I’m equal amounts happy and sad that the PPH by my kid’s school moved. We had serious problems with the protesters that police were helpless to stop (and having talked to a few, they really did want to do something). I kept a hawklike eye on them whenever I was around to make sure they weren’t hassling students too…

My husband and I were friends with a guy for a decade before finding out he’s a serial domestic abuser. We’ve since learned it was a bit of an open secret, that even other friends of ours knew, but we had absolutely no clue. We felt stupid because we hung out with the guy weekly, we knew several women he dated…

Arguably? You know that’s a fact.

I used to be a hardcore coffee drinker, to the point I admittedly had a pretty bad caffeine addiction. My doctor asked me to go off coffee cold turkey for a month. Two days in, I got slammed with a three-day-long “close the blinds and let me die” migraine, complete with agonizing light and sound sensitivity and…

I actually laughed out loud at that. I’ve heard it at least twice in the last 12 months.

Assaulted and/or tragically ill. My daughter is a young actress with a similar look, and she struggles not to be cast as “the tragic young thing”. She has this huge, bombastic personality that absolutely explodes on stage, but it’s hard for people to see past the exterior.

I’ve only recently realized that the seemingly-innocuous things my husband does that drive me crazy do so because my mom did the same things, but turned up to 11. It’s tough because I don’t think she’s a *bad person*, I know that she’s suffered more than her fair share, she’s done a lot of good in my life, but she’s…

I’m usually also barefoot! But only because I hate wearing shoes.

Never diagnosed, and not nearly as bad as a lot of people I’ve heard about, but there are definitely tendencies. A couple months ago, my doctor looked me in the eyes and asked “were you neglected as a child?” I just cried because I’d never have put it in those words, but in a lot of ways....yeah. Hugs.

Stopping for a moment then forging merrily ahead at full speed when someone directly tells you to slow down is not respecting that person’s verbal cues. She had to tell him-verbally, out loud, with words-multiple times that she did not want to proceed further physically because he repeatedly returned to behavior she…

I took to spending massive amounts of time alone in my room “doing homework”, or wandering around down by the creek. When I felt like attempting to be involved, I’d sequester myself in the kitchen (“you guys enjoy yourselves, I’ll take care of the food”) so they’d write me off as just being focused on cooking rather…

Mine is at the very end of its life, and I’m only not having another inserted because my husband just got the big snip. It’s been fantastic. I have major pregnancy-related anxiety and this has helped so much.

My good friend just started using this app and was trying to convince me to get my daughter on it. A) she’s on hormonal bc already to help control truly heinous menstrual problems B) off of the hormonal bc her cycle laughs in the face of prediction and she already tracks just to prove to doctors it’s really a problem…

I’m a rhythm method baby too! Mom wasn’t supposed to be fertile the night she went on that date, but here I am. Give your bro a fist bump for me :)

I just shared with faded flowers that I had a very similar experience with my mother. One thing it led to for me was going through my late teens and early 20s desperate to prove I could be *fun!* be the *life of the party!* I’d be the super cool chick who everyone wanted to be around and who never spoiled anyone…

Oooohhhh, I am seething right now because this was my mom too. And she’s been hospitalized for mental illness! My depression was inconvenient and upsetting to her, expressed with little to no thought to how inconvenient and upsetting it was to ME. So much “someone is touchy today”, “it’s so hard to enjoy things when…

I’ve always told my daughter not to try to stifle any of her body’s natural mechanisms. Don’t hold your waste until it hurts, fart sneeze cough and burp as politely as possible when you need to. There’s a reason it hurts/is unpleasant when we try to deny our bodies these things. Of course, the side effect is a kid who…

I’ll sneeze or cough down my shirt rather than into my elbow if I’m in tight quarters with other people. If someone is standing right up next to me, I can’t guarantee my elbow will adequately shield them.

He at one point said “aw, I hate headaches”. I immediately started laughing and crying at the same time because “headache” falls so far short of describing this hell I don’t even know where to start.

Suuuuuck. I’ve def been there.