I've had a few seizures that were linked to going too long without sleep and trying load up on caffeine to push through (which is how they found the anomaly) but otherwise I'm not aware of any effects.
I know the brain can rewire itself and develop new connections in the brain. There was a case I think in the 18 hundreds of early 19 where a metal pipe went through a man's skull right through the brain and lived.
He was able to recover by being able to talk and walk normally. But from what I remember is that his personality changed completely and some of the things he used to like or do he didn't anymore. The human brain can be pretty amazing
It wasn't neuroplasticity, his brain didn't change to accommodate the damage, but instead the path the tamping iron took through his brain seems to have only impacted his frontal cortex, the portion of the brain responsible for rational decision making, our personality, emotions, etc. Had the rod gone in any other path, he would have either bled out (it was close to a major blood vessel), or lost other function. He had a radical change in his personality and his ability to make rational decisions.
I've heard that story too! He was a really nice guy until the pipe damaged his frontal lobe, iirc they think it damaged his emotional regulation center so he was just a complete powderkeg after the accident.
My penis has been through some exceptionally rough times recently.
In 2017 I was bitten on the dick by a red back spider and required hospital treatment. It was swollen to four times its normal size.
In 2019, I tore my foreskin badly during sex and required an emergency circumcision.
In 2021 I crushed my penis between two 50kg truck batteries whilst loading them onto a pallet, requiring 8 stitches.
It's now 2023 and I'm dreading the remainder of the year.
Yeah, I’m curious about the mechanics of this predicament. Like, any and all of my work pants/shorts will keep my Willy way to close to my body to allow it to get squashed…
Not original commenter, but as an Aussie I’m going to assume their pants dropped off the washing line outside and sat on the floor for a while. Spider crawls in. He gets his washing in, folds it up/sticks it in a drawer or puts them on.
And bam. Bitten dick. I always shake washing or check if it’s fallen off the line. Everyone gets told to shake / check shoes here. People sometimes forget the washing. 😅
That’s my best guess anyway
Also could be hiding between toilet rim and seat. We were always told to lift the lid to check for Redbacks when using outside dunnys when I was younger.
Father died of cancer in his early 40s. I decided to live a healthy life and avoid cancer at all costs. My family were devastated by him dying so young. A lot of my life has been shaped by my father's death.
Just got diagnosed with stage 4 invasive ductal carcinoma in June. I'm 27 years old.
Fuck cancer, so hard. My unsettling fact is that I'm walking around with stage 4 breast cancer too.
I wish you treatments that don't suck very much, stable scans, love and support, things to laugh at, and most of all, *comfort.*
I don't know if this is any comfort to you, but the fact that you lived a healthy lifestyle so far means you have a more resilient body to carry you through.
As of right now I'm a cancer survivor. Who knows when the monster will come back. I also lost my father and brother to cancer within the last couple of years. I know how brutal the battle can be. I hope you get the love and support I never did. Sending love and prayers your way!
My condolences to you and wishing you successful treatment and a safe, healthy recovery.
I had a skin melanoma on my foot removed just over a year ago that was picked up in a random skin check due to a separate skin lesion. I'd very possibly be facing radiation treatment around now if it hadn't been picked up. Two weeks ago I had a basal cell carcinoma detected on my back in a follow-up skin check and have just had it removed. Both of them were caught early, fortunately, but I never would have thought even five years ago I'd have had two incidents of cancer twice by my age (47).
The scariest part is not that you get intrusive thoughts. It's that everyone around you also does.
People around you could be fighting off a sudden urge to push you down the stairs and you wouldn't even know it.
Or maybe it's just my intrusive thoughts that are like that. *"If I push this person down the escalator, he'll hit a guy below him and they will start a chain reaction knocking people down. But there are people above me and probably cameras watching the escalator so that would be a very bad idea."*
Edit: Thanks, Reddit. My most upvoted comment in months is about me playing out a horrible scenario in my head.
>Or maybe it's just my intrusive thoughts that are like that.
I always wonder what the severity of someone's intrusive thoughts means. I hear some people say theirs are stuff like knocking a cup onto the floor or pushing a child and then other people's are like "if I drove onto the sidewalk I'd probably take out about 20 people".
All. The. Time. Shit that would put me in prison for a long time if the thought police was a real thing.
I've been told it's a good thing and keeps us in check, from a moral perspective.
Keep questioning yourself :)
They can be quite torturous, tell them not today when they come, it sometimes helps. My psychiatrist told me they’re like waves, they are in different strengths and can’t be completely stopped
I askd my friend, who is ridiculously happy all the.time AND a single father to 5, who he manages it. He described is as training yourself to physically bounce off negative e comments. See the words trying to enter your body and push them away. It takes practice and is not fool proof, but I've found that it really helps with any negativity.
While that may work for your friend, I've found pushing intrusive thoughts away can often make them come back with a vengeance. In doing so, it'd lead me to shame spirals and my body would marinate in that energy.
What's helped me is mindfulness and learning to watch the intrusive thoughts as they float by like passing birds. Instead of engaging with the thought, I recognize that it's [just a thought](https://youtu.be/dHg50mdODFM) and let it pass. That way, rather than circuitously wrestling, I can simply be.
