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I didn’t feel safe at 2am last night. And the only person I could think of calling was a girl I had met just 10 minutes ago.

I don’t even know how to start this properly

Lil backstory: My flight got delayed, then cancelled, and after waiting around for 8-9 hours I finally got another one to Delhi. By the time I landed, it was around 2AM. I had already been stuck at the airport for like 8–9 hours and all I wanted was to get home.

My dad told me to just stay at the airport till morning and then leave, but I couldn’t do it anymore. I just wanted to go home and feel safe.

While deboarding, I sat next to a girl in that airport shuttle bus. I randomly asked her if she knew any safe cab options, maybe something with female drivers, because my phone battery was also dying. She immediately offered me her power bank.

So while collecting luggage and I found out we live in completely opposite parts of Delhi, one of us in North Delhi and the other in South. She had someone coming to pick her up from Noida, which is again a different direction.

Basically, all of us were going in totally opposite directions.

Still, she gave me her number and told me to share my location and text her once I reach home. She said she’d feel responsible otherwise. That really stayed with me because we had literally just met.

Then I went to book a cab, and things just felt… off.

Instead of the usual booking where you get driver details, this was one of those OTP systems where you go to the pickup point and take whatever cab is there. When I reached there, I just froze. I can’t fully explain it, but I felt extremely unsafe. The way some of the drivers were looking at me, something in my gut just said no.

I genuinely felt helpless, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go back, I couldn’t take the cab, I just felt stuck.

So I called that girl.

I didn’t even think twice. I just called her and told her I don’t know what to do. And she came back. With her friend. And they said they would drop me home.

I don’t think I can put into words what I felt in that moment. Relief, mostly. And just… gratitude. They were strangers too, but I felt so much safer with them than I did standing there alone.

They dropped me home safely, and I don’t think I’m ever going to forget that.

I don’t really know what the point of this post is. Maybe just that kindness exists. And sometimes it comes from people you’ve known for barely 10 minutes.

Also, this isn’t the first time. Even here on Reddit, I’ve had strangers reach out and say things that genuinely changed how I see things. I won’t share that because it’s personal, but it meant a lot.

People say girls are jealous of each other or that women don’t support women, but honestly, in my lowest moments, it’s always been a girl who helped me.

So yeah. If you ever get a chance to help someone, even in a small way, just do it. You never know what it might mean to them.

And to that girl, if you ever somehow read this, thank you. I’ll remember this for a long time.

And the guy friend was also a gentleman, he is a keeper gurlll.

And mods pls lmk if the flair is not right

Had a potluck in office this Thursday and honestly, it was frustrating to watch.

Some of my female colleagues insisted that women should serve the food. When I asked why, the answer was basically “they are boys” — as if that alone justifies it. No logic, just conditioning.

Also, just to be clear — everyone here has the same roles and workload. It’s not like the men are doing more physical work or anything that would justify this kind of division.

What made it worse? During serving, only two men helped — and one of them was a junior. The rest just stood around waiting to be served like it’s expected.

I tried to question it, but it went nowhere. It’s like these ideas are so deeply ingrained that people don’t even register it as a problem.

This isn’t about serving food — it’s about how casually these gender roles still get enforced, even by women themselves, in professional spaces.

Do others see this happening in workplaces here, or is this just my office?

I was raised by feminist parents, but my in-laws were deeply rooted in patriarchy:

1. For the little time I stayed at my in-laws place right after my wedding, I was expected (and told) to cook, clean, serve, and basically do all household chores, whilst working a full-time job. However, no such thing was expected from my Husband, in his own home. (My Husband and I used to make the same amount of money back then, if it matters?)

At my parent’s place, I wasn’t subjected to such blatant discrimination, just because I was born a girl. If my brother was studying, so was I. If he was busy, so was I. My parents are staunch feminists and have been the winds beneath my wings, all my life. I never had to compromise academically or otherwise. They raised me and my brother as equals. Something that was amiss at my in-laws home.

