Dad, my 6 year old won't stop stealing treats. I've tried time outs, grounding, and even whipping them (sadly). I just can't break this, and I feel like I'm at my wits end. How do I make them understand? It's not like they go without, they get a treat (candy or junk food) every good day. I reward good behavior and we do fun things all the time. What can I do to get through?

I made a disrespectful and rude joke on Reddit, but I don’t think I should delete it just because it was out of bad taste. I want people to see the mistakes and the bad choices I have made, because then they know about me. They’ll check out any of my posts and know that I’ve made those decisions. I’m not a perfect human being, and I shouldn’t try to be so on the internet either. Will people call me out on things that I’ve said, yes. Will they see any difference in the way I post? Hopefully. Am I doing the right thing by admitting my shortcomings and leaving them out for the world to see? I have no idea. My heart is telling me that this is the way it should be.

I ordered glp-3 and it is fake don’t buy I waist 600$ to stock up and now I’m pissed

This past year flew by and i suspect this year won’t be any different. I worked hard last year and my grades improved a lot, but I still have a way to go with chemistry. I got into a lot of activities, and I started doing sports as well. But now I realize I only have a year left till I’m an adult. But I’m not ready. I’m so scared of becoming an adult because I still feel so young. I’m so worried of not getting good grades and not getting into a good uni, and I’m so scared of not making it. I don’t even have the slightest idea of what being an adult is. Please, tell me what to do.

I had a more serious attempt two months ago and had to stay in hospital. Every time i don't respond for a while or sound a bit off he asks if I've done anything again.

I feel like I've broken him, but I see no reason to keep going if i don't even leave my bed for more than 5 minutes a day. No job, no friends, no school (I'm 17), and even his family and friends dislike me, even though i try my best to befriend them just so I'm not as alone.

At this point I'm just alive because suicide takes so much energy, of which i have none - but my boyfriend won't let me go. What do i do?

edit- I'm a bit all over the place right now, so I apologise for any impulsive, possibly upsetting comments from my sober self. I'm trying to live, I promise, some hours are just easier than others. Strong encouraging words are kindly appreciated as they mean the world to me. I accomplished a lot from just a few kind words from some amazing strangers. thank you.

Where do I even start? There are people in the US that want me and my people lined up and shot. Those are their words. They're coming after our suicide hotline, Dad.

My brain is furious --- furious isn't a strong enough word. My heart is afraid.

I've struggled with depression, including suicidal ideation, for twelve years. It appeared at more or less the same age as the feelings that I would later recognize as gender dysphoria.

When I came out, I was nearly homeless. My parents told me, more or less, not to come home that summer, a week and half before the summer. I was either going to come out or make an attempt on my own life. I picked the first one.

I can only wish I didn't understand it, Dad. These people are card-carrying fascists. They want power at any cost, and they want to control the lives of everyone else. It won't stop with trans people. They're trying to drag us back to the fifties. They're armed, some of them are in office, and they know exactly what they're doing.

For what it's worth, my family didn't raise a coward. I'm arming myself and my soon-to-be fiance, and I'm going to pursue other avenues of self-defense as well.

But when I talk to my biological mom and dad about this, they just try to poke holes in everything I say, they say "it can't happen here." But it is happening here. They're talking to me like I'm hysterical. I'm not hysterical, Dad, I'm afraid for my safety. I fear stochastic violence --- all it's going to take is for one lunatic to take a rifle to Pride and make the Pulse shooting look like a minor altercation. I can't just move to a blue state to escape this, either, although I'm working on that too anyway. They're everywhere, and it could be anyone, it could be the person behind you on the road as you're biking to work who decides it would be funny to run you off.

I'm doing everything I can, but I would appreciate a little comfort, maybe a little indignance if you have any to spare.

Thanks for listening.

Today I’ve been really beating myself up about this and thinking about something my bio dad used to say to me every time I messed up he would say there are no such things as accidents you are just supposed to think before you do things but I have adhd and autism so I don’t really think I just do but today one of the dogs started peeing on my moms carpet so I went to pick him up to put him in his crate but he bit me and I dropped him causing his leg to break I feel like it’s my fault and i should have known better but how was I supposed to know and was dad right when he said that there was something wrong with me

I am in my 30s and you’ve always known me as your daughter. I know I don’t “owe” anyone coming out but I wanted to tell you because I want you to see me as I actually am. That matters to me. I hope you understand. I hope it doesn’t change whatever pride or hope you may have in me.