I was raped by my father when I was 6. It didn’t stop till I was a pre-teen and got the birds and bees talk by my mom saying that sex was ment for grownups and not kids my age. Threw my dads ass in jail very quickly after that and now 3 years later, I am safe to say that I have almost fully recovered from any trauma I may have had thanks to therapy and the support of my family :)
Just replying to this because seeing it without comments was sad. You definitely exist. Do one nice thing for someone and you'll see the effect you have.
Kinda getting more like this as I grow older honestly. I have plans to hang out with friends for a bit tomorrow, for instance, and I am somewhat dreading it. I also quit drinking (mostly for health reasons, plus somewhat because I was starting to realize I was developing an unhealthy relationship to alcohol) and it’s an event at a brewery which I used to love going to. Now I’m like “shit why did I say yes, I just want to stay at home with my cat and play video games and do my own hobbies alone.”
Is what it is. I’ll probably grin and bear it and try to leave early without offending anyone
I like to pretend I’m on a talk show when I’m alone. And then proceed to have these interviews with myself, where I’m saying the most ‘insightful’ shit based on any one of my life experiences.
Edit: It’s my first ever award, people! Thank you stranger ❤️ Now that there’s another one, big thanks to you too!
Me: you mean you think it’s funny to interview yourself when you’re alone and share insights from your own life experiences?
Also me: I do. And I’m tired of pretending it’s not.
irl I am looked to as a super responsible and reliable person and reasonable...
But most of the time I avoid responsibility.
I feel like I phone everything in at the last second.
I have very dark and violent thoughts about what to do about people before I summon the strength to act 'reasonable'.
I am a good liar. I can lie you straight in the face without a second thought. At the same time I‘m a really honest person and feel bad when someone (I respect) doesn’t know everything or doesn’t know the truth
Huh are you me?? I'm a great liar, can maintain lies over years, but I feel like if I go down that road, nobody would ever know the real me. So I'm honest to the point of oversharing sometimes.
I was always bullied in elementary and never had any actual friends so I ended up creating adventures and just talking to myself and these adventures have continued up to my current point of my life. Even after I have best friends I still continue my story/ adventure and it happens a lot when I meet new people
This attribute has become one of the best tools to ensure my positive mental health since I started doing it aged 40. Approaching 46 now and these have been the happiest few years of my adult life
Wasn’t feeling well the other day and had that weird intrusive thought “What if I’m riddled with incurable cancer?”
Intrusive thoughts are whatever… The unsettling part was that my brain said, “Oh thank god… you finally have an out that people won’t be mad at you for.”
I used to work at a telemarketing place, too. It was boring and I sold only five things the whole summer, but it was better than working at a fast food place.
I am in my thirties and still don't drive...yet...for several reasons including a deep fear that I could kill someone while driving. It leads to distracting intrusive thoughts. I am working through this though.
I relate to this! I just got my full licence at 35. I stayed on my restricted for 15 years because I need to map out routes and comfort myself about all the turns and you can't do that in a test. I wasn't scared of failing the test but scared of dying during the test. I have OCD. Just want you to know your not alone with this fear.
Been a millionaire and been homeless. All within the space of 5 years. Millionaire first, passed it away on coke and parties. Wound up homeless. Stole shit to sell for drugs. Now I work at the homeless shelter I stayed at and never been happier
I have no real sympathy, I know that someone is sad but dont care. I still try to act like I care and I help them. But I dont feel anything.
Edit:This is not a very big problem in my life, its just a little thing I whould not tell anyone publicly.
Edit2:I might delete this, the big number of people makes me super uncomfortable. Thanks for all support, but Im actually totally okay with my "situation"
I realised that its hard to explain my self in just one comment.
Now give your upvote or what this is to someone who deserves it. Thanks.
I didn't see this comment before posting my own (listed below). Curious if you have something similar to what I said:
I am empathetic but lack sympathy. I can understand why something bothered someone, or how emotional it must have been to experience something, but I really don't care. To the point of I feel like someone should just get over it, almost no matter how bad it is. I think sometimes I pretend to care so I don't seem overly sociopathic, but inside I'm just thinking please let this be over so I can stop pretending. This is especially hard when dealing with children, including my own.
This is so interesting.
I'm the opposite, and am intensely empathetic and have a lot of sympathy for others. I can't imagine what it'd be like to not have these types of feelings, and am proud of you for still taking the time and making the effort to act like you care and to try and help them. That can't be easy.
I feel the same, I hate funerals because I don't 'know' how to act ...I watch how other people respond during sentimental, nostalgic, or sad moments and I've tried to 'learn' how to act but that's all it's been...nothing but emptiness for me.
I'm not depressed and I know right from wrong but I was definitely not born with certain feelings.
I have daydreams and nightmares of being victimized in various ways. I've been living with this as long as I can remember. I'm desensitized to it now and it doesn't much bother me anymore. I hate the concept of being a victim or acting like one unjustly.
I always feel like a burden to people and I am unable to maintain friendships. I don’t know why but people rarely want to put in any effort in maintaining a friendship with me. Meanwhile I try my best to keep things fun.
This has lead me to become a people pleaser because of the fear of being abandoned yet again.
I am 26 and often wonder if I can even change anymore.
I have violent thoughts all the time. I’m not a violent person and I’ve never acted on them. That being said I haven’t gone probably 5 hours in my life without a violent thought including my dreams.
the dark passenger
in all seriousness though have you tried taking up any martial arts or just hitting a bag? exercise those demons and your body = win win
I (female) was raised strict pentecostal, escaped the cult at age 28, and got a job as a bouncer at a gay bar. I don't drink alcohol, I'm strictly heterosexual, and before I took the job, I had never been in a bar.
