Saturday, September 30, 2017

Kraft Macoroni and Cheese copypasta

Kraft Dinner (Canada), known as Kraft Macaroni & Cheese or Kraft Mac and Cheese in the United States and Australia and Macaroni Cheese or Cheesey Pasta in the United Kingdom, is a packaged dry macaroni and cheese mix. The product was first introduced in 1937 in the United States by the company now known as Kraft Foods. It is now available in several other formulations including Easy Mac, a single-serving designed specifically for cooking in microwaves.[2]

Contents [hide] 1 History 2 Variations 2.1 Kraft Dinner Smart 3 Marketing 3.1 Cheddar Explosion 4 Canadian culture 5 Ingredients 6 Colouring 7 See also 8 References 9 External links 9.1 Multimedia History[edit] The prerequisite to creating packaged macaroni and cheese was the development of "processed" cheeses in which emulsifying salts help stabilize the product, giving it a longer life. James Lewis Kraft, originally of Fort Erie, Ontario, but then living in Chicago, did not invent processed cheese but won a patent for one processing method in 1916 and began to build his cheese business.[3]

The idea for selling macaroni and cheese together as a package came about during the Great Depression when a St. Louis, Missouri, salesman began attaching grated cheese to boxes of pasta with a rubber band.[3] In 1937, Kraft introduced the product in the U.S. and Canada.[4] The timing of the product's launch had much to do with its success. During World War II, rationing of milk and dairy products, an increased reliance on meatless entrees, and more women working outside the home, created a nearly captive market for the product, which was considered a hearty meal for families. Its shelf life of ten months was attractive at a time when many Canadian homes did not have refrigerators.[3]

New product lines using different flavours and pasta shapes and increases to shelf life have been introduced over the decades. Kraft Dinner is still seen as inexpensive, easy-to-make comfort food, with marketing to highlight its value and convenience.[5][6]

Variations[edit] The product now comes in several compositions:

The "Original Recipe" of dry macaroni pasta and powdered processed cheese. The "Deluxe" form, with the powdered processed cheese replaced with a prepared processed cheese spread that comes in a foil pouch (cheese sauce formerly came in a can). This allows the cheese to be applied directly to the cooked pasta without additional preparation or ingredients. The pasta is also different; elbow macaroni replaces the thin, straight macaroni supplied as part of the "Original Recipe." The "Homestyle" form, is the newest form of Kraft Mac & Cheese. It is similar to the "Deluxe" form, though it provides a large size, and includes seasoned breadcrumbs to apply to the macaroni and cheese. It comes in various flavours, such as Sharp Cheddar and Bacon, Four Cheese, among other flavours. It is marketed as being a "more premium option", for those who would not eat the "Original Recipe". This version also has the prepared process cheese spread, that comes in a foil pouch. Due to the breadcrumbs topping, this form has more sodium than the "Deluxe", or "Original Recipe" forms. "Kraft Easy Mac", which makes single servings portions. This formulation is prepared in a microwave oven. A commercial version is manufactured for restaurant distribution that is a frozen, fully prepared product which is designed to be heated in a microwave. The product can be found at Burger King and Applebee's restaurants.[7]

Commercial version of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese sold at Burger King Kraft Dinner Smart[edit] Kraft Dinner Smart (also known as KD Smart) is a sub-brand of the Kraft Dinner brand. It represents a line of Kraft macaroni and cheese products that contain no artificial flavours, colours or preservatives and have added ingredients like cauliflower, oats or flax seed blended into the noodles. It comes in four varieties:[8]

Kraft Dinner Smart originally launched in Canada in March 2010 with two vegetable varieties. In June 2011, the line-up was re-launched with new packaging graphics and two new varieties (Flax Omega-3 and High Fibre).

The product is made with real Kraft cheddar and is manufactured in Mount Royal, Quebec.

Marketing[edit] The product was originally marketed as Kraft Dinner with the slogan "a meal for four in nine minutes for an everyday price of 19 cents."[9] It was renamed to Kraft Macaroni & Cheese in the United States and other countries. In several markets it goes by different names; in the United Kingdom it is marketed as Cheesey Pasta, while in Canada it changed its original name with the nickname KD in 2015.

The product is also heavily promoted toward children in the United States on television with the promotional name Kraft Cheese & Macaroni. When advertising to younger children, the television advertisement encourages the children to ask for "The Blue Box." In 2010 Kraft launched a $50 million multi-media marketing campaign with a nostalgia theme aimed at adults to promote all varieties of Kraft dinner.[10] In Canada, Kraft has advertising programs intended to make the meal appealing to newly arrived immigrant groups.[3]

There are regular promotional tie-in versions of the Kraft Dinner, aimed at kids. Packages have come with pasta in the shapes of various characters popular with children, such as Looney Tunes, Super Mario Bros., Pokémon, the Rugrats, The Flintstones, Scooby-Doo, Toy Story, Phineas & Ferb, SpongeBob SquarePants, Minions, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.[5] Kraft Foods has also released many products under the product banner. These include other versions of macaroni and cheese with different shaped pasta and different flavours, but it has also included completely different dishes, such as spaghetti in several different flavours.

Cheddar Explosion[edit] In promotion of the introduction of its "Cheddar Explosion" variety of Kraft Dinner, Kraft sponsored the demolition of Texas Stadium April 11, 2010. The New York-based public relations firm Hunter Public Relations, which has represented Kraft since 1991,[11] acted on behalf of Kraft. In its last act of 2009 the Irving, Texas, city council made Kraft Macaroni and Cheese the official sponsor of the demolition. Kraft paid $75,000 to local charities and donated $75,000 in Kraft products. A national essay contest directed at children who "have made a difference in their community" was held with the winner allowed to push the button initiating the controlled demolition.[12] The winning essayist was 11-year-old Casey Rogers of Terrell, Texas, founder of a charity serving the homeless.[13]

Canadian culture[edit] Kraft Dinner has been called the de facto national dish of Canada.[3] Packaged in Quebec with Canadian wheat and milk, and other ingredients from Canada and the US,[14] Canadians purchase 1.7 million of the 7 million boxes sold globally each week[15] and eat an average of 3.2 boxes of Kraft Dinner each year, 55% more than Americans. The meal is the most popular grocery item in the country,[3][16] where "Kraft Dinner" has iconic status and has become a generic trademark of sorts for macaroni and cheese.[17] It is often simply referred to by the initials K.D. As Kraft Dinner has a different name in Canada from the United States and other markets, the Canadian marketing and advertising platform is a made-in-Canada effort as US advertising cannot be easily adapted.[18]

Pundit Rex Murphy wrote that "Kraft Dinner revolves in that all-but-unobtainable orbit of the Tim Hortons doughnut and the A&W Teen Burger. It is one of that great trinity of quick digestibles that have been enrolled as genuine Canadian cultural icons."[19] Douglas Coupland wrote that "cheese plays a weirdly large dietary role in the lives of Canadians, who have a more intimate and intense relationship with Kraft food products than the citizens of any other country. This is not a shameless product plug -- for some reason, Canadians and Kraft products have bonded the way Australians have bonded with Marmite [sic, recte:Vegemite], or the English with Heinz baked beans. In particular, Kraft macaroni and cheese, known simply as Kraft Dinner, is the biggie, probably because it so precisely laser-targets the favoured Canadian food groups: fat, sugar, starch and salt".[20] Immigrants often mention Kraft Dinner when surveys ask for examples of Canadian food.[3] As a measure of the product's Canadian popularity, its Facebook page, KD Battle Zone, attracted 270,000 fans, despite there being no prizes for the contest.[18]

Former Prime Minister Paul Martin regularly referred to it as his favourite food, though also confessed that he was unable to prepare it.[21] During the same election former Prime Minister Stephen Harper stated that "I'll never be able to give my kids a billion-dollar company, but Laureen and I are saving for their education. And I have actually cooked them Kraft Dinner — I like to add wieners."[22] Most of his countrymen ignore the instructions and believe that they have a unique way of preparing the food, like adding wieners or cheese.[18] Additional ingredients are not necessary; simply adjusting the cooking time and the amount of milk or butter/margarine can produce a dish ranging from soft noodles in a creamy sauce to firm noodles in a thin, milky sauce.

In the September 2012 issue of The Walrus magazine, the cover story "Manufacturing Taste" by Sasha Chapman details the history of the Canadian cheese industry and Kraft's impact on it. She notably draws attention to Canada being unique in favouring a manufactured food product (made by a foreign company) as its national dish at the expense of local cheeses. Chapman's article is structured around this question, from the first page:

But what does it mean if a national dish is manufactured, formulated by scientists in a laboratory in Glenview, Illinois, and sold back to us by the second-largest food company in the world?[3]



Submitted October 01, 2017 at 07:41AM by johncena2121 http://ift.tt/2fZJJKr copypasta

How Do You Store and Organize Your Tea? tea

So recently I've made the decision to have more types of tea than ever before (a total of about 20) and I've been thinking about buying a box or chest or cupboard or something of that nature because my cupboard above the refrigerator is neither easily accessed (causing me to drink less tea) nor is it actually good at storing the tea due to its lack of shelves/drawers. That said, most of the options I see are between $70-100 and at that price I could have a guy I know make a custom box. So dear /r/tea enthusiasts, how do you store and organize your tea, and what is your dream tea storage-solution?



Submitted October 01, 2017 at 05:48AM by Xeroshifter http://ift.tt/2g0x4GU tea

scrap metal curb alert (Brooklyn) FreeStuffNYC

hot water heater tank on the curb. Also up the block is a refrigerator. 430-79 Street

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Pricing on a genuine GE MWF refrigerator water filter? Appliances

Nobody on the internet sells this thing for less than $40 (amazon, etc) but there's a number of listings on ebay for apparently the real deal....

http://ift.tt/2hEb48H

If it looks too good to be true, it probably is, I was just wondering if anybody knew about this, thought it odd or had an explanation?

Thanks.



Submitted October 01, 2017 at 05:40AM by nixomose http://ift.tt/2fAwW0j Appliances

ELI5:Why did my gin evaporate and soak into a napkin? explainlikeimfive

The other night I put a glass of gin and tonic in the refrigerator and covered it with a napkin. When I took it out the next evening the napkin was soaked and there was less liquid in the glass.



