THANK YOU. I love this site, because the people here support your right to get an abortion no matter the reason but call you a freak for wearing thongs.

These comment sections always make me feel like a weirdo. I absolutely hate and do not ever wear any version of full bum underwear. I find it horribly uncomfortable because it moves around, usually ends up up my buttcrack anyway, plus it's always visible under clothes that are not jeans. I just do not experience…

Your repetitive comments and spelling errors are boring. However, I'm not interested enough in this to engage in a conversation with you. So have a good night.

"polishing the plate" needs to be a new euphemism!

WORST EVER EROTIC FICTION

I'm going to agree with everyone who said to push for him to see another therapist. I think that you could probably call his therapist without violating any HIPAA laws and tell him yourself that your son doesn't seem to be connecting with him and is not improving, and ask for other therapist suggestions.

Just to second another point: finding a direction will probably do a lot! Community college is a great option; lots of resources to find something that 'clicks' for you, plus, usually career and mental health counselors (although you said your son's already seeing someone). And it's not terribly expensive, while…

Oddly enough - this sounds exactly like my cousin when he graduated HS. And it kept up until he finally landed a job that he loved. He is now a chef and plans to own his own restaurant some day. He just needed to find his purpose in life. I know that is no consolation to you now. But you can only do so much as…

I'm going to repeat look for a differnt therapist. I have been to several over the years good and bad and having a good fit is important. What I personally need was reassurance and affection. I felt that my parents love was dependent on my accomplishments, I think in my parents case it does have a nugget of truth.…

Just in case you were wondering as to the actual spelling, it's "pinochle." Aaaaaand there's the extent of what I know about pinochle.

Please keep trying. Try a different therapist. And if that one doesn't resonate with your son, try another. Sometimes it takes a few tries before you hit the jackpot.

This broke my heart. This was me, except I didn't cut. I ate. My family was falling apart at the seams, and so was I. It took me forever to learn to swim and not just tread water.

"So maybe that's why none of the grownups in my life offered me the kind of help I needed."

My mother insisting that "these are the best years of your life" in regards to the high school/teenage years made me seriously contemplate suicide. I figured if life only got worse, what was the point? I also suffer from depression but it is in check now and I am enjoying the best years of my life in my 40s.

Your story resonates so much. I was a fat socially awkward kid who liked grownups better than children, and was teased and ostracized. I first asked my parents if I could see a counselor when I was 9. We were living abroad at the time, they promised it would happen when we got home, but nothing more was said. I had a…

I think the man he was with in the first news broadcast is his grandpa. Perhaps he spends quite a bit of time with him and has taken on his delivery. One of my brothers did this with our grandpa and (apparently—I wasn't born yet) it was hilarious. He even deepened his voice, walked around with an unlit corncob pipe in…

I used to babysit a kid who overused actually. She clearly didn't know what it meant but even better, she mispronounced it as "actionly". I highly recommend you slip at least one "actionly" into your conversations today.

To me, that look says, "Smolder, damn it. Are they smoldering, yet? Shit, I forgot to blink."

Eat or don't eat what you want, but her glazed-eyes-mouth-breathing-red-carpet-movie-star face mostly just reads to me as "My blood sugar is low." *shrug*

She better hope that kid doesn't have a blowout all over that couture. I even put towels down before my fully clothed kid nursed because she would poop UP HER BACK. The first time it happened, it was so loud and messy that I thought I broke her.