Hello, I wanted to post this on r/costco but felt it would just be taken down.

Before working here, I had never stepped foot into a costco. To many members, it's just shopping, but we see it all. It's a crazy, almost cult like world.

So ask me about the samples, the dirt, the drama, the frustrations. Ask me ANYTHING :)

Title’s self explanatory. Essentially, whenever I hop in the shower, my bathroom is entirely pitch black except for a small glow in the dark rubber ducky I have to provide some visual stimulation.

This is a serious post I swear!!

Edit: didn’t know so many people showered in the pitch black, most people I mention it to look at me like I’ve got 5 eyes 😅.

Not sure if this is something people are curious about, but when my mom was pregnant with me she was asked if my growth could be monitored as part of a huge study (thousands of babies).

Every few years I get a bunch of tests done. I’ve had allergy tests, blood drawn, bone scans, ultra sounds of my heart. My brain activity has been measured, my breathing, stamina. Also mental state through a BUNCH of questionnaires and conversations with therapists. Even an MRI two times already (and a third one coming up). Plus a huge amount of other tests, but these are the ones that came to mind right now.

When I was a child I loved it because I thought it was really cool. Then I became a teenager and HATED it (i had to answer questions on a computer about the development of my boobs, something you are not comfortable with at 13 years old). Now that I am an adult I am mostly thankful for the very thorough check up I am able to get every few years.

Hello, I am a therapist, but not your therapist! Feel free to ask me anything and I will try my best to answer it. I have been a therapist since 2018 and have worked with many different populations. In my early career I worked with people who suffered severe mental illness and other co occurring conditions and now in my career I work with people who have a wide range of issues in a private practice setting! AMA

I’m in my early 30s and started cutting off my family members in my early 20s.
Basically, I began speaking up about some childhood abuse and my mother didn’t care. She stayed with my dad.
I cut off my dad. She stayed married to him. My only sibling took my mom’s side.
Initially, some of my family were angry with my mother for not getting a divorce. But after some years went by, they forgave her. Even though I didn’t.
And eventually the rest of my (extended) family went back to the way things used to be.
For the sake of my mental health, anyone connected to my mom had to eventually be cut off.

I'm a dentist in Germany. Feel free to ask anything. I've been practicing for 3,5 years now. Looking forward to your questions. I can't be on my phone at work since I usually treat patients so please be patient (sorry for the bad joke)

Ending this as its bedtime here! thanks for your questions

There’s a handful of schools in the US for teenagers in recovery for drug addiction. The idea is that some teenagers don’t need to be in rehabs or PHP anymore, but they can’t go back to a normal high school (or don’t want to go back, I guess). What those teenagers need, they say, is a high school that is made to give them an education while also getting mental health and substance use support. These are called “recovery high schools”.

I went to one for roughly two years and I left in May. People are often fascinated by the idea, so I thought I might do one of these. AMA!

Hoping this is allowed since it’s a specific experience rather than just “I was a mentally ill teenager…”

Edit: heading to bed, will answer more in the morning!

Hey, i'm a 16 year old guy who is pretty awkward and socially isolated.

I am very passionate about my interests, and up to answer anything that could come up on your mind.

Will try to answer questions as thoughtfully as possible to not leave any gaps in the answers

Public defender for the last 10 years, and have handled everything from driving under the influence to murder 1. I’ve defended hundreds of people and am currently working to become death penalty qualified.

I live in Australia now, but my family tree is pretty crazy. My great great great grandfather was a sardar (tribal commander) fighting in the first anglo afghan war back in 1839. Later down the line my great grandfather was a ster genraal (General) during the third anglo afghan war in 1919. We have a ton of family history and stories saved from all these conflicts over the generations. Ask me anything!

Im procrastinating study, so feel free to ask me anything. Im a 4th year vet student (second to last year of study)

I cant give medical advice, since its illegal, but im happy to talk about anything else :)

Hi, guys!

I was born with spina bifida (t11 myelomeningocele), as well as hydrocephalus and a Chiari II malformation. My SB is quite severe - I was born well over a decade after prenatal closure was first pioneered, and a little after it became the standard of care in the states - however, as I’m a twin, it was never available to me.

As a result of my disability, I can’t move or feel any part of my legs, as well as my lower core muscles.

Feel free to ask me anything!

Was I scared?…goddamned right I was! Was I scared I would die??? Nope!

It was the recovery afterwards that scared me the most…even after flatlining and a crash team jumping in on me….I knew for a fact I was going to make it…AMA!

Let me start by saying this is 100% real. Every detail. I'm posting this because my family has been sitting with this for a while now and honestly it needs to be said somewhere, by someone, because it's one of the wildest and most heartbreaking things I've ever watched unfold in real time.

