least that's how it seems). I don't know if the complaints started this term or not... But I didn't get any, and if the principal did, then he's not been telling me.
Parents are saying my homeworks are too difficult and even junior high schoolers can't find solutions to them. This made me very distraught cos what I thought was a service has turned into a disservice.
It hurt me deeply because I love my class and I try everything in my little power to do the best for them.
If you have anything to tell me, say it bluntly. For I am one who does not think that truth should be padded. I might not be able to answer immediately, but I will. And if you need any clarification, just ask.
As I said, this is a rant and I most definitely have left some things out...
Thank you very much.

Throwaway acct because I have friends on Reddit.
My fiancé and I were long distance for the first six months of our relationship. We grew up together in the same hometown. He was my high school crush so we were always friends for a long time. I felt really sure about him as we grew up together and for the most part have a great relationship. It’ll be a year together this July.
I have a child from a previous marriage and with our state custody agreement we’re 50/50 so neither can move out of state. After fighting for almost five years with my ex husband in court I’d rather not fight him again unless absolutely necessary.
Me and my fiancé started dating I made it very clear I cannot move back home. I said maybe I’m a few years when my son is older we can revisit the idea. I visit home once a year. I’m not big on the idea of moving back home but I know he’s homesick. I thought this issue was resolved months ago.
Last night we got in a fight with his finances. We’re trying to get our new place and I realized he is in a lot of credit card debt. I leave for work later That afternoon (I work in the nursing field) and I didn’t come back home until about midnight. I acknowledged him and got ready for bed as I was exhausted. He then threw a fit that I didn’t acknowledge all the hard work he did while I was at work (all the chores I asked him to do) I felt bad because I didn’t even go in the kitchen to notice, I went straight to the bedroom to try to sleep.
He then said he doesn’t know why he bothers, how he feels taken advantage of. I told him I’d rather talk in the morning as this isn’t the best time to have this conversation. He threw another fit that I’m being selfish and I fell asleep.
Wake up this morning and it’s all quiet. Then he goes “you lied to me” I turn over and ask what he meant by that. He said I made him believe we’d move back home at some point and how I manipulated him to come here, and how I lied to him because I made a comment four months ago how idk if I’ll ever want to move back home.
He then made comments how I was on my phone when I first woke up instead of giving him attention and how ugly that is.
I told him if this is the way he wants to communicate then he can fight with himself and I left the room.
I had no idea he was feeling this way. He said he didn’t want to sugarcoat it anymore to spare my feelings. (I never asked him to). He feels I manipulated him to move here and now he feels stuck.
How do I resolve the living situation with my fiancé so he doesn’t feel taken advantage of?
TLDR; fiancé is homesick and feels that I manipulated him to move to my state when I told him I couldn’t move per my custody agreement with my ex husband.

Hi there! I’m new here and happy to find a community of fellow toe walkers as I thought I was completely alone.
I’ve been a toe walker since birth. I am autistic, but it should be noted that my biological father was also a toe walker. I also have some minor scoliosis that’s never really been attended to.
When I was younger I went to physical therapy for it, using electroshock therapy and stretches but it didn’t help much.I was told that if it didn’t get corrected I would likely need surgery, but I was pulled from PT and surgery wasn’t discussed again.
In high school I was taken to a massage/pt therapy clinic that would forcibly work the calve muscles. I hated it. They would rub so hard that I would have bruises all over my legs that they would cover up with athletes tape. They had showed me some stretches and encouraged me to use a foam roller on my calves to try to get the muscle to lengthen.
I still try those things to this day but the pain is horrible, and I can only foam roll for a few seconds at a time.
I can stand flat footed and even occasionally try to get my heel to the ground when walking when I’m being mindful but it definitely is a strain and not something I can do for long periods of time.
It’s gotten to the point where I’m having trouble sleeping because my calves just ache and feel uncomfortable the entire night.
I’ve been wanting to go to the gym but I’m worried about doing anything heavy on leg day in case I injure myself because I’m not doing the movement with a flat foot.
I don’t even know what to do or where to go from here. I’m not even sure what type of doctor I should go to for this. Does anyone have any advice? I just don’t want to be in pain anymore

Hello, I just bought a new computer. I mainly bought it to be able to play WoW with my friends for the next 6 years or so, and my friend suggested I get a new game to show off how much better it is than my old computer from like 2010.
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I would prefer a single player game, and one with a story (it doesn't have to be Shakespeare, but not something like The Sims or Minecraft). I don't have that much experience gaming to really gauge what I'd be interested in but games I've liked in the past are Mario Kart/Party/Tennis, Just Dance, Life is Strange, World of Warcraft, LEGO Star Wars, Zelda, Pokémon, Fortnite, The Sims 4, High School Dreams.
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A game I was interested in was Forspoken, but I saw it didn't get very good reviews so I think I'm going to wait til it gets a little cheaper and get something else in the mean time.
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Copy and pasted from the website, my computer is:
AMD Ryzen 9 7900X Raphael AM5 4.7GHz 12-Core Boxed Processor
ASUS B650E-F ROG STRIX GAMING WIFI AMD AM5 ATX Motherboard
G.Skill Flare X5 Series 32GB (2 x 16GB) DDR5-6000 PC5-48000 CL36 Dual Chann...
NZXT C850 Gold 850 Watt 80 Plus Gold ATX Fully Modular Power Supply AMD Radeon RX 6950 XT Triple Fan 16GB GDDR6 PCIe 4.0 Graphics Card Crucial P5 Plus 2TB SSD 3D NAND M.2 NVMe PCIe 4.0 x4 Interface Internal Sol...
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Thank you so much, sorry if I left out anything important.

