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Species: dog Age: 7 Sex/Neuter status: male/neutered Breed: chihuahua/terrier Body weight: 17 lbs History: fairly healthy dog who had recent dental surgery/cleaning. Was on Fresh Pet for years and switched to Purina Pro in September at vet’s recommendation Clinical signs: Belly looks distended, slightly elevated liver enzymes, 1.5 pound weight gain since September Duration: last 2-3 months Your general location: Connecticut Links to test results, vet reports, X-rays etc.
Most of the info above— I have a 7-year-old healthy chihuahua/terrier mix who had dental work in early January and due to this, we got extensive blood work done in September that came back totally normal. We also switched his food from FreshPet to Purina Pro at the recommendation of our vet.
About 2 months ago we started to notice his belly looked very pot bellied, almost like a puppy. He’s been overweight before and his belly never looked like that. He does not seem uncomfortable and is eating normally. He is mostly peeing normally though maybe slightly more “volume” than usual (longer pees.)
I took him to the vet and she said his liver enzymes are slightly elevated from September but not to a concerning level. She said it could be age related but combined with the belly I should do further testing. I’m having an ultrasound done and then I will also do the Cushing’s test if it looks appropriate based on the ultrasound.
Could this possibly related to the food change? My vet said no and she recommends Purina pro over the freshpet. Also, why would this come on so suddenly? Should I prepare myself for the worst if his liver is enlarged even if he has no other symptoms?
Thank you.

New throwaway account because, well, because this is embarrassing as hell.
I (19M) had sex for the first two times today and ten days ago with two different partners, both were nearby university students (one of them at the university I’m studying in), and everyone was completely sober both of these times. Because both were on birth control, we decided to do it raw. I’m tall, but not that tall down there (5” in the best of times) and shorter if I am not fully hard. I don’t use alcohol, drugs, nor smoke. I am in generally pretty good physical health, am fit enough to walk a lot without gettin tired. I can get hard quickly, when tap into a fantasy, especially if I put my hand there, but my hardness often goes away within a couple of minutes simply by me having my mind going somewhere else. I used to be rejected a lot, and I was excited to have sex.
Usually I am a really, really horny guy and I would have to masturbate once or even twice a day. When I masturbate I am really sensitive to pressure in my inner thighs, like an extra pillow or a blanket, between my legs, and that would bring me to orgasm within a few minutes. I think I am also somewhat sensitive to stimulation on my lower shaft. And I found I cum the easiest while laying down, face to my left. Laying down or laying in another direction needs a lot more time for a less satisfying finish. I’ve been masturbating like this since I was eleven or twelve. Oftentimes I accompany my masturbation with fantasies, visualizing myself plunging into some of my cute and nerdy classmates (I’m a CS major). I consume softcore porn a good amount, like masturbating to fit women in gym clothes or beautiful curvy women in leggings, although when I close my eyes I have imagined very hardcore and graphic fantasies I’ve read from sex subreddit (i.e. threesomes). I might be committing myself to some sort of a stupid death grip, I don’t know.
The first time, after we had kissed all over each other, and I’ve fingered her and ate her out, we tried missionary, I was basically just hard enough to do that, and we tried switching positions. Doggy took a lot of energy, and didn’t feel that good for the first partner, so we tried doing it in cowgirl. I was on my back and couldn’t stay hard enough for her to guide my penis into her vagina, so she blew me and we tried again. We failed again, and I tried doing it in missionary again and then I still wasn’t hard enough to fuck her again. I asked her to finish me with a blowjob, but, I couldn’t unless I humped her legs and came on her thighs. I felt embarrassed not being able to stay hard and cum in her like a normal person. Luckily, she reassured me afterwards, and I was lucky enough to make her cum twice on my fingers/lips and once while in missionary, so, that didn’t let my confidence drop to the seafloor.
I talked to a really close friend about this, he said that first time was a high-anxiety situation and this wouldn’t happen once it’s second time or whenever I feel comfortable just having casual sex.
The second time, now with the second partner, we kissed each other, and then I fingered her because I didn’t like the way she smelled down there (didn’t tell her though). I tried entering her in missionary, but the leg angle was awkward and her vagina was lower than the level of my legs. It was super awkward trying to enter her, my legs got my cock higher than comfortable to have sex in missionary, and I went soft. We decided to go for doggy. I was again barely hard enough to do doggy, and she enjoyed missionary more, so after a couple minutes we tried missionary again. Well, fuck, it didn’t work, and we tried doggy again and it didn’t work. We ended up cuddling because she didn’t want to have sex anymore. She asked if I wanted to come over another time to have sex. That made me just feel even worse about sexual performance.
I’m feeling horrible about myself, I don’t know why body just doesn’t want me to enjoy sex, and I am worried whether I can have children (I want to at some point in life). I am questioning why can’t I just enjoy sex, stay hard and cum like everyone else, after a lot of rejection while I was slightly younger and even hornier. My emotions are mostly sadness, mixed with a little anger and a bit of anxiousness about the future. If a particular issue will make me go to therapy, this might be it.
Maybe I’ll have to work at Microsoft when I graduate :(

I was leaving work tonight and was parked in front of one of those cement blocks that have light post placed in them so my only option is to back out to leave. The parking lot light is well lit. As I backed up I was looking in my camera at the body of the car behind me to make sure I was not getting too close, then all of a sudden I felt a little bump. I pulled forward and was a little shocked because I didnt think I was anywhere near the car but then had to do the whole forward and reverse to not hit the back of the car parked directly to my right because the car behind me practically wedged me in.
Nobody was outside and I'm not sure if theres cameras or not. I looked out my window and didnt see any damage to the car and left. When I got home I inspected my own vehicle and there was no damage.
Guilt and anxiety kept filling my head so I decided to drive back over to work to one, see if the car was there still and two just pull up in front of it to see if there was any damage. Again it's a well lit parking lot and I did notice that this truck was actually pulled up really far forward in their spot which explains why I couldnt see their dark colored bumber in my camera and why I was wedged in so much that I did bump it - I was more so paying attention to the body of the vehicle I could make out in my camera
I drove right up in front of it (twice to be sure) and looked out my drivers side window. It's a white truck and I couldnt make out any damage to the paint or the bumber the two times I drove around looking at it.
I work with a lot of people(in a restaurant) and know that this would be someone closing for the night at our place of work but I'm not sure who's car it is for sure. I know who is closing from our schedule so I can always see if they are there another day to figure out who's vehicle it is. And plan to next time I see it maybe just park near it and casually check the front in the day time more throughly to double, triple, quadruple check.
But I feel like I really didnt leave any damage especially since I was looking at the car as I backed out slowly. I just get really bad anxiety and cant stop thinking there may be some damage I couldn't see. I guess it's better that I probably work with this person so I'm sure it can be handle nicely IF there is damage to any part of their vehicle and most likely because I couldnt visibly see anything having been harmed on it - so I'd be surprised if they cared or even noticed by the time they leave work tonight.
I would have been far too embarassed to go in and ask around to find out who's car it is so that's why I drove back to check. But again, I saw nothing and there was nothing on my car.
I still feel a little guilty and know I should have probably gone in and asked around but if theres no visible damage- is not saying anything ok?

