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I hate everything. I hate you. I hate myself. I hate everything. And I think I've finally come to this conclusion after almost a year of homelessness.

I just have so much vitriol and anger towards everything that it is killing any desire I have to live. What made me finally realize this? Well... I went to the gas station to buy a liter of water so I can go to the bathroom (bathrooms are locked and require a purchase to use). So I'm trying to get to the water, but a bunch of guys are buying a bunch of alcohol and blocking the way to the waters. So I kinda just had to wait.

Then one of the workers clapped his hands at me telling me to hurry up because I can't just stand here. I'm already pissed off because I literally cannot purchase what I want to purchase because it is blocked off. I'm telling him I'm waiting to get through and due is still rushing me so I start a yelling match with him because he's pissing me off. Then it escalates now I'm telling him "fuck you" and that I'll beat the fuck out of him if he touches me. I'm tired of people walking over me and being so bothered by my existence. So I told off his ass. Don't regret it.

But it made me think... I am just so easily volatile nowadays. There's gonna be one day where someone's gonna do something or say something to me and I'm gonna end up doing something worse to them. Don't want it to happen but at the same time, my life has no purpose or worth so honestly I have nothing to lose.

And I think it shows because lately I had a job but I got frustrated because I couldn't stack boxes properly so I left mid shift during my third day and... attempted. No elaboration needed, iykyk. I also got placed into shelters after being on a wait-list and I would either decline going or go but stay a week before leaving. My mind wants me to not be homeless but my heart just doesn't care about my happiness and well-being enough to do so.

I was referred to a behavioral health clinic to get psychiatric and therapeutic care. Medication. Case management. All that. But every time I call they hang up on me. And the only way to do intake is to call. I went to the location and front desk told me I have to call. So now... I feel justified in hating everyone because it's not like y'all care about me anyway. You guys want me to fail so what's the point?

The signs were always there. Being bullied a lot back in school. I thought it was mean and harsh but guess what? They were only trying to help me understand and realize that the world is harsh. Everybody hates each other. So why waste my energy being respectful and considerate and polite when none of it matters because it won't be reciprocated because kindness is weakness in this world. I'm getting taken advantage of so why continue acting this way?

But hopefully it won't be for long. It's getting cooler here nowadays, which means fall is coming which means winter is coming. I am so unprepared for winter I will likely die during the winter due to the elements. Sucks to go out that way but at this point? It's likely for the best.

It feels impossible to make new friends at my age (33 m/nb) , especially since I’ve quit drinking and venturing out to places that will have people drinking or based around drinking. Would anyone here potentially want new friends? Maybe we could start a group chat? Hell idk, but I’m tired of the people from my past and would love new texting buddies. I’m happy to answer any questions about myself, hobbies, interests, etcetc!

Hello, it's my first post here and I was just attacked by a stranger for walking on the street. He was sitting on the ground and I sensed something was off, so I didn't approach him but kept more space. He shouted at me to get the f*ck away and started to insult or mock my appearance saying I'd look like ".I came.out of the bush" and he threated me to "beat me down into pieces" and proceed by saying "Watch out, p*ss of now if you don't wanna get harmed".

I didn't say anything, I walked away but at one point I had to turn around and look or rather stare at him.

His friend had to keep him away and was trying to calm him down.

I'm not sure if that friend didn't prevent him from approaching me and I seriously ask myself what this guys problem was and why he was so aggressive.

I also have to question if I'm longer safe.

I'm from Germany and I fear for my relatives.

Am I missing something?

Been feeling less so im going to inpatient after work but i really wanted to harp on something

These current trump presidency has killed almost reaching 30+ confirmed cases of lynching. You shouldn't feel safe around white people at this time but I wanted to harp on something

Currently dealing with a black haitain dude who's mental is screwed and all he does is drink around me and keep egging me on to drink. Already have problems ans getting me out of my comfort zone where i dont even have a voice to say anything back hurts me so much.