2. When I asked my Husband to contribute and help me out in the household chores, my mother-in-law shooed him away, stating very clearly and sternly to me: “In our house, men don’t enter the kitchen.”

3. I had zero personal freedom and space. Any parcel that I ordered online, could be opened by them (or if I was opening it, it had to be in front of them). I found it extremely bizarre: 60 year old’s keeping tabs on me, like I was a pre-teen. This lack of personal space choked me everyday.

4. The day I got married — I was menstruating (Day 1). Because of the pandemic, we couldn’t go on a honeymoon — but we managed a customary one-night stay at a local resort. When we came back home from the resort, I was on Day 2 of my periods — which are quite heavy. I was sleeping/resting to beat the cramps. I also was working remotely that day.

After wrapping up my tiring work, I dozed off for an hour or so. Husband woke me up in the evening, saying “Mummy is calling you downstairs”. I rushed down — happy that they would want to talk to me and know me — a new member of the family! But when my MIL uttered her first sentence, I was completely flabbergasted and crushed: “Why are you sleeping so much? Do the dishes. The sink is full.”

Husband and I didn’t even eat at home that day — because we were at the resort till late afternoon. I was actually doing the dishes that the in-laws had used/eaten into all day. And that’s not even the point!

The core issue I have is: I was expected to clean and do the dishes of my in-laws while I was bleeding and writhing internally in pain. No affection or care towards me, not even asking me once how I’m doing on my periods. No concern for how I am managing my work and health, or how I am feeling one day into a new city, new family, etc. I didn’t feel seen or heard or wanted (except for domestic chores).

It seemed like they either wanted an additional maid and therefore got their son married! Or maybe they viewed a daughter-in-law solely through the lens of a maid, who was only good for cooking and cleaning.

5. I developed an eating disorder of sorts. My in-laws had a habit of not cooking breakfast at home. They used to munch on oily dry snacks and sip tea in the mornings. However, I am a non-tea/coffee person. Also, my body can’t stomach oily food first thing in the morning — having PCOD doesn’t help either. So, I ended up starving myself.

My in-laws didn’t bother that a new member of the family wasn’t eating anything till 2–3pm.

After 10 days or so of being fatigued and famished all throughout the mornings, I thought of eating one fruit, probably a banana for breakfast. I needed to eat something before commencing my work-day.

On quite some days, no fruit was even available at home. Nor did I have the freedom to go for grocery/veggie shopping.

Entering the kitchen and cooking for myself was something I didn’t even bother to venture, for the fear of offending them. Lest they think that I am trying to hog the kitchen and threatening their authority (in Indian culture, mother-in-law has the total supremacy of the kitchen, and the daughter-in-law wanting to cook a meal separately for herself might be viewed as a direct attack).

I had known that one of their daughters was not liked in the family and was infamous because she used to cook a separate supper for herself everyday, before getting married herself.

And here was I — newly wedded! I didn’t want to ruffle their feathers and get tagged as “difficult”. Or get clubbed mentally alongside the sister who they viewed as a little cuckoo.

6. They had dinner at 10 pm everyday in the night. I was habitual of eating at 6.30–7 pm in my maternal home. I politely requested my in-laws that let’s eat and prepare dinner early, but they didn’t want to move an inch from their schedule. Obviously, they weren’t famished like me, because they used to have their evening tea and oily snacks around 5.30 pm everyday! It was just me in the house who was hungry and fatigued. And again, no one bothered.

Maybe I should have been more vocal in retrospect, but when you are newly married, you do all you can to “keep the peace”. And I have been a people-pleaser for decades!

Also, now that I think of it, the first thing a woman loses after getting married is her voice. I guess I lost mine too.

7. My mother-in-law used to narrate tales of her own mother-in-law, lamenting that she wasn’t allowed to sit on the same level as her own MIL, back in the day. She told me that if her MIL was sitting on the sofa, she had to sit lower than that. Some form of warped power dynamics, I guess?