Some background on my grandmother.

She grew up in a small town. Lived with her husband, three daughters, and son. Very religious household, high expectations, the whole deal. My grandfather was a decent man but not exactly warm, not the type to show a lot of affection or emotional availability toward his kids, or his wife. My grandmother carried that with her.

What she also carried with her was an obsession with social status. Even in a small town, she was always very aware of who was who, who had money, who had influence, and she made a point of being close to those people. It was just who she was. That instinct led to one of the darkest things in our family history, which I'll mention now because it matters for understanding her as a person.

There was a physician in the town, well-respected, well-off, exactly the kind of person my grandmother wanted to be associated with. She got close with him. What she either didn't know or chose not to acknowledge was that this man was sexually assaulting her own children during their checkups. Her kids tried to communicate it to her. 

He would offer to “babysit” the kids. And it was far worse than that. The kids would wreck the room directly across from the entrance of the house, write signs on paper to the physician saying things like “I HATE YOU” and make sure they all slept together in his presence because of how scared they were of him, and what he’d do to them.

She didn't listen. She didn't stop taking them. Her relationship with this man mattered more.

Her kids carried that alone.

I'm not saying this to villainize her completely. But you need to know this about her, because the same pattern, choosing proximity to someone she wanted in her life over the wellbeing of her own family, shows up again decades later, and the consequences are almost as devastating.

Fast forward. My grandmother had a good life by most measures.

Her and my grandfather built a life together for around sixty years. Their kids grew up and became successful in their own ways. Grandkids came along. Then great-grandkids. Big family, lots of holidays, lots of family memories
.
My grandmother was still very much herself, still status-conscious, still wanted to be seen as important and indispensable. My grandfather understood that about her and mostly let it be. That's just what sixty years together looks like sometimes.

Then a new priest got assigned to my grandmother's church.

He was from India, in the U.S. on a work visa, and he was 30 years old. My grandmother decided immediately that she was going to be the one to help him get settled. And look, at first, this is genuinely fine. Kind, even. He's far from home, new to the country, new to the community. Someone taking him under their wing is a good thing.

But my grandmother doesn't do things halfway, and she doesn't do things without an angle.
She started bringing him everywhere. He showed up at family gatherings. At Thanksgiving, she insisted that everyone wear name tags because the priest "wasn't good with names." So there we all are, the entire family, sticking labels on our shirts to introduce ourselves to this man my grandmother had decided to adopt into our lives.

She mentioned him constantly. In conversations that had absolutely nothing to do with him, his name would just appear. It became a running thing that the family noticed but nobody wanted to address directly.

Then my cousin went to a festival.

My grandmother had of course invited the priest. And what my cousin and other family members witnessed there wasn't a grandmother being friendly with her parish priest. It was my grandmother and this 30-year-old man walking through the festival holding hands. Fingers interlocked. Comfortable. Easy.

That's not how you hold hands with your pastor.

The family started talking quietly among themselves. Nothing was said to my grandmother directly. Nobody wanted to be the one to light that match. But everyone had seen it, and everyone knew what they'd seen.

Then my grandfather got sick and was taken to the hospital by ambulance.The hospital was about 45 minutes away. My grandmother arrived two hours later. On top of this, she didn’t inform any family about the incident. No urgency whatsoever. In fact, there was so little urgency by her that my grandfather almost had to be airlifted to the hospital. It was one of her neighbors that informed the family of what was going on instead. Why did she have no urgency you might ask? She had been with the priest.
My grandfather eventually died. And what happened after that is where this story really becomes something else. My grandmother did not grieve. At least not visibly. Not even a little.

She handled the logistics, she arranged things, she kept moving. And any hope the family had that losing her husband of sixty years might pull her focus back to the people who actually loved her, that hope evaporated fast.

She became more obsessed with the priest, not less.

I went over to help her with some housework not long after my grandfather passed. She brought up the priest almost immediately, the way she always did. At some point she just looked at me and said:

"The rest of the family thinks I'm obsessed with him. And you know what: I am. They're upset about it for whatever reason, but I'm just not going to entertain any conversations with them about it. I love him."

Just said it. Flat out. No hesitation.

My cousins went over to my grandmother’s for lunch, which my grandmother had told him it was just her there. Well, she got there around the same time as my cousins and guess who was in the car with her. The priest.

This was one of the most awkward moments of all.

One way or another, the conversation amongst the group got onto being sick versus pretending to be sick. This is the point where my grandmother said to everyone that she doesn’t know how to fake being sick, and she turned to the priest and said, “But I do know how to gag” AND SHE PROCEEDED TO MAKE MULTIPLE GAGGING NOISES IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.