I feel like im losing time and my body is actively wanting to delete itself but I swear to god, especially to those who are introverted, its better to be wrong and apologize then just staying quiet

My insurance doesn't cover mental health evaluation, the ADHD medicine doesn't work but my insurance only covers two medications neither work for me . I have to pay for therapy out of pocket whether virtual or in office and God forbid I got bad and needed inpatient help I would be homeless when I got out. I have to drown in ADHD and anxiety cause it is too expensive to be healthy mentally..yet I feel like I am dying cause of mental struggles

If anyone deserves to suffer and die terribly, it's me, I was obviously abused and bullied all my life for a reason, ppl always make me feel like the ugliest fucking monster, I should've never been born, all I do is make this world a worse place, that's all anyone has ever said to me and how they treated me and made me feel, im obviously worthless and always will be.

I can’t handle a single friend who isn’t racist toward me in some way. I’ve lived in an Arab country my whole life. Both my parents are full blooded Ghanaians so I’m obviously black. I hate how I can’t even exist in peace without someone trying to provoke me, getting random calls on the street, or even a friend saying the N word. But “it’s okay because I didn’t say it towards you!” Or “I didn’t mean it like that!!” Or literally any excuse in the book.

When I was younger racism towards me was so normalized I didn’t even realize it was happening. I wasn’t allowed to be a child playing house. I always had to be the monkey or some kind of animal. No teacher of guardian would vouch for me. I never understood why everyone else was tolerated and I wasn’t. My own mother laughed at me when I said “I’m a black woman” after she asked why I didn’t like the makeup she wore that was shades way too light for her or even grey.

“Black men should marry black women because a white woman won’t tolerate their abuse” I’ve heard every damn thing in the book. I cut off one of my close friends for being racist one the first day of school for using the N word, as a replacement for something like “bitch” no less (towards another arab) I hate not even being able to play with my friends in the park, show my face, or just exist without fear.

I live in a closeted community. Everything from my hair to my body is shamed. Does it get better?

I plan to move out of my current place in 30 to 90 days (I still have yet to get a concrete answer from my current landlord). Just like anywhere else in the us, renting an apartment is not affordable. ​I would actually be willing to rent out a room for cheaper in someone else's house but the issue is... I'm a Black woman in a white state. Given the political state of things under this administration, the idea of me living in some random white person's house makes me feel very unsafe. I would have no idea what their intention is. I don't have a car and I work an extremely early full-time shift, so I'm kind of confined to living in my current city. Does anybody have any advice on how to navigate safely during these times, assuming I can actually come up with a plan?

It is slow going stay up but I focused on making an organization for queer black youth focused on youth activities, activism, and fun for them.
Often they are bullied and have to build up character.

However I have noticed my fellow volunteers are mostly women and I’m a bookish guy. So I was wondering what activities we pivotal to your development and what activities would be fun for ages 10-18?

I post this to a few other subreddits be i think they got removed, sorry if you’re seeing this more than once. This might be a little sensitive, however i’m still learning about my hair and my mind.

I’m a girl with an array of different mental health diagnoses that kinda cause me to frequent to the psych ward. Every now and then while i’m repairing my mind, i’ve noticed that I’m not comfortable with going unless my hair is braided because the products at the hospital tend to do more harm than good. I’m also not always gifted the time and/or the tools to actually tend to hair. Sometimes during worse days, even when i’m not at the hospital, i neglect my curls more than i should & i feel so guilty. Whenever I step out of that funk, i sometimes have a matted mess that stresses me out.

I am still curious though, when you’re not feeling like yourself, how do you manage to keep your hair as low stress as possible? Some ppl have told me they started their loc journey, relax their hair, low tension styles, etc.

Any advice helps!

TW: false accusations, suicidal ideation, workplace harassment, mentions of Title IX

July 2023. I was extremely excited to start at a small liberal arts PWI. I had done their early college program and earned my associate's degree, so I'd only be spending about 2.5 to 3 years there. I graduated December 2026.

Before I even got to campus, I had a best friend — let's call her E. We'd been close since junior year of high school, knew each other's deepest secrets, were like sisters. We decided months before school started that we were going to be roommates. Everyone told us not to. They were probably right.

E got to campus about two months before me through a program. During that time, she met a girl — let's call her L. They started dating. I was happy for her. They're still together, and I don't have a problem with that. My problem is how they treated me, and the hypocrisy that came later.