My mother-in-law told me this story repeatedly over my short stay at their place and kept reinforcing the message that she doesn’t subject me to such treatment, like she received from her own MIL.

I kept quiet whenever she brought this story up. What else was I supposed to do/say? Should I be grateful that you let me sit on the same sofa as you sit on? Isn’t that basic human decency? Am I supposed to fall at your feet for something as rudimentary as this? Or do you also subliminally expect me to sit on the floor, while you’re sitting on the sofa?

It felt like she told this story repeatedly, because she wanted me to feel obliged, for what she considered her “magnanimous” act.

8. They used to speak in Gujarati at home, while my native language was Hindi. I was a complete noob at Gujarati — it was a language that I didn’t know/speak/write at all. They knew Hindi as well, yet they chose to speak in Gujarati all the time, even after I was living there. (I understand that it was their default/mother tongue, but still. There was hardly any effort put from their side to include me as a new member of the family, except for swamping me with household chores).

This language divergence made me feel very lonely and alienated, especially on the dinner table, as I didn’t feel included or a part of any conversation. Yet, we were supposed to eat together as a “family”. With me not understanding a single word/sentence.

I remember locking myself in the bathroom and sobbing on most days — I felt extremely isolated. Almost estranged. An outcast.

9. We had almost no privacy — there was this one time my mother-in-law entered our bedroom whilst I was in the middle of a work call, opened the closet and took out my clothes. Then she proceeded to rearrange my wardrobe without my consent — maybe she was used to doing this for her own grown-up adult children, I guess — but I perceived this as an infringement of my personal space.

Imagine your MIL going through your intimate wear! Did she think that I can’t arrange my wardrobe my way? Why would I — a grown adult woman want anyone to go through my clothes?

I found it very weird that us — a newly married couple, doesn’t have the basic right to privacy. I strongly believe that a couple’s right to privacy isn’t just limited to their privacy to procreate — but it unequivocally extends to their privacy to fight (without the in-laws overhearing or interfering in their decisions/arguments), the privacy to wear whatever they want, the privacy to have some personal space (not just limited to the bedroom), the privacy to do things as per their time-clock (choosing when/whether to have kids etc.)

My MIL went on to the extent of telling me the very next day after our wedding, to not use a condom. Gasp. WHAT DID I JUST HEAR! I was flabbergasted when I heard these words coming out of her mouth. Is she for real? Is she serious? Isn’t this supposed to be a choice solely made by my Husband and me? Why on earth does she think she gets to make a decision so intimate like this? But like I said, the concept of privacy didn’t exist at their patriarchal place.

10. When Husband and I finally moved out after 45 days of this atmosphere (which tormented me day and night) — we’d actually moved out for work to another city, where my Husband’s office was located — the in-laws questioned and indirectly taunted us that what’s the pressing need to go!

Not just that, but even after moving 2000 kilometers away, they continued to dictate the choices inside our house — what mixer grinder to buy/what refrigerator to purchase/what washing machine we should get etc. They even told us which apartment we should move into — something I found extremely absurd and interfering.

My in-laws simply couldn’t treat us as adults who were capable of making their own decisions and living their own life. They kept texting/calling us multiple times every day, with not just casual suggestions but heavy opinions (read: decisions they made on our behalf).

They kept coaxing us into doing a ton of things, solely as per their preferences, even while living away in another part of the country. I remember wanting to scratch my hair out with every single interference of theirs. I felt like a puppet in someone else’s hands, with them pulling all the strings.

Husband and I often argued about this — he couldn’t see the “problem” in their vastly unhealthy intrusion in our lives. I guess he was so used to this culture, that he had become blind to it.

But this was such a vast departure from how my parents treated me — with absolute freedom and independence — they have ALWAYS let me make my own choices and let me bear my own consequences!

