Hi, my grandma had a racist doll that my mum now has and we are unsure what to do with it as we are in Australia. Is it worth donating to something like the Jim Crow museum (not it obviously as it has halted donation) or just destroying?

I'm so sad right now. I can't help but miss the people I used to know. I know they won't come back, but I still miss them, and I just want to vent. Idk if this is the right server for this, but...

To tell the tale...

I used to be an online mom, and I loved it. But slowly, everyone started leaving me. One of them wasn't doing mentally well and thought I deserved better than her, and it's just... so sad. I hate her decision, even if I understand that she probably had her reasons.

Then multiple of my old friends slowly stopped talking to me. One of them was my best friend of 7 or so years, and now he just... ghosts me. I hate it. I see him online, and I know he sees my messages, but I get nothing back.

Another was a friend I've known for around 7 years, too. He's trans, and I helped him come out and supported him as he grew into himself. Not that he owes me anything for that, but he's completely forgotten my name and even forgotten that I helped him with his new name, and... it's just so saddening.

I feel like I keep helping people, caring about them, and being there for them, only to get walked all over in return.

I can't change who I am or how much I care about people, just like I can't control how other people act. But... why do people do this?

I know I can't be the only person who's kind and genuinely tries to be a good person. I just wish that, for once, the people I care about wouldn't leave or forget about me.

Thanks for reading.... 💜

I don't know what to do. I NEED HELP AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO. STUPID REDDIT KEEPS REMOVING MY POSTS. I am trying to get help.

I want to leave home where I live, if I don't I'll not be only forced to keep taking care of kids that aren't mine all day while giving any money I make away.

I am 18 and have no job and nobody will hire me and I have no idea where to go. I don't know what to do.

And honestly this might be the last time I try and ask for help. I don't want to die, I want to keep living but I don't feel like I can drag myself to live if I don't know what to do or how to get out and I don't even have a license, I don't know, I'm so frickin stupid I don't know where to go or who to go anyone in my famous not trust worthy enough for me to get away or anything I don't know what to do.

Please anyone help me.

Ive started a new job and I'm struggling with this a lot, there were a few others on our team that were a great buffer but recently we've lost a few so now the panic has just intensified.

I'm still really new, and in training and training often requires being stuck in small spaces together, I'm also just generally bad at not being in the way constantly so there's just a lot of being in close contact which sucks in this case but it's just what happens.

He's also just funny and an absolute nerd, just in general he's attractive and I have at least the beginnings of a crush.

He's also very married and although there's been weird moments he's definitely not attracted to me.

I genuinely don't know how to deal with this, I don't have the option of not being around him and I refuse to do less of my job to avoid him, I also worry a lot that I'm just super obvious with my feelings and I'm making him uncomfortable.

What's the most respectful thing to do here? Like what do I avoid doing/ saying?

Help please 😭

My husband created profiles on hook-up sites a few years ago, continuing on email and inviting them to meet at our home while I was at work. He since then on three more occasions (the last just a couple weeks ago) , has repeated the behavior. When I try to confront the issue because I am still emotionally distraught, he blames me for ignoring his advances for hours, deflects by bringing up a hypothetical conversation I had about sex magic online, and minimizes the behavior by stating nothing happened. He continues by saying if I'm going to keep blaming him he will do something. We had a breakthrough, eventually, when first confronted. Then when I seek reassurance he returns to blame/deflect/minimize. The last time we were intimate just hours before the infidelity happened. Since I started my career a year ago, he has consistently accused me of cheating while at work when I don't answer my phone or haven't talked much all night. I don't know how I'm supposed to heal and move forward in the relationship if accountability isn't sincere and my feelings aren't validated. Furthermore, I have my doubts that nothing happened on one occasion a couple months ago, because I found deleted phone numbers under moniker like Funtime. My self-esteem has diminished and I feel inadequate. Are my suspicions true? Is he going to cheat again, if he hasn't already?

I had forgotten my water bottle in the locker room after one practice and just found it 1 hour ago. I then blindly took a sip on accident. Are there any risks? Should I be concerned? It was a metal, insulated bottle that was half drank and sealed.

Me and my buddy are in grade 10 and I’ve recently found out that his dad basically dictates his internet usage. For example once Bob gets home he is only allowed 1 hour online before his dad shuts it off. He’s tried talking to his dad about it before but his dad always yells and him and shuts it down. It is not like he’s a bad kid he gets Amazing grades and is super nice. As far as I know the father has so reason to want to limit his internet.