I've never been good at expressing myself or how I feel due to the stigma and outlandish nature and severity of some of my issues. But in the short 19 years I've been alive, I've never told anyone the things I've done, or the things others have done to me in an attempt to take them to my grave. But seeing as I outlived the life expectancy I imagined, I figured typing it out would allow me to let go of it and feel better because I feel horrible. So, without further stalling, I think I'll just hop into it, starting at the beginning.
When I was little, I lived a life similar to what I'm accustomed to now. Alone and fairly lonely, the few friends I had were due to being more well-adjusted or, at the very least, less fucked up. In addition, one of my friends was the child of my mother's best friend, and we were about the same age. The earliest memory I have is when I was 4 years old and something I can't remember happened. I was upset about something, and my mom left me in the room to cry while she went and played with my friend. While this situation has little relevance today, I think it's a good example of the catalyst that drove my behavior all through my life to what it is now, mainly my relationship with my mom, along with others we'll get to later.
My mother was not the nicest to me, and as I grew older, I would learn how much of an understatement that was. So skip forward a couple of years due to my memory and the irrelevancy of them to the story. Basically, I was a normal-ish kid with a few friends here and there who occasionally got in trouble, for which I almost always got my ass kicked, but who didn't? Jumping back in at around 9 years old, I was in the third grade, probably my favorite year in school due to having met my best friends and getting along with most other kids. The abuse had already taken hold at this age; I was already pretty apathetic to most feelings and never smiled. It was so noticeable that when I finally did smile, a girl at lunch pointed it out like she had seen a unicorn. But I wasn't depressed; I was just angry and didn't know how to express myself.
As a result, I got into more trouble, some of it BS, some of it not, such as my music teacher sending me to the principal for mouthing curse words while quietly talking to myself. In my defense, I wasn't talking about her; I was all the way in the back and didn't know the ambiguous individual could read lips. In fifth grade, I had a female teacher and her assistant whom I disliked because the teacher, in my opinion, was a dick and her assistant would constantly misinterpret what I said as if I were speaking Japanese. She asked me for a paper, and it being a round table, I didn't want to bend all the way across the table to slide her the paper. So I slid the paper gently across the table, and, as anticlimactic as it sounds, the paper slowly made its way to her, and she did not even attempt to grab it or stop it. Instead, she let it fall on the floor and claimed I "threw" it at her. I got sent to my homie at this point, the principal (she wasn't my biggest fan either).
These two incidents led to some of the worst ass beatings I've received at this point in my life. I would later come home to my mom, who is about 2.5 times bigger and stronger than me, and she was furious. I was punched in my chest and thrown into a stool on the ground, followed by a merciless beating with a belt, and left alone to stare at a wall, wallowing in my sadness. I think I could have handled the physical abuse, but the most damaging was the mental and verbal abuse. I would be forced to strip down to my t-shirt and underwear and stand at the door for hours. while she faked phone calls to my relatives, telling them to come get me and that I'd be leaving, before telling me to go sit down. I was constantly threatened with my life if I didn't comply, told I was a worthless "father less individual", etc. I would yell and scream so loudly that apparently our neighbors could hear it, which led to DCFS being called.
How it was explained to me was that the lady next door was crazy (even though we knew her kid, who was like 2 years younger and went to the same school), and the DCFS agent would take me away to a horrible place, a foster home. My mother told me that if that were the case, I wouldn't be placed with my other family members; nope, straight to the government. She came in my room a week before the agent to "warn" me of the dangers I might face if I snitched on her. She made me watch an hour-long documentary about people who were abused by the staff of foster homes, drilling into my head that if I ended up there, the other kids would pick on me and steal from me. That the staff would repeatedly molest (she had a weird thing with this one; I was asked about it every other day if "someone was playing with my butt" completely unprompted from 3rd to 6th grade) me and my toe would be eaten by mice as she claimed happened to my cousin (apparently he needed his toe graphed back on but I never confirmed this with him).
All of this terrified me, so when the time came to nut up or shut up, my nuts retracted back upstairs, and I most definitely shut up big time. Unable to process my emotions, they started manifesting in anger, which led to me being excluded from certain events at school like the outdoor fun day. I had to stay inside while everyone else played. The principal told me that she was going easy on me, and had she been following the rules, I'd have been expelled from elementary school already (I did get suspended though). When it came time to visit the middle school near the end of the year, I had to beg them to let me go because apparently my reputation preceded me, and the middle school principal knew who I was and asked me not to come because of my behavior. My mother had an overwhelming amount of control over my life and others that I would only learn about when I was older (she was responsible for me being in the same class as my best friend 3rd through 5th grade and making sure they served food I would eat on an out-of-state field trip so I wouldn't starve). (It's not really negative, but it sets the tone for how it would soon turn negative.)
Sixth grade rolled around, but this time I got to stay with my great-grandmother in the south. The entire time away from my mother and I improved significantly; I made a lot more friends (probably because of southern hospitality) and overall had a good time (trust me, it was an oddly cool school with equally cool teachers) except for a couple other issues that came with living with my grandma. I returned the next year to mom and a new middle school. All that progress from earlier, yeah, went straight out the window almost immediately. My anger had subsided, and what was left developed into a deep depression and resentment for people, my mom included. I thought people were worthless, making friends useless, so I went out of my way to avoid most people for the longest time. Until I succumbed to my social urges and made a few friends by avoiding the lunch room and eating in one of the science classes with some kids I had other classes with. During this time, I was reluctantly in "therapy" (I had been there since elementary, just talking to social workers, but nothing came of it until now).
Trouble would always seem to follow me; anytime a message was relayed from the school to mom, it almost guaranteed an ass beating. I would seemingly get in trouble for nothing, and my teachers would unknowingly be sending me on my way down death row to meet the executioner. Once I got in trouble for "throwing" another paper. I didn't realize we needed it and put it in the recycling, but the teacher saw it and told me to keep it, so I put it under my seat, and it fell through the bars of my chair basket while I wasn't looking, and she was mad at me for it. I also told my math teacher to "stop harassing me" because every 5 minutes she was hounding me about completing some work I had no intention of doing. That mistake was damn near fatal because, for some reason, I wasn't allowed to feel harassed, and telling my teacher that was apparently way out of pocket. I should also mention I had good grades up until I eventually began failing them.
All of this leads to more violent abuse. I was shoved into a wall, which hurt my arm so bad I needed an ice pack (and had to lie to the nurse about why I needed it). The next day, I was repeatedly hit with a broom, picked up by my collar, and slammed into walls before being thrown on the ground. The physical pain would subside in hours, but because what was done and said to me never left, I would almost always be left to sit and stare alone with my thoughts, and because of this, my mental state would degrade rapidly. Nothing else could bring me to tears like the pain of the person responsible for your entire life, who was supposed to love you unconditionally, constantly tormenting you. Her words would pierce and sting, while the same thing said to me by anyone else would roll off me like water off a duck's back.
Unable to escape the constant beratement, and depending on the severity, this would send me into suicidal spirals, and when I hit emotional rock bottom and couldn't feel any worse about myself, it was the only thing I looked forward to and all I thought about for months. When people asked me, "NT (Me), what are you going to be when you grow up?" or "NT, you're getting older. Have you thought about what you're going to do when you reach x (usually 18+) years old?" I had no idea, no answer. In my mind, living to be older than 16 seemed impossible. They were right when they said time would fly by. Back at school, the stress was getting to me. During a random game of Uno, I broke down and expressed some of my feelings, along with the fact that I was almost getting my ass beat with random objects on a weekly basis.
This ultimately led to no improvements in my life, just more people in my business. The process of them trying to help was akin to getting a law passed, full of procedures and red tape they had to follow because there was no physical evidence—I had no cuts, bruises, or wounds they could see. All they had to go on was the testimony of an emotionally disturbed preteen. They recommended I be placed in a mental hospital. I stayed after school while they called my dad to pick me up, and the car ride was silent until we arrived at the hospital. He asked, "Do you want to go in?" I said, "Yeah," and he couldn't figure out why he said I had it easy as a child. Because all I had to worry about was school and I had no bills to pay, I shouldn't have any reason to kill myself. I was essentially overreacting to him. So we went home.
Because I'm about to enter the next arc of my story. I'll share some extra fun facts that aren't directly related to the story, but I'd be remiss if I didn't. Our principal told us we had too many students for what the building was originally intended for. One day, while walking up the narrow stairs in between a crowd of kids rushing for their lockers, I was knocked over and trampled. I had at least two feet up my ass, one in my back, and one on top of my head, and I couldn't get up because no one could see me. Not long after, a teacher had to stop them from walking up the stairs so I could get up. When I got to my locker, the person whose locker was next to mine casually mentioned the trampling, and to be honest, it had only happened 30 seconds before, so I was pretty blown when she said that (I looked at her like, yeah, ambiguous individual, that was me y'all were just stepping on) and I told her, "Yeah, that was me." But let's not forget the time two of my classmates were fucking around playfighting and threw each other in such a way that the dude kicked me in the face. I sat in the same spot on the wall while waiting for my teacher, and, believe it or not, lightning does strike twice, because they were fucking around again and kicked me in the face in nearly the same way. This was an advisory class we had only once a week, and to make a long story even longer, I learned not to sit next to that wall anymore.
I began high school at the age of 14 and remained largely unchanged during this time. I still couldn't talk to anyone and dealt with the stress of going home to my mom, which significantly impacted how I behaved and how my grades would turn out at first. I had almost all A's before spiraling downward; at that point, I stopped caring what others thought of me and did whatever I could to make myself feel better. I would sleep in hallways on the floor, skip class, and do little to no work. I couldn't concentrate and wasn't worried about the consequences of my decisions until I graduated. The food in my house would run short, and my mom always told me if I ate it all before she went back to the grocery store, she wouldn't buy any more. I started skipping meals and eating less per meal to stretch the food we had, and at times I couldn't move without being doubled over in pain.
I was confined to my room almost constantly. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere but school, a couple of nearby restaurants, and back home. I couldn't leave my house if I wanted to hang out with friends (if only I had any) because I had to be in her presence at all times. I hypothesized about going to hang out with a female friend and was told I wouldn't be allowed to without her following behind us (I was 17 when I asked). If I wanted to hang out with a male friend, they had to go through a background check of sorts (it was easier to get a gun card than to get some friends I could hang with). I had to get their parents' phone numbers so she could talk to them, and then she would decide whether or not I could go, which wasn't even a guarantee. Imagine you're in school, and a kid who wants to be friends with you tells you they need your parents to talk to each other and give their permission. That's embarrassing. I would imagine I'd be laughed at and made fun of, or they wouldn't go through all the trouble for someone who was already known as an incredibly strange individual, so most of the time I never tried out of fear of this.
I had no way to cope surrounded by people, and knowing what some of them might think of me, I would put my head down for weeks in every class because at this point I was genuinely terrified of people. I had developed selective mutism and would not talk to 98 percent of students and about 80 to 90 percent of staff; when I did, it was in short, vague sentences and almost only when spoken to. Up until I was 15, the abuse continued the same as before, but as I got older, it became more Physical I had mostly stopped getting hit with belts, and when I did get hit, it was in the arm and chest, with the occasional hit in the mouth. I'd be backed into a corner while my mother yelled the most vile and hurtful things at me. I was told I ruined her life and that I kept her from having a life. If I ever lost my keys, I would immediately be in trouble, but if I lied about it, that was even worse. My mom worked from home before it was cool to work from home, so she was almost constantly home. If I had lied about having my keys, I would have been locked out of the house for hours until she finished working, rain or shine; snowing and cold; hot and humid; it didn't matter. But that mostly stopped when the damage it did to me became apparent, and I had a psychotic episode.
My mother was upset with me for some reason and was yelling loudly about how worthless I was, that she wished I was never born, and so on. (At this point, I was the most miserable I'd been in a long time. My mental state was comparable to the fragility of a ceramic plate: solid, sturdy, and functional. Just pray to God you don't drop it if you'd like it to remain intact.) I became late because I had misplaced my hat, but when I told her I had it in my pocket, she said, "Let me see it then; why is it not on your head? Put it on!" So I began looking for my hat in my bookbag, and when I found it, she snatched it from my grasp and smacked me on the head with it. I felt something click inside me, like a light switch being turned on. Without warning, I began having a psychotic breakdown. I put my hands on my head and started screaming as loud as I could uncontrollably, "I can't take it! I can't take it anymore," repeatedly while frantically shuffling like a chicken with its head cut off in front of my mom. I had no control over my actions, and my mother stopped me and pulled my hands off my head, but I wouldn't stop screaming, and she had to calm me down in order for me to stop. It was terrifying for the both of us because I think it was the first time she had ever seen anything like that, and it was the first time I ever did anything like that. The feeling was terrifying almost indescribable the closest comparison I could make is to the tea cup scene from get out. I felt like I got yanked out my body while simultaneously remaining in there like my soul was trapped behind my eyes and all I could do is watch.
After that experience, my mother began to soften her stance toward me, and the big 19 began, so I had virtual classes for about two years that I never finished, but I persevered and eventually graduated (while failing a significant number of classes), and when I did, I was enrolled in an alternative school. When I was eighteen, me and my mom got into an argument because I didn't want to go back to school. It was boring and sad because there were only two or three kids in my class, and we did elementary school work all day. There were no phones, we had to wear uniforms, and free time was scarce. The only slightly good part was that we worked a couple hours a day and they paid us. But it was only four dollars an hour, and we worked two hours each day unless you were in the special work program, which meant you worked two extra hours after school. With the long cab ride there, I'd get home around 5:30 to 6:00 every day, only to wake up at 8 a.m. and do it all over again. But we agreed that if I found a job before school resumed, I wouldn't have to go. I had a week and a half to do it.
I applied everywhere and even made it all the way through orientation at one place, but I was in a factory doing 12 hour shifts and about 4 miles from my house, so I turned it down because I was scared and had to be realistic because walking multiple miles through areas I'd never been to daily was just too much for me. I was told I had to leave if I wasn't working or going to school, and I couldn't stay the night. I was kicked out after calling my grandparents, who said I could stay with them. I packed two weeks worth of clothes and walked over there. The first few weeks were weird, but I finally saw the light at the end of the world's darkest and longest tunnel. For the first time in years, I knew what it was like to not be abused and verbally assaulted on a daily basis. But, unfortunately, I was beyond repair, at least on my own. I searched for a job and tried to enroll in college, but I was never taught or allowed to do that growing up. I was raised indoors and was never taught the skills needed to survive outside. I still didn't know how to talk to people, and I was terrified of them. I would have panic attacks a couple times a month and rely on others to feed and clothe me. I was wearing the same two weeks worth of clothes for several months until my great-grandmother sent me more.
Around this time I started smoking weed, and it was amazing how those first times getting high were the best and made me forget all about my problems and truly relax. But I didn't know what I was getting into and developed an exponentially growing habit. I started taking fake Xanax and getting slumped while I went about my day high as a kite. Just to forget about the majority of what I did the following day. The only reason my Xan problem didn't get out of hand was that I kept losing all of the pills after a few times, so I stopped buying them. But it was too late when I exhausted the small amount I had and began withdrawing. Let me tell you, like anyone else who has dealt with Xan withdrawals will tell you, they are not to be played with; hell isn't even a good enough comparison. It's something I truly wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. (My mom excluded.) I had severe paranoia, extreme agitation, a splitting headache that wouldn't quit, and panic attacks frequently (plus a strong urge to KMS as well, which is normal at this point). But I was lucky: Xanax is the only drug that can kill you by going cold turkey, and if your body became physically dependent, you were more than likely to have multiple seizures coming your way.
My replacement for Xanax was fake Mallinckrodt pills, aka dirty 30s, blues, perc 30s, or whatever name you used or knew they were synonymous with fentanyl or worse. (Believe me when I say they most definitely make things worse than fent) I'm confident I got worse because they didn't test positive for fent, which means its something the test couldn't detect. I turned full junkie and was smoking them off foil before I was 19. I overdosed twice going to sleep, and I was never confident if I was going to wake up. The opioid withdrawals are 100x easier than the Xans, and I was smoking drugs stronger than fentanyl. I quit those, and not too long after, I was taking fake ecstasy pills and Molly capsules, which, aside from the slight stimulant psychosis and vomiting, were probably my favorites. They let me experience happiness for the first time and gave me the ability to communicate and interact with other people. It felt like I'd been missing something my entire life.
Now I'm 19 on the cusp of being a broke "adult" with no real skills, aspirations, or anything positive going for him. This year I discovered while in high school I was diagnosed with autism, ADHD, ODD, social anxiety disorder, and antisocial personality disorder, all while attending school, and nobody ever told me or hinted at it to me in the slightest at all. I guess they just wanted me to cruise through life ignorant and struggling. I'm constantly reminded of how much of a burden I am because I can't do much more than take care of myself. I hide it somewhat well due to my lifelong fear of being mistaken for insane, but it takes an enormous amount of effort to even get out of bed and make something to eat. In order to keep the invasive thoughts and feelings away, I have to keep myself entertained and amused all day or else the feelings come rushing back. I honestly hate my life. I have little to look forward to and regret my almost entire life due to me ruining any chance at fun I had growing up because of how I behaved. I can barely leave my house, and if I go anywhere beyond a couple of blocks, I have panic attacks and get extreme anxiety that effects me physically. I feel my ability to comprehend and understand things slowing down. It's harder to focus and pay attention, and I feel almost like an alien when I'm around other people.
Recently, I had a phone call with my mom and had a panic attack (we haven't spoken in 2 years since I was put out). It was just like old times, when she was mad at me about a misunderstanding and was yelling and screaming about how I don't care that I'm wasting her money. (she bought my phone as a gift on a payment plan when I turned 18) As an adult I felt extremely disrespected by the things she said so before my mental health suffered anymore I hung up mid sentence and blocked her. The next day my phone was bricked and completely unusable, as it was technically not paid for, so somebody had to get me a new phone. Today I feel extremely hopeless towards any chance of repairing my life. I don't know what to do and I wish I did. I wish I could shake this dead man walking feeling I've got. Throughout the day, life doesn't even feel real at times. I feel as though if I keep hanging in there, eventually someone's going to find me hanging from somewhere. I don't know how my relatives do it. I could never imagine being their age. This isn't everything that's ever happened to me (I know it's hard to believe), but I feel I've described my story as concisely as possible in a semi-chronological order. Anything else would just be extra or I'd be repeating myself. With all that being said, my think noodle is hurting, and I think (clearly I do too much of this) I need to find it some dopamine. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read this fully because, as God knows, I can't tell a living soul who knows me this. Night. -NT