Submitted October 01, 2017 at 05:40AM by pepis3 http://ift.tt/2fzGjx9 explainlikeimfive

scrap metal curb alert (Brooklyn) FreeStuffNYC

hot water heater tank on the curb. Also up the block is a refrigerator. 430-79 Street

from Craigslist http://ift.tt/2g0BLAO

via IFTTT



Submitted October 01, 2017 at 05:16AM by fiplefip http://ift.tt/2fB9QXq FreeStuffNYC

scrap metal curb alert (Brooklyn) FreeStuffNYC

hot water heater tank on the curb. Also up the block is a refrigerator. 430-79 Street

from Craigslist http://ift.tt/2g0BLAO

via IFTTT



Submitted October 01, 2017 at 05:17AM by fiplefip http://ift.tt/2hE8Oyf FreeStuffNYC

Pricing on a genuine GE MWF refrigerator water filter? Appliances

Nobody on the internet sells this thing for less than $40 (amazon, etc) but there's a number of listings on ebay for apparently the real deal....

http://ift.tt/2hEb48H

If it looks too good to be true, it probably is, I was just wondering if anybody knew about this, thought it odd or had an explanation?

Thanks.



Submitted October 01, 2017 at 05:40AM by nixomose http://ift.tt/2fAwW0j Appliances

ELI5:Why did my gin evaporate and soak into a napkin? explainlikeimfive

The other night I put a glass of gin and tonic in the refrigerator and covered it with a napkin. When I took it out the next evening the napkin was soaked and there was less liquid in the glass.



Submitted October 01, 2017 at 05:40AM by pepis3 http://ift.tt/2fzGjx9 explainlikeimfive

Subleasing Apartment Near UCF! orlando

Hello! We are subleasing a 1-bed 1-bath apartment located within Tivoli Apartments off of McCullouch near UCF. The reason why we are subleasing is that we both found a place that would be exceptionally closer to our jobs than this apt.

Rent is $970/mo, and the utilities you would be responsible for are Electricity and Water.

Approx 750ft2 (Floor Plan)

Features:

  • Washer, Dryer, Refrigerator, Microwave, and Dishwasher included!
  • Approx 2 miles away from UCF Campus
  • The UCF Shuttle stops by approx every 15-25 minutes
  • Community pool and small gym
  • Balcony included
  • Pet friendly (there is a 1-time pet $250 fee through Tivoli; not added within monthly cost of rent)
  • More amenities here

Please comment or message me for more information and contact info.



Submitted September 30, 2017 at 09:56PM by PBRsupercool http://ift.tt/2x59Ipz orlando

Friday, September 29, 2017

23 [M4F] Southern California - Looking for long-term affection r4r

I'm a guy with a good job, a house, and two cats I adore (even when they pretend they don't love me back). I'm looking for someone who at least has their life 50% together (has a job or is in college). No one is perfect, and I don't believe in lists of requirements. However, the following will win points with me:

  • Somewhat outgoing, and can put up with an introvert who needs slight encouragement to go do things. (Basically, I love traveling and exploring, but hate doing it alone.)

  • Loves to cuddle.

  • Likes cats (if you hate them or are severely allergic, it could be a problem)

  • Willing to drive to see each other fairly often (at least monthly, ideally more), as I'm likely at least an hour away from you. I'm fine with doing most of the driving if necessary.

  • Enjoys video games, or can at least fake it on occasion. (Pretty flexible on this, just an occasional thing for me.)

  • Fond of long walks between the refrigerator and the couch between binge watching TV.

As for some things that describe me:

  • Quiet

  • Kind (once I open up, doesn't take too long)

  • Loyal (potentially too much)

  • Caring (I'll sacrifice a bit to make a friend's life even slightly better.)

  • Programmer, technology lover

I'm at a point in my life where I want to share it with someone, and I hope you are too!



Submitted September 30, 2017 at 09:25AM by SituationInfatuation http://ift.tt/2xIipHZ r4r

Please me fix my camper's refrigerator. fixit

old 1967 camper, have only had a couple of months, just got the electricity working but the fridge still doesn't seem to turn on.
am hoping i can get it working thru propane (or do i need elec and propane both to have it work?).
the propane lines all appear to be in good order, stove and oven work great. i can't seem to get the fridge lit. there is a missing lightner ingitor (D) from the diagram under the fridge. can i still get it working with out this? any advice on how to light it or how to make it work with electricity?

PICTURES



Submitted September 30, 2017 at 06:49AM by 2mice http://ift.tt/2x2DUpW fixit

This diner local to me has a Quiznos refrigerator mildlyinteresting

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Submitted September 30, 2017 at 04:18AM by thatweirdkidethan http://ift.tt/2womH61 mildlyinteresting

As the only vegan in the office, I always get blamed for any spoiled veggies or fruit when the refrigerator is cleaned out. vegan

Dude, other people eat produce, too, I'm not the only one!



Submitted September 30, 2017 at 03:37AM by clearbee http://ift.tt/2xLJPym vegan

[Question] Does a new fridge require a exclusive 20A breaker line? electricians

I bought a house that was built in 1997, and bought a brand new KitchenAid fridge model krmf706ebs. After 1.5 months the ice maker stopped working, after 6 technicians exchanging various parts, including ice maker sensors, water dispenser control board, air circulation fans, and lastly the control board for this fridge. Whirlpool is now requiring me to have an electrician come out and install a 15-20A exclusive line to it, claiming that they've ran all the diagnostics on the fridge, all comes back green and the "noise" on the power line is the only possible thing that prevents this to work correctly. I looked at my breaker board, and saw that my kitchen has at least 3 (I can't remember if the food dispenser is in a separate circuit) 20A breakers, 2 small appliances, 1 for the microwave. The fridge shares the same circuit as 3 outlets and the gas range. After I looked at the board, I've been calling bullshit on their assessment, specially since the owner's manual (page 12) says it is only recommended for it to be on a exclusive circuit.

Am I right to call them on their bullshit? What are your suggestions?

I currently don't have the money to hire an electrician to do the job they are asking me to.

From what I can see I have a few options:

1 - Go to war with them and their bullshit assessment 2 - Buy a power line filter/surge protector (cheapest) 3 - Get an electrician to come out and give me a report calling them out on their bullshit, or saying they are actually right 4 - Just find money to do the job and bite the bullet.

Energy Guide: http://ift.tt/2xCVdxh Owner's Manual: http://ift.tt/2fEKBXU

Exert from the Electrical Requirements section: Before you move your refrigerator into its final location, it is important to make sure you have the proper electrical connection. Recommended Grounding Method A 115-volt, 60 Hz, AC-only 15- or 20-amp fused, grounded electrical supply is required. It is recommended that a separate circuit serving only your refrigerator and approved accessories be provided. Use an outlet that cannot be turned off by a switch. Do not use an extension cord. NOTE: Before performing any type of installation, cleaning, or removing a light bulb, turn off Cooling, and then disconnect the refrigerator from the electrical source. When you have finished, reconnect the refrigerator to the electrical source and turn on Cooling. See “Using the Control(s).”



Submitted September 30, 2017 at 12:42AM by vinchbr http://ift.tt/2xFloDs electricians

Can we talk dormancy strategies other than unheated garage and refrigerator? SavageGarden

I live in zone 6b/7a. I don't have a garage. I also rent, so my plants are in pots, not planted in the ground. Neither do I have a basement. Doing refrigerator dormancy is problematic (I have enough plants that it is a pain in the ass, also not sure if my roommate can manage to not crush any plants I would be keeping in the fridge for 3 months).

Does anyone in a situation similar to mine have any clever workarounds they use for dormancy? I am wondering if I could use 1 or 2 styrofoam coolers and pack them with hay/mulch and put them up against the side of my house or up against our sliding glass door. I am thinking that will be warmer than just sitting out in the middle of the yard. I could perhaps even throw a handwarmer pack into the coolers for the really deep freezes which happen from time to time. Or, will a cheap ($50 or less) coldframe from Amazon work?

I should also add that the plants I am keeping outside this winter are: S. 'Judith Hindle', S. 'Dana's Delight', S. rubra, S. purpurea. And a handful of VFT typicals and a couple VFT cultivars (Red Dragon and Gremlin).

Please share your dormancy tips and tricks here. I have been nervous about handling dormancy since March, all suggestions and advice is appreciated.



Submitted September 30, 2017 at 12:13AM by progressiveoverload http://ift.tt/2yMybSz SavageGarden

My refrigerator is only marked 24 cu ft. How can I turn the volume up? shittyaskscience

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Submitted September 29, 2017 at 11:22PM by vanillanesquik http://ift.tt/2kaGdB9 shittyaskscience

KitchenAid (KFIS2PBMS00 ) refrigerator wont keep cool - evaporator icing up appliancerepair

KitchenAid KFIS2PBMS00 french door fridge with freezer below Pictures: http://ift.tt/2fE2LZS

Issue is that the fridge will keep a temp but not consistently. Freezer is set to -5F and if I put the fridge on max cool (lasts 24hrs) it will hold -3F to -1F temp in the freezer, 43 F up in the fridge. Once max cool ends, the freezer is around 5-10F and fridge is 50F or so.

I pulled the fridge out and checked the compressor - there's a service port and I added a bit of R134a to get it to about 5psi. Initially I added to about 12psi and I then removed some to drop it back down as my understanding is it should be around 5psi.

The evaporator was all iced up - I deiced it and I dont know if this is because I had too much coolant in the system. It seemed to hold cooler temps for a bit but now temps are creeping back up. I pulled the cover for the evaporator today and it's covered in frost (see pics).

All fans seem to be working fine, they're spinning find whenever I check on them. Compressor doesnt seem to be running constantly, but often.



Submitted September 29, 2017 at 10:48PM by veryangryj http://ift.tt/2hAtFSN appliancerepair

23 [M4F] Southern California - Looking for long-term affection r4r

I'm a guy with a good job, a house, and two cats I adore (even when they pretend they don't love me back). I'm looking for someone who at least has their life 50% together (has a job or is in college). No one is perfect, and I don't believe in lists of requirements. However, the following will win points with me:

  • Somewhat outgoing, and can put up with an introvert who needs slight encouragement to go do things. (Basically, I love traveling and exploring, but hate doing it alone.)

  • Loves to cuddle.

  • Likes cats (if you hate them or are severely allergic, it could be a problem)

  • Willing to drive to see each other fairly often (at least monthly, ideally more), as I'm likely at least an hour away from you. I'm fine with doing most of the driving if necessary.

  • Enjoys video games, or can at least fake it on occasion. (Pretty flexible on this, just an occasional thing for me.)

  • Fond of long walks between the refrigerator and the couch between binge watching TV.

