u/Aggravating_Panic948

hi all, i am very high anxiety and ocd, which feed into each other. i’m currently on 150mg of zoloft.

i’m traveling right now, and last year when i was traveling on the way home i threw up on the plane from eating bad dairy. it was mortifying. i struggle with really bad emetephobia (i know im spelling this wrong).

now i have the irrational fear that every thing in the airport is rotten or poisoned, and im going to throw up as soon as i get on the plane. i already have the fear of throwing up randomly anytime my stomach slightly hurts. so this just adds even more stress to an already stressful situation.

then, with having to wake up early for flights, and then not eating anything because my brain says BAD! POSION! my blood sugar drops, and in turn i feel like i’m goin to pass out or be sick. what it wrong with me.

does anyone else struggle with this? i feel helpless.

i CANT sleep until i figure this out, she might have been a caribbean singer (could be wrong) she had an accent though and went “ouuu my ba-na-na!”

HELPLPPPPPPP

EDIT: banana woman by bonde de role sounds SUPER close but it’s not it.

link of shame below (me attempting to sing how it goes)

ooohh my banana

hi all, i will try and keep this simple.

context: my boyfriend and i have been together for 6 months. we were friends for about two years before dating. he comes from a italian catholic family, he’s the only boy and they are well off with traditional values. we are best friends but i feel like woke up on day and he was just moved in with me and i have turned into some type of housewife.

it first started off as him staying over because work is closer to my house than his, which i absolutely had no problem with. then slowly more clothes started coming over. except he’s messy and those clothes became piles all over. so i start doing his laundry. overtime my closet doesn’t have enough room so i move things around and figure out a closet situation. we both smoke weed and when i get home from work ive fallen into this role of making dinner because if i dont he’ll complain he’s hungry and not do anything about it or eat just shitty snacks. except when i’m making dinner he sits there on his phone, snacking while im cooking and not helping with anything like cleaning the dishes or just criticizing what im making so i can cook it “how he likes it”. he needs to do everything WITH me. if i want to take a shower, he comes in there with me. if im doing cleaning or doing laundry he follows me around talking to me and not helping. if i have to go to the gas station or a store. he desperately needs to con with me. if he needs to go over to his house he begs for me to come with him because “he doesn’t want to be alone”.

anyways, im frustrated and burnt out. i’m not a wife. i need my space. i want to sleep in my bed without someone next to me. i want to take a shower by myself. i want to watch tv without someone watching reels on full volume next to me. i feel like my home has been taken over my him. when ive expressed to him in multiple occasions how stressed out i am about workin a full time job & cleaning up after two people and constantly having him around, he apologizes and empathizes but doesnt change. i’ve tried telling him i need space and it doesn’t happen. he doesn’t understand why i want my alone time. i’m leaving for europe for 2 weeks without him and im so happy about it i feel guilty. i need a break.

am i overreacting and being an asshole?

TL:DR my boyfriend just kinda moved in with me. now he has to do everything with me and i’m running around like a housewife picking up after him and being criticized. i never wanted this so early on in our relationship.

EDIT: told him we are sitting down and having a conversation tonight about how his actions aren’t okay and he’s not welcome to sleep at my house until he changes.

EDIT 2: i did NOT expect this to blow up like it did. so here is some more context: he is taking care of things around the house that you would typically “assume” men would take care of (ex: trash, yard, etc. etc). again he is from a VERY traditional italian household. he does not understand the domestic chores around the house because his mother did that their entire lives. he has two sisters and they also took on this “maternal” role. earlier i said that we yelled at each other. this was an over exaggeration. there is high volume conflict between us because that is how his family communicates. we actually have a wonderful relationship besides what i stated above.