Hi! I'm an FTM (Transman) Daddy, located in the UK, about an hour away from London.
I'm 56kg, slim build, but squishy "dad bod" type. 5"6ish. Blue/grey eyes. Dark blonde/brown hair, I usually have facial hair or a full on beard. I'm happy to share selfies in dms :)
Seeking a monogamous relationship that would be a mix of vanilla and 24/7 ddlg/cgl dynamic. My preference is ciswomen, preferably my height or shorter (though not a deal breaker at all!), and I do want children some day.
Some of my interests are videogames, movies, animation, true crime, psychology and music, who doesn't like music? :p I also adore animals, so if you have any pets I always love to be spammed with cute pics!! I am 420 friendly and smoke regularly, stoner littles are welcome lol
As a Daddy I am naturally protective and affectionate. I love taking care of my princess, doting on her and showering her with attention and praise throughout the day. Feeding, dressing, bathing, colouring, tea parties, teddy bear picnics, watching cartoons in a pile of stuffies, and all of that good stuff! Oh, and all of the headpats and forehead kisses!! 💖 I always try my best to encourage, praise, and nurture my princess and make sure she knows just how special she is 💖
I'm not particularly strict, but I enjoy taking a disciplinary role when it's required/wanted. Rules, routines and punishments/funishments is something we can arrange together if my princess wants them. And appropriate after care ofcourse!
Kinks we can discuss later down the line. I am very open minded and respectful of limits. Though it isn't everything, the sexual aspects of the dynamic are important to me. I do have a high sex drive, and I like to please lol
Ideally I would like something long term and serious so I'm happy to take things slow with the right person. I do not expect to jump into a ddlg/cgl dynamic right away!
I like to take things at a natural pace and get to know each other as friends before diving into things.
I use discord, no kik or snap sorry! Obviously getting to know each other online is expected, but I would like to develop a real relationship over time with the intention of meeting eventually so please be comfortable with sharing photos or video calling to confirm identity early on :)
UK only sorry! South East or near London is best. Long distance doesn't work for me unfortunately, I don't drive (no one does in my city lol) and not being able to give headpats hurts too much :(
I hope to hear from you soon! x