As for some things that describe me:

  • Quiet

  • Kind (once I open up, doesn't take too long)

  • Loyal (potentially too much)

  • Caring (I'll sacrifice a bit to make a friend's life even slightly better.)

  • Programmer, technology lover

I'm at a point in my life where I want to share it with someone, and I hope you are too!



Submitted September 29, 2017 at 09:45PM by SituationInfatuation http://ift.tt/2x0Vbjr r4r

I'm Doug Mack, an author who traveled 30,000 miles to visit all five U.S territories. I'm here to answer questions about barbecue on Guam, “Made in USA” factories in the Northern Mariana Islands, why Americans in 1900 knew more about the territories than we do today, and more. AMA! IAmA

Short bio: Hi, Reddit. I’m Doug Mack, travel writer and author of two books, most recently The Not-Quite States of America, about the USA’s territories: Puerto Rico, the U.S. Virgin Islands, American Samoa, Guam, and the Northern Mariana Islands (with guest appearances by the eleven Minor Outlying Islands and three freely associated states). I worked on the book for more than two years, covering 30,000 miles as I visited each territory (plus the Marshall Islands), and spent months researching their histories, their roles in the broader American story, and the complicated legal matters surrounding them (including the newly infamous Jones Act).

My book mixes travelogue, history, and political commentary, and I welcome your questions about everything: Where to eat ice cream in Saint Croix, hiking in American Samoa, why American Samoans aren’t citizens, the Puerto Rican independence movement, beer-drinking pigs, how the “Imperial Moment” formed the basis for the American Century (what the Imperial Moment is …), traditional sea navigation in the Northern Mariana Islands, colonialism, manifest destiny … and so on.

So…Ask me anything. I may not know all the answers—and I’ll be honest when that’s the case—but my book is the most comprehensive examination at the U.S. territories in more than a century, so I like to think I know a pretty solid amount.

See more details at my book website (and the official one with Norton, my publisher). Here’s a video I made about the territories, in which I hand-draw the entire USA while explaining the history of national expansion. You can also always find me on Twitter, @douglasmack.

Here's proof!

I’ll start answering questions around 2pm Central today (Friday, September 29), and go for at least two hours. There will be a short break at some while my new refrigerator is being delivered, and if you’d like insightful commentary on that topic, just ask.



Submitted September 29, 2017 at 08:32PM by DougMackAuthor http://ift.tt/2ycxrZI IAmA

Looking for an App Frugal

Hi Frugal!

I was wondering if any of you knew of an app that could help households reduce the amount of food they may be unintentionally wasting. In so many words, I envision it working by having you first create an inventory of all the food you currently have within your pantry/refrigerator/freezer, and then build recipes based upon the ingredients you already have.

Does anyone know if such an app exists?

Thanks!



Submitted September 29, 2017 at 06:19PM by blacknwhitelitebrite http://ift.tt/2ywPZzZ Frugal

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Jane doesn't want to be my friend. UnsentLetters

Jane-

I was really excited to meet you. It was cool that it was possible to make a friend so similar to me. However, there was a sinking feeling your boyfriend was kind of pushing you into tagging along with us, but I wrote it off as paranoia.

There was instantly a tense atmosphere when you joined our chat server, since you just posted a sad emoji...? It was...odd. But, thinking you were just a little awkward, I excitedly pressed on. It felt like I was talking to a brick wall, or rather, a refrigerator that opened itself mid conversation to envelop me in cold.

Then you just...randomly quit the server? Then came back, saying "you were asked to". Then that you weren't happy to be there. I mean...cool, okay. Sorry your boyfriend is so pushy but...it was never the end of the world for me for you to not be interested? You're not a celebrity and you kind of started acting like you thought you were. It was odd. I said you didn't have to do anything you didn't want to, you replied with a "mmmmm", my boyfriend make a quick excuse and we just stopped responding. The cringe was physically painful...

Your boyfriend also sent us your texts between you two, which was odd. I feel like those should be personal and we shouldn't have seen them. But hey, since I did and you're not reading this anyway, I'll respond here! Sorry we were too formal (you didn't like the way we speak??? Jfc) and seemed like no-fun people. You didn't seem fun yourself. You weren't even trying to pretend to be friendly.

I don't know, it's a bummer. It hurt even though I know that like...you INSTANTLY acted like you disliked us, even before we spoke a word to you. So I could've done literally nothing differently. I imagine it's really misdirected anger at your boyfriend for being excited about making a gaming group that isn't just you two, but...I guess I wish I knew the exact reason? So I could at least learn from this experience. All I learned was that just because you have a lot in common with someone, doesn't mean they'll be interested in speaking with you. Even if they have no friends...some people are just like that. And I can't help it.

It's your choice at the end of the day. I support it completely. We are not even going to hang out with your boyfriend as 3 people, or bother trying to get our friends together. It's kind of sad when I think about it that way, you damaged your boyfriend's potential friendship and work relationships. However it isn't our responsibility for us to tolerate his shitty girlfriend...but the thing is? We have other friends who are more well adjusted. We don't want to cause drama between you two, and it seemed our mere presence was enough for that.

By the way, sorry for how I talk but English isn't even my first language. I guess I don't want to be even second degree friends with someone that isn't cool with that. It gives me 'ignorant bigoted person' vibes. I don't want to risk even having to interact with you...so it's a hard pass from me.

So like, I totally respect that you don't owe me friendship. I guess I was just confused as to why you would even join the chat if you were going to act like that. We're people too? You treated us not like people. Eh. I wish you had at least given us a try, I think you would've found we're not as formal as you think!

By the way, even though I learned English when I was 7, at least I know what an ampersand is and don't think saying 'ampersand' makes you an overly formal person...

Guess I'll never see you again, shame. M <3



Submitted September 29, 2017 at 03:00PM by rantthrow123 http://ift.tt/2yxgMwb UnsentLetters

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Submitted September 29, 2017 at 11:55AM by karunatrivedi http://ift.tt/2xKO6Cm appliancerepair

I took lots of Benadryl and stole a pizza. confession

Hey all. Just made a new account here on the good old reddit machine so I can anonymously post all my random confessions. I have a lot.

The last few days I've been using Benadryl recreationally. I know lots of people hate the effect it has when taken in high doses, I understand why, it can make you see shadow people and shit like that.

I have learned to like taking high amounts of the stuff, Thing is, though, I get fucking WEIRD on Benadryl. In leu of that piece of information, the confession I have for you directly correlates to my Benadryl binge.

The other night, I took like 10 25mg capsules. After a while I started getting hungry and restless, as one does when they take too much of this shit. I went out into the hallway (I live in a dorm), and walked to our shared kitchen area. I open the refrigerator and poked around at everything. What makes that inappropriate from the get go is that I totally have a refrigerator and lots of snacks in my room. So no need to use the other one.

I opened a pizza box in the shared refrigerator, someone had eaten only one slice of pizza. I looked at this pizza for what felt like an eternity. I wanted it so bad, I was being hypnotized by the cheese because I hadn't had any in weeks. Before I knew it, I was grabbing the box out of the refrigerator, and then thinking of a "safe place to smash this fuckin shit."

I took the whole box into the closest bathroom. I shut myself in a stall, and...

I fucking ate the whole thing. As fast as I could. I had like 7 or 8 huge slices of pizza, hovering in a bathroom stall, in the middle of the night. It felt amazing to do that, I got a tremendous rush knowing I stole from someone and then fulfilled such a cathartic display of hedonism.

When I was done eating the pizza, I left the box on the toilet of that stall, giggling about how funny it would be to go pee at 6 in the morning and walk into a bathroom stall to find an empty pizza box.

So, yeah, I did a lot of Benadryl and then stole a pizza. I don't ever take things that aren't mine, but Benadryl turns me into an insanely impulsive person, I can't describe how good it felt to to steal that pizza, acting on that impulse.

I do weird ass things like that all the time. I plan on using this account for a chronicle of my confessions. So if you liked this, just know there more to come.



Submitted September 29, 2017 at 12:52PM by HighPitchedMilk http://ift.tt/2xFujmb confession

Thursday, September 28, 2017

A story of a 500µg nightmare LSD

After the inevitable masturbation, feelings of being dirty/disgusting seems impossible to get rid of. His sexually reproductive organ look simply hideous, and it quickly becomes the only thing he can think of. That organ, with those fluids, in that high temperature, soon found in a greasy, plastic, rainbow-radiating showering space.

The mirror is, like everything else, greasy, and radiating in all the colours of the rainbow. On the other end of the mirror stands a creature so disgusting and so ugly that he finds it hard to look at it. Soon, the mirror is no longer standing in one piece. Unfortunately, breaking the mirror doesn’t appear to make the creature on the other end disappear, and neither does it make it easier for him to escape from the inevitable fact that there is only one creature in that room.

If the creature stays inside, the creature is overwhelmed by constant fear of the police knocking down the door. Due to auditory enhancement, it’s not hard to hear the most subtle of sounds from neighbours so far, far away. Those neighbours probably hear the creature just as clearly as the creature hears them, surely. If the creature steps outside the door, there’s a bear behind every tree, a robber behind every corner and a policeman in every car. As such, the creature stays inside.

The body of the creature is shaking, and an enormous stomach-ache and diziness makes it hard for the creature to even stand up straight. Soon the body hits the floor, crumbling together in an attempt to dissolve into a single, vibrating atom at the end of a rainbow-radiating tunnel. The creature screams, sings out of tune, cries... A few moments later, the only thing coming out of the creature’s mouth are vibrations matching the echoing sound of the roaring refrigerator.

No matter where the creature rests it’s eyes, there will be a clown, a skull, a demon… Everything the mind fears takes shape in small, rotating rainbow fractals. Every once in a while, these fractals merge together into a single, giant wolf, ready to swallow the creature whole.

Feelings of shame, loneliness and utter helplessness eat up whatever sense of security that happens to be left in the creature.

At last, the creature completely loses its conscious control of itself. A few hours later, the creature regains concious control of its body. He looks around, and sees a household with broken paintings, shattered electronics, and food all over the floor. “KILL ME!”, the creature screams...

The only answer to be heard to the creature's agonising scream, is the never-ending roar of the vibrating refrigerator.



Submitted September 29, 2017 at 06:11AM by throwlsdincan http://ift.tt/2fv3LvA LSD

Refrigerator in a van. What do you guys recommend? vandwellers

I plan to start van life in probably about 3 years during my gap between getting my Associates Degree and my Masters Degree in Aerospace Engineering. And if college means anything these days, it means that I am, and still will be, broke.

