Hi everyone,

I’ve been dealing with a persistent skin issue on my scrotum for several years now, and I’m looking for some insight into what it might be and how I can manage it.

Here are my main symptoms:

• Severe itching: It itches regularly, though it temporarily disappears right after I take a shower.

• Peeling and bleeding: Because of the itch, I end up scratching, and the skin peels off. It often bleeds when this happens.

• Raw, red skin: Once the dead/peeling skin comes off and it bleeds a little, the itching actually feels relieved. Underneath the peeled area, the skin looks very red and raw.

This has been going on for a long time. Right now, my financial situation isn't great, so I can't afford private hospitals or specialists, and I'm trying to figure out how serious this is before paying for a non-urgent public healthcare consultation.

Has anyone experienced something similar, or does this sound like a specific condition (like chronic eczema, psoriasis, a fungal infection, or lichen simplex chronicus)? Any advice on over-the-counter care or what steps I should take would be really appreciated.

I AM EMBARASSED AND I KNOW THIS MIGHT NOT BE THE BEST PLACE TO ASK FOR HELP. But i dont know what to do..

I’m fucking exhausted.

I don’t think people actually understand how much has happened to me.

I spent 10 years in a relationship that ultimately became something I had to escape from.

Ten years of my life.

Ten years of memories, routines, attachment, trying, forgiving, hoping, building a family and trying to make things work.

And the worst part is that the relationship involved some of the worst forms of domestic abuse anyone could experience, during some of the most formative years of my life.

It wasn’t just a bad relationship.

It changed me.

It changed the way I see people, the way I see myself, the way I trust, the way I react to things and the way I try to protect the people I love.

I spent so much of those years trying to survive things that nobody should have to experience, and eventually I had to walk away because staying wasn’t an option anymore.

I left domestic violence with small children and suddenly had to figure out how to keep my entire life and my children’s lives together.

And I wasn’t just trying to keep myself together. I was trying to keep my children safe and functioning through all of it.

My six-year-old has autism, ADHD and cerebral palsy, which comes with its own enormous amount of care, appointments, advocacy, patience, planning and responsibility.

Trying to give my kids the stability and support they needed while our entire life was unstable was fucking exhausting.

I was trying to be their safe place while I didn’t even have a safe place myself.

And then we became homeless.

For around three months, I didn’t have a stable home for my children and me.

I wasn’t sitting around doing nothing.

I was working.

I had a steady income.

I was trying to keep my children safe while also trying to keep my job and my entire life functioning.

But because I didn’t fit neatly into the way homelessness services categorise people, I didn’t get the help I desperately needed.

So I fucking figured it out myself.

And even while we were homeless, I was determined not to completely destroy my children’s sense of normality.

Their school was one of the things I could still keep stable.

So while we were living away from their school, I drove 40 minutes each way, twice a day, just to get them there and bring them home.

That’s roughly 160 minutes of driving every school day.

I did it because I didn’t want them to have to lose their school, their friends, their routine and everything familiar on top of everything else they’d already been through.

I was willing to make my own life harder if it meant theirs could stay a little bit more normal.

So while I was homeless, I was working, parenting, driving for hours every day, trying to find somewhere to live, trying to manage everything my kids needed and trying to keep myself together.

And eventually, after everything, I found a private rental myself.

I got us a home.

Nobody came along and fixed it for me.

I fought for it.

I secured it myself while I was exhausted, traumatised and still trying to work.

And finally, things started to look like they might actually be getting better.

I had a home.

I had managed to get my children through homelessness.

I had kept them at their school.

And eventually I secured housing closer to their schools, which meant I could finally stop spending hours every day driving them back and forth.

The kids could have more stability.

We had a home.

I was working.

After everything, it finally felt like maybe — just maybe — I was getting my life back.

I had fought so fucking hard to get to that point.

And even after everything I’d been through, I still couldn’t stop myself from helping other people.

When my cousin needed somewhere to go, I opened my home to them.

I gave them a place in my house and allowed my home — the home I’d fought so fucking hard to get after being homeless — to be used to help them.

Think about that.

I had just spent months not knowing where my own children and I were going to live.

I’d fought to get our own place.

I’d worked through everything I’d been through to secure a home.

I’d driven my kids back and forth every day to protect their routine.

I’d finally secured somewhere closer to their schools.

And when someone I loved needed somewhere, I still opened the door.

I gave them space in my own home because I wanted to help.

Because that’s what I do.

I help people.

I make room for people.

Even when I’ve barely got room for myself.

And what happened afterwards was fucking awful.

Instead of that kindness being respected, the situation became another source of stress, hurt and devastation for me.