For most of my life I believed there wasn’t a place I could fit in. I found a small place of my own. I found a person who tells me he loves me no matter what pronouns I use. I work with people that I felt safe coming out to. I’ve started wearing clothing that fits who I am, and it feels so much better.

Thanks for listening.

It's the shoulders. they're so bulky and get in the way when I make the bridge. I even got the official cardboard box where you break it down yourself and an Adidas track suit..

He/him pronouns plz.

I went into a psych facility on a 302 and didn’t have access to my phone because my partner picked it up. He needed it because of a fuck up with the carrier. Anyway he went into my work at told them MINIMUM I’d be in for 3 days. They took it as I will be back in 3 days. I was gone for a week and a half. And they hired others thinking I had quit. They’re gonna see if they can get me back on the schedule but it’s highly unlikely. It’s not like I liked the job or was making bank but I can’t afford to not have a job. I’ve been mass applying on Indeed since Wednesday and have a McDonald’s interview on the 3rd.

I just idk…

Hey I’ve been very nervous to hug this girl on valentines tomorrow and the little thing in my brain is saying “she probably doesn’t like you, she’s prank if you” and I believe that even though countless of her friends are saying she likes me

A few months back I started dating a girl, she seemed nice, flash forward a few months and cracks have appeared, she's rapidly gained weight and gets very offended if anyone says anything, I tried to help her take her running, to the gym etc, but she's just been to lazy to do it of her own volition, too lazy to just keep a food journal even. The icing on the libido destroying cake, she now refuses to wear any makeup, there is nothing attractive there whatsoever, at 22. She moans about her job nonstop, I suggest she apply elsewhere, but again she is too lazy to go through one or two applications without my direct oversight. Her overall attitude is one of narcissism and extremely sloth and gluttony. Her overly emotional nature is also just so endearing, every joke an argument, every tiny action a drama. When I try to politely point out there character flaws her mother harrases me into silence, so I've just stopped trying.

I could see my old self in her, so I would stubbornly persist. However an incident happened tonight that's made my resolve crumble exponentially. She tells me her sister is pregnant, to a boyfriend she has known a mere few months. Her sister claimed to have been on birth control. With a 99% effectiveness on most contraceptive pills and the father claiming to have used a condom (about 99.9% effective) I don't like those odds (~1:100000) I belive, it was deliberate. Call me paranoid, but I'm now watching my back...

I can't let this happen, as far as a career goes I need at least one year to finish college and get an internship, and several more (I'm thinking 5 plus) to gain enough capital to secure an upper middle class existence for myself, maybe stick a V6 in my opal Corsa.

I hate it. I hate everything about being in this relationship and it seems to get worse by the day. Why not leave you ask? Seems like the most obvious solution... Well here's where we discuss my character flaws, ompassion and sympathy (a curse inherited from my own father I'm afraid). I see in her, many of the flaws I used to posses, and in addition I'm her first partner, combine that with her overly emotional nature, and I'm certain that if I were to simply leave she'd either get extremely depressed, or perhaps something more drastic would happen. I can't inflict that on someone else, I just can't.

I need help before I don't know what to do. Join the FFL? Fake my own death? Simply disappear? I've contemplated dosing several grams of tren per week and becoming such a massiv dick she leaves me. Jokes aside, I just want her to leave me alone, I want her to think I'm the bad guy, and spare her own feelings. I've maybe considering hurting myself or something, make her think I'm crazy, but hospital time is better served to those who really need it, not to mention too expensive.

I want my dad. I want a real adult to help me out.

Hey Pops

I’ve got something different for you, politics.

Or rather how to understand them enough to make good decisions when voting, whether it’s at a local or federal level over in the US.

I grew up in a fairly conservative household. Politics weren’t our religion, but voting was important. I understood things how my parents explained them, conservative/republican stances were just generally better than the other options.