So I was wondering what people used as a refrigerator? Everything I've found so far is so expensive. Have you guys found a cheaper solution (other than not having one)?

I'm not sure what size would work best. Preferably something that would fit between the drivers and the passengers seat and be able to hold basic food and a drink or two. I'm hoping to have saved enough to buy a 70's VW T2 bus because I love their character. So if you have any other recommendations on that general size of vehicle I'm open to any and all suggestions!

I'm excited to join the van life and research it during almost every second of free time I have. I figured this time it would be smart to ask a great community for advice.

Thanks so much for the help guys!



Submitted September 29, 2017 at 06:40AM by Joman101_2 http://ift.tt/2wZMLZF vandwellers

What's the grossest thing you've ever found in your refrigerator? AskReddit

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Submitted September 29, 2017 at 06:41AM by Biscuit211 http://ift.tt/2fv3GIi AskReddit

Hotplate Cooking for a Family of Three Displaced by Kitchen Fire Cooking

About two and a half months ago I started a grease fire in my kitchen. While I was able to put it out (barely) before it completely engulfed the house, my kitchen was destroyed.

My landlords are great but I live in such an area as getting professional help from a contractor means getting in a long line.

I have an electric hotplate, a ten inch skillet, a toaster oven and a rice maker at my disposal. I have a refrigerator and most of my cooking utensils. The hotplate is small and does not boil water without a long struggle, a lid, and a lot of bad feelings.

It's been pretty much back to back tacos and stir-fry for the last couple months, help me reddit, what can I cook my family?



Submitted September 29, 2017 at 04:24AM by Jay-Eff-Gee http://ift.tt/2fCKVGL Cooking

Brand Advice for Refrigerator appliancerepair

I figured I'd ask here (a sub where people repair appliances for a living). I am in the market for a new refrigerator. I don't mind paying a bit more for a quality product. I'm concerned mostly about reliability, don't need an iPhone app to control my refrigerator. Are their any brands/models that are considered best for reliability?



Submitted September 29, 2017 at 02:09AM by mospo http://ift.tt/2wnsetA appliancerepair

Mother-In-Law Issues (Might Need To Say **Possible Spoilers**-Some Mild Physical And Verbal Abuse Mentioned), And Really Long BipolarReddit

I wanted to post this to both bipolar reddit groups, which I hope is o.k. Mainly because I just want thoughts, impressions, and something like advice on how to handle the situation going forward. I'm not exactly looking for 'telling me what to do' advice though also. Of course much of this is dysfunctional to say the least, but I'd like to request that you try and minimize any judgement, as it'll just make me feel worse, won't help anything, and what's happened has already happened..

And I'm often compelled, especially with emotionally fraught stuff, to go into detail. I only have a few people I can talk to about this. I haven't been in therapy for awhile for various reasons. My psydoc is pretty good and has been seeing me for several years. But I'm having problems with my insurance, but I've already made an appointment for a few more weeks from now.

So it's going to be kind of long and rambling, but sequential for the most part. I do believe it's crucial to understand my issues by seeing all the backstory. But hopefully the fact that one can skim it if necessary will make it so that too many people won't just skip reading it altogether.

I am married with two daughters, one between 11 and 14 and the other between 6 and 9.

I have bipolar disorder, 1 I think. Usually hypomanic but if unmedicated long enough will become manic. Generalized anxiety that has given me functional deficits; was on disability since 2010 but after the first review last year got denied and missed the appeal time period, because I didn't foresee getting denied and was getting worse and worse about having my head in the sand about looking at the mail since around early 2016. I thought they would just get the newer information from my doctor, even though I know it should have occurred to me that they would most likely try and deny me again.

I also have a type of generalized, closely-related to an even more than usual anxiety-based type of OCD, in comparison to classic germaphobia, etc., where I have meltdowns if someone tries to make me do something that is other than the only way i know how to or want to do them. And with conversations involving information, I always have to 'make sure' the person said exactly what I thought they said, when it might be clear but sounds ambiguous to me. And a lot of mild to extreme stubbornness.

All three of those disorders send me into rages and tirades, unfortunately against my family because we live together. Frustration, irritability, but I think it's often kind of 'impotent.' Passive-aggressive maybe? Don't know; all that gets kind of confusing for me. But sometimes I guess it causes people to be drawn to that possibly perceived weakness.

But being provoked and dismissed puts me on the edge of thinking quite violently, and I'm always having to hold back literally striking out at whoever is doing it to me. It's been years and I haven't really yet, as I don't want to get arrested etc. And I don't really believe in just reacting back in retaliation and physically hurting anyone.

And then there's the years of hoarding, both my husband and I, and his actual ADD, and my symptoms of it; the disorganization problems just worsen the hoarding.

In general I get overwhelmed easily, confused easily..forget stuff more and more. My constant fuck-ups and more and more 'dropping the ball' takes its toll on my family. But with my conditions and personality any criticism and negative reactions from them just angers and hurts me and it's so hard, because surely it wouldn't be like that nearly as much if I didn't have mental illness.

And I know it's bad for me and from what I've heard and read contributes to a lot of my current symptoms as far as the bipolar, but I only get like 4 hours sleep a night, (but then sleep for 3 hours or so after getting the girls out the door for school). I mostly only eat carbs and some protein. I 'kind of' want to make meals, but I'm so tired and the kitchen is so cluttered that all we eat is pasta and smoked sausage (as opposed to hot dogs). I keep buying some fruit and bags of spinach..The kids are tired of apples for now. Perishable food is a struggle. The refrigerators currently working are small and old. My husband does make stuff every so often.

I don't take vitamins, but used to. We're always getting colds and stomach viruses. (especially now that school's started). I don't exercise, but used to. Just general depression symptoms of struggling everyday to just get through the day and get the minimum done without sleeping all day.

Now to the current issue: mother-in-laws can be hard enough to deal with it seems, but it doesn't help when you have mental illnesses that inconvenience them and cause you to make more and more mistakes that may or may not affect them. Husbands too, but that's of course something else.

I'll call her 'mil' - short for mother-in-law, but mostly 'she'. As far as the situation between her and me, it's also worsened because of whatever conditions she has or may have..definitely some type of personality disorder or personality issues contributing to a bullying mentality, being judgmental, automatically thinking she's always right, always has to have the last word. Critical and verbally abusive, especially in calling others names. Insulting. Sometimes cruel. Has less than no patience much of the time, and especially for annoying, 'flaky' people and the situations they create. Holds grudges for years, often, imo, about relatively trivial crap. She's educated, but refers to mental professionals as shrinks. Too smart for her own good, for lack of a better phrase.

I met her when I was nine when she and her son moved onto our street. She was really charming much of the time..Introverted and social at the same time; often charismatic. We live in a medium large town in the eastern midwest. She is from here, but moved to a large city out west in the 60's. She loves 'the counterculture.'

So, she, and later her son, fascinated me. I was pretty lonely, and loved their what seemed to be so much knowledge about so many things. Off and on for years, when she wasn't too irritated with me, she actually seemed to enjoy talking to me. She has some of the best stories. But I've unfortunately chosen to confide in her pretty much up til about several years ago, but then as I realized the depth and increase in her dislike for me, I finally have gradually reduced that.

As her son became my boyfriend and we started spending a lot of time together, she told him she wanted me to not come over any more for awhile (she wanted a break from me.) I remember trying to talk to her a couple of weeks later when I saw her outside. She gave me 'the silent treatment' then and for awhile.

My husband has always done that some too. He has the sometimes-harsh treatment of people, or at least talking about them behind their backs like that, and some of that similar cruelty towards the kids and I, I guess partly because of living with her all his life. He was an only child and she was a single mother. They moved back here when he was 11.

But he has depression and ADD, along with the hoarding, and anxiety seems to contribute to some of his anger as well. When he's off his medicine, he gets so angry that he punches holes in walls, throws stuff, sometimes breaks things, curses at me and then does the silent treatment (well, that's even when he's on his meds). I hate that the most about him, when he does that. Eventually I began yelling and screaming a lot more, like he also does, and feeling a strong urge to throw and break things. Especially after I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Especially when I've even a little hypomanic.

The next most behavior I hate is when he's not on his meds, is physically restraining me or keeping me from going into another room or getting on our bed. And right now the beds are pretty much the only comfortable places to sit in our house. So yeah, he loses a lot of control of adhering to personal space boundaries when he gets like that.

But mil's done a lot for us. Especially since the girls were born. The older one (K.) is her favorite in many ways, and I don't think she could live without her. We let her stay with her half the week from the time she was about 7 months old until soon after my youngest (E.) was born, when K. was 3 1/2. I knew K. would have started asking why she had to be at her house all the time while E. was always here with us. So I ended it.

At the beginning though, of course I jumped at the chance at the time for me to have more time to sleep and do more of what I wanted and was compelled to do. It took a few years, but I realized that she didn't do it to help me; she just wanted and needed to be with K. So I guess I also gave her some of my power. I also lost a lot of special moments I'll never be able to get back.

She has annual festivals and things she pretty much always takes them to, which are pretty much really important to her, and thus she wants to and always has no matter what. She also has them both on Friday afternoons and evenings. It used to be and additional day of the week for K.

And after I happened to lose a form she gave me to fill out for a summer activity for E.(this past summer), she told me she wasn't paying for it after all, since she was trying to reduce stress in her life. I think that's why she isn't having them over as much either. She has a lot of energy, but is 73 now.

She also pays and has paid for a lot of stuff; years of dance lessons for K. (all her idea), K.'s 2 years of preschool and one year of kindergarten, given us various amounts of money, none of which we ever asked for, when she could tell we needed it especially to make up for stuff we had to pay for but didn't really have the money to. And large amounts for my husband's birthdays, and for Christmas for him and the girls. And many more things I can't remember.

So there's always this constant underlying, mostly unspoken tension between her and I. We both hold back from confronting each other as much as possible, but I think with her increasing age, she's losing the ability to do that. But she would have her little blowups/tantrums 'at' me every so often, and then would act like it never happened, so I went along with that, because I don't deal well with people even saying anything in anger to me.


OK, finally to the main stuff that happened the other night!!

She left with the girls this past weekend for a 4 day trip to a quaint historically significant "tourist attraction". Not to sound rude, but it's not the usual type of tourist attraction; it's more of a simple, quiet place where you can stay in restored old buildings.

They always go on this weekend every year because the place has their big fall festival that has lots of kids activities as well. K. has always enjoyed going, and this was E's first year going, and she really liked it too.