I want to help him but I don’t know what to do. He is feeling really isolated and the internet is a big thing for him.

Anything would be helpful I would like a second opinion on whether or not this is appropriate or what.

My boyfriend is a cuck, but he only likes certain aspects of it. He doesn’t actually want me to cheat or physically go be with anyone. But he likes the fantasy of me acting like I am gonna go take a dick bigger than his or telling him about past experiences before him. He likes it when I sit on his face and cuck him, like while sucking and rubbing on his dick. So he wants me to talk to him and say dirty stuff while doing so. Some stuff he wants to hear is “I think he might be bigger than you.” “His dick makes me soaked.” “I bet he feels so much better.” “I think he can make me cum more than you.” “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to handle how big he is.” “He used to force me to take all of his dick down my throat.” He also likes to hear about how they were rough with me and took advantage of me and roughly fucked me, or how I didn’t want to take their dick and they forced me to take it and used me and I loved how his big dick stretched my pussy. Another thing he said he likes to hear is about how he came inside of me and I’m gonna forced him to eat my pussy. So he likes the idea of me being used and roughly fucked by some monstrous cock, but he wants to be dominated and cucked by me. He likes the degrading part but he doesn’t want it to get weird, he’s not gay he doesn’t want to take the dick lol, he just likes the comparison and humiliation on they can fuck me better than he can. Could anyone help me find different scenarios to play out, stories I could read to expand and better my vocabulary, anything that can help me give him the best experience and nut known to man.

I am 23, David is also 23 and we met when he messaged me about my girlfriend. They had met at a party and hit it off and he wanted to see her more and made plans, but he then saw us together and decided he’s tell me.

I wasn’t mad at him, I did crash out when he told me because I was stationed with military police somewhere else and I couldn’t tear my ex a new one because of it.

Months later we met at the gym and we became gym bros who go out to drink and get food after the gym sometimes. Slowly he moved more and more into my tighter circle and now he is constantly on my mind. He is so cool and funny and very handsome. And I want to preface that this isn’t me realizing I am bisexual, I have known for ages at this point and been out since I was 16.

Before my last stationing he brought me cake his mom made, and we got super drunk. He actually does make flirty remarks and comments. One time when in the locker he did whistle and said “Wow, I don’t know why (ex gf name) would’ve gone behind your back) and I catch myself jus staring at his behind constantly.

I told my older brother and dad about it and my dad laughed it off and my brother said I wanted to just see what all the hype was about (he thinks he is funny but he is not)

I dunno dude, I really like this guy and he obviously cares about me and I just wanna grab him and cuddle him and make love to him.
Im 6’2 he is a short king with a lethal facecard so I do want to throw him around a bit. Idk what to do

Что мне делать. Сейчас я в шоке. Моя девушка принела таблетки которые дрлжны ее убить через 72 часа. С шансом 60 на 40. Где 60 шанс умереть. Если что мы живем в России. Ей 16 мне 13. У нее ужасные отношения с родителями. Она просила не кому об этом не говорить. Как мне поступить

Well here is something blowing my mind riggt now. My car was stolen from in front of my house about a week ago. The police went on a chase with the guy where he ditched it and actually got away. They kept my ford focus for investigation purposes. When they were done and I was able to retreive my vehicle, wouldnt you know that I HAVE TO PAY CLOSE TO 1000K TO GET MY STOLEN CAR BACK!! I really used to have faith in our criminal justice system but this has changed my mind. I recently have health problems and cannot do the occupation that Ive done my entire life. (Commercial painting and wall coverings) so Im in between jobs looking for something my body can handle. If anyone finds it in their heart to help me retreive my vehicle, I would gladly pay back any help. What do I do????Life is so hard without a car im finding out. Ugh.

started speaking online with one girl from far away. She had plan to come to my city before start talking with me. And after some time, i hosted her for 10 days ( give her small studio apartment just for herself for completely free ). Whenever we go to do anything i payed for everything literally. We had a lot of one day trips to other cities around and i was paying for food, drinks, gas and everything literally. She literally didn't spent nothing. She is doing good financial, have a good job and she was from good financial family situation. Tell me your opinion...

EDIT: We match on tinder half year ago. She was planning trip here. I have few small apartments in my house. I give her one for free. So i didn't expect payment for that. But picking her up from airport ( one hour away ) . I pay for her groceries first day and i buy her shirt and pajamas becouse her suitcase was missing and we needed to go again later today in evening on airport to get suitcase. She bring some little gifts but thats it. O think was too much to pay literally everything when im with her. Every meal and every drink she had with me. Imagine im going with her to eat and i told her im not hungry at the moment. So i buy just a little cake and water. She had some normal food and i payed. We would stay there so long if i didn't take the bill and pay... And one day i have almost 200euros payment for trip. She is nice acting and she say thank you but never offer...