As I sit here feeding our second baby in the middle in the middle of the night I decided to write our birth story.
I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions consistently for 4 days by the time I went into actual labour. I knew things had changed around 1pm on Monday when I went to the toilet and found a lot of pink tinged mucus after urinating. Suddenly the BH contractions seemed to be getting closer together and weren't starting to feel like a practice anymore. I was getting painful surges every 4 minutes, which by 2.30 became every 2 minutes. We headed to the hospital- 3 cm dilated. Due to having an underlying medical condition, the plan had been to get an early epidural to ensure that should I need an emergancy section etc, I wouldn't have to be put under general anaesthetic. My midwife (UK based) was excellent. She listened and followed my wishes to the T. The drs tried to fobb us off for another 4 hours but I said no and insisted the plan be followed. The epidural was placed and we settled in for the evening. It only worked on one side initially but after a top up and turning from side to side, we were once again good to go.
At around 1am I started feeling some pressure and asked midwife to check baby's location. She was literally on her way out! The gloves went on and after another 2 contractions and 4 rounds of pushing, she was born. Our little girl. 8 pounds 9 ounces (3.9kg) only slightly smaller than her brother at 3.98kg or 8 pounds 11 oz, two years earlier.
As the midwife delivered the placenta she noticed some bleeding. I had a secondndegree tear so she said it was likely a bleeder located there and clamped a vessel. It didn't stop. She got the Dr who confirmed it was coming from higher up. initially he thought my cervix was grazed and he packed my vagina. After 20 mins, the pack was removed but the bleeding was only getting worse. He realised I'd torn my cervix and by this point I'd lost a liter of blood. I began to get very frightened, but the surgeon was so reassuring. He crouched by my head and said "Do you see anyone running about and hanging blood?Do you hear any alarms? is anyone else looking scared? No. We have got this. You're going to be just fine- I'll have you sorted right away. Please don't worry." I felt immediately calmer and was so thankful he took the time to reassure me.
We rushed to theatre, my epidural was topped up to a spinal and I was strapped onto the operating table and titled so that my head was hanging towards the floor as they got to work at the other end. Cervix was sutured up, fluids given, packing placed and I was put on 24 hours bed rest in the high dependency unit.
I was absolutely off my face on medication for a few hours (pethidine etc given during the theatre trip!) and my reccomendation would be to ask for an anti emetic in that situation- I felt it helped me greatly throughout that part of the experience, as the medication began to make me feel horrible - especially the medication given to help reduce bleeding - it started to dry heave as soon as it entered my body. Once the zofran kicked in - I was much much happier.
After 24 hours the packing was removed and the bleeding didn't start up again. We transferred to the general post partum ward and were discharged late on the 22nd March.
Although some elements of my experience were frightening- overall I feel very positive about my experience.The people who needed to listened to me, the whole team on the floor moved swiftly and kindly to correct the issue post partum. We were treated with respect and care throughout...and best of all - we have our lovely new baby girl, Evelyn Elizabeth to join us and her big brother on our journey through life.

I just don't get how that Texas accept Hooters, the Rockeetes, adult and not even pre-teen beauty pageants (the literally sense of grooming kids). Victoria Secrets (when I was a kid my 14 year old girlfriend brought me into a Victoria's secret and danced while holding see through underwear in front of me asking what I would like). I remember that there were mannequins everywhere wearing the same shit adult lingerie she's posing with their tits and ass and giving me a hard on. Her parents had no issues allowing her to sunbathe nude weekly at 14 years old around male adults that worked at the place, I know because when I was 22ish a friend of mine was dating a 45+ year old that bought a sunbathing storefront in Grapevine just with parents parental permission underage minors would come in with skimpy bathing suit, a lot wearing thongs that had the "whale tail" thing going on. Then go in the room completely undress and wear a short towel to go get in the sunbathing pods. Porn websites that literally you can click "I agree" and see every fetish in the book thousands and thousands of youtube "soft porn" videos 100s of videos I've literally found cookie/history leftovers of animal porn from a minors computer that I was asked to tune up their kids computer. You can literally give a shot of whiskey a beer or a long island tea or whatever just with parental consent. Allowing adults to legally buy a high powered rifle because they pass a background check so they can go to an elementary school and literally kill 20+ kids and teachers and 200+ cops won't risk their lives for kids because he had an AR-15 and had no problems blowing 20+ kids away, 911 calls of kids crying saying their best friend was blown away and had a 12 inch hole in his head seem to not bother any politician. Instead of tightening up these loose ends they make it even easier for someone to publicly carry a weapon of war, but they tell me how irresponsible gun owners and UN-diagnosed mental issues and pistols are the real problem and its not AR-15s. But pass nothing to help these individuals and then make it even easier for these types of people to carry a hoard of guns legally with no medical intervention.
Now even as an adult they are removing the ability to choose for yourself by removing health insurance for these surgeries
64% of boys are sexual butchered by circumcision just on the word of their parents and this belief that God wanted it, yet 100+ years of being butchered without the child/minor consenting to this is completely acceptable between your doctor and your parent. I sure the fuck didn't want to be sexually mutilated within days of being born. Suddenly a 13yr old minor can't consent to a sex change, even with a parents permission. But a literal baby can be permanently sexual butchered by only one parent without the minors permission if he wants it or not, no one waits for the kid to even being a pre-teen to ask if he wants his foreskin to be removed.
I know the GOP and democrats both have hypocritical views on things, but these things have been around for decades and not one bill has been passed on any of this shit and getting tired of people telling me how transsexuals and these books that literally have very little or zero evidence are constantly thrown in my face that they are grooming and ruining kids lives.
I just want to add I ran a BBS in the 90s called "The Necromancer" when I was around 14 in the DFW area and my handle was -=>MadMark<=- and I had a ZERO day warez board, with my 16.8k HST modem from US robotics yet people uploaded 100s and 100s of porn pictures to my BBS to get upload credit so they could download warez and I had to constantly delete them and warn people from flooding my BBS with extreme porn. No-one gave a shit then and still don't give a shit because they are focused attacking drag shows instead of going after real issues that kids are facing today. Way more grow up being bullied. I'm disabled a got bullied a lot and adults were sympathetic the first time to my pleas, but became extremely annoyed and would start blaming me and listening to the bully and start repeating what the bully said about me to me and expect me to defend it
I know this is long winded and I apologize, just trying to figure out why so much hatred suddenly and pretending to be protecting kids and ignoring the much bigger elephant(s) in the room.

FINAL DRAFT: To post to Subreddits.
Slenderman has always been an internet rumor of sorts. You know, the sort of thing that you only see in videogames, videos of creepypastas, let’s play, et cetera, et cetera. This was how I believed Slenderman, just a sort of internet rumor of sorts. That was, until I changed my belief of Slenderman after I had an experience of sorts with him.
I remember I played Slenderman a lot as a kid and was only scared by it at first because I do not get scared easily, but one day I discovered a new story of sorts that changed my belief of Slenderman as only a game. An internet advertisement when I was watching let’s plays told me that Slenderman was watching me, and this scared me a little bit but again it did not scare me a lot because it is very difficult to scare me. Just for reference I did not even get scared when a bee or even a wasp landed on my bare skin.
I clicked on the advertisement because of curiosity, and it directed or redirected my browser to a website of sorts that displayed nothing more than a black screen with hyperrealistic blood and Slenderman in the middle surrounded by hyperrealistic blood and guts and disgusting bits. Of course this was very disturbing but because I was not scared I clicked on Slenderman because I believed it could have been a game of sorts or a “ARG” which I saw a video about a little bit ago.
When I clicked my mouse on Slenderman I heard suddenly a very loud noise of sorts that was very high pitched and was also extremely disturbing. Even I was taken a-back and had to take off my earbuds because it scared me so badly, which does not happen often even when wasps land on me. When I looked back at Slenderman on the screen there was a smaller Slenderman next to the normal Slenderman also covered in hyperrealistic blood, and he told me that he is “Slenderman Jr.”. Of course this was some sort of joke or if it was not it was very scary.
At this same time the website that this advertisement led me to was closed all by itself. In fact at this time I was not even putting my hands anywhere near my iPad because I was too busy covering my ears because of the noise of sorts that had just played through my earbuds. After the website closed I saw on my iPad screen “1 out of 8 websites discovered.” I muttered under my breath this is no joke because this could not be a game or “ARG” or anything other than a Slenderman curse, or a curse from Slenderman Jr. because Slenderman only works with pages, Slenderman Jr. works with websites of sorts, a different type of “pages” of sorts.
I immediately began to look for different advertisements but there were 7 to be found and I was also a little bit scared that Slenderman Jr. would find me on the websites which would be a jump-scare of sorts which I saw in many of the let’s play videos I watched. I tried calling the police officers because at this time I was so scared but instead of going to voice-mail instead I think it was Slenderman Jr. who picked up because he told me you can not hide until you have discovered all 8 of the websites. Ok, what?
As I browsed YouTube for more advertisements the YouTube 666 glitch occurred and my YouTube began to be covered in hyperrealistic blood with weird noises of sorts that disturbed me and created a desultory feeling inside of me. Even though there was blood everywhere and it was even possible that at the same time I was being cursed by the Devil or Slenderman Jr. with his powers of sorts I still was happy because these brought me more advertisements. Before I knew it I even found the second website from an advertisement that showed Slenderman Jr. holding me as a hyperrealistic body with hyperrealistic blood, too.
Very quickly I found many of the rest of the websites but because Slenderman Jr. was a trickster of sorts like a fox or another fairy tale character he put fake websites to deceive me these websites also were deadly because Slenderman Jr. made eye contact with me even though he has no eyes he could still see me through the screen somehow. Or maybe he was not seeing me through the screen?
After I found the sixth website I was called by the police officer. I am saved I thought until I picked it up and realized how boned I really am. Slenderman Jr. said he killed the police officer and I was next if I dared to collect the pages and see his story. I dropped the phone really hard and began to look for the last websites. I also heard a noise inside of my house which I believed was my parents or older brother because what else would it be?
It was not my parents or older brother because when I found the 7th page a tall man of sorts teleported to me in my bedroom through the door. He was probably heading for the source of the pages which was my iPad. At that time I was about to scream Slenderman but I noticed it was Slenderman Jr. because he was covered in realistic blood and also was shorter than I remember Slenderman from the games and advertisements I saw.
When I saw Slenderman Jr. I remembered always look away because if you look at Slenderman or now Slenderman Jr. it could be the last thing you ever see so I had to shut my eyes tight and leave the room to go outside to collect the final website. It felt like I was now in the let’s play videos I watched because at the same time I walked around with my iPad outside trying to find the last website and not look at Slenderman Jr. or I will sort of die.
Just as I discovered the final advertisement I was about to direct myself to the website but I heard a large scream of sorts that sounded like my mom. I was about to end this but thought I must save my mom. I ran back to the house when I realized blood was everywhere and no where were my parents only Slenderman Jr. in the corner of my eye he was about to destroy me. Uh oh. I ran to my parents bed room and they were there and safe too so what was the scream was it Slenderman Jr. being a trickster of sorts?
This was answered when I clicked on the final website and 8/8 websites discovered. However Slenderman Jr. only got more mad when he said 8 out of 8 websites discovered… how many websites have you completed? He grew a smile so big that it finally made me so scared I could only scream as he demolished me forever. Slenderman Jr., son of slenderman.

