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I had an extensive injury when I was 14 and was further injured by the hospital. My mom sued the hospital and we were awarded 1 million dollars minus the medical fees and such. When I turned 18, I got the final amount wired to my bank that very morning. It ended being 750k after all the costs.

Edit: some of the details about property taxes and shit are going to be incorrect. It was 17 years ago. The short version is I left Florida and left my camper, land and boat there. A short time later, I got bombarded with letters and phone calls and eventually, had to forfeit all of my things. Sorry I didn’t explain it better. But I really thought people would want to know about my regrets and shit. Not spend the entire post trying to prove me wrong about what happened. It happened. I got a ton of money, spent it. And lost all my shit. Idk what else to tell you.

About four weeks ago now my boyfriend and I were in a bad car accident. He passed away from his injuries. I survived. While I was in the hospital they did blood tests because of everything and told me I was pregnant. I’m currently around 7 weeks.

I had my first (real) ultrasound today and the baby looked okay, which was both comforting and surreal at the same time. I’ve grappled a lot about if I wanted to keep the baby or get an abortion.

I’m trying to cope with the grief while also figuring out what my future looks like now. Before I get asked “why would you post this?” “this wouldn’t be my priority to post this”, I think talking about situations like this is important because it could happen to somebody else.

I am 30 Male. My father was in the Oil Industry and made a lot of money in it. Somewhere around 2 billion in his life time. I am the youngest out of my 2 siblings by a land slide. My middle sibling is 60 and my oldest is 70. So one can assume that I was a mistake. Through out my whole life I was told that I did not belong there and that I was mistake. I was sent to a public school, was given used clothes, was given different meals. Nothing wrong with that but my family lived a much more different life than me. I was kicked out at 18 on my own. Never talked with my family and when I tried I was ignored. My father passed last month and I was told I was not in the will. Even though my siblings each inherited 600 million dollars after tax on top of all the other things my father gave them when he was alive.

As the title says, im a 16 yr old girl that grew up as a jehovahs witness. I just told my mom yesterday that i dont want to contonue being a JW. I was always extremely devoted to the religion, and even when i realized i was not straight i decided to just ignore it, up until a few months ago.

At some point around September last year I (15M, 16 soon) began to have thoughts and urges to lose my eye. My left eye in particular, which is perfectly healthy, just like my right eye. I don't know why I have these thoughts, and I have them all the time - every second of every day, but I can't bring myself to harm myself with anything. These thoughts stopped for a little while after I got glasses, but the urges came back. I am fully aware of the impacts of having/losing one eye, and I know that it will severely affect my life, my relations with others, and my future prospects.

Edit: I forgot to mention this. I (reluctantly) told my parents about this a few months ago, and we haven't mentioned it since (fortunately). I hope that they have forgotten. Also, I am aware of Body Integrity Dysphoria and notable cases of this disorder, but it is not officially recognised here in the UK (or anywhere else, I think).

I’m now 31 and learned that I had a trust fund when my dad passed away three years ago. I grew up pretty middle class and was completely unaware the trust existed (although in hindsight there were signs). I haven’t worked or done much with my life since.

Today I received a file of documents from the beginning of my foster care history. The files state the acute stay amounts I was in during my early life. Directly after it states I had been admitted 9 times it goes on to describe my mother's drug history. After this part of my life I had another stay in the psychiatric hospital around 2001 that lasted 10 months. While in there my mother was arrested for drug charges and I had nowhere to live. The hospital kept me until Social Services worked out a foster home for me and then the foster home journey began until I was 13-14. I was adopted at 14 and I feel very lucky to have been.

Hello all! I'll try to avoid being too wordy here, but I am pretty long-winded. Here's my best synopsis:

I (23M) was raised in the Churches of Christ, a very conservative Christian tradition mostly in the Southern US. Among a range of other things, we were taught that the Earth was about 6,000 years old, that God made the universe and all its creatures in seven literal, 24-hour days, that evolution was a lie spawning from Satan, and that the vast majority of the Bible is literal and perfect both scripturally and historically.

Lots of kids who grow up in these environments never really latch on, but I absolutely did. I was constantly involved in Church activities, occasionally even preaching and leading in worship services of hundreds of people while still a teenager. For many years, I planned to go into mission work after graduating from college so that I could continue to spread what I believed to be the Gospel.

Unsurprisingly, this led to me attending the private Christian university-of-choice for CoC kids in my area growing up, which mirrored my home congregation in many ways and was extremely restrictive. There are a lot of things that happened that I won't detail now, but I left Christianity about halfway through my four years at the school after having the worst year of my life, where I spent hours on end learning about religion, creation, evolution, other theologies, and more. After leaving, I personally found myself emotionally in a much better place, but also a much more precarious one, where I had very few meaningful support systems on which I could depend as I tried to navigate my way out.

Eventually, I did manage to make it through that school with my undergraduate degree. Now I'm a graduate student at a public research university studying biological anthropology, which is largely founded on evolutionary theory that my religious tradition fundamentally rejects. I've made progress in separating myself from that tradition, but I have had to continue to work through lots of my own trauma and renegotiate the codependencies I've created with the people and environment I grew up in.

Ask me anything!

I (23M) am Chinese born in Zhengzhou, Henan, China to a middle class family of academics. My parents were extremely poor but established themselves by beating the exam system.

My province (Henan) is considered the “quintessential China” among Chinese because it’s where the Chinese civilization started and how representative Henanese culture is to the Chinese culture. We like to say “The world views china the same way China views Henan.”Henan, however, is pretty much invisible to foreign tourists and visitors for a multitude of reasons.