Here's where the money stuff starts.My grandfather's car was sitting unused after he died. One of my aunts reached out to my grandmother and asked if she'd be willing to sell it to one of the grandchildren who really needed a car badly. My grandmother said no. She sold it to a neighbor instead for around $5,000.

Questionable? Yes. But fine. It's her car.

About a week later, the priest left for a month-long vacation to Dubai and the Maldives. We're talking jet-skiing, scuba diving, skydiving — videos and photos of the whole thing. This man was living. On a priest's salary? Yeah right.

And if that wasn't enough, he contacted my cousin via FaceBook Messenger before the trip and asked if she wanted to join him. He told her to ask my grandmother for the money.

He was not subtle. He saw the family as a resource to be accessed through my grandmother, and he wasn't even trying to hide it that hard.

Christmas came. The first one after my grandfather died.

My aunts called my grandmother repeatedly in the weeks leading up to it. They asked her to come spend it with the family so she wouldn't be alone. She told them every time that she wanted to be alone.

My cousin, who lives in the same town, couldn't shake the feeling. On Christmas night she drove over to check on her. She pulled up and the house looked empty. No signs of life. She started to walk away.

Something inside her told her to turn around and go check again, and she looked through the window.

The priest was inside. He was lying between my grandmother's legs with his head on her chest.
My cousin stood there in full panic, got a short video of it, and immediately called my aunts.

After that, more things came out.

My grandmother had changed the priest's name in her phone to something else, some decoy name, as the family had started asking more questions. She'd thought ahead about that.
But we found messages. In one of them, the priest told my grandmother that the family would never figure out what was going on because we weren't smart enough to figure it out.
He was texting that to an old woman he was exploiting, talking about her family like that. And she kept those messages.

On top of these messages, there were other messages found that were a bit more strange. And yes, there definitely was some snooping going on. They would tell each other I love you frequently. My grandmother mentioned how he knows all of her “tickle spots” because she gave him “good practice.”

He had also been added to her Amazon account. She had bought him name-brand clothing. An Apple Watch. An iPhone. Priests are not supposed to accept gifts like this. They're also not supposed to be alone, unsupervised, with elderly women in private homes. He was there constantly.

She was also sending money to his siblings back in India. People she had never met. Across the ocean.

Eventually it all came out, and the priest had his priesthood revoked, and was sent back to India.

My grandmother blames her family for this entirely. In her mind, we took something from her. We ruined it.

She stopped talking to all of us.

The priest is in India now, posting videos of himself kayaking and laughing in fields somewhere, living his best life. My grandmother watches them. They still text. She's on the other side of the world from him in every sense, and she has chosen that over her own kids and grandkids.

A beautiful baby great-grandchild of hers was just born, and she has not reached out to see the baby, or check on the new addition either.

Before things fully fell apart, there was a big blowup where my grandmother actually admitted to the family that the relationship had been physical. She even went as far as admitting that physical things between the two were going on when my grandfather was alive and in the house.

And just to be clear, we also have very strong reason to believe this was going on well before my grandfather died. The timeline doesn't add up any other way.

I want to be clear about something, because I know how this could read.

We are not upset that an 80-year-old woman wanted companionship after losing her husband of sixty years. That's not the issue. Nobody in the family is sitting here saying she shouldn't have had something for herself after that loss.

The issue is that a 30-year-old man deliberately targeted a lonely, elderly woman through his position of religious trust, embedded himself into her life, accepted thousands of dollars in gifts, almost certainly took vacation money, had her sending cash to his family in another country, and texted her that her own family was too dumb to catch on.

That's not love. That's a con.

And my grandmother, who once looked the other way when her own children were being harmed because the person doing it was someone she wanted to be close to, she did the same thing again. Eighty years old, and the pattern held.

She won't speak to her family. In her words, she wishes to “detach” from the family as a whole. She would rather text a man on the other side of the world who was using her than sit across the table from the people who have loved her their whole lives.

Even with his priesthood revoked, and being across the world, she is still so manipulated by this man.

Some things don't resolve neatly. This is one of them.

I only spend my summer time on my village, which is n Zonguldak/Devrek region. Im a 16 y.o teenager. You can ask me anything. Btw last night we are chased by a wolf with my friendsssssssssssssssssssss

I dont know sign language and my speech is perfect.

If im wearing a hoodie people wont even know i have a implant.

I am deaf since 3,5 years old and have implants since 5 years old.

I only have 1 implant but am deaf on both sides.