FINAL DRAFT: To post to Subreddits.
Slenderman has always been an internet rumor of sorts. You know, the sort of thing that you only see in videogames, videos of creepypastas, let’s play, et cetera, et cetera. This was how I believed Slenderman, just a sort of internet rumor of sorts. That was, until I changed my belief of Slenderman after I had an experience of sorts with him.
I remember I played Slenderman a lot as a kid and was only scared by it at first because I do not get scared easily, but one day I discovered a new story of sorts that changed my belief of Slenderman as only a game. An internet advertisement when I was watching let’s plays told me that Slenderman was watching me, and this scared me a little bit but again it did not scare me a lot because it is very difficult to scare me. Just for reference I did not even get scared when a bee or even a wasp landed on my bare skin.
I clicked on the advertisement because of curiosity, and it directed or redirected my browser to a website of sorts that displayed nothing more than a black screen with hyperrealistic blood and Slenderman in the middle surrounded by hyperrealistic blood and guts and disgusting bits. Of course this was very disturbing but because I was not scared I clicked on Slenderman because I believed it could have been a game of sorts or a “ARG” which I saw a video about a little bit ago.
When I clicked my mouse on Slenderman I heard suddenly a very loud noise of sorts that was very high pitched and was also extremely disturbing. Even I was taken a-back and had to take off my earbuds because it scared me so badly, which does not happen often even when wasps land on me. When I looked back at Slenderman on the screen there was a smaller Slenderman next to the normal Slenderman also covered in hyperrealistic blood, and he told me that he is “Slenderman Jr.”. Of course this was some sort of joke or if it was not it was very scary.
At this same time the website that this advertisement led me to was closed all by itself. In fact at this time I was not even putting my hands anywhere near my iPad because I was too busy covering my ears because of the noise of sorts that had just played through my earbuds. After the website closed I saw on my iPad screen “1 out of 8 websites discovered.” I muttered under my breath this is no joke because this could not be a game or “ARG” or anything other than a Slenderman curse, or a curse from Slenderman Jr. because Slenderman only works with pages, Slenderman Jr. works with websites of sorts, a different type of “pages” of sorts.
I immediately began to look for different advertisements but there were 7 to be found and I was also a little bit scared that Slenderman Jr. would find me on the websites which would be a jump-scare of sorts which I saw in many of the let’s play videos I watched. I tried calling the police officers because at this time I was so scared but instead of going to voice-mail instead I think it was Slenderman Jr. who picked up because he told me you can not hide until you have discovered all 8 of the websites. Ok, what?
As I browsed YouTube for more advertisements the YouTube 666 glitch occurred and my YouTube began to be covered in hyperrealistic blood with weird noises of sorts that disturbed me and created a desultory feeling inside of me. Even though there was blood everywhere and it was even possible that at the same time I was being cursed by the Devil or Slenderman Jr. with his powers of sorts I still was happy because these brought me more advertisements. Before I knew it I even found the second website from an advertisement that showed Slenderman Jr. holding me as a hyperrealistic body with hyperrealistic blood, too.
Very quickly I found many of the rest of the websites but because Slenderman Jr. was a trickster of sorts like a fox or another fairy tale character he put fake websites to deceive me these websites also were deadly because Slenderman Jr. made eye contact with me even though he has no eyes he could still see me through the screen somehow. Or maybe he was not seeing me through the screen?
After I found the sixth website I was called by the police officer. I am saved I thought until I picked it up and realized how boned I really am. Slenderman Jr. said he killed the police officer and I was next if I dared to collect the pages and see his story. I dropped the phone really hard and began to look for the last websites. I also heard a noise inside of my house which I believed was my parents or older brother because what else would it be?
It was not my parents or older brother because when I found the 7th page a tall man of sorts teleported to me in my bedroom through the door. He was probably heading for the source of the pages which was my iPad. At that time I was about to scream Slenderman but I noticed it was Slenderman Jr. because he was covered in realistic blood and also was shorter than I remember Slenderman from the games and advertisements I saw.
When I saw Slenderman Jr. I remembered always look away because if you look at Slenderman or now Slenderman Jr. it could be the last thing you ever see so I had to shut my eyes tight and leave the room to go outside to collect the final website. It felt like I was now in the let’s play videos I watched because at the same time I walked around with my iPad outside trying to find the last website and not look at Slenderman Jr. or I will sort of die.
Just as I discovered the final advertisement I was about to direct myself to the website but I heard a large scream of sorts that sounded like my mom. I was about to end this but thought I must save my mom. I ran back to the house when I realized blood was everywhere and no where were my parents only Slenderman Jr. in the corner of my eye he was about to destroy me. Uh oh. I ran to my parents bed room and they were there and safe too so what was the scream was it Slenderman Jr. being a trickster of sorts?
This was answered when I clicked on the final website and 8/8 websites discovered. However Slenderman Jr. only got more mad when he said 8 out of 8 websites discovered… how many websites have you completed? He grew a smile so big that it finally made me so scared I could only scream as he demolished me forever. Slenderman Jr., son of slenderman.

FINAL DRAFT: To post to Subreddits.
Slenderman has always been an internet rumor of sorts. You know, the sort of thing that you only see in videogames, videos of creepypastas, let’s play, et cetera, et cetera. This was how I believed Slenderman, just a sort of internet rumor of sorts. That was, until I changed my belief of Slenderman after I had an experience of sorts with him.
I remember I played Slenderman a lot as a kid and was only scared by it at first because I do not get scared easily, but one day I discovered a new story of sorts that changed my belief of Slenderman as only a game. An internet advertisement when I was watching let’s plays told me that Slenderman was watching me, and this scared me a little bit but again it did not scare me a lot because it is very difficult to scare me. Just for reference I did not even get scared when a bee or even a wasp landed on my bare skin.
I clicked on the advertisement because of curiosity, and it directed or redirected my browser to a website of sorts that displayed nothing more than a black screen with hyperrealistic blood and Slenderman in the middle surrounded by hyperrealistic blood and guts and disgusting bits. Of course this was very disturbing but because I was not scared I clicked on Slenderman because I believed it could have been a game of sorts or a “ARG” which I saw a video about a little bit ago.
When I clicked my mouse on Slenderman I heard suddenly a very loud noise of sorts that was very high pitched and was also extremely disturbing. Even I was taken a-back and had to take off my earbuds because it scared me so badly, which does not happen often even when wasps land on me. When I looked back at Slenderman on the screen there was a smaller Slenderman next to the normal Slenderman also covered in hyperrealistic blood, and he told me that he is “Slenderman Jr.”. Of course this was some sort of joke or if it was not it was very scary.
At this same time the website that this advertisement led me to was closed all by itself. In fact at this time I was not even putting my hands anywhere near my iPad because I was too busy covering my ears because of the noise of sorts that had just played through my earbuds. After the website closed I saw on my iPad screen “1 out of 8 websites discovered.” I muttered under my breath this is no joke because this could not be a game or “ARG” or anything other than a Slenderman curse, or a curse from Slenderman Jr. because Slenderman only works with pages, Slenderman Jr. works with websites of sorts, a different type of “pages” of sorts.
I immediately began to look for different advertisements but there were 7 to be found and I was also a little bit scared that Slenderman Jr. would find me on the websites which would be a jump-scare of sorts which I saw in many of the let’s play videos I watched. I tried calling the police officers because at this time I was so scared but instead of going to voice-mail instead I think it was Slenderman Jr. who picked up because he told me you can not hide until you have discovered all 8 of the websites. Ok, what?
As I browsed YouTube for more advertisements the YouTube 666 glitch occurred and my YouTube began to be covered in hyperrealistic blood with weird noises of sorts that disturbed me and created a desultory feeling inside of me. Even though there was blood everywhere and it was even possible that at the same time I was being cursed by the Devil or Slenderman Jr. with his powers of sorts I still was happy because these brought me more advertisements. Before I knew it I even found the second website from an advertisement that showed Slenderman Jr. holding me as a hyperrealistic body with hyperrealistic blood, too.
Very quickly I found many of the rest of the websites but because Slenderman Jr. was a trickster of sorts like a fox or another fairy tale character he put fake websites to deceive me these websites also were deadly because Slenderman Jr. made eye contact with me even though he has no eyes he could still see me through the screen somehow. Or maybe he was not seeing me through the screen?
After I found the sixth website I was called by the police officer. I am saved I thought until I picked it up and realized how boned I really am. Slenderman Jr. said he killed the police officer and I was next if I dared to collect the pages and see his story. I dropped the phone really hard and began to look for the last websites. I also heard a noise inside of my house which I believed was my parents or older brother because what else would it be?
It was not my parents or older brother because when I found the 7th page a tall man of sorts teleported to me in my bedroom through the door. He was probably heading for the source of the pages which was my iPad. At that time I was about to scream Slenderman but I noticed it was Slenderman Jr. because he was covered in realistic blood and also was shorter than I remember Slenderman from the games and advertisements I saw.
When I saw Slenderman Jr. I remembered always look away because if you look at Slenderman or now Slenderman Jr. it could be the last thing you ever see so I had to shut my eyes tight and leave the room to go outside to collect the final website. It felt like I was now in the let’s play videos I watched because at the same time I walked around with my iPad outside trying to find the last website and not look at Slenderman Jr. or I will sort of die.
Just as I discovered the final advertisement I was about to direct myself to the website but I heard a large scream of sorts that sounded like my mom. I was about to end this but thought I must save my mom. I ran back to the house when I realized blood was everywhere and no where were my parents only Slenderman Jr. in the corner of my eye he was about to destroy me. Uh oh. I ran to my parents bed room and they were there and safe too so what was the scream was it Slenderman Jr. being a trickster of sorts?
This was answered when I clicked on the final website and 8/8 websites discovered. However Slenderman Jr. only got more mad when he said 8 out of 8 websites discovered… how many websites have you completed? He grew a smile so big that it finally made me so scared I could only scream as he demolished me forever. Slenderman Jr., son of slenderman.