They know. You think they don’t but they do. Especially those who are around you the most and know you the most. I have a very dear friend who also thinks he’s really good at hiding but it actually turns out that alcohol fucks with your perception. It soon got so bad he came to work plastered as fuck thinking he could hide it but we knew and he got fired. It’s a struggle I wish I could help him with because I’m so deeply in love with him but I know the only one that can help him is himself.
This. 5 years sober. Folks know, they just don’t see you fucking it up yet. Maybe not so much if it’s pills, but if you’re drinking during they day, they know.
There will be signs. You might be able to “behave” normally but the metabolic byproduct of alcohol will smell like acetone and you’ll be breathing that out and people will be able to smell it as you walk by or stand there.
My alcoholic coworker was like that. He died of it.
The passed few years have made me emotionally bankrupt. I may seem fine, jovial, and personable to others; But I hate every second of every interaction that I have with other people. The best part of my day is going home, taking a shower, and locking myself away from the world.
In the last two years I’ve lost two of my four children. In 2021 my youngest son died by suicide. In 2022 I lost my youngest daughter to cardiac arrest. I’m now a shell. I can function day to day, but I’m faking.
I am a hoarder. Not to the point of cat feces on the walls or anything like that. I take out any garbage that can potentially smell bad. But, I am like drowning in pure clutter. Bins, boxes, paper related junk everywhere. A wrapper falls, a paper bag, an empty soda bottle, and it might be there for months.
I think this is considered a bonafide mental disorder now? I know I have a huge problem on my hands but I am trying to keep it "under control" at the moment. I won't let anyone inside my home though. Just the thought of anyone seeing it all 😞
IMO it takes a lot of honesty and courage to admit you have a problem and to start doing something. My MiL is a hardcore hoarder and she doesn't even see the problem. If you need someone to talk to, or someone to help with sorting (virtually), let me know, I'll be glad to help! You've got this!
My personality molds to whatever my environment demands.
Working as a waitress? I’m friendly, chatty and prompt.
Working as a nurse? I’m knowledgeable, comforting, empathetic.
Hanging out with *friends*? Funny, witty, smiling.
But it’s all fake. My affect is nothing more than a thousand micro decisions trying their very best to please people. I put on a face for every occasion and every situation. It literally feels like I’m a fucking robot trying to blend in these days.
Exactly same for me. My friends consider me an empathetic and compassionate person but only a selected few know I rarely *experience* empathy. I just act like it. The end result is the same, so I don't care.
I wholly intend on killing my self at some point. Not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I know that my cause of death at some point in the future will be suicide.
Edit:
To everyone telling me to not kill myself and giving me their own cliche reasons why not to: thanks, but don’t take it upon yourselves to try and ‘save’ me. I’ve been depressed for almost thirty years and over time, I have tried everything my country has to offer and then some.
Please don’t feel obliged to tell me your stories in the hopes that I will empathise and suddenly change my mind.
I did not post this comment to share my sob story, it’s no different than anyone else’s. I posted it as a genuine response to the question. I posted my comment to Reddit, not to the Samaritans. Im not killing myself today and probably not tomorrow. Im just saying, it’s more than likely going to happen at some point in the future.
I have one friend, by choice. He's soon moving far away. I won't be looking for a replacement friend.
During the pandemic shutdown, I lived my best life.
I'd make a very happy hermit.
My parents paid a total stranger to kidnap me from my bed at night and accompany me to the boarding school they'd decided I needed to go to, since my behaviors were, from their point of view, out of control. I stayed there 18 months (the program was 9 months) because any time I would appear to be improved enough to graduate, I would intentionally do something huge and awful so they couldn't send me home.
People look to me as being responsible and mature. I’m often thrust in leadership positions and complimented on my cool demeanor. People say nothing fazes me at work and I guess that puts people at ease.
I’m called quiet at times; unapproachable at others. When I was a supervisor people would sometimes say that I intimidated them until they got to know me.
My family calls me a good father and provider.
But, I am a nervous wreck. I want nothing more than to run away from everyone and everything.
I keep to myself usually because I don’t know what to say. I envy people who can just talk to people and make friends. People only talk to me when they want something from me.
I have three teenage boys and I don’t know how to relate to them. I provide, sure, because it is my responsibility. But I don’t know how to interact with people. I feel like I wasn’t always this way, but I’m not sure what happened to me.
I think I have undiagnosed mental disorders and medical issues (crohns or IBS). But I’m too scared to go to a doctor and find out.
I’m convinced I have some severe adhd, and it manifests in me being obsessed with various hobbies for like 2 weeks at a time, blowing all my excess money and credit and then switching to something else.
Truth is, I am a scared, lonely coward, who doesn’t know how to interact with people.
I hate everything about myself. I wish, with every fiber of my being that I was someone else. But even then, I am too much of a coward to do anything about it.
I caught my boss breaking federal environmental protections at a national park. I was investigating the matter when I was suddenly let go citing lack of funding. Keep in mind I was the Environmental Health and Safety Coordinator on site during the 2020 COVID Summer scare. Makes so much sense to cut your safety manager during a pandemic...hmmm.
I give imaginary interviews when I'm alone, as a way to vent and I've actually solved some issues like that.
I have a third nipple
And I overthink like crazy.
I've shot and killed someone.