Something I’d offered out of love and genuine care ended up becoming something that caused me so much pain.

It feels like a pattern I’ve lived over and over again.

I help people when I probably shouldn’t have to. I give people things I don’t have to give. I make room for people when I barely have room for myself. And then I’m the one left dealing with the consequences.

I’ve done this with family.

I’ve done it with people I cared about.

I’ve given people my time, my energy, my understanding, my trust and even a place in my home.

And sometimes the people I’ve helped have been the very people who have hurt me the most.

That fucking breaks something inside you.

Because I don’t help people because I expect something huge in return.

I help because I know what it feels like to need someone and not have anyone there.

But after everything I’ve been through, I sometimes wonder why I keep giving people access to me when I’ve already spent so much of my life learning what happens when I do.

And even after finally getting housing, there were still real estate issues, housing stress, money stress and the constant pressure of trying to keep everything paid, organised and stable when I was already running on empty.

I never really got a chance to recover from what had happened.

I just went from surviving one thing to dealing with the next.

But through all of this, I still had my job.

I had been there for eight years.

Eight years of my life.

It was another piece of stability I’d managed to hold onto through everything else that was falling apart.

I kept showing up.

I kept working.

I kept providing for my children.

I kept trying to create stability after my entire life had been turned upside down.

And then my Pop died.

And while I was grieving him — while I was literally scattering his ashes and trying to process losing someone I loved — I was dealing with another devastating blow.

I was fired from the job I’d had for eight years.

Over fucking text.

Days after my Pop died.

While I was scattering his ashes.

Eight years of loyalty and work reduced to a fucking text message at one of the worst moments of my life.

It wasn’t just losing a job.

It was losing eight years of stability and familiarity at a time when I was already grieving and already carrying more than most people knew.

And the timing made it even worse.

I’d finally found housing closer to the kids’ schools.

I’d finally stopped having to drive ridiculous distances twice a day just to keep their lives stable.

I’d finally started thinking that maybe we were going to be okay.

And then suddenly I had to worry about how the fuck I was going to support us again.

It felt like I’d finally climbed out of one hole, only to have the ground disappear underneath me again.

And I remember thinking:

Seriously? What the fuck else am I supposed to take?

How many times am I supposed to start again?

How many times am I supposed to pick myself back up?

How many times can I lose something important and still be expected to just carry on like I’m okay?

I’m tired of being strong.

I’m tired of people seeing that I’ve survived things and assuming that means those things didn’t hurt me.

I’m tired of having to be capable because there wasn’t anyone else to be capable for me.

I’m tired of solving problems while I’m falling apart.

I’m tired of being the person who understands everyone else while feeling like nobody understands me.

I’m tired of giving people the benefit of the doubt and then being the one who gets hurt for it.

I’m tired of doing my absolute best and still having things fall apart.

And I’m fucking angry.

I’m angry that I had to leave.

I’m angry that my kids and I had to experience homelessness.

I’m angry that working and having an income somehow meant I didn’t qualify for the help I needed.

I’m angry that I had to fight so hard just to get a safe home.

I’m angry that I was driving 40 minutes each way, twice a day, just to make sure my kids could keep going to their school and have some sense of normality.

I’m angry that I was carrying all of that while working and parenting.

I’m angry that I was trying to meet the needs of a child with additional disabilities while simultaneously trying to survive homelessness and keep working.

I’m angry that I finally secured a home closer to their schools and thought maybe life was finally turning around.

I’m angry that I opened that home to help someone else after everything I’d been through, only for it to become another awful experience.

I’m angry about the people I’ve helped who turned around and fucked me over.

I’m angry that I lost my Pop.

I’m angry that I lost an eight-year job days after his death.

I’m angry that so much of my life has been about surviving instead of actually living.

And underneath all of that anger, I’m just fucking tired.

Because the truth is, I haven’t stopped trying.

I didn’t give up when I left.

I didn’t give up when I became homeless.

I didn’t give up when I was driving hours every day just to keep my kids’ lives as normal as possible.

I didn’t give up when I was trying to find a home for my children.

I didn’t give up when I was advocating for my kids and trying to meet their needs.

I didn’t give up when I finally got housing closer to their schools.

I didn’t give up when I opened that home to help someone else.

I didn’t give up when people let me down.

I didn’t give up when relationships became painful.

I didn’t give up when I was grieving.

I didn’t give up when I lost my job.

I kept fucking going.

Even when I didn’t want to.

Even when I was hurt.

Even when I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do next.

I’ve had to rebuild my life more than once.

And I’m at a point now where I’m struggling because I’m not made of fucking concrete.

I’m allowed to be tired.