FINAL DRAFT: To post to Subreddits.
Slenderman has always been an internet rumor of sorts. You know, the sort of thing that you only see in videogames, videos of creepypastas, let’s play, et cetera, et cetera. This was how I believed Slenderman, just a sort of internet rumor of sorts. That was, until I changed my belief of Slenderman after I had an experience of sorts with him.
I remember I played Slenderman a lot as a kid and was only scared by it at first because I do not get scared easily, but one day I discovered a new story of sorts that changed my belief of Slenderman as only a game. An internet advertisement when I was watching let’s plays told me that Slenderman was watching me, and this scared me a little bit but again it did not scare me a lot because it is very difficult to scare me. Just for reference I did not even get scared when a bee or even a wasp landed on my bare skin.
I clicked on the advertisement because of curiosity, and it directed or redirected my browser to a website of sorts that displayed nothing more than a black screen with hyperrealistic blood and Slenderman in the middle surrounded by hyperrealistic blood and guts and disgusting bits. Of course this was very disturbing but because I was not scared I clicked on Slenderman because I believed it could have been a game of sorts or a “ARG” which I saw a video about a little bit ago.
When I clicked my mouse on Slenderman I heard suddenly a very loud noise of sorts that was very high pitched and was also extremely disturbing. Even I was taken a-back and had to take off my earbuds because it scared me so badly, which does not happen often even when wasps land on me. When I looked back at Slenderman on the screen there was a smaller Slenderman next to the normal Slenderman also covered in hyperrealistic blood, and he told me that he is “Slenderman Jr.”. Of course this was some sort of joke or if it was not it was very scary.
At this same time the website that this advertisement led me to was closed all by itself. In fact at this time I was not even putting my hands anywhere near my iPad because I was too busy covering my ears because of the noise of sorts that had just played through my earbuds. After the website closed I saw on my iPad screen “1 out of 8 websites discovered.” I muttered under my breath this is no joke because this could not be a game or “ARG” or anything other than a Slenderman curse, or a curse from Slenderman Jr. because Slenderman only works with pages, Slenderman Jr. works with websites of sorts, a different type of “pages” of sorts.
I immediately began to look for different advertisements but there were 7 to be found and I was also a little bit scared that Slenderman Jr. would find me on the websites which would be a jump-scare of sorts which I saw in many of the let’s play videos I watched. I tried calling the police officers because at this time I was so scared but instead of going to voice-mail instead I think it was Slenderman Jr. who picked up because he told me you can not hide until you have discovered all 8 of the websites. Ok, what?
As I browsed YouTube for more advertisements the YouTube 666 glitch occurred and my YouTube began to be covered in hyperrealistic blood with weird noises of sorts that disturbed me and created a desultory feeling inside of me. Even though there was blood everywhere and it was even possible that at the same time I was being cursed by the Devil or Slenderman Jr. with his powers of sorts I still was happy because these brought me more advertisements. Before I knew it I even found the second website from an advertisement that showed Slenderman Jr. holding me as a hyperrealistic body with hyperrealistic blood, too.
Very quickly I found many of the rest of the websites but because Slenderman Jr. was a trickster of sorts like a fox or another fairy tale character he put fake websites to deceive me these websites also were deadly because Slenderman Jr. made eye contact with me even though he has no eyes he could still see me through the screen somehow. Or maybe he was not seeing me through the screen?
After I found the sixth website I was called by the police officer. I am saved I thought until I picked it up and realized how boned I really am. Slenderman Jr. said he killed the police officer and I was next if I dared to collect the pages and see his story. I dropped the phone really hard and began to look for the last websites. I also heard a noise inside of my house which I believed was my parents or older brother because what else would it be?
It was not my parents or older brother because when I found the 7th page a tall man of sorts teleported to me in my bedroom through the door. He was probably heading for the source of the pages which was my iPad. At that time I was about to scream Slenderman but I noticed it was Slenderman Jr. because he was covered in realistic blood and also was shorter than I remember Slenderman from the games and advertisements I saw.
When I saw Slenderman Jr. I remembered always look away because if you look at Slenderman or now Slenderman Jr. it could be the last thing you ever see so I had to shut my eyes tight and leave the room to go outside to collect the final website. It felt like I was now in the let’s play videos I watched because at the same time I walked around with my iPad outside trying to find the last website and not look at Slenderman Jr. or I will sort of die.
Just as I discovered the final advertisement I was about to direct myself to the website but I heard a large scream of sorts that sounded like my mom. I was about to end this but thought I must save my mom. I ran back to the house when I realized blood was everywhere and no where were my parents only Slenderman Jr. in the corner of my eye he was about to destroy me. Uh oh. I ran to my parents bed room and they were there and safe too so what was the scream was it Slenderman Jr. being a trickster of sorts?
This was answered when I clicked on the final website and 8/8 websites discovered. However Slenderman Jr. only got more mad when he said 8 out of 8 websites discovered… how many websites have you completed? He grew a smile so big that it finally made me so scared I could only scream as he demolished me forever. Slenderman Jr., son of slenderman.

It all starts, as most great things do, with a cat.
He was my best friend for almost 2 decades. I spent the better half of the last decade in existential dread about his upcoming death, drawn partially from some health issues he had as a kitten and just from the basic knowledge that, as a cat, he was going to die.
Sometime in that decade of (at times) overwhelming dread, I was diagnosed with cancer, cured of it, and the subsequently diagnosed with some form of "pre cancer" or "concerning growth" 3 or 4 times, leading to genetic tests and oncology visits and full workdowns that stressed what little dignity I had left. It all culminated in a phrase from one of my oncologists that has stuck in my mind like a splinter: "Some people's bodies are just not put together right." Next came the realization that the bell curve of my life expectancy is going to awfully shorter than what I was hopefully planning on and everything that entails.
Growing up, I knew I'd likely not want a kid; just never had that parental gene. Despite the closeness of some of my relationships, I've always treasured my boundaries; here's where I end and you begin sort of thing. Cats are great for that. Dogs? Eh. Kids? Not a chance. Even my almost 20 year relationship with my now wife had pretty explicit boundaries and where our Venn diagrams crossed and where we had our own worlds.
But partially because of the existential dread of the inevitable loss of my best friend and partially because I knew my wife almost assuredly be left alone (ignoring my own shrunken lifespan, her grandparents have all lived to almost 100; she was always going to live me), I decided to have a child. The logic was sound: I wanted him to at least meet my best friend and give me something to help ease his eventual passing and I wanted something to be there for my wife as she moved on to her possible second life without me. Turns out my initial self awareness was spot on: kind of hated being a parent despite loving the kid, didn't like what it did to my world and relationships, and what's more, he was born right after the US quarantine from COVID started!
That first year was rough; I almost ended it a few different times, but my wife needed me, my then 15 year old best friend needed me, and my other cat (whom I love dearly) needed me because she's just a basket case of medical conditions and I'm the primary care person for the cats.
Fast forward from 2020 to 2023: my kid is 3, my wife and I feel less like lovers and more like coworkers where our job is to raise a (admittedly wonderful) toddler, I've been out of work for 2 months because my company nuked all western publishing* , and my best friend died 4 months ago at the age of 17. He was comically healthy for so long, to the point where the emergency vet that I took him to after his first seizure didn't believe me about his age and swore he was no older than 12 or 13. But shit happens fast when you're old; I managed to get his second seizure on camera and his vet immediately diagnosed him with brain cancer. After some tests, his prognosis was 3-6 months, with an outside chance of a year. He was dead in 3 weeks.
*(I was the VP of Data, my opinion on the capabilities of the org had a lot to do with said closing, don't feel bad for me)
Now I'm left in a diminished state: I don't love this new family as much as I loved my old one. I actively dislike my new life, whereas I loved my old one. I don't even have the reptilian chance to be angry at how my cat died! Everything was perfectly normal, he was just old and it was an aggressive cancer, so I'm without a focal point for my anger at the world. Instead, I'm left with directionless pain and a lack of desire to do literally anything.
My wife and I had an argument today about something silly; I wanted to simply talk through some of the things I was going through and what not having a job was doing to me and she tried to immediately go in to problem solving mode, which is explicitly what I didn't want. It escalated because neither of us are in a good place and it ended up with her downstairs and me in our room with one of my straight razors thinking how easy and painless it'd be to simply slice down my left arm. Thinking isn't even the right word; one moment I was leaning against my bed, the next I had the razor in my hand, a cascading waterfall of ambient noise in my ear blocking out all cognition. I finally snapped out of it when I remembered that my other cat (who I have to give chemo to twice a week because she's also dying of cancer, albeit very slowly) needs me and because I made a promise to myself that if I ever killed myself, I wouldn't do it where my wife would be the one to find me.
All I've thought about since is how else I could do it. How easy it would be. What a genuine solution it'd be to everything I've felt. I don't enjoy things anymore. I know I'm depressed, I know there's partial bipolarism, and I can trace the roots of all of my thoughts and feelings to where they come from but ultimately they are all rooted in a material condition that I do not have the ability to change and so they are all valid. I know the possibility for better days exist but I'm not sure it's worth it to ride it out.
I don't know. Sorry for ranting. Sorry for the block of text. I wish it felt better to put it pen to paper.