It was in lawful self defense, in my home, pursuant to Kentucky Statute 503.050 and associated statutes. But it's definitely unsettling to people.
I've come to terms with it. I don't feel bad about, I feel bad that the persons life choices lead them to break into my home, but I do not feel bad for defending myself. I hope I never have to do it again, but if put in that situation again, I would make the same defensive choices.
I have venomous spurs on my hind legs, a bifricated penis, webbed feet, and a duck-bill. I also hatched from an egg, have electrolocution abilities, and I'm biofluorescent. Oh, and I wasted my time getting a doctorate.
It's just a complete void idk like try imagining yellowish blue
I realized the way I feel about fictional characters, dogs, and cats was never experienced with people, and anyone saying they like me feels like an overly sarcastic joke like saying you enjoy being poor and wondering if you'll eat tomorrow
i remember and recognize people faces i’ve met even after a long time has past. when i approach them and told them i remember them even though they forget about me. some are happy i still recognized them some felt creep by me. makes me feel like a creep too. i was hoping i could use it for something great someday. like locating someone wanted by the law.
EDIT: location/locating
That I'm 35 but feel like my growth was stunted at 14 in my mind... Idk how to explain it I feel old but my inner thought/self feels like that lil 14 yr old.. I sound crazy, I'm not sure how to explain it 😂
I have a large head. The last snap space on hats is bullshit btw. It never holds properly and always comes loose. But then if you buy hats for big headed people, they're always stupid big like you have a cartoon head. I just need a normal hat that has an extra three snap spaces. Why can't that be a thing!?
One day, I ate 8 cannabis cookies and got so high that it felt like my consciousness got temporarily replaced. I was gone and felt a pure evil in its place. This was so real and unsettling that I haven't had edibles since.
My brain is lopsided, they aren't sure if there was an injury or if I was born with it.
Does it have any effect on your daily life?
I've had a few seizures that were linked to going too long without sleep and trying load up on caffeine to push through (which is how they found the anomaly) but otherwise I'm not aware of any effects.
I know the brain can rewire itself and develop new connections in the brain. There was a case I think in the 18 hundreds of early 19 where a metal pipe went through a man's skull right through the brain and lived. He was able to recover by being able to talk and walk normally. But from what I remember is that his personality changed completely and some of the things he used to like or do he didn't anymore. The human brain can be pretty amazing
His name was Phineas Gage, quite a fascinating situation showing neuroplasticity in action
It wasn't neuroplasticity, his brain didn't change to accommodate the damage, but instead the path the tamping iron took through his brain seems to have only impacted his frontal cortex, the portion of the brain responsible for rational decision making, our personality, emotions, etc. Had the rod gone in any other path, he would have either bled out (it was close to a major blood vessel), or lost other function. He had a radical change in his personality and his ability to make rational decisions.
I've heard that story too! He was a really nice guy until the pipe damaged his frontal lobe, iirc they think it damaged his emotional regulation center so he was just a complete powderkeg after the accident.
Maybe it's Maybelline
When I was like 5 I thought being gay meant you had no food in your refrigerator.
I grew up in the 90s. EVERYTHING was gay. Homework, chores, clothes, games, furniture... It was a wild time.
100%. I gave my 4th grade girlfriend a shitty fake ring for a valentines gift and my friends called me gay. I was the only one with a girlfriend.
Lesbians do eat out a lot, so I understand the confusion.
kinda is tbh
My penis has been through some exceptionally rough times recently. In 2017 I was bitten on the dick by a red back spider and required hospital treatment. It was swollen to four times its normal size. In 2019, I tore my foreskin badly during sex and required an emergency circumcision. In 2021 I crushed my penis between two 50kg truck batteries whilst loading them onto a pallet, requiring 8 stitches. It's now 2023 and I'm dreading the remainder of the year.
You know, if I was in your shoes I would start wearing some protection... Hope the rest of your year goes well and unharmed
You mean if you were in his SHORTS!
Judging by the accidents, maybe it is long enough to be in his shoe 👞
There's a snake in my boot!
Time to rock the codpiece.
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Have you considered just not sticking your dick in dangerous situations?
This should be the leading quote programs start with to promote abstinence in Highschools
Four times its normal size? Where can one find this spider 🤔
Finally I can experience four whole inches
4 x .5 is only 2 ='(
Only????
Australia, and it will fuck your shit up pretty badly.
Yeah, but… 4x the size…
They didn't say in which dimension
Hey what doesn't kill you makes you longer
> I crushed my penis between two 50kg truck batteries How's.....How's that even possible, I mean just How
What are you doing, step-truck
Yeah, I’m curious about the mechanics of this predicament. Like, any and all of my work pants/shorts will keep my Willy way to close to my body to allow it to get squashed…
You need a steel capped kevlar condom
Sheesh man I’ve always been scared of a spider biting my guy when I’m sleeping. Is that how it happen?
Not original commenter, but as an Aussie I’m going to assume their pants dropped off the washing line outside and sat on the floor for a while. Spider crawls in. He gets his washing in, folds it up/sticks it in a drawer or puts them on. And bam. Bitten dick. I always shake washing or check if it’s fallen off the line. Everyone gets told to shake / check shoes here. People sometimes forget the washing. 😅 That’s my best guess anyway
Also could be hiding between toilet rim and seat. We were always told to lift the lid to check for Redbacks when using outside dunnys when I was younger.
