u/ImpressionPopular794

My resume currently looks like it has lots of gaps. One job that was a year and a half, one that was 6 months. Before that I was in college. I worked a job while I was in college. I went to two community colleges, and university. I didn't finish my degree because they cut my financial aid (obviously I wouldn't put that in my resume).

But. I've been trying to keep my resume at one page and that only shows my two jobs (2 years of employment) and school (GED and 2 years of college). I'm 24.

Thoughts?

Well. Maybe not a job. But something that I can do from home, without having to pass an interview, that makes almost a part-time income? Preferably something that builds important skill sets like financial stuff, or data entry or something else. I have roughly 2 1/2 years of college level coursework under my belt. I don't mind hard work. No degree though. The gaps in my resume are due to college. Most of my coursework was fundamentals and computer science.

Earlier today I was doing some grocery shopping, and I was just finishing up to head up to the check-out to pay for my items. A little girl, probably 11 or 12 and a friend that looked about the same age, came up to me and asked if I would be willing to make a purchase for them. It immediately raised red flags, so I asked what type of purchase. She tried to beat around the bush for a couple of seconds saying that "it's not actually for me it's for my friend but I promised her I would get it for her".

I told her that I would not be making any purchase for her that she cannot make for herself. Because I had a feeling that it was for alcohol. She got a little irritated with me and asked why. I told her that if she could go ask her mom, and her mom would say no, it was NOT my place to say yes. I made a comment about how she needed to be a bit more mindful with coming up to people that she doesn't know in this manner. And that it can be dangerous.

She got incredibly angry, and started cussing me out. She called me a fat cow and a "dried up old bitch". I am 24. So whatever. But I went to walk away, and as I turned around I heard her say "she's probably a dyke too." I about lost it. I turned back around, stood right in front of her, leaned down so I was on her level, and said "Little girl you need to go home to your parents right now and tell them that they should be disappointed in your behavior. That is NOT how you speak to people." She started laughing and her and her friend walked away.

I feel like I'm TA in my response to her. I feel like I should have just ignored her and walked away. But in my mind, if I don't at least attempt to shut that behavior when I see it, I am not doing my due diligence to society. Some people's children are never told no. And they feel comfortable saying anything they want.

I don't know why a 12 year old has me shaken up, but is this really what kids are like right now? I don't have any yet. But that scares me. What is making them like this?

I'm just confused at this point. Is it because they don't believe everything he's done? Is it because they believe it's okay when he does it? Is it that they don't care that he's done it? Or even worse that they support it?

Are they just too afraid to admit they messed up in supporting him? And it's like a sunken cost fallacy where they feel like they've just put too much time, energy, and money into their support for him?

Why are people still supporting him, and what does that say about them for doing so?

I have a feeling this is going to be a fun one and i want all of the marine biologists, palentologists, and/or conspiracy theorists to info dump.

From what I understand and believe, it's not possible that megolodons are still out there. Megolodons didn't spend their time as deep in the ocean as people are suggesting, they also hang out in more costal regions rather than deep in the sea.

They also need much warmer waters, and since their time our oceans have cooled dramatically. We have never had a credible signing of a megolodon. We don't have evidence of their diet.

A predator of that size would absolutely leave something in its path. Bite marks that mirror that of what a megolodons would look like and large teeth in fossil records.

I want to believe otherwise so bad.

I am disabled, and don't qualify for disability because I don't meet specific criteria. I have struggled a lot holding down a job due to attendence, and recently had to leave my job due to constructive dismissal.

I'm looking for entry level remote jobs so that I can accommodate my disability at home, but I don't have a ton of experience due to my job instability.

TW: CHILD SA, RAPE, VIOLENCE, PTSD

I've never been able to tell my story in full. Mainly because for the past 12 years, I haven't found myself to be ready to do so. But it still haunts me. And I worry I won't ever truly heal until I can talk about it.

When I was 12, i was violently raped by a close friend of mine in the dugout behind my middle school. I was a little younger, and he had offered to let me smoke with him. I hadn't don't it much at all and I was in a little rebellious phase. So after a school sponsored event, we snuck out back and hid in one of the dugouts of the baseball field.

All that I remember is getting one joint split between us in, and he started trying to touch me. He got pretty aggressive, forcing kisses on me and trying to make me straddle him. I didn't want to, I was trying to push him away but he was my friend and I didn't want to hurt him. The rest of the details get a bit graphic so I'll leave most of them out. But he ended up slamming the back of my head against one of the vertical wooden beams on the inside of the dugout. He got me onto the ground and. Did stuff.