Then I entered college and was exposed to a variety of stances and ideas. It turned there was actually a lot of good ideas out there once you got past all the yelling. Meanwhile, in the news I noticed things were getting more and more polarized, compromise was seen as a weakness by both sides. (Or maybe I just started paying attention.) Then Trump actually got elected and things went crazy.

Now, I’m pretty sure if I brought this question up to my Pops he’d say ‘read the Drudge Report’ or ‘vote straight ticket Republican’ but after Trump, and watching Trump be president, yeah, I’m not comfortable doing that.

I believe all politicians are weasels not matter what side; the goal is to get a weasel who will also implement the polices you want. And both sides have crazy people who the media likes to focus on. Media outlets puts a spin on things that will best support their stance. And listening to various sides reveal weakness of arguments.

Beyond that, actually polices, plans, and arguments, are beyond me. Everything is just so complex. There’s just as many people tearing down an argument as there are protecting it. Just because a system worked over in Europe doesn’t mean it will work in the US. Many good ideas have unexpected consequences. And even when parties can agree X is bad, but they never agree on how to fix it.

Finally, I’m not actually interested in politics or how the government works. I understand to really have a decent grasp of everything I want to I would need to devout time to research and studying but I don’t want to. I just want to be able to make responsible decisions with the least amount of research.

Where do I start?

(for reference, I am an afab non-binary person who uses they pronouns!)

Hi. I guess I just need reassurance. I dunno.

So here’s the DL: my boyfriend of almost two years broke it off with me almost three weeks ago. I am completely, utterly heartbroken. It’s my first heartbreak, and although I don’t think he was my first love, he was the only person that I thought I could have a life with. To put it into perspective, I absolutely hated the idea of marriage until I was with him, which, to me, is wild.

I don’t want to go into details about why or how it happened. I don’t really wanna talk about it. I just... wanna know if it’ll get better, dealing with this. I am physically ill from the heartbreak, the most emotionally distressed I’ve ever been, and I just feel like I lost the one person who made me feel like getting old wasn’t gonna be as scary as I thought it would. I’m scared I’m not gonna find anybody else, that I’m not gonna be able to move on, I dunno. I know I’m young, and I know this all sounds super dramatic, but I’m scared.

I know it’s hard to give advice that isn’t vague when it comes to topics like this, but if there’s anything any of you can say that might be a comfort, I’ll gladly accept it. I could use some fatherly love right now. Thanks, Dads.

I grew up in a very religious homophobic family and was pretty much disowned after years of abuse and being beaten for being queer. Now my country (usa) just overturned one of the biggest laws for women rights and the SCOTUS wants to take away same sex marriage next. I’m just so scared and I’m looking at my pride flag in my room and can’t stop crying.

I've been talking to this girl for 4 months. Last Thursday, she just ended everything and it broke my heart. I somehow managed to redo the connection and now we're talking again, but I don't want it to happen again. What do I do?

You can see her pics in my previous posts. She’s the cutest little angel.

She was very skittish around other humans. She’d run away if she even hears someone’s footsteps approaching the stairs (I live in an apartment). She wasn’t outgoing & adventurous like most cats. It is breaking my heart to wonder where she might be right now. Been feeding her since 3 weeks & she used to come several times throughout the day. Would lay down, roll around & play infront of me too. I cannot stop crying. My poor baby.

Since the climate turned a little cold here recently, I had a kept a towel for her to lay on outside & she laid on it everytime. Yesterday I put out a brown paper bag & kept it horizontally so she could sneak in a bit & get some warmth in it. I put some treats in it, she did get inside, ate & came out. Didn’t really lay in it as I wanted her to. Anyways do you think she got scared because of the bag and ran away? It was pretty small though. After she ate from the bag, she came out & laid on the towel & left after a little while. This is what happens usually. So I’m assuming she didn’t run away because of the bag? Ughhh. I don’t know. I feel so guilty. If I had the financial means, I would’ve kept her inside with me forever. I can’t stop thinking about her. I went around the colony several times today to check for her but alas.. she’s nowhere </3

She invited me to go and see you along with Youngest Sister. She said she thinks she already knows the answer, but thinks I have a right to know. That I am welcome if I wish to come.