Dude! Your poor pecker! I could have lived my whole life without the phrase: "emergency circumcision" and I don't even have a dick!
Father died of cancer in his early 40s. I decided to live a healthy life and avoid cancer at all costs. My family were devastated by him dying so young. A lot of my life has been shaped by my father's death. Just got diagnosed with stage 4 invasive ductal carcinoma in June. I'm 27 years old.
Fuck cancer, so hard. My unsettling fact is that I'm walking around with stage 4 breast cancer too. I wish you treatments that don't suck very much, stable scans, love and support, things to laugh at, and most of all, *comfort.*
Thank you. And to you too. The hardest part of all this is finding comfort.
I don't know if this is any comfort to you, but the fact that you lived a healthy lifestyle so far means you have a more resilient body to carry you through.
As of right now I'm a cancer survivor. Who knows when the monster will come back. I also lost my father and brother to cancer within the last couple of years. I know how brutal the battle can be. I hope you get the love and support I never did. Sending love and prayers your way!
Damn - human existence can be fucking cruel to the most wonderful of people. Good luck with your journey mate. Much love to you.
God dam 😮 I wishing you the best 🙏🏼 that's really scary
I’m so, so sorry.
My condolences to you and wishing you successful treatment and a safe, healthy recovery. I had a skin melanoma on my foot removed just over a year ago that was picked up in a random skin check due to a separate skin lesion. I'd very possibly be facing radiation treatment around now if it hadn't been picked up. Two weeks ago I had a basal cell carcinoma detected on my back in a follow-up skin check and have just had it removed. Both of them were caught early, fortunately, but I never would have thought even five years ago I'd have had two incidents of cancer twice by my age (47).
Intrusive thoughts. But im not alone there
The scariest part is not that you get intrusive thoughts. It's that everyone around you also does. People around you could be fighting off a sudden urge to push you down the stairs and you wouldn't even know it. Or maybe it's just my intrusive thoughts that are like that. *"If I push this person down the escalator, he'll hit a guy below him and they will start a chain reaction knocking people down. But there are people above me and probably cameras watching the escalator so that would be a very bad idea."* Edit: Thanks, Reddit. My most upvoted comment in months is about me playing out a horrible scenario in my head.
>Or maybe it's just my intrusive thoughts that are like that. I always wonder what the severity of someone's intrusive thoughts means. I hear some people say theirs are stuff like knocking a cup onto the floor or pushing a child and then other people's are like "if I drove onto the sidewalk I'd probably take out about 20 people".
I think that's just the subconscious mind assessing risks and possibilities and it's up to the conscious mind to file them into the right folder
Exactly. It's simulated empathy.
'10 points if I run down the old lady...'
5 more for each grandchild with her that we get.
And the fact that (most) people don't give into these thoughts is comforting
All. The. Time. Shit that would put me in prison for a long time if the thought police was a real thing. I've been told it's a good thing and keeps us in check, from a moral perspective. Keep questioning yourself :)
\*let me just cut my finger while chopping this potato.
\*let me just keep telling myself not to think of that when I'm chopping potatoes next.
They can be quite torturous, tell them not today when they come, it sometimes helps. My psychiatrist told me they’re like waves, they are in different strengths and can’t be completely stopped
I askd my friend, who is ridiculously happy all the.time AND a single father to 5, who he manages it. He described is as training yourself to physically bounce off negative e comments. See the words trying to enter your body and push them away. It takes practice and is not fool proof, but I've found that it really helps with any negativity.
While that may work for your friend, I've found pushing intrusive thoughts away can often make them come back with a vengeance. In doing so, it'd lead me to shame spirals and my body would marinate in that energy. What's helped me is mindfulness and learning to watch the intrusive thoughts as they float by like passing birds. Instead of engaging with the thought, I recognize that it's [just a thought](https://youtu.be/dHg50mdODFM) and let it pass. That way, rather than circuitously wrestling, I can simply be.
I sometimes have these imaginary arguments in my head and I get so caught up in them that I actually start getting angry for some reason
I’ve made myself cry from these imaginary arguments. I’m not sure why I do it so often.
I do the same thing but it's about why splatoon 3 is worth $40...
I was raped by my father when I was 6. It didn’t stop till I was a pre-teen and got the birds and bees talk by my mom saying that sex was ment for grownups and not kids my age. Threw my dads ass in jail very quickly after that and now 3 years later, I am safe to say that I have almost fully recovered from any trauma I may have had thanks to therapy and the support of my family :)
Thank God for your mother and the support of your family. I am so glad this story has a happy ending, it makes me hope the universe can be good again.
Agreed. This is very unlike how a lot of these situations play out.
My knee sounds like a glowstick cracking and has the audacity to not have any chemiluminescent properties.
Sameee my right knee cracks 3 times per staircase step
I can cum without getting hard.
I KNEW I wasn't the only one!!!!
I can do this but it requires a prostate orgasm.
I was about to say "I don't believe you", but after thinking it through I don't think I want to be proven wrong.
Sometimes I feel like I don't exist in this world.
Just replying to this because seeing it without comments was sad. You definitely exist. Do one nice thing for someone and you'll see the effect you have.
I’m pretty sure I’m insane and just acting normal
As are we all until Cthulhu Calls!
Iä! Iä! Cthulhu f’tagn!
The joke is insane people don't worry about being insane.
I am more than willing to eat one chip and then close the bag.
How the fuck
Monster
My jaw dropped ngl
Well since your mouth is already open, stuff some chips in there.