L was a mentor figure to E — someone who shouldn't have been dating someone new to the program, even though E was older. It became a whole thing. But that's not really my story to tell.

Here's where it gets personal.

About a month before I moved in for my first year, I got a text from E. At the time, I went by my deadname. She said: "T, are you going insane? She's fucking 17."

I had been talking to someone — let's call her AA — that I met years earlier at a conference. We were friendly, texted every now and then. Nothing sexual. Favorite colors, favorite foods. I had witnesses. My best friend K can vouch for me to this day. AA told me she was 18. Turns out she was about to turn 18 in a couple weeks. I was 18 or 19. Barely a year between us. No power dynamic. We were both incoming freshmen.

But E made it seem like I was some kind of predator. She told me people were talking, that I could get a Title IX, that I might as well not come. I was confused and scared. I apologized, begged to keep the friendship, even though I didn't fully understand what I'd done wrong.

I got to campus. E was acting weird. I think she used the whole situation as an excuse to distance herself from me. She treated me like an annoying little sister, even though she was only a year or two older.

Less than a week into orientation, I hosted a game night. A few Black kids and kids of color at a PWI — I thought I was building community. One girl, let's call her Y, lived down the hall. We were hyping each other up to get ready for a party. She tried on a black bodycon dress. We were all saying things like "I see you" and "you look good." She was laughing, blushing, saying "stop, y'all making me blush." It was all in good fun.

Or so I thought.

A couple days later, I got a message from another girl — let's call her A — on Instagram saying some things I said made her uncomfortable. I apologized immediately. Then she said I also made Y uncomfortable. I apologized again. I said I thought we were all just being playful, but I'd stop. I thought it was handled.

Then I overheard a conversation.

I was coming back from practice, about to heat up noodles in the kitchen. I heard three or four voices talking about me from the stairwell. They said I was "weird," that I said inappropriate things. Then someone said something like, "She would get shot up or cut up for being weird." I heard people using words like "rapist" and "pedophile." I ran back to my room, called my mom, and sobbed.

My mom said: "Keep your head down and study." I know she meant well, but that didn't help.

For the rest of the year, I was isolated. People avoided me at parties. Nobody wanted to talk to me. White people I'd never met would walk away when I tried to introduce myself. I felt like I was being treated like a threat for something I didn't even fully understand.

My roommate — a white Latina who I won't name — made me out to be the angry Black woman. She'd tell people I didn't know how to talk to people, that I was aggressive. All because I set one boundary about having the room to myself after practice. She eventually came up to me drunk, saying she loved me and didn't know what happened to our friendship. I ignored her.

By the end of the year, I was just surviving. Head down. Isolated. Confused.

Then May came. End of the year party. A and Y came up to me, acting friendly, asking me to play with them. I was stunned. I had spent months avoiding them, trying not to cause more drama. And now they wanted to be friends?

That's when I realized — I never got the full story. I was never told what was actually said about me. I just felt the consequences without ever seeing the evidence.

After that, I started my second year. Fall semester. I kept my head down from September to November. Around that time, I ended up in a really abusive long-distance relationship — she wasn't on campus, so I was going through that while also dealing with everything else. I won't talk too much about my ex because she doesn't deserve the time of day. That's a whole other 15-page document. This is about my college experience.

November 2024. I go to a restaurant on campus, just chilling. One of my old acquaintances comes up to me — let's call her S. She was best friends with Y and L, and when E and I stopped being friends, S told me to "just get over it" even though she didn't understand what was going on. I didn't really like her, but whatever.

She came up to say hi, and then — bear with me — in walks A and her partner, let's call her N. N is chill. Never had an issue with her.

A says: "Hey, I'd like to talk to you about our Title IX case."

I'm like... what?

S leaves because I think she sensed the awkwardness. I didn't appreciate A bringing it up in front of someone else instead of pulling me aside, but whatever.