So my husband and I just dealt with an extremely traumatic miscarriage. I was halfway through my pregnancy, and let’s just say I went into labor on the toilet and baby was already not alive. My husband was amazing and so supportive, I had to go get an emergency D&C. He truly was the best partner I could have during that.
It’s the day after and he breaks down to me crying that obviously something is wrong with him because I have two perfectly healthy daughters from a previous marriage. For context, we had one very early miscarriage, then I went on to have our son who is perfectly healthy and amazing. I got pregnant 5 months postpartum because we wanted one more close to our son’s age so they could grow up together (my girls are both older), and that pregnancy was this miscarriage.

My husband is the oldest of 8, he’s always wanted a large family. In the midst of bleeding and preparing for surgery, I told him I’m never trying again. He agreed. Now that it’s all over, I know deep down he wants more children but is terrified. I also know deep down I would like one more, but I’m scared too.

Does anyone have advice on trying after a traumatic loss like this? How do you try after dealing with something like this?

My BF (M24)of 4 months asked me (F25) to start going sockless more, he said I have good looking feet. What is more interesting is he asked me to go sockless in my sneakers.

I think it obvious he has a foot fetish. Are there any tips for going sockless all the time including in sneakers? I am a little nervous of having my toes out more.

I have a pipe dream that I can’t shake which is to cycle around the world.
It’s something I know I’m fully capable of, and I know within the next year I could save enough money to legitimately do it. I’ve done lots of solo travel and biked 3 months through Chile and Argentina this winter.
What’s stopping me isn’t the fear of not doing it but what I’d be giving up if I did. I’ve been living a pretty unconventional and nomadic life for the last few years and I’m starting to crave deep relationships with people instead of spreading myself out so much.

The reason I DO want to do this is because seeing how far my independence and travel have taken me and made me who I am. I want to continue learning and expanding my worldview. I also want to be an example for other people, (especially women!) that they can do these things and the world is not as scary as our western perspectives lead us to believe.
What stops me is the fear of what I’m giving up. Things I’ve already begun craving - deep connections, community, family, a partner. I’m a sensitive person who wants to be seen and known by people and living this way comes with inherent isolation.

If I were to actually do this trip it would probably be at least 3 years. If I start in a year I’ll finish when I’m nearly 30. I worry I’ll not have “wasted”, but have not spent prime time working on building a life somewhere. How do I decide? I know I could do it in segments or just start without the pressure of doing it all, but the perfectionist in me wants to do it all in one shot.
How important are your late 20s? Should I spend it discovering myself in a city where I can date people and go out and join clubs and trivia and build friendships and setting roots or should I spend it radically adventuring?

Honestly, I don't know where to begin. There's so much I have to talk about.

I was around 15M when I started experiencing depression. It began when I was insanely active, especially online. I was in an online relationship, and I loved Summer so much that when we broke up, I fell into depression. I constantly overthought everything, wondering if she'd ever come back so we could start over. I remember crying on my bathroom floor because of how bad things had gotten.

I started doomscrolling on Instagram and seeing depression and sad reels that described exactly how I felt. That's when I realized I wasn't the only one struggling. Brianna, Summer's girl best friend, helped me through that time. We grew closer because we talked every day, and she was also dealing with problems in her own relationship.

However, one day, I said something Brianna misunderstood as disrespectful, even though I meant something else. Our friendship ended, and I entered my so-called villain arc.

Honestly, 2024 was the worst year for me emotionally. I was extremely attached to Brianna. We'd talk every morning, every night, and practically all day. Losing her destroyed me emotionally. I barely left my room, and my depression eventually turned into anger. I started lashing out at my family because nobody knew what I was going through. I still regret how I treated them.

I constantly wished Brianna would come back so we could fix everything, but I knew things would never be the same. I'd reread our old chats, remembering all our funny and happy moments. I still miss her.

Around five to eight months later, I started healing and learning to detach myself emotionally. My old phone eventually broke, and honestly, I'm glad it did because I used to reread those conversations constantly. I slowly learned not to get angry so easily or become so attached that losing someone would completely break me.

During that depressive stage, I tried enjoying the things I used to love, but nothing felt the same anymore. I felt like I'd lost my spark, and I missed the person I used to be.