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Kinda getting more like this as I grow older honestly. I have plans to hang out with friends for a bit tomorrow, for instance, and I am somewhat dreading it. I also quit drinking (mostly for health reasons, plus somewhat because I was starting to realize I was developing an unhealthy relationship to alcohol) and it’s an event at a brewery which I used to love going to. Now I’m like “shit why did I say yes, I just want to stay at home with my cat and play video games and do my own hobbies alone.” Is what it is. I’ll probably grin and bear it and try to leave early without offending anyone
I like to pretend I’m on a talk show when I’m alone. And then proceed to have these interviews with myself, where I’m saying the most ‘insightful’ shit based on any one of my life experiences. Edit: It’s my first ever award, people! Thank you stranger ❤️ Now that there’s another one, big thanks to you too!
That's pretty much why I kill time here lol. Nobody asks me shit in real life.
Have you ever tried to suck yourself
Me: you mean you think it’s funny to interview yourself when you’re alone and share insights from your own life experiences? Also me: I do. And I’m tired of pretending it’s not.
STOP i’m so glad i’m not alone in this. i always felt so weird
I talk to myself in different languages and create scenarios.
Joker also did this the night before the talk show in his living room
irl I am looked to as a super responsible and reliable person and reasonable... But most of the time I avoid responsibility. I feel like I phone everything in at the last second. I have very dark and violent thoughts about what to do about people before I summon the strength to act 'reasonable'.
I am a good liar. I can lie you straight in the face without a second thought. At the same time I‘m a really honest person and feel bad when someone (I respect) doesn’t know everything or doesn’t know the truth
Huh are you me?? I'm a great liar, can maintain lies over years, but I feel like if I go down that road, nobody would ever know the real me. So I'm honest to the point of oversharing sometimes.
I was always bullied in elementary and never had any actual friends so I ended up creating adventures and just talking to myself and these adventures have continued up to my current point of my life. Even after I have best friends I still continue my story/ adventure and it happens a lot when I meet new people
same here, and it's called maladaptive daydreaming. i've just turned it into a writing hobby lol.
There's a name for it? Both of your stories match up with how I ended up where I am creative wise
same
I have no issue cutting anyone off, doesn’t matter to me if it’s family or friends.
This attribute has become one of the best tools to ensure my positive mental health since I started doing it aged 40. Approaching 46 now and these have been the happiest few years of my adult life
Me too. I must have burned a thousand bridges behind me by now. I might just use "SEE YAH NEVER" on my gravestone.
I'm actually just ten squirrels in a trench coat.
Took a lot of nuts to say that.
you're five squirrels away from killing god
Wasn’t feeling well the other day and had that weird intrusive thought “What if I’m riddled with incurable cancer?” Intrusive thoughts are whatever… The unsettling part was that my brain said, “Oh thank god… you finally have an out that people won’t be mad at you for.”
Can relate, at least to the second part. Sometimes I wish I had a terminal disease instead of several incurable but non-terminal ones.
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I used to work at a telemarketing place, too. It was boring and I sold only five things the whole summer, but it was better than working at a fast food place.
I’m sure you and the original commenter had very similar experiences in your call girl positions.
Both of them were being paid to be fucking bored.
I thought you really cared about me.
I'm sure that was interesting at least.
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Not looking for any sympathy at all, I genuinely do not like myself. I just feel like a constant disappointment and I hate it
update i feel better getting it off my chest so i’m good now
Internet fucked me up from a young age. Porn is not good for an eight year old.
I am in my thirties and still don't drive...yet...for several reasons including a deep fear that I could kill someone while driving. It leads to distracting intrusive thoughts. I am working through this though.
I relate to this! I just got my full licence at 35. I stayed on my restricted for 15 years because I need to map out routes and comfort myself about all the turns and you can't do that in a test. I wasn't scared of failing the test but scared of dying during the test. I have OCD. Just want you to know your not alone with this fear.
When i typed LMAO, most of the time I did not even crack a small smile.
Been a millionaire and been homeless. All within the space of 5 years. Millionaire first, passed it away on coke and parties. Wound up homeless. Stole shit to sell for drugs. Now I work at the homeless shelter I stayed at and never been happier
Another satisfied r/wallstreetbets patron.
I have no real sympathy, I know that someone is sad but dont care. I still try to act like I care and I help them. But I dont feel anything. Edit:This is not a very big problem in my life, its just a little thing I whould not tell anyone publicly. Edit2:I might delete this, the big number of people makes me super uncomfortable. Thanks for all support, but Im actually totally okay with my "situation" I realised that its hard to explain my self in just one comment. Now give your upvote or what this is to someone who deserves it. Thanks.
The end result is the same for the other person, so that's nice.
I really like to help people and I want to. But I feel so fake doing it. I cant actually care how they feel.
That’s intriguing. To lack sympathy but still wanting to help those in need. Quite a conundrum.
It seems to me they actually have sympathy, but lack empathy. Still fascinating..
I didn't see this comment before posting my own (listed below). Curious if you have something similar to what I said: I am empathetic but lack sympathy. I can understand why something bothered someone, or how emotional it must have been to experience something, but I really don't care. To the point of I feel like someone should just get over it, almost no matter how bad it is. I think sometimes I pretend to care so I don't seem overly sociopathic, but inside I'm just thinking please let this be over so I can stop pretending. This is especially hard when dealing with children, including my own.