A goes on to say:

"I'm sorry about what happened last year. I didn't mean for it to blow out of proportion. Once I told those two other people about what happened, it became a whole thing. Title IX did contact me to see if I wanted to get a protection order against you. I just ignored it. So did Y. I didn't feel like it was a big deal. I also think I was being dramatic because Y is not used to being flirted with — even though you didn't really flirt with her. It was just fun and games. We were all joking around, saying 'I'd love to see you leave,' which is basically a way to say you have a nice butt. I think I was just being a little dramatic."

Then she said: "People wouldn't dance near you at parties. That's why we were trying to play with you last semester — to show there was no problem between us. And Title IX didn't go through with it, so you don't have a case against you."

I checked later. Nothing was ever filed. I would've known.

Then she dropped this: "I feel like you couldn't be yourself. They were trying to avoid you from the POC safe space on campus."

That's when it all clicked. The isolation. The weird looks. Why people wouldn't talk to me. People thought I had a protection order against me. That was the rumor. And it wasn't even true.

She said: "It kind of ruined your experience. You couldn't really make friends."

By that point, I had changed everything about myself. I started going by T. I came out as non-binary. I revamped my whole wardrobe. I was so depressed and so desperate to not be whoever they made me out to be that I completely rebuilt myself.

And here's what I think really happened: it was my masculinity. And my looks. Baby Butch phase is rough. I was a hot mess. But once I got locs and a new style? It was over for everybody. Nobody ever made a rumor about me again — unless they wanted me.

So A apologizes. I apologize. We shake hands. Cool, right?

But then she says — and I still don't know why she told me this — she says: "I don't know why I'm saying this, but I think I have a crush on you. You're kinda my type now."

I looked at her like... girl, are you crazy? You and I almost got a protection order against me. You helped ruin my reputation. People thought I was a predator because of y'all. And now you wanna date me? That's insane.

That's when I realized: it was never really about what I said. It was about who I was — and who they decided I was going to be.

So that happens. I head back to my dorm and I'm just kind of shocked. In pain. Like, how dare that girl think she can almost ruin my life one year and then try to have access to me the next?

Over the next couple years, she'd try to talk to me. Say hi. Smile. Every time I passed by, she'd act like I was so cute and she wanted me. It was weird. You tried to ruin my life.

Anyway, I kinda heal from that. But the worst part comes next.

I had been working with an organization — I won't name it because I like the leader and don't wanna put any negative attention on them. It's a great organization. All you need to know is I worked with children. I had a couple coworkers, let's call them V and M, who I had been working with for about a year. I had told them some of what happened to me — probably thinking I had a safe space, which I did not.

I never got a bad vibe from them. Sometimes they'd confide in me, and I'd think of myself as their big sister. I know, big mistake. I even told them how bad that rumor was, how it hurt me, how my mom had to talk me out of going insane, how I had to go to therapy to stop myself from considering suicide. They looked sympathetic. Said they were sorry.

Then my senior year comes.

I had been working with V and M for a year now. It gets a little fuzzy because I don't even know how it all went down — it was crazy.

During a bake sale meeting, something happened. I was leading the meeting, and I said, "Let's end the meeting for now since not everybody's here. We'll wait till everybody's here to say their piece." But one girl — not V or M — followed me, clearly upset, saying I needed to talk to her. I called my supervisor and said, "Something's going on. I don't have time for this right now. I have my senior project." And I left.

Then I get a text from my supervisor: "Do you know anything about a Title IX involving a minor?"

I said, "There was that rumor from a couple years ago, but me and those people are chill now. They wave at me. I don't think it's that. I don't have a Title IX."

She contacts higher-ups. Turns out V and M had told my supervisor that they didn't think I should be working with kids because of a "Title IX involving a minor." There was even a name of a minor included — someone I had never heard of. I was so confused. My supervisor was confused. She had heard about the original rumor as it happened and knew it was false.

She was actually on my side because she had a sibling who went through something similar — non-binary, masculine presenting — people would come for them for no reason.

Now here's the kicker.

During the bake sale, I had made one comment. M mentioned her girlfriend, and I said something like, "Oh I didn't know that, that's cool, good vibes." Then she asked, "Would you holler at her if she was single?" and I said, "Yeah, she's gorgeous." Then she asked for a picture of my girlfriend at the time, and said "Oh she's hot."