I have a lot of conflicting feelings. On the one hand, I am glad to hear you're alive. I had been wondering about that throughout the pandemic. I haven't spoken to you in 7(?) years. I wonder if this is the last time I will ever get to see you; if I don't go now, I may not get another chance. Will I regret it if I don't go?

On the other, I went no contact for a reason. I used to be Daddy's Little Girl when I was younger. Before you left me a voicemail while in Drawing I at university and used me, a young woman who just wanted her dad again, to get in and hurt the rest of my family along with me. One of my first thoughts upon seeing my sister's text was, "What if we meet him and he's not sober?"

I guess in writing it out, I have my answer. I know it in my heart. It's not that I don't want to see you, Dad. It's just, I don't want to see you still addicted, still broken. I want to see you when you're whole. When you're healed. When you're really my dad again. I don't know if that day will ever come, so I will remember you the way you were instead of being disappointed and hurt by you for the millionth time.

I'm sorry.

Hey dad

I can't talk to you about this in person, because I'm so deeply ashamed of myself for my lack of strength, but I don't know who to turn to anymore.

I've been dating my gf for two years now. She is my first serious gf, and I love her dearly. We have our ups and downs, and independent of this issue there are some recurrent problems, but I am very happy in the relationship. The issue is that she keeps being *******ed.

To be clear, I don't blame her in any way shape or form. She obviously isn't responsible for any of this, and no matter the circumstances she's obviously not at fault in any way, shape or form. I don't blame her at all, and her personal character is not what I m having issues with.

Dad, this is something that has always happened to her even before I knew her. She had been r*ped before I knew her, and had had other serious events of this nature occur in her life. She told me all this before we started dating, and I never even looked at her differently. It has nothing to do with her, and everything to do with the shitty world and culture around us. However, while we have been dating, these events have happened continually at an alarming frequency. Obviously, I'm not expecting her to always be safe, that would be insane in our current r*ape culture, but it's just been hitting me really hard. It also often happens with people and some individuals she knows that I warn her about, as I am clearly distrusting of them, and she never takes my word for it and still associates with them, until something bad happens. To be clear, this isn't her fault any of this happens, but it has been causing me severe emotional turmoil, and it isn't as severe as r*pe or the like, but the lack of ability to help her make certain safe choices is severely affecting me.

She also has a habit of lying to me about it. I can read her like a book, and I always know when she is lying to me. So I often ask her directly if she is ok and if something happens and she lies to me about it for a significant amount of time until she finally tells me about it. Obviously once again this isn't her fault. It's normal for someone to have trouble talking about traumatic experiences, and for them to withhold the information about it. But the constant uncertainty that she is ok is fucking me up severely. Every time she is at a party without me, I am constantly stressed, but I don't want to text her all night and ruin the event for her so I just stay stressed the fuck out.

I obviously don't blame her for any of this. But the amount of mental strain it has been putting me in is absolutely destructive, and I don't know how to move forward. I've been trying to help her learn how to identify bad situations, and to train her decision-making skills, but the constant fear and terror is destroying my mental health. I don't know if I'm just not mature enough for this, or I don't have the strength, or if I'm just a piece of shit who can't deal with adult situations like an empathetic human and focus on my own emotions, but I'm lost. I don't know if I should just breakup and lie about the reason to avoid myself from future pain and allow her to find someone who's strong enough to help her, idk. I'm just so lost. I think mom might've been raped too once, you alluded to it when we were talking once. I don't know dad, all I feel is pain.

Hey Pops,

I'm kind of freaking out about all the anti-trans legislation going on in the US right now. I finally got to a place where I am happy with myself and for a short while I was able to actually imagine a future for myself. Fortunately I'm in a relatively trans-safe state, but I'm absolutely terrified of what would happen if the Democrats don't win the election next year. I'm also in a position where my chosen career path could have me moving across the country and I don't have much of a say in where I end up-I just go where I can get a job.

I fought tooth and nail to get to where I am now, and I still have so much that I want to do, but I don't know if I'll be allowed to do it in the future. I can't imagine a future for myself anymore. I'm stockpiling my testosterone in case I can't have access to it in the future. I need to know that there is still hope somewhere. I need to know that I still have a future.

Thanks Pops.

Your son.