I have been on it for 2 months now and I have lost 54 pounds. I’m back to my healthy weight and my hair has grown back to it’s usual thickness thankfully. My doctor put me on metformin to help me lose the weight so I could get my period again.
It worked and I was so happy. I felt normal and I felt ok again. I noticed I wasn’t moody all of the time anymore. I used to be able to eat 2 meals a day and a small snack in between. Now, I can barely eat one meal a day without feeling nauseous. I cannot eat without getting sick or feeling sick. Tonight, I ate half a chicken cutlet and I immediately felt sickeningly full. It’s like I overate when I have barely eaten. A few nights ago, I was randomly starving so I ate a bit more than usual. Immediately after the food has settled into my stomach, I threw up everything. It didn’t burn or hurt but I was terrified. Everything came up undigested and I’m sorry for the TMI.
It doesn’t matter what I eat because as soon as I eat it, it leaves my body somehow within a half hour. I’m so tired of feeling so sick because I’m trying to eat or having to force myself to eat something small because I have no appetite. I’m tired of getting sick because I need to eat at least once a day.
I’m scared I’m going to keep losing weight and I’ve started getting light headed while working out, working, or doing my daily activities. I’m physically tired and I just don’t understand why it’s affecting me like this. My doctor is so proud of all the weight I lost that I had gained.
Is this normal? Can anyone give me advice please?

I currently work at a salon and have been bathing for over a year. I’ve already started grooming and have a bit of experience and my boss is eager to teach me! She was wondering if paragon was helpful to anyone that was also working in a salon setting and if it would speed up the process compared to her just teaching me! Would love to hear your experience with it!

• do I talk to my dr before going to my employer?
  
• How do I initiate that conversation with my employer?
  
• is it likely I can get approved for like 4 weeks off instead of intermittently with migraines? (it seems like a lot of y’all in this sub use it intermittently)
  

My current job is gonna kill me. I worked 67 hours last week. I haven’t worked less than 50 hrs per week since October. I can’t continue this way for my physical and mental health. I’ve been on a 3 week migraine streak and I feel like I’m losing my marbles here!
I considered putting in my 2 weeks notice on Monday without a new job lined up but I don’t want to be without health insurance while job hunting. But I can’t tolerate this any longer.
I need to take time to reset my body and mind and figure out what my next steps are with leaving my current job. I think FMLA can help relieve some of the issues I’ve been dealing with

i have been making huge progress with my agoraphobia. still working on getting as far in the day time the way i do at night. sensory overload is too real during the day. but tonight i tried to go on the highway for one exit because i did it the other day and it wasn’t the best feeling but i decided to try again today and i freaked the hell out on the on ramp and pulled over and waited till no one was coming to reverse off. yes i know super dangerous. but i automatically felt my whole body go numb and i knew if i went on that highway i was going to feel like i took 30 steps back. i’m super disappointed in myself because i really want to get over my highway anxiety but i’m just not sure how. along with my day time anxiety and panic attacks.

TL;DR: The DM throws random insane stuff that makes no sense at us until we switch him out.
I've been playing in a D&D group for my college class. The class is only 24 people and 6 of us are in the game. I hadn't played in a few years (I was supposed to play in college but ran into some time overlaps and it just didn't happen.) I created our discord and started to organize everything. I made a spreadsheet to find the best time for us to all get together. We didn't have a DM and one of us volunteered. In fact, it's the problem player in this story. I have now since taken over as DM by vote.
To start this guy was someone who gave me a lot of bad vibes from the start. I shoved those vibes down because I had barely known him at the time. Sitting down at our first game we had a small group.
I was playing a Paladin loyal to the god Shakara The Silent (This will be relevant later.) The god himself refused to talk to us mere mortals and my church had the belief that we just were not worthy. Shakara had fought a great demon a thousand years ago and had not been heard from since. Now in truth, Shakara had actually lost that battle and had been locked in chains for a millennium but the church had yet to discover that.
I had to make sure my character was a fresh take from what I was used to. So my character became the best boy out there. His goal in life was to help everyone. He was a missionary carrying 100 pamphlets to hand out. Someone building a house on their travel? Hey, it's a few hours for us but it makes this guy's whole day. In a fight? We can talk them out of it, trust me. He was meant to be naive as hell and a challenge for the party. I made him tanky so I could still be helpful but I couldn't kill anyone.
Now let's say I did kill something by accident... He would go into a deep depression and not be able to function. The hope was that eventually in the game I would be able to use that as some character development.
Foreshadowing.
The DM decided to start before the party would meet. I found that really interesting. K, our group's Rogue (The only other veteran at the table) was in a prison convoy for a crime they hadn't committed. Interesting, I'm sure we'll meet in an interesting way, perhaps I have to break them out of their wrongful imprisonment and-
I got teleported in front of the convoy.
I don't mean the DM just had me wonder in front of the convoy, I mean I found a teleportation door and just happened to show up there.
Now my missionary is then promptly accused of a crime. Sure, okay sounds good, what is it?
I was accused of murdering the king. Later in this same session, we would meet the king. The math is not checking out on this one.
My character pulls out his pamphlets to try and prove that I had just started my mission and it wouldn't be possible. Nope. I was arrested and taken to jail.
This was frustrating, but okay, sure, plot train choo-choo.
From here we came across the 3rd member of our group who has since quit the game for unrelated reasons. The 3 of us were soft-locked by the DM at this point. Our weapons are gone, our armor striped and our items confiscated. There were no cracks in the wall or rust on the bars. This should have been the moment I realized the DM had no idea what they were doing, but that comes later.
I try sparking a conversation with the guard. I hand him my last pamphlet which he then tears up and hands back. The DM then describes it as something that has been written on the interior. What could it contain? All that was written inside was "Escape."
The fuck what now?
We've been asking questions trying to get for 4 minutes and he can't understand we have nothing that we can use to do that. So I ask the guard "And how are we supposed to do that?"
"With this."
And he hands us a club.
"Thanks for holding out on us."
I was IRL kind of annoyed. But whatever, let's break out. I strike the wall with all my force.
AND I KILLED A CHILD SOLDIER ON THE OTHER SIDE. NO DAMAGE DICE. NO ROLL TO HIT.
I BLEW UP HIS HEAD.
Now my paladin starts to freak the hell out. Collecting the bits and pieces to save the kid. When he obviously can't save the kid he starts to carry around the corpse to at least give it a proper burial. The DM at this time is laughing at my character's misfortune. No one else is.
Now, that kid would later be fed to crocodiles by a fellow party member but that's beside the point.
Before we can open the door the king (That I had apparently murdered) bursts through the door with 20 of his best men and tells us that we are going to kill the dragon terrorizing the land. Alright, sure, plot train Choo-Choo hop let's kill the dragon.
He introduces us to our "home base" for the game with a flying sled just like Old Saint Nick's.
Now, this is where the first session ended. At the time I viewed it as a rough start but overall alright.
The second session is the real turn of the tide.
We have our first mission, we hop into our flying sled and as we're flying we enter into my new favorite dimension.
THE MIRROR DIMENSION Music sting.
Yeah, we just slide right in, no saving throws, nothing.
Now it's also around this time now that we're in THE MIRROR DIMENSION Music sting that we find an under-compartment. Now our Rogue decides to slip down there to see what's below. Skulls and body parts. But there was a magic scroll. The Rogue reads it and sees a vision of the future. Where my head is separate from my body, and the 3rd player is sitting on a throne. Always great to hear that my character is going to die. Then the Rogue returns through... The other player's eye...
We were stunned. This didn't even make sense to us, and I'm pretty sure the DM didn't either. Soon after our sled is going to crash. No roll, again. Just going to happen. At this point I am so disconnected I just say "Wait until the last second and jump." I am the only one who pulls it off, I jump out of the sled and the rest end up crashing into a castle.
This is when things just stopped making any sense. Now, what can I do? Mr. The law is the law for a reason. I knock. Inside the castle is god. Just straight up god. God is just chilling inside of THE MIRROR DIMENSION Music sting. And god tells me to leave. I get a little upset because this CLEARLY isn't my god, so I start telling him off a little. "Hey, my friends are in there and I need them!" what does god do?
He strips my paladin powers.
For those who don't understand, this is the literal worst thing that can happen to a paladin. And this is the second session. My Paladin doesn't stop, I start demanding my friends. God then rolls to tell me they don't think I'm their friend and he succeeded.
"No. No, they- You're lying they... OH GOD! Oh god no..."
My character apparently cries for 8 hours. Sure, why not. But the DM is laughing again, and no one else is.
Eventually, I break out the other players, and my character, with their life ruined, decides to start a church here in THE MIRROR DIMENSION Music sting.
Now this session wasn't just bad, it was terrible. The only way we got through it was by making fun of the DM's terrible story. I made the joke that THE MIRROR DIMENSION Music sting was reversed in every regard. Evil became good, left was right, and cats and dogs got along. Now the DM every time someone would make that joke would state "NO! That's not how the mirror dimension works!"
"If you're a good god, then the god on the other side of the mirror dimension must be evil! You need to fight him!"
"That's not how the mirror dimension works!"
"Gravity must be reversed here in the mirror dimension!"
"THAT'S NOT HOW THE MIRROR DIMENSION WORKS!"
All I can say is everything is the way it is inside of THE MIRROR DIMENSION Music sting.
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Edit: I forgot to mention this: The DM explicitly told me that he wanted to break my character after the second session. I'm not that paranoid.