I am miserable. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I will always be miserable.
I am majorly resentful of my husband. I cannot seem to shake the things he has said to me. He has threatened me numerous times. Never physically, but always financially. He has threatened me with our house, children and even my dog. He has told me he’ll start world war 3 if I leave him. He thinks it’s funny to say “I’m never leaving” and it’s like he says this to antagonize me. His ex-wife left him by surprise when he was away on business and never spoke to him again. Now I know why.
When I was postpartum I was having a hard time with a new baby and young child while he was away on business. I texted him about it and he responded by telling me I’m a c*nt and he takes screenshots of what I say to him. I don’t know how to ever trust him again after finding out my own husband would use private messages to hurt me.
I do not have a relationship with his family and a lot of this is his doing. His parents have a history of disastrous relationships and estrangements but my husband hasn’t helped the situation either. Early on in our marriage he was bad mouthing me to his parents. I saw a text where his sister told him she’d find him a pit bull attorney to go after me.
He is a functioning alcoholic and acts like a fool after two drinks. He is unable to make friends because of how he acts. He brags and boasts about himself. He talks about money and superficial things. He cannot read a room or figure out when to say something or when not to. I find myself cringing when I’m around him. He doesn’t have a single friend from high school or college.
He is controlling of me. I find myself 40 without any friends. My entire life I had plenty of friends and a social life. Not any more.
I dislike having sex with him. He only likes morning sex. There isn’t a connection. He wakes up with a boner and reaches for the woman next to him. I am very sexual and adventurous. We are a bad match.
Of course there’s the typical imbalance of emotional labor. I have to plan everything. I also have a FT job. Our salaries are very similar but of course my job isn’t respected by him as much. Even leaving the house requires me to pack the diaper bag, know the nap schedule etc. All he has to do is show up for a family vacation. I have to book everything, pack the kids clothes, buy the clothing. I have a sense of dread going on a family vacation and the list of buying flip flops, swim diapers, swimsuits, sunscreen, which car seat do we take on the airplane, sleeping arrangements for the kids at the hotel, scheduling the babysitter, boarding the dog etc. I feel like he using me.
But I have 2 kids. We live in a beautiful home in an upscale community. Life is comfortable. I seem to be the only miserable one. Maybe I’m just a miserable person?
Sometimes I think the only way I can get away unscathed is to leave. Without the kids. Just let him stay in this house and I leave.

(20/M) First thing I want to say is I don't post or comment anywhere on social media usually. Comment very rarely, post basicly never. Used to have an insta which I posted images of holidays on, but it got hacked after I stopped using it for years, which scared me pretty bad. My account DMd some kind of jewelry advert to tons of random women. Which terrified me since my face was on my profile and posts ofc. Made a new account since but have the profile blank and haven't posted anything on it. Anyways. SA makes completely avoid anything that can trigger it, I get anxous just from the thought of having to do something that I know triggers SA for me. Like calling someone I've never called before or going out in public. I've only talked about it to my parents somewhat recently. They at least understand now and don't force me to do things I'm anxious about. Have never been to a therapist. Opened up to my parents before when I was depressed and suicidal (did'nt mention the suicidal part to them) in high school, but they never got me to do therapy. One day I do think I will go. I don't know when exactly I developed SA, My guess is around the end of middle school or beginning of high school. Had some very close friends in Middle school but had a fallout and they don't msg me and I don't msg them. Felt very lonely in High School, didn't have close friends. My classmates were usually friendly towards me but didn't feel like they cared about me.
My SA onyl really triggers when out in public or around strangers. However when I'm with friends or people I know I'm actually rather talkative. When I go out in public with friends it is better but I don't get to go out with friends much. As for with parents it feels worse, because I feel embarassed going out with my parents at 20. As for daily life. I live with my parents, I don't go out in public alone only when I have to. I do some lawnmowing and gardening for work. Have tried looking for a different jobs before but always ended up overthinking it and getting anxious about it and giving up, outside of that I just play video games workout at my home gym which I'm very glad I have. I'm very determined on it, but I could never go to real gym, and since I don't need to this way I never will. Video games are my favourite thing to do because it's the most distracting and immersive and fun. My parents are Christians, me not so much (I belive in God just not really into Christianity and religion). I do go to youth group stuff but only to have some sort of a social life still and some friends. I have one best friend who I really get along with but I only get to see him on some weekends really. I often feel lonely because of that, even tho I have my parents who love me very much. I have a sister but she doesn't live at home and rarely get to see her. I often wish I had a girlfirend but I don't go on dates or use dating apps or go to clubs at all. Just hoping something will eventually happen, even tho I know nothing will unless I actually try. Feel like having a GF would make me go out more and really make me happier. Worried I can only start dating once I overcome SA, have a good paying job and live by myself, but it's not so simple. Feel like SA is the only thing stopping me from getting my life in control.
Sorry if this was too long, I just have a lot of stuff going on in my mind.
TL, DR: Wish I could change my life but SA is stopping me from changing it.

Passively thinking about going to college after almost 2 years in IT, and want a degree to boost my career.
I know everyone will say to go to community college first, and I definitely will as my high school grades were shit, and don't want to rack up any more debt than I need to.

Hi all, I am a 30(m) looking for a fresh start of career. Problem is I never actually completed any program after high school. My strengths include simple math, generally good with my hands, love technology and cars. I had the idea recently to become a mechanic but I do not think it would be wise as I have read that being a mechanic is relatively tough on the body, which I kind of want to avoid. Any advice would be appreciated, all my current work experience is in warehousing which I see now has no future unless I pursue something to give me a little more education wise.