She always gives us either an exact time or time range in which she is ready to drop them off or for us to come pick them up. I guess this might be the norm for people with children; I don't know (probably is; not complaining though) but it's assumed that we have to be ready for any change in that time, because she's the one going to the trouble to take them somewhere. And it has changed before, even at the last minute, where we sometimes have to go pick them up instead. She told me they'd be back sometime close to; before or after, dark. She said she would be able to drop them off. She also hates cell phones with a passion, and of course refuses to get one or for us to give her one, because they are not as reliable as landlines.

You probably can tell where this is going, but of course I want to tell it bit by bit. I really have been trying to be kind of concise in everything I've typed. So then, 3 hours before they could be here at the earliest, my husband decides he needs to go to our other house and cut the grass and dry our laundry there. I asked him if he would probably be back in a couple of hours. He said probably, but maybe longer, depending on how much stuff he decided to do there. This house was our first one, but we had to leave pretty quickly for various reasons when K. was a baby. We've used it for storage, which I realized was a bad idea a year or so later, but it already was filled with a hoard anyhow. It's also in disrepair, so my husband is always working on it off and on. He refuses to sell it.

Looking back, of course I realize I should have told him when to be back no matter what. He should have thought of it as well. Only one of our cars is driveable, and I have a suspended license until I get a day and time assigned to go to traffic school and complete that. Yes, once again I put off looking at the mail to see when the original day was set for or that I needed to set it up first; I don't know. So then they suspended it because I went past the deadline. She knows about it; I had to tell her since up until then I have mostly been the one to be here when she picks them up and drops them off, and to go pick them when it was my turn.

So of course she calls maybe a half hour or hour after he left, and said they were exhausted, and asked if he could come get them. I told her everything about what my husband was doing and where she was, and we both thought he would probably be back in time, or that I would be able to reach him on his phone. I knew that wasn't always the case.

So I waited until about a little more than an hour later, after trying to call him repeatedly, and then called her and asked if she'd heard from him. She said no, and was starting to sound irritated. I told her I could try and call one of our old neighbors, or even run over there myself. It's about a twenty minute walk from where we live.

She then just said something about how she couldn't bring them because she didn't have her car and that she couldn't drive the one she had at night. Then she screamed, "Why can't I have a normal fucking family? You all just aren't living right." Then she hung up on me. She's done it before; my husband has done it many times. Of course my kids told me afterward that she was as mad and loud as she's ever been, talking about me and my suspended license and other stuff, but mostly about me. K. has also told me about her saying the not living right thing stuff before, from a few years ago.

I got hold of my husband soon after, and he said that he hadn't even felt his phone vibrate and that he'd been of course running the lawnmower, working on the roof some, and waiting for the laundry to dry, but would go get them.

She wasn't out there when he did. She's done that to me too, also when she's been angry with K. about something. We did always tell her to just call us when she got overwhelmed after that happened once. Sometimes she still didn't.

I was upset and angry also. It took me a couple of days to calm down. I couldn't sleep well that night, worrying about it. It kept going through my head constantly. At first I felt very confrontational, even though I knew that would just make things worse. I'm just so tired of being walked all over. Yes, by my husband and her, but of course there are a lot of different issues there. I called my dad and a friend and talked to then about it. I've been writing this off and on all week.

I now think that she tried to hold it all in like she always does, at first, but this time she couldn't, because of how physically bad she felt and whatever else, and was just so exasperated. That's understandable. I know I can't expect people who have to deal with us all the time and know what the house looks like to not get frustrated and say things in anger sometimes. And then there's her age again.

No, my husband has never been much help, because he knows we can't make her stop doing anything; that she's not going to listen to us, and not going to change. We've both known all the stuff we've done wrong that she's held against us. So he didn't say much except for being irritated and cutting me off about what she said; saying he already remembered me telling him she said that last part before. I'd forgotten; I forget so much of all kinds of things.

I know many of you will say we should have gotten divorced long ago. We almost did, lots of times. But there are many reasons why we don't want to, and why neither of us could do it now. Of course there have been and still are so many good things about him, between us.

But I've seen them in arguments, etc. before a couple of times ever since we were teenagers, pretty much always because she started talking some kind of shit to him. So I'm now leaning towards the acting like she didn't say anything choice for when I have to talk to her again tomorrow (Friday). I haven't had to see her since that Sunday night. She usually gets the kids after E. gets off the bus those afternoons. Then, unless we've already talked about it, I have to see when she says she wants him to come get them. I could tell the kids to have her call my husband later; I've done that before, but ahead of time, when I felt like it was a situation where I'd rather him deal with her, but not at the last minute.

I want to go out there after E. gets here, so I don't look even more weak. Then again, sometimes K. will go out first, since she gets home an hour earlier, and then she can just come back in and tell me the time. Or she might choose to call him.

If she says or seems like I need to say something new, I guess I'll tell her me and her can just adjust things somehow to where this could be more likely to be prevented in the future..she always does tell us however she wants this or that too, now that I think of it.

So I guess mostly you all will just be able to comment on this. If you want of course. But I doubt things will go any differently than they're going to. Thanks for listening to me about this large section of my life. That's partly why it took so long.



Submitted September 28, 2017 at 11:32PM by liesl72 http://ift.tt/2xJ7eAo BipolarReddit

mother-in-law issues (might need to say **possible Spoilers**-some mild physical and verbal abuse mentioned), and really long bipolar

I wanted to post this to both bipolar reddit groups, which I hope is o.k. Mainly because I just want thoughts, impressions, and something like advice on how to handle the situation going forward. I'm not exactly looking for 'telling me what to do' advice though also. Of course much of this is dysfunctional to say the least, but I'd like to request that you try and minimize any judgement, as it'll just make me feel worse, won't help anything, and what's happened has already happened..

And I'm often compelled, especially with emotionally fraught stuff, to go into detail. I only have a few people I can talk to about this. I haven't been in therapy for awhile for various reasons. My psydoc is pretty good and has been seeing me for several years. But I'm having problems with my insurance, but I've already made an appointment for a few more weeks from now.

So it's going to be kind of long and rambling, but sequential for the most part. I do believe it's crucial to understand my issues by seeing all the backstory. But hopefully the fact that one can skim it if necessary will make it so that too many people won't just skip reading it altogether.

I am married with two daughters, one between 11 and 14 and the other between 6 and 9.

I have bipolar disorder, 1 I think. Usually hypomanic but if unmedicated long enough will become manic. Generalized anxiety that has given me functional deficits; was on disability since 2010 but after the first review last year got denied and missed the appeal time period, because I didn't foresee getting denied and was getting worse and worse about having my head in the sand about looking at the mail since around early 2016. I thought they would just get the newer information from my doctor, even though I know it should have occurred to me that they would most likely try and deny me again.

I also have a type of generalized, closely-related to an even more than usual anxiety-based type of OCD, in comparison to classic germaphobia, etc., where I have meltdowns if someone tries to make me do something that is other than the only way i know how to or want to do them. And with conversations involving information, I always have to 'make sure' the person said exactly what I thought they said, when it might be clear but sounds ambiguous to me. And a lot of mild to extreme stubbornness.

All three of those disorders send me into rages and tirades, unfortunately against my family because we live together. Frustration, irritability, but I think it's often kind of 'impotent.' Passive-aggressive maybe? Don't know; all that gets kind of confusing for me. But sometimes I guess it causes people to be drawn to that possibly perceived weakness.

But being provoked and dismissed puts me on the edge of thinking quite violently, and I'm always having to hold back literally striking out at whoever is doing it to me. It's been years and I haven't really yet, as I don't want to get arrested etc. And I don't really believe in just reacting back in retaliation and physically hurting anyone.

And then there's the years of hoarding, both my husband and I, and his actual ADD, and my symptoms of it; the disorganization problems just worsen the hoarding.

In general I get overwhelmed easily, confused easily..forget stuff more and more. My constant fuck-ups and more and more 'dropping the ball' takes its toll on my family. But with my conditions and personality any criticism and negative reactions from them just angers and hurts me and it's so hard, because surely it wouldn't be like that nearly as much if I didn't have mental illness.

And I know it's bad for me and from what I've heard and read contributes to a lot of my current symptoms as far as the bipolar, but I only get like 4 hours sleep a night, (but then sleep for 3 hours or so after getting the girls out the door for school). I mostly only eat carbs and some protein. I 'kind of' want to make meals, but I'm so tired and the kitchen is so cluttered that all we eat is pasta and smoked sausage (as opposed to hot dogs). I keep buying some fruit and bags of spinach..The kids are tired of apples for now. Perishable food is a struggle. The refrigerators currently working are small and old. My husband does make stuff every so often.

I don't take vitamins, but used to. We're always getting colds and stomach viruses. (especially now that school's started). I don't exercise, but used to. Just general depression symptoms of struggling everyday to just get through the day and get the minimum done without sleeping all day.

Now to the current issue: mother-in-laws can be hard enough to deal with it seems, but it doesn't help when you have mental illnesses that inconvenience them and cause you to make more and more mistakes that may or may not affect them. Husbands too, but that's of course something else.

I'll call her 'mil' - short for mother-in-law, but mostly 'she'. As far as the situation between her and me, it's also worsened because of whatever conditions she has or may have..definitely some type of personality disorder or personality issues contributing to a bullying mentality, being judgmental, automatically thinking she's always right, always has to have the last word. Critical and verbally abusive, especially in calling others names. Insulting. Sometimes cruel. Has less than no patience much of the time, and especially for annoying, 'flaky' people and the situations they create. Holds grudges for years, often, imo, about relatively trivial crap. She's educated, but refers to mental professionals as shrinks. Too smart for her own good, for lack of a better phrase.

I met her when I was nine when she and her son moved onto our street. She was really charming much of the time..Introverted and social at the same time; often charismatic. We live in a medium large town in the eastern midwest. She is from here, but moved to a large city out west in the 60's. She loves 'the counterculture.'

So, she, and later her son, fascinated me. I was pretty lonely, and loved their what seemed to be so much knowledge about so many things. Off and on for years, when she wasn't too irritated with me, she actually seemed to enjoy talking to me. She has some of the best stories. But I've unfortunately chosen to confide in her pretty much up til about several years ago, but then as I realized the depth and increase in her dislike for me, I finally have gradually reduced that.

As her son became my boyfriend and we started spending a lot of time together, she told him she wanted me to not come over any more for awhile (she wanted a break from me.) I remember trying to talk to her a couple of weeks later when I saw her outside. She gave me 'the silent treatment' then and for awhile.