I was leaving work tonight and was parked in front of one of those cement blocks that have light post placed in them so my only option is to back out to leave. The parking lot light is well lit. As I backed up I was looking in my camera at the body of the car behind me to make sure I was not getting too close, then all of a sudden I felt a little bump. I pulled forward and was a little shocked because I didnt think I was anywhere near the car but then had to do the whole forward and reverse to not hit the back of the car parked directly to my right because the car behind me practically wedged me in.
Nobody was outside and I'm not sure if theres cameras or not. I looked out my window and didnt see any damage to the car and left. When I got home I inspected my own vehicle and there was no damage.
Guilt and anxiety kept filling my head so I decided to drive back over to work to one, see if the car was there still and two just pull up in front of it to see if there was any damage. Again it's a well lit parking lot and I did notice that this truck was actually pulled up really far forward in their spot which explains why I couldnt see their dark colored bumber in my camera and why I was wedged in so much that I did bump it - I was more so paying attention to the body of the vehicle I could make out in my camera
I drove right up in front of it (twice to be sure) and looked out my drivers side window. It's a white truck and I couldnt make out any damage to the paint or the bumber the two times I drove around looking at it.
I work with a lot of people(in a restaurant) and know that this would be someone closing for the night at our place of work but I'm not sure who's car it is for sure. I know who is closing from our schedule so I can always see if they are there another day to figure out who's vehicle it is. And plan to next time I see it maybe just park near it and casually check the front in the day time more throughly to double, triple, quadruple check.
But I feel like I really didnt leave any damage especially since I was looking at the car as I backed out slowly. I just get really bad anxiety and cant stop thinking there may be some damage I couldn't see. I guess it's better that I probably work with this person so I'm sure it can be handle nicely IF there is damage to any part of their vehicle and most likely because I couldnt visibly see anything having been harmed on it - so I'd be surprised if they cared or even noticed by the time they leave work tonight.
I would have been far too embarassed to go in and ask around to find out who's car it is so that's why I drove back to check. But again, I saw nothing and there was nothing on my car.
I still feel a little guilty and know I should have probably gone in and asked around but if theres no visible damage- is not saying anything ok?

I have dealt with fordyce spots on multiple areas of my body and there seems to be no effective treatment non-surgically, and even surgical options are limited in availability and effectiveness. Accutane seems the only working but temporary solution non surgically.
It is my understanding that fordyce spots are caused by sebaceous glands without a hair follicle. This new cream seems to be the first (and only?) treatment that targets the sebaceous glands and is targeted for acne.
Is it possible it could work on removing fordyce spots? I see no literature or posts regarding this information and I would love to know if it is even scientifically viable.
https://www.dermatologytimes.com/view/ sebaceous-gland-is-target-for-acne-treatments

Fitness goals are impossible to achieve if you are not consistent.
Without consistency, your fitness programs are unorganized, forming habits becomes challenging and the body has a really tough time adapting.
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Have you been facing difficulty in being consistent with your fitness?
All of us might be aware of what should be done and how it should be done but still, we tend to suffer with the consistency aspect. Creating and adhering to a routine is not everyone’s cup of tea.
Why Is It So Difficult To Be Consistent?
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As humans we do understand that being consistent is essential but we find it extremely hard.
You might have observed that you are tremendously motivated and excited when you start off a new exercise routine, but soon the motivation fades away due to delayed or disappointing results.
People nowadays are looking for fast solutions to their body problems and the fitness industry doesn’t really help with that.
We come across crash diet programs and rapid transformation programs almost everyday but we need to realize that these quick-fix methods are just a façade with no real outcome.
These methods don’t work out because they simply don’t promote a change in behaviors & habits. And this is exactly why being consistent is so tough.
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So, until living a healthy lifestyle becomes habitual, it is very doubtful that you will ever be consistent.
And by now you all would have very well experienced that without consistency there will be no positive results.
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At Southside, the best gym in Dublin we try to break this myth that if you haven’t been consistent in the past, you never will be. When people start their workout routines with us,
we try and chalk out a plan which is not monotonous and hence helps them achieve their goals along with learning to be consistent.

I finally realized BC could be causing me more damage than benefits after 8 years!!! So, today is my third day off it and physically I feel the best I’ve ever felt in 8 years.
Call me naive but I never associated the migraines with BC bc my mom gets migraines. Since migraines have a genetic predisposition and they commonly start in women in their 20s, this is what I assumed was happening to me. I went to many eye doctors bc the pain would be sometimes behind my eyes and many PCPs. They all said it’s either migraines or eye strain (I wear eyeglasses). I took 3 different migraine medications without much improvement. I purchased close to 100 pairs of eyeglasses in the last 8 years thinking that was the issue. I did eye therapy, too. Nothing worked.
Before BC, I wasn’t overweight. I ate normally. I would eat breakfast, lunch and a small dinner. After BC, I gained a noticeable amount of weight. It doesn’t help that I’m very short, so my extra pounds show very easily (even 5 lbs looks like 10-15 lbs on me). I was always so hungry every few hours. I would get headaches from hunger and BC. I honestly didn’t think that BC was the issue bc I was told they don’t cause that drastic weight changes. I was packing on a lot of weight (20 lbs at least). I just chalked it up to getting older and my metabolism slowing down.
I feel like my sleep has been much better. I’m more alert during the day, not just dragging myself. I don’t wake up and immediately get a headache or have a stuffy head (if that makes sense). I feel like my body is physically lighter. I feel a dramatic difference already.
I’m also not binge eating every few hours anymore. Im not as hungry as I was with the BC. I’ve been eating similarly as I was from before I started the BC. Granted it’s only been 3 days but I’ve noticed this huge change in just 3 days!!!
Of course all this doesn’t come without its issues.
Downsides for me: Today I was a raging bitch. Everything and everyone was irritating me. I’m still a little irritated. I was going through bouts of anger, irritation, agitation, anxiety and sadness over things I shouldn’t even be that upset about. This was a major issue today. And I started spotting today… 😕
I’ll keep y’all posted!!!

Hello everyone, this is my first post here. I really enjoy SE5's invasions, both hunting and being hunted, and I thought I'd share some tips I've learned of the course of several authentic invasions.
To start with, place traps EVERYWHERE, But don't be too obvious. It's easy to spot a landmine sitting pretty in the middle of a walkway or corridor, but placing a landmine around a corner or just off to the left or right of a door significantly increases the chances of it not being noticed and shot. Use Shu mines and TNT as well. A Shu mine explosion can set off TNT, making a non-lethal, low damage trap to Invaders VERY lethal indeed! Traps at the top of ladders work well too, and you can always use a dead body in a chokepoint as a cheeky trap too, all it takes is a single grenade.
Secondly, focus, focus, focus! You can actually see the Invader's movements (may have been patched if being read in the future) on any difficulty below authentic! The distance you can see them from is QUITE generous too, making it a very powerful tool if you are in close-quarters.
Third, keep your eyes on open areas, and do not be afraid to set up an ambush. Commonly, Invaders will let their perceived safety go to their head and simply run around in the open trying to pick up your trail. This is an excellent time to ambush them, because once they pick up your trail they will usually start playing much more carefully.
Speaking of the trail you leave behind, that brings me to my fourth point. Be aware of your trail of destruction. Of course, hiding bodies can mitigate this somewhat, but what else do dead enemies leave behind? That's right, their guns. The Invader can see dead enemies' guns where you killed them, but fortunately you can hide these too. Simply pick them up and take the ammo, or move to a grassy area or one with a lot of rubble and switch back to one of your weapons, and just like that you're significantly harder to track. Place a few traps behind you and you can effectively deter invaders into a more favorable situation for you. And always keep an eye open for scope glint. Don't assume you are safe just because you aren't tagged, and try to take a shot before tagging an Invader as they will get a notification that you have tagged them.
Ammo types are very important too. Soft point ammo is extremely deadly, and match ammo can turn a long range gunfight into your favor quite easily. Don't be afraid to use every tool at your disposal to come out on top.
Lastly for now, always try to stay hidden and out of combat. An alarm being raised or cautious enemies are often a death sentence. The Invader can see when alarms are triggered or when marked/nearby enemies are cautious or in combat. However, you can also use cautious enemies to your advantage. A well-placed bottle throw or distant explosion is a great tool for alerting enemies and herding them, and often Invaders, into a kill zone. Your sniper rifle is more than just a weapon, it is also an extremely effective tool as well. Just be aware you produce a VERY noticeable scope glint when looking down your scope.
Thank you for taking the time to read. I hope some of these tips help you when you are being hunted. Who knows, maybe you will be the one hunting the Invader with enough practice.