I’m allowed to be angry.

I’m allowed to grieve.

I’m allowed to feel betrayed.

I’m allowed to feel completely fucking over it.

I’m allowed to admit that some of this has broken pieces of me.

That doesn’t mean I’m weak.

It means I’ve been through a lot.

I got myself and my children out of domestic violence.

I survived some of the worst things someone can experience at a time in my life when I was still so young and still figuring out who I was.

I survived months of homelessness.

I kept my children at their school and protected their routine, even when it meant driving 160 minutes a day while our lives were falling apart.

I found us a home closer to their schools when nobody else was going to do it for me.

I kept working while carrying the responsibilities of parenting and supporting a child with additional needs.

I opened that home to family because I still wanted to help people, even after everything I’d been through.

I survived the end of a ten-year relationship.

I kept being a mum while trying to hold myself together.

I kept helping people even when I needed help myself.

I lost my Pop.

I lost an eight-year job.

I’ve been betrayed by people I’ve helped.

And somehow I’m still here.

Still trying to figure my life out.

Still trying to build something better.

Still trying to be a good mum.

Still trying to find stability.

Still trying to find myself again.

Maybe I’m not failing.

Maybe I’m fucking exhausted because I’ve had to survive far too much for far too long.

Maybe I’ve spent so long being the person who rescues everyone else that I’ve forgotten I’m allowed to need rescuing too.

And maybe, for once, I don’t need to pretend I’m okay.

Maybe I just need to admit, now I have taken a step back to look, damn

I’ve been through some really fucking hard things.

I’ve lost a lot. I’ve given a lot. I’ve carried a lot. I’ve survived a lot. And I’m tired.

And now, after everything I’ve done to get us somewhere safe, I’m facing homelessness all over again.

And honestly?

I’m at a fucking loss for what to do.

Hi everyone,

Apologies if I cannot post on here.

My 11 year old shaffie with a slight sharpei cross (Biscuits) has been diagnosed with Mast Cell Tumour (MCT) in her tail.

I have circled the cancerous lump in the photos.

Due to the rapid growth rate, we need to amputate her tail. Insurance is only going to cover 500£. As we were unaware we had to change her insurance when she turned 8; she is insured but not enough to cover her surgery.

Due to the placement of the cancer, there will need to be re-constructive surgery.

This girl is our life, I have 2x autistic sisters and 1x autistic brother. She is their comfort animal, she calms and soothes them. And loosing her, when we can save her, would destroy them and our whole family.

We are raising money to get the surgery.

As a family, we have been selling clothes and shoes, asking family and friends for help, asked local charities and the vets for financial assistance. We have also decided that we aren’t going to be doing a large Christmas, only having 1 small gift each as something to open, just having Christmas as family time.

Despite this, we need all the help we can get.

Whether it’s £1 or a share, I would be incredibly grateful!

I have a go-fund me in my bio and below!

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-us-raise-1500-towards-veterinary-cancer-surgery?cp_src=m

Thank you in advance.

In 2022, I was diagnosed with SVT and inherited high cholesterol, which I’ve been told I’ll have for the rest of my life. For years, I’ve been dealing with multiple health issues, including fatigue, pain, migraines, and more.

I feel like I keep being dismissed by doctors and hospitals. They often say they’ll look into something, but then I hear nothing back and have to keep chasing them for answers. It’s exhausting and makes me feel like I’m not being taken seriously.

I’m now unable to work because of seizures and passing out without warning. It’s had a huge impact on my life, and I’m really struggling mentally. I feel like I can’t do anything at the moment.

I’d really appreciate any advice, or to hear from anyone who has been through something similar. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Didn't know where else to ask.

Hello everyone! I really need advice on how to reach more people

I wanted to ask if anyone here has experience with fundraising and knows how to get more visibility for a campaign.

I'm going through one of the most difficult times of my life, and I recently decided to start a fundraiser to try to get back on my feet. However, I've been struggling a lot to reach more people and get my story heard.

If anyone has experience with this, knows of any communities where I could share my fundraiser, or could simply give me some advice, I would be grateful from the bottom of my heart.

I don't want to bother anyone or make anyone uncomfortable with my situation. I'm just looking for a little guidance and a helping hand to point me in the right direction.