My husband has always done that some too. He has the sometimes-harsh treatment of people, or at least talking about them behind their backs like that, and some of that similar cruelty towards the kids and I, I guess partly because of living with her all his life. He was an only child and she was a single mother. They moved back here when he was 11.

But he has depression and ADD, along with the hoarding, and anxiety seems to contribute to some of his anger as well. When he's off his medicine, he gets so angry that he punches holes in walls, throws stuff, sometimes breaks things, curses at me and then does the silent treatment (well, that's even when he's on his meds). I hate that the most about him, when he does that. Eventually I began yelling and screaming a lot more, like he also does, and feeling a strong urge to throw and break things. Especially after I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Especially when I've even a little hypomanic.

The next most behavior I hate is when he's not on his meds, is physically restraining me or keeping me from going into another room or getting on our bed. And right now the beds are pretty much the only comfortable places to sit in our house. So yeah, he loses a lot of control of adhering to personal space boundaries when he gets like that.

But mil's done a lot for us. Especially since the girls were born. The older one (K.) is her favorite in many ways, and I don't think she could live without her. We let her stay with her half the week from the time she was about 7 months old until soon after my youngest (E.) was born, when K. was 3 1/2. I knew K. would have started asking why she had to be at her house all the time while E. was always here with us. So I ended it.

At the beginning though, of course I jumped at the chance at the time for me to have more time to sleep and do more of what I wanted and was compelled to do. It took a few years, but I realized that she didn't do it to help me; she just wanted and needed to be with K. So I guess I also gave her some of my power. I also lost a lot of special moments I'll never be able to get back.

She has annual festivals and things she pretty much always takes them to, which are pretty much really important to her, and thus she wants to and always has no matter what. She also has them both on Friday afternoons and evenings. It used to be and additional day of the week for K.

And after I happened to lose a form she gave me to fill out for a summer activity for E.(this past summer), she told me she wasn't paying for it after all, since she was trying to reduce stress in her life. I think that's why she isn't having them over as much either. She has a lot of energy, but is 73 now.

She also pays and has paid for a lot of stuff; years of dance lessons for K. (all her idea), K.'s 2 years of preschool and one year of kindergarten, given us various amounts of money, none of which we ever asked for, when she could tell we needed it especially to make up for stuff we had to pay for but didn't really have the money to. And large amounts for my husband's birthdays, and for Christmas for him and the girls. And many more things I can't remember.

So there's always this constant underlying, mostly unspoken tension between her and I. We both hold back from confronting each other as much as possible, but I think with her increasing age, she's losing the ability to do that. But she would have her little blowups/tantrums 'at' me every so often, and then would act like it never happened, so I went along with that, because I don't deal well with people even saying anything in anger to me.


OK, finally to the main stuff that happened the other night!!

She left with the girls this past weekend for a 4 day trip to a quaint historically significant "tourist attraction". Not to sound rude, but it's not the usual type of tourist attraction; it's more of a simple, quiet place where you can stay in restored old buildings.

They always go on this weekend every year because the place has their big fall festival that has lots of kids activities as well. K. has always enjoyed going, and this was E's first year going, and she really liked it too.

She always gives us either an exact time or time range in which she is ready to drop them off or for us to come pick them up. I guess this might be the norm for people with children; I don't know (probably is; not complaining though) but it's assumed that we have to be ready for any change in that time, because she's the one going to the trouble to take them somewhere. And it has changed before, even at the last minute, where we sometimes have to go pick them up instead. She told me they'd be back sometime close to; before or after, dark. She said she would be able to drop them off. She also hates cell phones with a passion, and of course refuses to get one or for us to give her one, because they are not as reliable as landlines.

You probably can tell where this is going, but of course I want to tell it bit by bit. I really have been trying to be kind of concise in everything I've typed. So then, 3 hours before they could be here at the earliest, my husband decides he needs to go to our other house and cut the grass and dry our laundry there. I asked him if he would probably be back in a couple of hours. He said probably, but maybe longer, depending on how much stuff he decided to do there. This house was our first one, but we had to leave pretty quickly for various reasons when K. was a baby. We've used it for storage, which I realized was a bad idea a year or so later, but it already was filled with a hoard anyhow. It's also in disrepair, so my husband is always working on it off and on. He refuses to sell it.

Looking back, of course I realize I should have told him when to be back no matter what. He should have thought of it as well. Only one of our cars is driveable, and I have a suspended license until I get a day and time assigned to go to traffic school and complete that. Yes, once again I put off looking at the mail to see when the original day was set for or that I needed to set it up first; I don't know. So then they suspended it because I went past the deadline. She knows about it; I had to tell her since up until then I have mostly been the one to be here when she picks them up and drops them off, and to go pick them when it was my turn.

So of course she calls maybe a half hour or hour after he left, and said they were exhausted, and asked if he could come get them. I told her everything about what my husband was doing and where she was, and we both thought he would probably be back in time, or that I would be able to reach him on his phone. I knew that wasn't always the case.

So I waited until about a little more than an hour later, after trying to call him repeatedly, and then called her and asked if she'd heard from him. She said no, and was starting to sound irritated. I told her I could try and call one of our old neighbors, or even run over there myself. It's about a twenty minute walk from where we live.

She then just said something about how she couldn't bring them because she didn't have her car and that she couldn't drive the one she had at night. Then she screamed, "Why can't I have a normal fucking family? You all just aren't living right." Then she hung up on me. She's done it before; my husband has done it many times. Of course my kids told me afterward that she was as mad and loud as she's ever been, talking about me and my suspended license and other stuff, but mostly about me. K. has also told me about her saying the not living right thing stuff before, from a few years ago.

I got hold of my husband soon after, and he said that he hadn't even felt his phone vibrate and that he'd been of course running the lawnmower, working on the roof some, and waiting for the laundry to dry, but would go get them.

She wasn't out there when he did. She's done that to me too, also when she's been angry with K. about something. We did always tell her to just call us when she got overwhelmed after that happened once. Sometimes she still didn't.

I was upset and angry also. It took me a couple of days to calm down. I couldn't sleep well that night, worrying about it. It kept going through my head constantly. At first I felt very confrontational, even though I knew that would just make things worse. I'm just so tired of being walked all over. Yes, by my husband and her, but of course there are a lot of different issues there. I called my dad and a friend and talked to then about it. I've been writing this off and on all week.

I now think that she tried to hold it all in like she always does, at first, but this time she couldn't, because of how physically bad she felt and whatever else, and was just so exasperated. That's understandable. I know I can't expect people who have to deal with us all the time and know what the house looks like to not get frustrated and say things in anger sometimes. And then there's her age again.

No, my husband has never been much help, because he knows we can't make her stop doing anything; that she's not going to listen to us, and not going to change. We've both known all the stuff we've done wrong that she's held against us. So he didn't say much except for being irritated and cutting me off about what she said; saying he already remembered me telling him she said that last part before. I'd forgotten; I forget so much of all kinds of things.

I know many of you will say we should have gotten divorced long ago. We almost did, lots of times. But there are many reasons why we don't want to, and why neither of us could do it now. Of course there have been and still are so many good things about him, between us.

But I've seen them in arguments, etc. before a couple of times ever since we were teenagers, pretty much always because she started talking some kind of shit to him. So I'm now leaning towards the acting like she didn't say anything choice for when I have to talk to her again tomorrow (Friday). I haven't had to see her since that Sunday night. She usually gets the kids after E. gets off the bus those afternoons. Then, unless we've already talked about it, I have to see when she says she wants him to come get them. I could tell the kids to have her call my husband later; I've done that before, but ahead of time, when I felt like it was a situation where I'd rather him deal with her, but not at the last minute.

I want to go out there after E. gets here, so I don't look even more weak. Then again, sometimes K. will go out first, since she gets home an hour earlier, and then she can just come back in and tell me the time. Or she might choose to call him.

If she says or seems like I need to say something new, I guess I'll tell her me and her can just adjust things somehow to where this could be more likely to be prevented in the future..she always does tell us however she wants this or that too, now that I think of it.

So I guess mostly you all will just be able to comment on this. If you want of course. But I doubt things will go any differently than they're going to. Thanks for listening to me about this large section of my life. That's partly why it took so long.



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Hello,

Here's my situation. A week ago, I was trying to make room for food in the refrigerator freezer when a rock hard frozen bag of chili slide out and landed right smack on my bare foot. The area of impact felt right in the toe joints. The item wasn't that heavy, but it was hard and definitely hurt.

I never got any swelling and noticed slight bruising the next day. On Sunday, I was felt pain free, walking normally, and forgot about the injury. It started hurting again on Monday. Then pain free on Tuesday. I convinced myself that I didn't break anything and went walking for an hour with no difficulty or pain. Yesterday, I was shocked to see the bruising was much worse and had spread to other toes.

Today, the pain is really back and the bruising looks more widespread. Now I'm worried I may have broke a toe joint bone which can't heal without medical treatment. It makes no sense to me while I would be completely pain free one day and then it get much worse.

Is this something I should go see a doc asap about? Problem is my coworker just had a death in the family so I can't leave today or tomorrow. I could go to urgent care after work but that will cost me $100. What would an urgent care do anyways if there is a break?



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mother-in-law issues (might need to say **possible Spoilers**-some mild physical and verbal abuse mentioned), and really long bipolar

I wanted to post this to both bipolar reddit groups, which I hope is o.k. Mainly because I just want thoughts, impressions, and something like advice on how to handle the situation going forward. I'm not exactly looking for 'telling me what to do' advice though also. Of course much of this is dysfunctional to say the least, but I'd like to request that you try and minimize any judgement, as it'll just make me feel worse, won't help anything, and what's happened has already happened..

And I'm often compelled, especially with emotionally fraught stuff, to go into detail. I only have a few people I can talk to about this. I haven't been in therapy for awhile for various reasons. My psydoc is pretty good and has been seeing me for several years. But I'm having problems with my insurance, but I've already made an appointment for a few more weeks from now.

So it's going to be kind of long and rambling, but sequential for the most part. I do believe it's crucial to understand my issues by seeing all the backstory. But hopefully the fact that one can skim it if necessary will make it so that too many people won't just skip reading it altogether.

I am married with two daughters, one between 11 and 14 and the other between 6 and 9.

I have bipolar disorder, 1 I think. Usually hypomanic but if unmedicated long enough will become manic. Generalized anxiety that has given me functional deficits; was on disability since 2010 but after the first review last year got denied and missed the appeal time period, because I didn't foresee getting denied and was getting worse and worse about having my head in the sand about looking at the mail since around early 2016. I thought they would just get the newer information from my doctor, even though I know it should have occurred to me that they would most likely try and deny me again.