I have never had my parents interfere in any of my life decisions (big/small) — but here I was, stuck in this hamster wheel of patriarchy, bawling my eyes out, every other day.

Booked Dhurandhar 4:45 show today. Told my parents beforehand and they were completely okay with it.

Cut to this morning, suddenly I’m not allowed to go because “it’ll be very late by the time the movie finishes.”

I was like… I literally told you before booking and you had no problem then??

Reason? They watched some stupid movie called Lockdown last night which apparently showed how dangerous the world is, and now everything is unsafe.

The theatre is literally 5 minutes away from my house. Walking takes 10 minutes.

And the best part is they’re now sending my cousin brother who was visiting us and who will be studying 12th grade this year to the movie I booked.

Meanwhile, I have a 6 PM curfew. If I want to stay out even a little longer for work, I have to call and explain in full detail about my urgency.

I can understand the fact that they care for me but sometimes, it is suffocating. I don't know. Just wanna rant and for context, I’m in my early twenties 🤡

I’m 27, God. I’ve always been the girl who said I want a career before a man. I’ve always been so sure of what I wanted. I wanted to be the smartest, most successful woman I know, to leave an example for others, most importantly for my younger self.

Then life fucking happened. I got diagnosed with a chronic disease and had no choice but to take some life-altering decisions. I still remember what my doctor told me a day after my major surgery. I was crying to him, saying, “Why is my life so difficult?” He yelled at me, told me, “Beta, you are very young, and if you think this is what a hard life is, you will be surprised how hard it’s about to get. Don’t give up, and go slowly.” He told me I was a gifted clinician and made me promise that I never come back, to always stay healthy.

It’s been three years since. Yes, I became stronger, a very different version of who I was. People often compliment me, and it does make me happy.

Now I am seeing all my batchmates getting married, opening up their own clinics, enjoying life. It stings like a bitch.

Today, in the afternoon, I went to see a movie. I had the strange experience of seeing my ex’s wife. The breakup was hard, and seeing him get married broke something inside me. I haven’t looked back since, but I saw her today. I have obviously decided to stay single until I heal myself properly. Hurting others is the worst thing you could do, but that doesn’t mean I’m completely over it.

I don’t mean to put anyone down, but seeing her made me stop, you know. I just stopped. I don’t know if she saw me, but people with her kept turning and looking at me. Ever since then, I cannot help but think. She is everything he said he didn’t like. She has longer hair, seemed bubbly, doesn’t talk much, seemed shy. I know her because they worked together. He would tell me how passive she is and people walk all over her at the office.

I had stalked her earlier, when he broke the news to me. She could dance. Most importantly, she is fully healthy, has a loving family. I could sit here and convince myself, oh, I have a great career, I might be a gifted clinician, my parents are financially comfortable, I went to Stanford. Everyone around me tells me, “Oh, his loss. You are prettier, you are richer, and you are hotter.” But then I see her, and all of that goes away. It’s like those things don’t matter. How is it that I have everything but the things I want?

I on the other hand have a shorter hair, I’m an extrovert but I don’t dance. I’m not fully disease free if I can say and my family is pretty dysfunctional. She is everything I’m not

Every time I see her, I feel bad about myself. Yes, I’m talking to a therapist, it’s a work in progress. I thought I had left it all behind. Then I just saw her. They don’t even live near the mall area. She looked happy. Yes, I’m keeping myself busy, I’m doing everything.

And of course, PMSing doesn’t help. Please don’t come at me for saying something if it felt bad. I’m just typing randomly.

She is 8 years older than me. I’m 27, she is 35. It’s Friday night, I’m sitting in my room. I cancelled all my plans with my friends just to sit and cry. Just keep crying. I can’t stop crying. I tried explaining it to my friends they said oh well you are just pmsing.

Well yes I’m. But you didn’t live my experience. Your life isn’t eaten up by a disease or a stupid man. Don’t generalise it like that. But then obviously I didn’t. It looks pathetic to cry because of someone who is married.