I didn't realize what it was at the time, but I completely dissociated. I was not in my body. I had no idea what was happening. I went limp, nothing in my head. I just. Felt. Pain. That's it. I didn't know what he was doing or why. Eventually, I was alone. It was cold, raining, and I was on my back in the mud on the floor of the dugout.

My dad had tried to text me several times, he had came to pick me up. At a certain point he kinda just gave up, thought I was still at the event, and went back home. He told my mom that she could come get me. By the time she got to the school, it was over. I was just laying there. She called me to let me know she was there and I got up, brushed myself off as best as I could and went to her car.

She immediately knew something was wrong, and she tried to convince me to get a rape kit done but the idea made me violently nauseous. I was sobbing and begging her to just take me home. She asked if I was hurt, and I lied and said no. Because I was scared. She was a mandatory reporter, so she reported it to the police and took me in to get std tested a few weeks later. She got me into intensive therapy within a week following the rape.

My memory is really blurry during that time of my life, but I remember the police contacted us shortly after she reported it, and then it didn't go anywhere. My mom pulled me out of school for several months. After she talked to the police, all I knew is that he went to an alternative school and I didn't see him the rest of the year. A year later, once I was in highschool, they brought him back. My mom spoke to the people at the school because she was furious that they would bring him back without giving her a heads up, and that they wouldn't create some kind of 504 plan to accommodate me so that we wouldn't be in the same classes.

We ended up in 3 classes together. And had the same lunch period. I tried to hide in the music room during my lunch period because that was the only place in the school that I felt safe. But then he started dating a girl who was in choir so he was also in the band room during lunch. I had nowhere to go.

One day I was called up to the office by the principal, and he sat me down in front of two male detectives and a female detective, without my parents knowledge. They wanted a statement of what happened that night. A year later. I told them I didn't remember much, but that I was injured and I didn't want to get a rape kit done because I was scared. The female detective didn't say a word to me. She was just there. One of the male detectives, idk if he was a boss but he was very aggressive. Trying to imply that I wanted it or that I was my rapist "signs" that I wanted it. I broke down in front of him because I began panicking thinking about it that much. He ended the interview by telling me that it would be in my best interest not to take it to court because it was a "he-said she-said" situation and that I would be ruining his reputation, and that he was too young to have that kind of label placed on him. He was two years older than me.

Apparently he was too young to be called a rapist but I was old enough to be raped and not receive justice. To this day I still have nightmares. Every relationship I've ever been in I've had nightmares of them doing that to me. Sometimes I'll see somebody who resembles him and it will trigger my PTSD. One day when I was at work he came through the drive through and I had to go home. I cold-quit my job the next day.

I don't really know how to get over it? How to let it go? I'm 24, and it still severely impacts my relationships. Thankfully my husband has been the kindest most amazing man I have ever met. But. It still just sticks with me. I don't know why. It's been so long that I should just be over it by now.

Sorry for the dump, it's been a long time coming.

TW: CHILD SA, RAPE, VIOLENCE, PTSD

I've never been able to tell my story in full. Mainly because for the past 12 years, I haven't found myself to be ready to do so. But it still haunts me. And I worry I won't ever truly heal until I can talk about it.

When I was 12, i was violently raped by a close friend of mine in the dugout behind my middle school. I was a little younger, and he had offered to let me smoke with him. I hadn't don't it much at all and I was in a little rebellious phase. So after a school sponsored event, we snuck out back and hid in one of the dugouts of the baseball field.

All that I remember is getting one joint split between us in, and he started trying to touch me. He got pretty aggressive, forcing kisses on me and trying to make me straddle him. I didn't want to, I was trying to push him away but he was my friend and I didn't want to hurt him. The rest of the details get a bit graphic so I'll leave most of them out. But he ended up slamming the back of my head against one of the vertical wooden beams on the inside of the dugout. He got me onto the ground and. Did stuff.

I didn't realize what it was at the time, but I completely dissociated. I was not in my body. I had no idea what was happening. I went limp, nothing in my head. I just. Felt. Pain. That's it. I didn't know what he was doing or why. Eventually, I was alone. It was cold, raining, and I was on my back in the mud on the floor of the dugout.

My dad had tried to text me several times, he had came to pick me up. At a certain point he kinda just gave up, thought I was still at the event, and went back home. He told my mom that she could come get me. By the time she got to the school, it was over. I was just laying there. She called me to let me know she was there and I got up, brushed myself off as best as I could and went to her car.

She immediately knew something was wrong, and she tried to convince me to get a rape kit done but the idea made me violently nauseous. I was sobbing and begging her to just take me home. She asked if I was hurt, and I lied and said no. Because I was scared. She was a mandatory reporter, so she reported it to the police and took me in to get std tested a few weeks later. She got me into intensive therapy within a week following the rape.