I also have a type of generalized, closely-related to an even more than usual anxiety-based type of OCD, in comparison to classic germaphobia, etc., where I have meltdowns if someone tries to make me do something that is other than the only way i know how to or want to do them. And with conversations involving information, I always have to 'make sure' the person said exactly what I thought they said, when it might be clear but sounds ambiguous to me. And a lot of mild to extreme stubbornness.

All three of those disorders send me into rages and tirades, unfortunately against my family because we live together. Frustration, irritability, but I think it's often kind of 'impotent.' Passive-aggressive maybe? Don't know; all that gets kind of confusing for me. But sometimes I guess it causes people to be drawn to that possibly perceived weakness.

But being provoked and dismissed puts me on the edge of thinking quite violently, and I'm always having to hold back literally striking out at whoever is doing it to me. It's been years and I haven't really yet, as I don't want to get arrested etc. And I don't really believe in just reacting back in retaliation and physically hurting anyone.

And then there's the years of hoarding, both my husband and I, and his actual ADD, and my symptoms of it; the disorganization problems just worsen the hoarding.

In general I get overwhelmed easily, confused easily..forget stuff more and more. My constant fuck-ups and more and more 'dropping the ball' takes its toll on my family. But with my conditions and personality any criticism and negative reactions from them just angers and hurts me and it's so hard, because surely it wouldn't be like that nearly as much if I didn't have mental illness.

And I know it's bad for me and from what I've heard and read contributes to a lot of my current symptoms as far as the bipolar, but I only get like 4 hours sleep a night, (but then sleep for 3 hours or so after getting the girls out the door for school). I mostly only eat carbs and some protein. I 'kind of' want to make meals, but I'm so tired and the kitchen is so cluttered that all we eat is pasta and smoked sausage (as opposed to hot dogs). I keep buying some fruit and bags of spinach..The kids are tired of apples for now. Perishable food is a struggle. The refrigerators currently working are small and old. My husband does make stuff every so often.

I don't take vitamins, but used to. We're always getting colds and stomach viruses. (especially now that school's started). I don't exercise, but used to. Just general depression symptoms of struggling everyday to just get through the day and get the minimum done without sleeping all day.

Now to the current issue: mother-in-laws can be hard enough to deal with it seems, but it doesn't help when you have mental illnesses that inconvenience them and cause you to make more and more mistakes that may or may not affect them. Husbands too, but that's of course something else.

I'll call her 'mil' - short for mother-in-law, but mostly 'she'. As far as the situation between her and me, it's also worsened because of whatever conditions she has or may have..definitely some type of personality disorder or personality issues contributing to a bullying mentality, being judgmental, automatically thinking she's always right, always has to have the last word. Critical and verbally abusive, especially in calling others names. Insulting. Sometimes cruel. Has less than no patience much of the time, and especially for annoying, 'flaky' people and the situations they create. Holds grudges for years, often, imo, about relatively trivial crap. She's educated, but refers to mental professionals as shrinks. Too smart for her own good, for lack of a better phrase.

I met her when I was nine when she and her son moved onto our street. She was really charming much of the time..Introverted and social at the same time; often charismatic. We live in a medium large town in the eastern midwest. She is from here, but moved to a large city out west in the 60's. She loves 'the counterculture.'

So, she, and later her son, fascinated me. I was pretty lonely, and loved their what seemed to be so much knowledge about so many things. Off and on for years, when she wasn't too irritated with me, she actually seemed to enjoy talking to me. She has some of the best stories. But I've unfortunately chosen to confide in her pretty much up til about several years ago, but then as I realized the depth and increase in her dislike for me, I finally have gradually reduced that.

As her son became my boyfriend and we started spending a lot of time together, she told him she wanted me to not come over any more for awhile (she wanted a break from me.) I remember trying to talk to her a couple of weeks later when I saw her outside. She gave me 'the silent treatment' then and for awhile.

My husband has always done that some too. He has the sometimes-harsh treatment of people, or at least talking about them behind their backs like that, and some of that similar cruelty towards the kids and I, I guess partly because of living with her all his life. He was an only child and she was a single mother. They moved back here when he was 11.

But he has depression and ADD, along with the hoarding, and anxiety seems to contribute to some of his anger as well. When he's off his medicine, he gets so angry that he punches holes in walls, throws stuff, sometimes breaks things, curses at me and then does the silent treatment (well, that's even when he's on his meds). I hate that the most about him, when he does that. Eventually I began yelling and screaming a lot more, like he also does, and feeling a strong urge to throw and break things. Especially after I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Especially when I've even a little hypomanic.

The next most behavior I hate is when he's not on his meds, is physically restraining me or keeping me from going into another room or getting on our bed. And right now the beds are pretty much the only comfortable places to sit in our house. So yeah, he loses a lot of control of adhering to personal space boundaries when he gets like that.

But mil's done a lot for us. Especially since the girls were born. The older one (K.) is her favorite in many ways, and I don't think she could live without her. We let her stay with her half the week from the time she was about 7 months old until soon after my youngest (E.) was born, when K. was 3 1/2. I knew K. would have started asking why she had to be at her house all the time while E. was always here with us. So I ended it.

At the beginning though, of course I jumped at the chance at the time for me to have more time to sleep and do more of what I wanted and was compelled to do. It took a few years, but I realized that she didn't do it to help me; she just wanted and needed to be with K. So I guess I also gave her some of my power. I also lost a lot of special moments I'll never be able to get back.

She has annual festivals and things she pretty much always takes them to, which are pretty much really important to her, and thus she wants to and always has no matter what. She also has them both on Friday afternoons and evenings. It used to be and additional day of the week for K.

And after I happened to lose a form she gave me to fill out for a summer activity for E.(this past summer), she told me she wasn't paying for it after all, since she was trying to reduce stress in her life. I think that's why she isn't having them over as much either. She has a lot of energy, but is 73 now.

She also pays and has paid for a lot of stuff; years of dance lessons for K. (all her idea), K.'s 2 years of preschool and one year of kindergarten, given us various amounts of money, none of which we ever asked for, when she could tell we needed it especially to make up for stuff we had to pay for but didn't really have the money to. And large amounts for my husband's birthdays, and for Christmas for him and the girls. And many more things I can't remember.

So there's always this constant underlying, mostly unspoken tension between her and I. We both hold back from confronting each other as much as possible, but I think with her increasing age, she's losing the ability to do that. But she would have her little blowups/tantrums 'at' me every so often, and then would act like it never happened, so I went along with that, because I don't deal well with people even saying anything in anger to me.


OK, finally to the main stuff that happened the other night!!

She left with the girls this past weekend for a 4 day trip to a quaint historically significant "tourist attraction". Not to sound rude, but it's not the usual type of tourist attraction; it's more of a simple, quiet place where you can stay in restored old buildings.

They always go on this weekend every year because the place has their big fall festival that has lots of kids activities as well. K. has always enjoyed going, and this was E's first year going, and she really liked it too.

She always gives us either an exact time or time range in which she is ready to drop them off or for us to come pick them up. I guess this might be the norm for people with children; I don't know (probably is; not complaining though) but it's assumed that we have to be ready for any change in that time, because she's the one going to the trouble to take them somewhere. And it has changed before, even at the last minute, where we sometimes have to go pick them up instead. She told me they'd be back sometime close to; before or after, dark. She said she would be able to drop them off. She also hates cell phones with a passion, and of course refuses to get one or for us to give her one, because they are not as reliable as landlines.

You probably can tell where this is going, but of course I want to tell it bit by bit. I really have been trying to be kind of concise in everything I've typed. So then, 3 hours before they could be here at the earliest, my husband decides he needs to go to our other house and cut the grass and dry our laundry there. I asked him if he would probably be back in a couple of hours. He said probably, but maybe longer, depending on how much stuff he decided to do there. This house was our first one, but we had to leave pretty quickly for various reasons when K. was a baby. We've used it for storage, which I realized was a bad idea a year or so later, but it already was filled with a hoard anyhow. It's also in disrepair, so my husband is always working on it off and on. He refuses to sell it.

Looking back, of course I realize I should have told him when to be back no matter what. He should have thought of it as well. Only one of our cars is driveable, and I have a suspended license until I get a day and time assigned to go to traffic school and complete that. Yes, once again I put off looking at the mail to see when the original day was set for or that I needed to set it up first; I don't know. So then they suspended it because I went past the deadline. She knows about it; I had to tell her since up until then I have mostly been the one to be here when she picks them up and drops them off, and to go pick them when it was my turn.

So of course she calls maybe a half hour or hour after he left, and said they were exhausted, and asked if he could come get them. I told her everything about what my husband was doing and where she was, and we both thought he would probably be back in time, or that I would be able to reach him on his phone. I knew that wasn't always the case.

So I waited until about a little more than an hour later, after trying to call him repeatedly, and then called her and asked if she'd heard from him. She said no, and was starting to sound irritated. I told her I could try and call one of our old neighbors, or even run over there myself. It's about a twenty minute walk from where we live.

She then just said something about how she couldn't bring them because she didn't have her car and that she couldn't drive the one she had at night. Then she screamed, "Why can't I have a normal fucking family? You all just aren't living right." Then she hung up on me. She's done it before; my husband has done it many times. Of course my kids told me afterward that she was as mad and loud as she's ever been, talking about me and my suspended license and other stuff, but mostly about me. K. has also told me about her saying the not living right thing stuff before, from a few years ago.

I got hold of my husband soon after, and he said that he hadn't even felt his phone vibrate and that he'd been of course running the lawnmower, working on the roof some, and waiting for the laundry to dry, but would go get them.

She wasn't out there when he did. She's done that to me too, also when she's been angry with K. about something. We did always tell her to just call us when she got overwhelmed after that happened once. Sometimes she still didn't.

I was upset and angry also. It took me a couple of days to calm down. I couldn't sleep well that night, worrying about it. It kept going through my head constantly. At first I felt very confrontational, even though I knew that would just make things worse. I'm just so tired of being walked all over. Yes, by my husband and her, but of course there are a lot of different issues there. I called my dad and a friend and talked to then about it. I've been writing this off and on all week.

I now think that she tried to hold it all in like she always does, at first, but this time she couldn't, because of how physically bad she felt and whatever else, and was just so exasperated. That's understandable. I know I can't expect people who have to deal with us all the time and know what the house looks like to not get frustrated and say things in anger sometimes. And then there's her age again.