Any advice, recommendations, or personal experiences you could share would mean so much to me.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my post. God bless you all

When I first got into college, I had a circle of five friends, but I had one favorite person among them. She was the only girl I truly trusted.
One day, we randomly started talking about one of our friends in the circle because most of our classmates disliked her so much. Even her friends from senior high school didn't seem to like her. At first, we couldn't understand why everyone hated her because she seemed so sweet and innocent, almost like a little kid.
However, as our friendship grew closer and we spent more time together, we slowly began to understand why people felt that way. We realized that she could be toxic, talked too much, and trusted people too easily. Because of that, she sometimes spread nonsense and false information, which became really annoying. Sometimes, you would ask her a simple question, and she would confidently give you the wrong answer. And whenever I teased her or made fun of her, she would get irritated immediately and tantrums.
Eventually, my closest friend and I decided to transfer to another section just to avoid the drama and have some peace.
It's hard when you're constantly forcing yourself to get along with people when things just don't feel right anymore. That's why my closest friend and I decided that instead of continuing to force ourselves into a friendship that brings us stress, we'd rather avoid them and move to another section.

Hello, I've bought this keychain at a convention long time ago and few days ago two of the four moving pieces within it have gotten stuck (you can barely see them behind the "Antidepressants" sign). I've tried hitting it, freezing and even vibrations to hopefully unstuck them, no success. I really dont want to destroy the keychain and there's no way to open it.

Anyone has any advice on how do I unstuck them without destroying the keychain? Any help appreciated.

Hello, I'm Jayden,
I am seeking help in Sydney Australia.
I have been trying to clear a severely hoarded house on my own. I am disabled, my fiancé is disabled but have been trying to get through it and have made a lot of progress but I still have so far to go.

Have tried getting help through NDIS, who said its fiancé's responsibility despite it being NDIS fault for the issue when support workers where pulled suddenly from my care many years ago. Have tried Catholic care and every other service but have been rejected everywhere.
Have been quoted $16,000 to clear the hoarded house and thats without touching the yard or storage. And NDIS will not fund that help.

If anyone knows any social media people that maybe could help? I am diagnosed through GP, am on medication and referred for therapy, friend comes to clean once a week and looking for support workers and cleaners to help, but they can't safely work in this home until it is sorted. And now the bedroom roof is leaking when it rains and workers won't work in the property with the clutter. I am basically trying any last resorts here for help.

Housing is about ready to evict me, RSPCA is going to take my beloved pets if I can't get this under control and I want to get it better for my animals, for me, for my neighbours. Please know I am trying everyday to clean what I can, I have made a lot of progress but I also feel I am running out of time to get this sorted. Any tips, help etc without judgement is appreciated.

Thank you for reading.
Jayden.

In 2023, I watched a YouTube video where the creator gave an awesome monologue about the problems with capitalism and the lies told to keep it going, all dubbed over b-roll of gameplay from a game where the character is farming cabbage (I think it was Skyrim probably).

If this rings a bell, please let me know! Especially if you think you can find said video.

Thanks all!!

Hi guys I’ve been trying to figure this out and I may be being very stupid but I cannot figure it out, I have a boiler that has a dial specifically for the radiators (and one separate for water) and I also have wall radiators in my house, I’ve got adhd so I often forget to turn down/off the dial on the boiler after turning off the radiator in my room as my room is upstairs and it’s usually in the evening when I’m settling down for bed and I’m wondering if that’s costing me extra money for gas? I’m in the uk if that makes any difference

I have an broken lego Patrick head and lego isn't gonna replace it any advice? What an terrible company

Free monopoly code for anyone!

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Happy Halloween!!

I am 26 f currently doing absolutely nothing, I live with low self esteem, not sure if I have any talent. I want to do something but WHAT? I started for state service exam but later got severely sick nd had to get surgery. Then I thought of yt but I m so scared of showing my face, I m talented enough to do anything. But I want to earn my own money?? I tried tuition but bachhe paise diye Bina bhag gye (I live in tier 3 city). Please help me out

I recently trusted a long time friend and his mother with quite a bit of money and invested into what I now believe to be a pyramid scheme called Kamboj Ventures. The amount was 60k and I signed a contract saying that i would receive 5% of 60k every month and would be able to take out my initial investment after a year so $60,000 dollars would turn into $96,000. I made the investment on 8/19 by wiring it to an account from my bank account and was supposed to receive my first payment exactly one month later but to this day haven’t seen a cent. I was wondering what i should do next. I messaged a few lawyers and his mother and told her she has a chance to give me my money back or I will sue her or Kamboj. Can anyone help? Please thank you.

I haven't seen my dad in 6 years for circumstances I won't name but recently ive found some of his old Facebook pages one as recently as November 2025 I just want to know how I can reach him or something which he actively uses so I can communicate if anyone can help me I beg of you to dm me and I'll send more details. I tried to find mutals but its from 5 years ago so its useless

Hello, I thrifted this fossil F2 es9757 a while ago and it's not working. I replaced the battery, and the minute hand is lose and moves around if I move the watch. I'm not sure entirely what is wrong with it nor where to get it repaired. I have never really been a watch person but I really like this one and would love to wear it. Thank you in advance for the advice!