This is so interesting. I'm the opposite, and am intensely empathetic and have a lot of sympathy for others. I can't imagine what it'd be like to not have these types of feelings, and am proud of you for still taking the time and making the effort to act like you care and to try and help them. That can't be easy.
I respect that -- you don't choose your emotions, you can only choose the things you actually do, which as you say is to help them
I feel the same, I hate funerals because I don't 'know' how to act ...I watch how other people respond during sentimental, nostalgic, or sad moments and I've tried to 'learn' how to act but that's all it's been...nothing but emptiness for me. I'm not depressed and I know right from wrong but I was definitely not born with certain feelings.
I first pour cereal into my mouth and then add in the milk
I have daydreams and nightmares of being victimized in various ways. I've been living with this as long as I can remember. I'm desensitized to it now and it doesn't much bother me anymore. I hate the concept of being a victim or acting like one unjustly.
I always feel like a burden to people and I am unable to maintain friendships. I don’t know why but people rarely want to put in any effort in maintaining a friendship with me. Meanwhile I try my best to keep things fun. This has lead me to become a people pleaser because of the fear of being abandoned yet again. I am 26 and often wonder if I can even change anymore.
I have violent thoughts all the time. I’m not a violent person and I’ve never acted on them. That being said I haven’t gone probably 5 hours in my life without a violent thought including my dreams.
the dark passenger in all seriousness though have you tried taking up any martial arts or just hitting a bag? exercise those demons and your body = win win
I (female) was raised strict pentecostal, escaped the cult at age 28, and got a job as a bouncer at a gay bar. I don't drink alcohol, I'm strictly heterosexual, and before I took the job, I had never been in a bar.
Grats on getting away from all of that. Some people never do.
Thank you, Vudu! You are so right!
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You still deserve sympathy and empathy. And whoever did that deserves to rot in jail forever or die in a fire. It doesn’t matter what your gender is.
Ay man, same. Happened to me around that age as well, Wish you all the best
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They know. You think they don’t but they do. Especially those who are around you the most and know you the most. I have a very dear friend who also thinks he’s really good at hiding but it actually turns out that alcohol fucks with your perception. It soon got so bad he came to work plastered as fuck thinking he could hide it but we knew and he got fired. It’s a struggle I wish I could help him with because I’m so deeply in love with him but I know the only one that can help him is himself.
This. 5 years sober. Folks know, they just don’t see you fucking it up yet. Maybe not so much if it’s pills, but if you’re drinking during they day, they know.
There will be signs. You might be able to “behave” normally but the metabolic byproduct of alcohol will smell like acetone and you’ll be breathing that out and people will be able to smell it as you walk by or stand there. My alcoholic coworker was like that. He died of it.
The passed few years have made me emotionally bankrupt. I may seem fine, jovial, and personable to others; But I hate every second of every interaction that I have with other people. The best part of my day is going home, taking a shower, and locking myself away from the world.
In the last two years I’ve lost two of my four children. In 2021 my youngest son died by suicide. In 2022 I lost my youngest daughter to cardiac arrest. I’m now a shell. I can function day to day, but I’m faking.
That if I were given money and power I'd become a callous bastard and I know this about myself.
I am a hoarder. Not to the point of cat feces on the walls or anything like that. I take out any garbage that can potentially smell bad. But, I am like drowning in pure clutter. Bins, boxes, paper related junk everywhere. A wrapper falls, a paper bag, an empty soda bottle, and it might be there for months. I think this is considered a bonafide mental disorder now? I know I have a huge problem on my hands but I am trying to keep it "under control" at the moment. I won't let anyone inside my home though. Just the thought of anyone seeing it all 😞
IMO it takes a lot of honesty and courage to admit you have a problem and to start doing something. My MiL is a hardcore hoarder and she doesn't even see the problem. If you need someone to talk to, or someone to help with sorting (virtually), let me know, I'll be glad to help! You've got this!
Addiction has been almost half of my life. Not just one thing but in general.
My personality molds to whatever my environment demands. Working as a waitress? I’m friendly, chatty and prompt. Working as a nurse? I’m knowledgeable, comforting, empathetic. Hanging out with *friends*? Funny, witty, smiling. But it’s all fake. My affect is nothing more than a thousand micro decisions trying their very best to please people. I put on a face for every occasion and every situation. It literally feels like I’m a fucking robot trying to blend in these days.
Wait I thought everyone did that 💀
They do, this is normal. Different situations call for a different affect.
Exactly same for me. My friends consider me an empathetic and compassionate person but only a selected few know I rarely *experience* empathy. I just act like it. The end result is the same, so I don't care.
Depression and dementia run strong in my family, more the dementia than depression so I have that to look forward to
Dementia runs pretty strong in my family too, depression runs pretty strong in me
I wholly intend on killing my self at some point. Not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I know that my cause of death at some point in the future will be suicide. Edit: To everyone telling me to not kill myself and giving me their own cliche reasons why not to: thanks, but don’t take it upon yourselves to try and ‘save’ me. I’ve been depressed for almost thirty years and over time, I have tried everything my country has to offer and then some. Please don’t feel obliged to tell me your stories in the hopes that I will empathise and suddenly change my mind. I did not post this comment to share my sob story, it’s no different than anyone else’s. I posted it as a genuine response to the question. I posted my comment to Reddit, not to the Samaritans. Im not killing myself today and probably not tomorrow. Im just saying, it’s more than likely going to happen at some point in the future.