I finished my elementary, junior high and high school in China and moved to Canada for undergraduate studies. I finished Zhongkao but did not participate in Gaokao. I have settled in Canada and worked in Canada for two years. I have ADHD and is extremely well-read and I consider myself well-educated. Politically, I align with democratic socialism but I do not believe in it.

Please note that this AMA is not meant to be political but to provide a lens into what China is for people who do not live in that few cities. With that said, I’ll endeavour to answer all questions honestly and apolitically without bias.

I’ll stay active for 4 hours and will answer questions later if there are any left unanswered.

I have an ostomy and I poop out of my abdomen. Unlike traditional ostomies (most commonly ileostomies, colostomies, and urostomies), I have what is called a continent ileostomy so I don’t have to wear a bag. Instead, I drain it with a catheter. It has a name that makes people giggle — a Kock pouch.

I have had nine surgeries total. A loop ileostomy, four end ileostomies, an ileorectal anastomosis where your ileum (small bowel) is attached to your rectum (no colon), two continent ileostomies, and one major surgery where my bowel twisted on itself several times and started to die.

During all this I had my colon, rectum, anus, and half of my ileum removed (that’s the end of your small bowel). My appendix was gone with it. My bum hole is stitched up and colloquially called a Barbie butt.

Anyway, I have fun anatomy, ask me anything!

Actually, my full name is “Soldier Tuna”. Can not give the proper version of the word “Soldier” since it is so unique that you could find everything about me in one search. But i can say, that “Soldier” is not something like you use to say as an alternative. I am directly called “Soldier Tuna”.

I took some aptitude test in school in 1st grade and I did good enough that they moved me up to second grade mid-year. I switched schools after that year, and now I'm in high school. I'm doing pretty well GPA-wise, and I don't think most people know that I skipped a grade, aside from my closest friends. Other facts about me: I have a bunch of allergies, including dill, watermelon, and pollen. I've got no siblings or pets. I'm an orthodox Jew, so I'm in the middle of Passover. I like playing board games and doing crossword puzzles. I have nothing to do for a few hours, so ask away.

Hi, i’m currently 18F. My father died when i was 3 due to a drive by shooting. The case has since went cold. I was fortunate enough to grow up with two loving father figures (my grandpas on both sides.) It’s been around 15 years since he was gone. If anyone has a child going through parent loss or just curious how my life was, I’d be happy to answer any questions.

18F, 6’2”. Nothing crazy, just thought it could be interesting since people always comment on my height. People make it a bigger deal than it feels like to me, so I’m curious what others would ask. Ask me anything if you’re curious.

Just a regular dude who saw a real UFO here to answer any questions about it. No I’m not a crazy Redditor, no this isn’t an abduction story, it’s pretty simple actually— I’ll tell the story to anyone who is curious! I have no idea where this craft came from

Btw.

Sure I had been through ups and downs in life, but who hasn't? Everyone have their challenges in life, and I can't say mine is worse than the next person.

I grew up homeless, but I have a fantastic and loving family and I have an older brother who I love dearly. So my childhood was pretty wonderful and happy.

I'm lucky that I managed to get into some jobs that I find interesting.

I had been a Police Officer, Flight Attendant and currently working as a Software Engineer/Machine Learning tech lead, for most parts concurrently for all three.

I had seen more dead bodies than I would like to, some life and death situations as a cop and a cabin crew, and thankfully none as an engineer.

I was also a drummer for a ska/reggae band which was kinda popular in my country back around 20 years ago.

I'm 53, and will turn 54 at the end of the year.

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I (27F) am significantly disabled by a genetic disease and a handful of associated comorbidities, which cause significant daily pain, nausea, fatigue, etc; my disability prevented me from completing the degree I was pursuing (I was so close to finishing, it just didn't work out), and makes it extremely difficult to hold down a job - even part-time and/or remote work.

I met/fell in love with my now-husband (27M) in 2022, at which time he was unemployed; we were living together and engaged by late 2023, he found gainful employment at the beginning of 2024, we got married in April 2025 (happy first anniversary to us!), and we bought a beautiful home together in July 2025!

I feel unbelievably lucky to not *need* to work a job in order to have my needs met, I know it's a MASSIVE advantage to be able to live this way, especially in this economic landscape. I consider myself extremely privileged to be a housewife before age 30, especially since my husband puts ZERO pressure on me to work or to bear children and be a SAHM.

AMA if you're curious! I'm an open book!

I’ve survived on feeding tubes since I was 14yrs old and I’m 20 now. I currently am fully reliant on an NJ tube which goes down your nose and into your jejunum. Without this I would die of malnutrition. I’ve had somewhere between 155–195 tubes placed since I was 14. Everybody asks me why I have a noodle in my face so why not

edit: mistyped age please stop harassing me i was talking about exam dates while typing this.

Hi all,

In the late 80's /90's a park in Zurich turned into a huge open drug scene. Both of my parents were a part of it, they suffered from common diseases you can get via shared syringes and/or drug use. Both were HIV and Hepatitis C positive before I was born. They met in rehab but relapsed in their own ways after I was born. My mum developed paranoid Schizophrenia too.

This topic is more relevant than ever due to known open drug scenes in various countries so I thought I could share some insights on how this life as a kid can look.

I'm doing okay, it could be better, it could be worse. AMA :)

The title explains it, I hope this AMA can be an Inspo to others who have been struggling such as I was in the past. You can do it, and I want to share how I did it. I have Bipolar 1, for context, and have been properly medicated and sober for 1.5 years. Ask me anything!