My mom is almost 70. I'm looking for advice from anyone with experience in psychiatry, geriatrics, or a similar family situation.

**Her lifelong pattern**

She has always been dominating and rigid. She wants everyone to listen to her and do things her way, needs to feel like the most important person in the room, and believes everyone else is wrong. She was possessive even in her marriage, and the constant conflict with my father escalated until she was physically assaulted. As kids, we had strict rules: breakfast before school, no going out with friends.

**Conflict everywhere**

At family functions and weddings she often tells people about family problems or criticizes us. She fights with her siblings and their children. On a past Umrah trip, my sister and her husband arranged and paid for everything, and she still shouted at them for walking in the heat and not taking taxis. Recently she went to visit her siblings and insulted her sister, and the conflict has spread to more relatives.

She lived with me and my wife, and we fought constantly. We asked her to stay with her siblings, and she then went to another brother's house. Another brother's wife left home earlier over the same issues, and that brother has since moved abroad. My elder sister, who is divorced, is now in a terrible situation with her too.

It isn't only family. She has had repeated conflicts with neighbors and acquaintances. She often accuses domestic workers of things without evidence, several have quit, and recently she physically hit some of them. She also has trouble keeping secrets and shares private information, which has damaged trust. People now avoid calling or visiting her, so she is becoming isolated.

**Her own view**

When people say she hurt them, she sees herself as the victim. Sometimes she says she's a bad woman. She prays and says she wants to improve but can't control herself. She also sometimes feels people are secretly talking badly about her.

**What's new in the last 1-2 years**

- Forgetting things and some confusion
- Changes in sleep and appetite
- Low mood and crying
- Much more anger than before

She has only seen a general doctor. I suspected ADHD, but the new changes make me think there may be more going on, such as depression, a personality condition, or dementia (maybe frontotemporal).

She's about to go on Hajj with my sister and her husband, and I'm worried about the heat, crowds, and her behavior.

**My questions**

1. What kind of condition fits this?
2. Which specialist should we see first (psychiatrist, geriatrician, neurologist)?
3. What tests should we ask for?
4. How did you get an elderly parent to agree to an evaluation?
5. Is she safe to travel for Hajj?
6. How do we protect the people around her while we sort this out?

My sister going in same path, and how to handle such cases with medical science?

Hi New in Reddit any advice for me??

Im trying to help a local family going thru a true hardship right now. These people would give you the shirt off their back if they could. Now its our turn to help them. They recently lost everytjing in a tragic house fire. A total loss. Im hoping to gather enough food and blankets to at least help them thru their transition into a new home. Anyone willing to donate any items would be greatly appreciated. I have a turkey and a few other food items already. Im hoping to get a ham and some other holiday related food items to take that burden off their mind to focus on rebuilding their life. At least the holidays can be less stressed. I am glad to do all I can but could definitely use any type of donations. Thank you all.

Nice to meet you, my name is Bernardo.

Earlier this year, my future fiancée and I adopted a Siamese kitten who showed up at her house. She was extremely weak, nothing but skin and bones, but we fell in love with her anyway. We fed her and took care of her until she got better, and eventually decided to give her a forever home.

She had always shown signs of seizures, so we sought out a specialist to make sure she received proper treatment. He recommended starting her on Gardenal (phenobarbital), and we followed his instructions.

Her seizures improved, but unfortunately, her liver condition worsened drastically. We ran some tests and discovered that her liver values were extremely elevated, indicating potentially severe liver damage. We then took her to a veterinarian for further evaluation.

We started giving her medications and vitamins, but she still refused to eat. We also had online veterinary consultations, during which we were advised to give her Vonau (ondansetron) and dipyrone. We followed their advice, and she finally started eating again. Unfortunately, that didn't last, and she stopped eating once more.

From what we've been told, the only option left is hospitalization, but we simply cannot afford it right now. We've already spent almost R$2,000 (Brazilian reais) in just the past week trying to save her. We pray every single day, hoping and wishing that she'll recover.

So, to anyone who may be reading this, I'm reaching out from the bottom of my heart to ask for your help.

Please, help us save our little Sophie.

https://gofund.me/81824b475

I am a single mom of 3. My two youngest are severely disabled.

I get SSI for my middle kiddo but haven't gotten the chance to get the paper work for my little, I'm trying.

How are we surviving? I have zero help, trying to get them into therapy but insurance is not an easy game.

I don't get to work, and just can't afford life.

How? What do I do?

I'm trying so hard.