No, my husband has never been much help, because he knows we can't make her stop doing anything; that she's not going to listen to us, and not going to change. We've both known all the stuff we've done wrong that she's held against us. So he didn't say much except for being irritated and cutting me off about what she said; saying he already remembered me telling him she said that last part before. I'd forgotten; I forget so much of all kinds of things.

I know many of you will say we should have gotten divorced long ago. We almost did, lots of times. But there are many reasons why we don't want to, and why neither of us could do it now. Of course there have been and still are so many good things about him, between us.

But I've seen them in arguments, etc. before a couple of times ever since we were teenagers, pretty much always because she started talking some kind of shit to him. So I'm now leaning towards the acting like she didn't say anything choice for when I have to talk to her again tomorrow (Friday). I haven't had to see her since that Sunday night. She usually gets the kids after E. gets off the bus those afternoons. Then, unless we've already talked about it, I have to see when she says she wants him to come get them. I could tell the kids to have her call my husband later; I've done that before, but ahead of time, when I felt like it was a situation where I'd rather him deal with her, but not at the last minute.

I want to go out there after E. gets here, so I don't look even more weak. Then again, sometimes K. will go out first, since she gets home an hour earlier, and then she can just come back in and tell me the time. Or she might choose to call him.

If she says or seems like I need to say something new, I guess I'll tell her me and her can just adjust things somehow to where this could be more likely to be prevented in the future..she always does tell us however she wants this or that too, now that I think of it.

So I guess mostly you all will just be able to comment on this. If you want of course. But I doubt things will go any differently than they're going to. Thanks for listening to me about this large section of my life. That's partly why it took so long.



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So I'm not really sure how to talk about this. I only remember bits and pieces of it. Some of the stuff is from my older brother telling me. Because for a good portion of what happened, I was a very young girl. I feel like I need to talk about it though. What if it's happening to someone else? It is happening again.

I guess I'll start at the beginning and give some background information on myself. This will go on for a moment, so please feel free to skip ahead. But the back story is important, I promise. When I was a little kid, I was very weird. Because of the way my teeth grew in and a cleft palate, I didn't talk coherently until I was in the third grade. I did however, like to make weird little songs and hum a lot (e-i-e-i-o I'm told was my favorite). I made lots of weird sounds that my brothers describe as a combination of creepy and cute. I was also very small and thin so I found my way into anything. I liked to climb or hide in cabinets or on the refrigerator. I'm told this made it hard at night time, because I was an avid sleep walker. I have three older brothers, so they always looked after me. The middle one and me are particularly close, so he was always the one to be able to find me. To this day, we're still very close. Now back to what I was saying about being weird. I made lots of "friends," and it was usually just me running around acorn trees, collecting rocks and making weird sounds at animals all while song-talking. I was also very sensitive to how people felt. Not on an empath level I don't believe, but to a point of being eerily on point with being able to figure out how a person was feeling.

Now, my brother, Joseph (not his real name, but it will do), was and is to this day, very spiritual. He's very, very in tune with what's happening around him. He's done paranormal research, seen a ton of things, and most of what he's seen happened when he was a teenager. He believes that like him, I've inherited it from our grandparents. Its very diluted now, but we have Native American blood in our geneology. With me it's more blurry though. It wasn't always though. I could sense when something was there, but not see it; while Joseph could see what was there but not sense it. I hope that makes sense Now, back to what I was about to talk about. I'm stalling, I'm sorry.

We lived in a three story house with a giant yard. Swamp property with lots of woods. It was suburban enough but there was good distance between homes. My bedroom was on the second floor (all the bedrooms were). One particular evening I had gone to bed early for some weird reason. I was about eight at the time, so this was unusual. My bed was on the opposite wall of the window, but it never scared me looking out it into the dark. There was a big tree near my window, and we had an owl that liked to roost there. So I wasn't scared. For some reason I was scared though. I managed to lull myself to sleep somehow, but after a bit, I felt myself waking up. I sleep on my right side and always have, so I was facing the window. My eyes slowly opened to the sight of a man looking in at me. He was old. Older then my father (he was in his late 40s), and had a very shaggy beard. But it was the way his face was contorted and the way the darkness clung to it.

Sixteen years later and I'm still afraid to think of that face. I'm nearly in tears writing this down.

He had - what I now know is called a stove pipe hat - on his head. I didn't move, I didn't breath. I was so frightened. So I closed my eyes hoping that if I counted to 3 he would go away. It got worse though.

It got so much worse and I wish I had just ran out of the room right then.

I felt the bed shift and something touch my side through the sheet. It was like twigs made into a hand. But long and very, very cold. I opened my eyes to his face near mine speaking words I couldn't understand. I screamed and ran to Joseph's bedroom, crying the whole way. My other two brothers were with him playing a computer game when I came screeching through the door and onto the bed. They were confused at first, but managed to hear me say something along the lines of, "Mr. Tall won't go away and he's in my bedroom! He's scary I don't want him in my room anymore!"

Now, Mr. Tall was what I called a homeless man that lived in our community. He was a very nice man who often would let the kids play in the woods he had set up his camping equipment in, as long as we left him alone.

Here's the problem. That year, Mr. Tall had been hit and killed by a drunk driver. The people who cleaned up his campsite found loads of child pornography. It was believed that he had never acted on his urges and had tried to isolate himself as best he could. It was a big controversial scandal for my little community that the adults loved to talk about.

Anyways, my brother Joseph went right to my bedroom with our mom while my other two brothers stayed with me. When they got back, our mom said it looked like someone had tried to shut the window from the roof because the screen was messed up. So obviously we were all pretty freaked out. We all calmed down though and mom said she took care of it.

Weeks went by. Around that time, my sleep walking increased. My brothers and mom had a hell of a time keeping me from walking out of the house at night. On one instance, I actually managed to get all the way across the yard. When one of my brothers grabbed me, I began screaming profanity and kicking. Telling him that I wanted to go. It got bad.

We started locking me in my room at night. Which ended up damn near costing me my life.

Things had quieted down, so my family started sleeping again. We kept the door locked for my safety, to which even I had agreed was a good idea. It was the kind of door lock that was push, so all you had to do to open it was push a q-tip in the hole of the door knob. It didn't seem unsafe. Anyways, I had gone to bed for the evening. The next thing I know, my brother Joseph is screaming at me, tears running down his face, hugging me and shaking. I'm in the middle of the woods?

Now, from his point of view, he was in his room playing a computer game, heard a window slide open and paniced. He thought I had climbed on the roof in my sleep. When he got the door open, he saw the tail end of a large adult's hand closing the window. And a bearded smile through the glass. He tried to open it, but something had been jammed in the window. So he ran down stairs and out in the direction I always went in my sleep. Mom didn't think anything of it because he was sort of a delinquent. He got on his bike and took the short way to the woods through the gravel road. There was this river that ran under the road way farther down that went a very long stretch into the woods. Its not a strong river, but it is still a river. People have nearly drowned in it. He tells me that I was skipping along the stones that are near the deepest parts of the river, holding the hand of something tall. I guess it looked like a very tall shadow with a stove pipe hat on. Joseph screamed my name and the thing went to turn around. It got about three quarters the way and vanished before he could see it's face. I stopped, mid-skip and sort of started laugh-crying? He's told me it's very hard to describe. It wasn't a noise of comfort, that's for damn sure. Anyways, he ran down into the ravine slope and grabbed me and pulled as hard as he could off the rocks and onto land.

All I remember is seeing my brother's face. He was so upset. Once we got home, he explained to me and mom that I had sleep walked right off the roof and across the yard. He left out the part about what he saw and didn't tell me about it until I was well into highschool. That's the weird thing though. I never remembered any of it, even the things I was there for, until I was 16. And it was because I saw Him again. I was waiting for the school bus, watching the news, and on the corner of our street I saw a man smiling and waving at me. He looked the same. After that the memories started coming back slowly. It's why my brother told me what happened. Because I asked. I thought maybe I was going crazy. Maybe my brain was just playing tricks on me. Joseph thought it might be better if I forgot about it completely. That maybe it meant I'd be safe.

Every now and then I would see him. Far away in the distance, always smiling and waving at me. A few times, I've asked what he wants. He always just smiles and mouths what I've decided is, "Not you anymore."

It had been nearly four years since I'd seen him. Now I'm twenty four and live with my husband in a manufactured home park. There are small kids, ages ranging from 4 to 15 all over the place. I'm well liked by the children here, because I'm seen as an adult they can talk to about anything. I frequently let the kids play with my pets and use my porch. In return I get to make sure no harm comes to them. I cannot have biological kids of my own, so to me, every child is mine to look after. I'm handicapped also, so i don't work anymore as my body is weak and I use a cane. The kids like to help me bring in my groceries.

One little girl in particular likes to ride her barbie bike up and down my stretch of sidewalk and draw colorful chalk pictures all over. She doesn't like to be around the other kids because they pick on her for having a sort of rough family life. So I'm especially protective of her and let her hang around my yard and stretch of the neighborhood. I've told the other kids they need to treat her better, and for the most part they've listened surprisingly. She insists on being alone though. About a week ago she began acting sort of strange. She sits on my porch and doesn't want to walk home alone. I have no problem walking her a block, and my husband doesn't either, but it's very unusual for her.

Two days ago it was getting dark so I asked her if she needed me to walk with her. She said she didn't want to go home because there was a man with a scary face who watched her through the window. She's nine years old.

I immediately spoke to her grandmother, who says that isn't possible as they have motion sensing lights (which I didn't think of at the time), attached to that side of the house. Then I thought of what happened. How she described him. I took Ceci (again, just what I'm calling her here) home and waited for it to get very dark out. I told my husband I was going for a walk and proceeded to walk down the block.

There he was. Standing there across the street to Ceci's house, smiling that fucking smile.

I probably looked crazy to anyone watching, because I yelled something profane and walked into an area where the houses haven't sold yet. It worked, because he followed me. I told him that if he wanted the kids here that he'd have to go through me. I told him that I'd rather die then let any of these kids be hurt. That if he so much as laid one of those decrepit hands on Ceci that no shadow or darkness would protect him from me. He seemed to get the message and I haven't sensed him or seen him since.

I was alarmed because every time I've seen him, it's been around children. Do any of you know what he is? How do I make him leave? Help me. I don't want my kids to get hurt.



Submitted September 28, 2017 at 07:41PM by Wolfie621 http://ift.tt/2k5zkB7 nosleep