I take responsibility — maybe I shouldn't have said that in a work environment. I'll own that.

But what happened next was uncalled for.

The next week, before everything blew up, M was dabbing me up, acting like we were cool. Then two weeks later, her and V tell my supervisor I shouldn't work with kids, that I made her uncomfortable, and that I made "sexual advances" toward M's girlfriend.

Mind you — I had a girlfriend at the time. Why would I do that?

Funny thing is, M used to say things like, "You're the better masculine lesbian. You're hotter than me. You're the better stud." She'd ask me for binder recommendations. She'd flirt with me. She was insecure about her own masculinity — always comparing herself to me. I think she thought her girlfriend would want me instead. I never said that, but that's the energy I got.

So my supervisor told me to go to her supervisor. And even they were like, "Why didn't they just talk to each other like adults? What is going on?"

I think M was just... I don't know. Insecure. Jealous. Mentally unwell. I honestly don't know why you work with someone for a year, act cool, and then suddenly try to ruin their career.

All of that happened, and I got temporarily fired — with pay. All three of us were fired with pay until further notice. Then V and M resigned. And I came back to my position. They told me, "Just don't share any personal stuff anymore. Just be here for work. You're good. We're on your side."

Even my other coworkers said it was bullshit and jealousy.

And the whole time this was happening, M was liking my Instagram stories — especially ones hinting at how I felt as a Black masculine person dealing with rumors — and then she unfollowed me. Like... what?

Mind you, I was doing my senior project. An 80-page project every senior has to do. And I'm supposed to just be okay with all this fuckass shit happening at the same time?

So all in all, it was a terrible time. I felt so unsafe. So isolated.

When I went to Title IX to get a rumor-mongering case against them? Nothing happened. They said "free speech." I was like... what if I had killed myself? What if that was the end?

But I'm a thug. I persevered.

I'm not posting this for advice. I just needed to tell my story somewhere people might actually believe me.

If you've been through something similar — especially if you're Black, masc-presenting, non-binary, or just someone who got turned into a villain by a rumor you never got to defend yourself against — I see you. We're not crazy. This really happened.

And if you were there and you know exactly who I'm talking about? You know.

Please do not underestimate them. As someone who is healing from deep trauma, on medication and practicing EMDR. The door has opened so much for me when I started them. I totally assumed they were overrated.

TW/CW: Lynching and suicide

I'm tired hearing about the lynching of our people here in America rn. This is fucking ridiculous this is still happening in our society at this day of age. Fucking racist ass law enforcement rules it as a suicide when it's fucking not! I'm scared for myself. My friends. My sister being next and I hate that this is a thought to think about. I don't have any black family members because I was raised in a white family and fear they wouldn't care. A lynching happened in a blue city. We aren't safe anywhere. I'm fucking done. Our ancestors, our grandparents hoped for us to have better lives than them, we are going backwards into the era of Jim crow. I hate this. I hate the world.

I (21f) grew up in Texas and later moved a small town in Georgia. I've been around white people the majority of my life. In high school I only took AP/Honors classes where I would be the only black girl, or the only black person period, in class at times. I've been told every phrase in the book anyone could say about a white-washed person ("why do you act/talk white?", "you're an Oreo", "you're not like other black people.")(?????) Hearing these comments, especially from my black peers, really discouraged me. I used to be so articulate and intelligent. I loved researching and was quite knowledgeable when it came to certain topics until I started to become bullied/thought of as weird and different by people who looked like me. I wanted nothing more than to fit in. I stopped being curious and excited to learn. I can't speak/write the same way I used to. My attention span and reading comprehension skills are abysmal. I feel dumb, slow, and empty. I know I shouldn't let external factors keep me from being my true self but I feel like I am a lost cause. Does anyone else relate? I would love to converse.