My memory is really blurry during that time of my life, but I remember the police contacted us shortly after she reported it, and then it didn't go anywhere. My mom pulled me out of school for several months. After she talked to the police, all I knew is that he went to an alternative school and I didn't see him the rest of the year. A year later, once I was in highschool, they brought him back. My mom spoke to the people at the school because she was furious that they would bring him back without giving her a heads up, and that they wouldn't create some kind of 504 plan to accommodate me so that we wouldn't be in the same classes.

We ended up in 3 classes together. And had the same lunch period. I tried to hide in the music room during my lunch period because that was the only place in the school that I felt safe. But then he started dating a girl who was in choir so he was also in the band room during lunch. I had nowhere to go.

One day I was called up to the office by the principal, and he sat me down in front of two male detectives and a female detective, without my parents knowledge. They wanted a statement of what happened that night. A year later. I told them I didn't remember much, but that I was injured and I didn't want to get a rape kit done because I was scared. The female detective didn't say a word to me. She was just there. One of the male detectives, idk if he was a boss but he was very aggressive. Trying to imply that I wanted it or that I was my rapist "signs" that I wanted it. I broke down in front of him because I began panicking thinking about it that much. He ended the interview by telling me that it would be in my best interest not to take it to court because it was a "he-said she-said" situation and that I would be ruining his reputation, and that he was too young to have that kind of label placed on him. He was two years older than me.

Apparently he was too young to be called a rapist but I was old enough to be raped and not receive justice. To this day I still have nightmares. Every relationship I've ever been in I've had nightmares of them doing that to me. Sometimes I'll see somebody who resembles him and it will trigger my PTSD. One day when I was at work he came through the drive through and I had to go home. I cold-quit my job the next day.

I don't really know how to get over it? How to let it go? I'm 24, and it still severely impacts my relationships. Thankfully my husband has been the kindest most amazing man I have ever met. But. It still just sticks with me. I don't know why. It's been so long that I should just be over it by now.

Sorry for the dump, it's been a long time coming.

Hubs asked me to make a post on reddit because he doesn't have an account. He says that the biggest thing that he struggles with getting up in the morning is me laying naked beside him.

For all intents and purposes, we have been out of the "honeymoon" phase for a while. But we are still just. Obsessed and addicted to each other. Eachothers smell, their comfort, etc. We are attached at the hip and love it that way. We have lived together for our whole relationship.

He says that it's so hard for him to leave me in the morning and he wish he never had to. But he is going to start working overtime at his job because we just bought a house. So he needs to get focused and determined.

Does anyone have any advice that I can show him? Things that make getting up in the morning easier for him? I hate that he's having such a hard time with it.

Sure, everything has the potential to be dangerous if it's incorrectly done or done to an excessive degree. But GMOs are largely responsible for keeping humanity alive. Without GMOs, we likely would not be able to sustain the population of the earth.

They make crops disease and drought resistant, they make crops more prolific, they feed us and our animals. They make food more pleasant to taste and look at, and they reduce the cost and space needed to grow the amount of crops we consume in one way or another.

I'm sure that they have the ability to be dangerous or unhealthy. But when used in the way that we have used them? They are innovative.

Reason being, as of 2026, there are around 30 states in the US that allow pelvic examinations to be performed on anesthetized patients during unrelated surgeries. The forms that you sign before you go under to have a surgery performed are vague, and do not explicitly state that a pelvic or rectal examination may be performed. They use misleading, unspecific terminology so that it isn't questioned. This is also not something that providers actually speak to you about before the surgery. This is not informed consent. It is sexual assault.

There have been a plethora of anecdotes by women who went down for a surgery completely unrelated to reproductive health and woke up with discomfort, bleeding, lubrication on them, etc. Pain that is unrelated to catheter placement. This type of invasion can be incredibly traumatizing and jarring for patients. Especially patients that have been raped or experienced sexual assault.

It betrays the relationship and trust that providers have with their patients. And the providers doing this are breaking their oath in doing so. Do no harm also applies to protecting and safeguarding the mental state of your patient, and it applies to providing and respecting informed consent.

It doesn't matter if it's a teaching hospital, or whatever excuse they want to use. If your doctor plans on inserting their fingers or medical equipment into your vagina or rectum during a completely unrelated surgery, that conversation needs to be crystal clear. Or it is sexual assault.

I am currently looking for remote work and I keep seeing these remote job openings for state farm. The different branches have a rating of between 3-4 stars and they list very minimal qualifications. They appear to be salaried positions but there are so many listings that I was wondering if they are even legit? And what that work is like if anybody has experience with it.