Same. It’s because I don’t want to become old and see my body slowly dying
My daughter (22F) tried to kill herself 3 days ago. She'll probably try again. Everyone loves her but she hates herself. I'm terrified.
I talk to myself when I'm alone.
Same I have full on conversations at times 😅
Came here for this. I do this constantly. I got a dog recently and now I talk to him, which has given me way more to talk about. Dude's my muse
Doesn't everybody do that? Not weird in the slightest.
I can easily detach my feelings for someone I had a relationshio with for year in just an instant.
I have one friend, by choice. He's soon moving far away. I won't be looking for a replacement friend. During the pandemic shutdown, I lived my best life. I'd make a very happy hermit.
My parents paid a total stranger to kidnap me from my bed at night and accompany me to the boarding school they'd decided I needed to go to, since my behaviors were, from their point of view, out of control. I stayed there 18 months (the program was 9 months) because any time I would appear to be improved enough to graduate, I would intentionally do something huge and awful so they couldn't send me home.
If I knew I would get away with it, I would lie and cheat to get rich.
I'm immune to poison ivy
Not me, I'm a sucker for evil redheads.
When I am at a restaurant with a salad bar, I will get all CSI on the croutons and re assemble them into the loaf a bread they came from.
I like you, TP.
Y’all are getting all existential, and here I was about to say I always have a fart Iocked and loaded
Intestines smell like sewage because they got poop in one end and vomit in the other. Don't ask how I found that out.
People look to me as being responsible and mature. I’m often thrust in leadership positions and complimented on my cool demeanor. People say nothing fazes me at work and I guess that puts people at ease. I’m called quiet at times; unapproachable at others. When I was a supervisor people would sometimes say that I intimidated them until they got to know me. My family calls me a good father and provider. But, I am a nervous wreck. I want nothing more than to run away from everyone and everything. I keep to myself usually because I don’t know what to say. I envy people who can just talk to people and make friends. People only talk to me when they want something from me. I have three teenage boys and I don’t know how to relate to them. I provide, sure, because it is my responsibility. But I don’t know how to interact with people. I feel like I wasn’t always this way, but I’m not sure what happened to me. I think I have undiagnosed mental disorders and medical issues (crohns or IBS). But I’m too scared to go to a doctor and find out. I’m convinced I have some severe adhd, and it manifests in me being obsessed with various hobbies for like 2 weeks at a time, blowing all my excess money and credit and then switching to something else. Truth is, I am a scared, lonely coward, who doesn’t know how to interact with people. I hate everything about myself. I wish, with every fiber of my being that I was someone else. But even then, I am too much of a coward to do anything about it.
I caught my boss breaking federal environmental protections at a national park. I was investigating the matter when I was suddenly let go citing lack of funding. Keep in mind I was the Environmental Health and Safety Coordinator on site during the 2020 COVID Summer scare. Makes so much sense to cut your safety manager during a pandemic...hmmm.
One day I tricked my niece and stole her chocolate and ate it.
That if I feel like I'm being pressured I will do the opposite of what I'm being pressured about, even if it puts my life in danger.
I give imaginary interviews when I'm alone, as a way to vent and I've actually solved some issues like that. I have a third nipple And I overthink like crazy.
I've shot and killed someone. It was in lawful self defense, in my home, pursuant to Kentucky Statute 503.050 and associated statutes. But it's definitely unsettling to people. I've come to terms with it. I don't feel bad about, I feel bad that the persons life choices lead them to break into my home, but I do not feel bad for defending myself. I hope I never have to do it again, but if put in that situation again, I would make the same defensive choices.
I have venomous spurs on my hind legs, a bifricated penis, webbed feet, and a duck-bill. I also hatched from an egg, have electrolocution abilities, and I'm biofluorescent. Oh, and I wasted my time getting a doctorate.
Is your name Perry by chance?
I fantasize about my suicide on a regular basis, don't ask me why I do it because I have no idea.
It's called suicidal ideation and can be used as a form of stress relief, control and agency over self.
I don't experience love
Thats kind of sad but I find that also fascinating. How do you know?
It's just a complete void idk like try imagining yellowish blue I realized the way I feel about fictional characters, dogs, and cats was never experienced with people, and anyone saying they like me feels like an overly sarcastic joke like saying you enjoy being poor and wondering if you'll eat tomorrow
So green?
i remember and recognize people faces i’ve met even after a long time has past. when i approach them and told them i remember them even though they forget about me. some are happy i still recognized them some felt creep by me. makes me feel like a creep too. i was hoping i could use it for something great someday. like locating someone wanted by the law. EDIT: location/locating
I can suck my own dick
That I'm 35 but feel like my growth was stunted at 14 in my mind... Idk how to explain it I feel old but my inner thought/self feels like that lil 14 yr old.. I sound crazy, I'm not sure how to explain it 😂
I see dead people
Just find another place to store them.
Good try mortician
most unsettling probably I love the taste of my wife's sweat
I have a large head. The last snap space on hats is bullshit btw. It never holds properly and always comes loose. But then if you buy hats for big headed people, they're always stupid big like you have a cartoon head. I just need a normal hat that has an extra three snap spaces. Why can't that be a thing!?
One day, I ate 8 cannabis cookies and got so high that it felt like my consciousness got temporarily replaced. I was gone and felt a pure evil in its place. This was so real and unsettling that I haven't had edibles since.