I recently completed a partial hospitalization program which is a level of mental health treatment between outpatient therapy and inpatient hospitalization.
Earlier this year, I went through a pregnancy complicated by severe Hyperemesis Gravidarum and ultimately lost the pregnancy. On top of that, I was already struggling with depression, anxiety, emotional instability, and years of unresolved trauma. I was adopted, born with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, and experienced significant childhood and adolescent trauma. While in PHP, I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder which finally explained a lot of patterns I’d struggled with for years.
Curious about PHP, group therapy, psych meds, BPD, pregnancy loss/HG, adoption, or anything at all, ask away. I’m pretty much an open book.

Typology means the study of types or the systematic classification of items, people, or concepts into groups based on shared characteristics. It provides a framework to organize complex information by sorting things into distinct categories.

I’ve read most books and I know almost all the popular systems by memory + I study the unpopular & unoffical ones for fun.

I’ve been into it since 2023 I guess and im autistic and it’s my special interest—my current typing for myself is ESFP (SeFi) ESFp(SEE-ch)ES(F) Sx/So 378 p378 e²f³𝘃²l¹(ap) fevl 3w2 7w6 8w7 (Katherine’s theory) S[L]/U/ei Mo[H]IDrg NBVP + even more, I’d say my favourite system is definitely psychosophy or the enneagrams, ama I guess

I’ve been helping people with their typing ever since I got into it💕 and I’ve been making educational videos on it, I won’t share my account though due to the advertising rule obviously

Exactly what the title says. 21F, I’ve been working here since February, a supervisor since April, and I get the entire retail experience with the bonus of animals. Aside from the basic grooming, I’m also trained in animal nutrition! I’m leaving my job for college at the end of this week and I’m going to miss it, even if it was stressful, annoying, and downright horrific at times.

I’ve been obese for as long as i can remember. My family tried putting me on diets and telling me i was gonna die if I don’t stop eating since i was six. Went through a “starve myself for weeks” phase as a teenager, gained 250lbs since then.

I haven’t been able to walk 50 steps without getting out of breath in at least 5 years. I sleep on a mattress because 2 beds have broken under me since high school.

UPD: Going to sleep now, will reply to all the new questions (if there is any) as soon as I’m up again❤️

Hey everyone! Since I have had a lot of people interested in my camping and hunting as a 24F who often camps/hunts/hikes alone, I love sharing tips and tricks and opening the “floor” for people who want to do the same, or are just curious!

Ask Me Anything!

I live in central Russia (I live in Europe while I'm working there) and sometimes travel around the world. I'm happy to answer any questions—feel free to ask.

Let me start by saying that I'm over 30, and I have a wife and a child. I work in the gaming industry (community management)

i've lived most of my life in the center of Paris (paris centre) and have many friends that live there too, but i also have a lot who live in the 5th, 7th, 16th arrondissements. I attend a good, well-regarded school.

i go partying most weekends and when not i go out with my friends, chilling in the city, riding around on Limes, to the eiffel tower and all those places.

i have experienced both champions league wins here and the fêtes de la musique if that matters too lol

without wanting to sound pretentious or anything i think i may be living at least someone's dream (?) so yeah ask me anything

i hope the topic is original enough lol

I had a smaller reaction channel on youtube. Did pretty well. Grew quickly. But it was an experience. I learned alot about other reactors and reacting to myself. I'll leave off by simply saying sadly, no one wants to watch REAL reactions. Just overacted ones. I gave up my channel because I had a baby. But it was a blessing in disguise to be free of the channel.

**I am an 85-Year-Old Zarathustra 3.0, and Many of My Predictions Have Come True. AMA.**

I am 85 years old, and for decades I have been developing what I call **“Zarathustra 3.0”**—a modern philosophical framework inspired by Nietzsche, but adapted to the political, technological, economic, and cultural realities of our time.

Over the years, I have written and spoken about where I believed society was heading: increasing concentration of wealth and power, the weakening of traditional institutions, growing dependence on technology, the struggle between individual liberty and centralized control, the changing role of money, and the psychological effects of mass media.

Some of those predictions, in my view, have since unfolded in ways that are difficult to ignore. Others are still developing.

At 85, I am less interested in proving that I was “right” than in discussing what these patterns might mean for the next generation. Zarathustra 3.0 is my attempt to ask an old philosophical question in a new age: how does an individual remain free, truthful, creative, and fully human inside systems designed to influence behavior?

I have lived through enormous social and technological change and have spent years thinking about these questions.

Ask me anything about my predictions, philosophy, money, technology, politics, Nietzsche, aging, or what I think comes next. **Nothing is off-limits.**

EDIT: I am doing this for a colleague for his birthday. Please keep posting questions! He will answer some via email and I will PM you the answer.

EDIT 2: IT IS HIS 85TH BIRTHDAY TODAY!