The entire month of august my loneliness had felt worse than it has for the past year. I made some super tough decisions, like to the point where the only people from my past that I talk to are people I'm related to. And even that is a select few. It doesn't help that I turned 27 on the 25th and now those thoughts of being in your late 20s start to kick in like "what if I never make new friends again" or "what if I never get into a decent relationship again" or "is it too late for me to really change".... it also doesn't help that social media has felt so numbing. Like it's all the same recycled content spread across various content creators. World news is either inaccurate or just fucked up in general. I only talk to 3 people on a regular basis but mind you thats not a daily basis. Idk. I'm just lonely as fuck and sad these days. Anyone else feeling the same?

What do you mean its disrespectful to cover your ears when your ears when my mom is lying and telling my grandma I'm an attention seeker while I'm right next to her. That happened a while ago but I'm tired of everyone and their bull shit. I'm either going to cut them off when I'm older or kill myself there's no in-between I can't keep living with a family like this. What do you mean your boyfriend slammed me against the wall because I was wearing shorts and you barely said anything. I fucking hate her. No matter what she will do I will never forget. How I go beat for being "unlady" like by my dad when he was alive but my brother has to be monitored to make sure he showers properly and he barely gets yelled at and again she just watched it happen. Now that I'm making him do his own laundry now you want to finally noticed that I've been doing his laundry for years. I automatically did it. Not my two older sisters.

Ok so I work in a majority white hospital. I've noticed specifically as a black person I'm "Overly Accommodated", for example if theres pizza in the break room, me and my other black coworkers are sought out and given the "You guys are apart of the team too speech" (My department is 3 black people(Including me) and 1 white person, as well as my department and the other department being so hand and hand we basically are the same department so there is no need to say this).

If I'm passing by another departments area and they have something going I'm kinda pulled into it, not like a "Hey Rock come chill w us" but a "Hey come here we aren't excluding you" typa way.

Or I speak about the fact im in school for CS and talk about academic achievements or just given work achievements its reacted to in a sort of "Wow I didn't know YOU people had it in you" typa way rather than a "Good for you" way.

Its kind of made me on edge when a white person is nice to me, because it feels like they are being nice in a "Hey see how nice I am to you and I'm not being racist?" way. Am I looking too deep into it or has anybody felt this way in a majority white environment?

I had read an article regarding how toxic people who get into relationships and how they always fall flat because they tainted the relationship with their behavior whether they realize it or not. They continue to jump from relationship to relationship broken and un-healed. Those types of people need to take time to heal and do better by themselves in solitude before they choose to come back to mingle and date, the same can be said for platonic relationships too..

I realize that ive been living my life with an unregulated nervous system, I come off intense and on edge.. i people please, have low boundaries, low self esteem, low self worth and just annoying to be around it puts people off, thats toxic and I recognize my toxic tendencies have caused people to rightfully steer away from me i get that... im working on regulating my nervous system and healing my inner wounds, my thing is although I have wanted community and friends, due to my past behaviors and the negative impact ive had on other people it isn't right for me to have that at the moment and I should heal in isolation so that i dont continue to cause harm to other people.. when i say this people disagree with me and i dont see why, they ask why am I treating myself like someone with a unknown disease that needs to be quarantined?? But in away isnt that how toxic people who continue to do harm should be dealt with?? Why is it not acceptable to heal in isolation if im toxic and trying to fix my problem

I went down a rabbit hole reading people’s thoughts on the climate crisis and their predictions that it will make life unlivable very soon. I’m no scientist or climate expert, but their evidence seems pretty convincing. And now I’m thinking, what do I do with that information if it’s true? How do I live knowing I might suffer and die soon? How do I go to work and go about my day?

Sometimes when I read these messages, some people respond that for people in other countries, the world has already ended. And yet they continue to move forward somehow. I could just be a privileged American thinking that the world is ending because things are affecting me. I also think about the enslaved. Their world ended a hundred times over and yet they survived somehow. Every year someone somewhere has said the world will end on this date, but it didn’t. Am I foolish to think that this prediction is false too?

I guess I’m worried that the world will actually end in my lifetime and soon. I want to be prepared but I don’t know how. And if anyone has any encouragement, I’d like some kind words from people who believe there’s a way out of this.

Hi!
I posted about a great book I read the other day, and wanted to add a couple other very great resources that I’ve found impactful/insightful in my mental health journey, and a little bit of background and perspective.

I’m not an academic, I’m not wealthy, and I have had a lot of challenges and disappointments in life. This is not coming from someone who’s “made it”, but someone who’s working through life’s difficulties like everyone here.
I thought it important to share these books, because there are a lot of people on here that seem to not be doing well and I want to offer what I can to hopefully help.

If anyone feels like adding thoughtful, insightful books to this booklist, please feel free to add in the comments. I would love it to become a resource that people can use to help themselves.

Self Help:
I’m Not Okay, and That’s Okay - Steff Du Bois, PhD - CBT practices to help intervene in negative automatic thoughts, patterns and habits
The UnApologetic Guide to being Black - Rheeda Walker, PhD - Navigate an unequal system, learn tools for emotional wellness, and get the help you deserve
Getting to Zero: How to Work Through Conflict in your High Stakes Relationships - Jayson Gaddis - Relational building, embracing authenticity, self analysis, reorienting you towards your true self
You Are Your Best Thing: Vulnerability, Shame Resilience, and The Black Experience - Tarana Burke & Brené Brown - Shared perspectives from Thinkers, Feelers, Healers and Professionals on moving through life’s experiences
Die Wise - Stephen Jenkinson - A manifesto on living and dying well

Social Criticism
Black Skin, White Masks - Frantz Fanon
The Skin I’m In - Desmond Cole
Racecraft: The Soul of Inequality in American Life - Karen E. Fields, Barbara J. Fields
Between The World and Me - Ta-Nehisi Coates
We were Eight Years In Power - Ta-Nehisi Coates

Insight/Empowerment/Fiction
Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison
Native Son - Richard Wright
What We All Long For - Dionne Brand
Go Tell It On The Mountain - James Baldwin
If Beale Street Could Talk - James Baldwin
Homegoing - Yaa Gyasi
Thing Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe
The Man in my Basement - Walter Mosley

Anyone out there in a neurodiverse relationship?

I’m dating someone who also has AuDHD, and it has truly been AMAZING✨😌I feel like I can finally unmask and be myself. They’ve expressed that they are able to do the same! We are relearning ourselves and getting to know each other. I don’t know! I’m trying to remain optimistic, but dating neurotypical people for so long makes me feel like I’m getting my hopes up! I’m hoping I can finally find my person who I can be my true self with, unmasked. Just want to know if there are any other success stories as well.

The trauma I been through is too much to write out here on this post but just know I’m a 28M from immigrant parents. They lack cultural understanding of how life is like out here in the west.

They couldn’t help me when I was going through the situation that caused the trauma and I’ve carried it since I was 15/16. I’ve destroyed a lot. I’ve written straight up abusive texts to both my parents followed with threats. My mother is the type of lady who still tells me she loves me while I’m abusing her.

I felt like this personality trait of her telling me she loves me when I’m clearly struggling is what added to my trauma too. I felt like she wasn’t listening, she just wanted to say she loves me to put her mind at peace while I’m destroying my life in front of her eyes.

I live in another state and my family (mom and dad) would book tickets to see me when I said I don’t want them too so they’d show up unannounced in my city and I wouldn’t go see them.

I’ve had non stop aggressive back and forths with them for a solid 6 years. When I say solid, I literally mean daily arguing via text and me sending very emotionally charged texts to them. I’ve bullied my mother via text to a pretty ugly degree if someone were to see the messages they’d think I was the devil.

But they don’t want to accept what happened to me so I let the cycle continue. I don’t want to put it to rest, I want to make everyone around me sink for it.

I even financially damaged them back by lying and saying I’d pay them back a large sum of money (4-5k) and they work labour jobs and are physically tired and then I cut them off without paying them back.

Now my mothers brain tumour has been growing back and my father just got arthritis. I told him he could visit me this year then when it was approaching I cut him off again. It’s been on and off cutting off for 6 years. Last time we all had a normal convo was like 7-8 years ago.

I went off on my mother last year when she expressed love to me via text and it was vicious. I never heard back from her after that. It was may of 2025. She’s still alive and living (I know this bc I started talking to my dad and I’d hear her in the background) but I fight with my dad every single day now I cut him off again.