Earlier I couldn’t clear a single gvt exam and now at 26, even after enrolling in a short online marketing program, I’ve failed my internal interview in one of the modules here as well. It’s incredibly embarrassing.

What’s making it worse is that students I genuinely thought were less prepared, with weaker communication skills and subject understanding have also passed. I’ve always been known as a hardworking and reliable student in my batch, so this feels even more humiliating. It’s making me question myself.

Until now I had convinced myself that maybe government exams just weren’t my path, and that I simply needed one opportunity in a different field to prove my capabilities. I truly believed I was capable. And when I finally got that chance, I feel like I let myself down.

I don’t even know how to face my batchmates. I have a re-interview in two days but realistically, I won’t be able to score beyond 68. That’s the maximum for re-interview candidates. I had imagined scoring at least 75+ in my first attempt, and now I’m stuck here. This is soo soo embarassing. I've been crying all morning.

I feel so embarrassed that I can’t even bring myself to talk about this with my boyfriend or my parents. Parents would be disappointed in me yet again, they already consider me a failure anyway since I couldn't clear gvt exams. Where do I hide in shame aaaghhh

My maasi (mother’s sister) had an injury sister and she has 2 very young kids. Her husband was at work when she & my lil cousin got injured so as soon as my mom got to know she started getting ready to leave to go and take care of them.

And my maasi kept saying no don’t come and all.

I thought she didn’t want to trouble my mum to come all the way. But I was pushing my mom to go nevertheless. Her husband was also on the way home btw.

I almost scolded my mum that why are you not going!! And then she told me that apparently my Maasi’s husband doesn’t like when she takes help from her sister or mother🤡

So to satisfy his ego my mother didn’t even go see her own sister just so he doesn’t fight w my maasi later. And ya, he’s done this before. Fights with her if she stays over at her mother’s place more than 2-3 days.

What a clown man, imagine being 40 & getting upset over these things.

Some ppl really don’t have a life. I’m so done w men in my family.

A guy I talk to sent me a reel joking about flat chests. I genuinely don’t know how to take it. Was he flirting badly, being immature, or indirectly insulting me? He said it was ‘just a joke’ after. I got few comment like this before too. I feel more insecure now. How would you read this?

For single/childfree women- I made a divorcee friend who is a lawyer in a tier 1 city but she faced so much parental pressure to re-marry and was still centering men a lot that I had to take space to self-preserve. Most of your school and college friends marry and prioritise their husbands and in laws and family way more (emphasis on way more) and make you feel like a back up. It’s so difficult to find a single childfree female tribe when most Indian women are taught since birth to prioritise marriage, husband, children and families. You usually end up in the last rung of their priority ladder.

Edited to emphasise that I’m looking for friends that don’t make me their last priority; not necessarily their first.

I don’t know what’s happening to me anymore.

I feel burnt out and mentally exhausted all the time. My job is not good: low pay, no growth, no satisfaction. I’m still stuck here. I’ve been applying to other jobs, but nothing is working out. It’s honestly making me feel worse.

I have no motivation to do anything. I don’t want to groom myself, go out, or even do basic things. Even if I take leave, I just lie in bed all day doing nothing.

Physically, I feel bad. I only eat twice a day, yet I feel like I’m gaining weight and becoming a bit overweight. My energy is low, confidence is low, and I don’t feel good in my own body anymore.

Financially, I’m completely out of control. I keep spending unnecessarily, especially on food, and I can’t save anything. I know I shouldn’t do it, but I still do. It feels like I’ve lost control over myself.

On top of all this, my parents are constantly pressuring me to get married because of my age. I’ve told them I’m not ready, but they don’t listen. Every call or visit turns into the same conversation. It’s gotten to the point where even going home doesn’t feel peaceful anymore.

Job stress, money problems, mental health, physical health, and family pressure are all hitting at once. I feel stuck in this loop, and I don’t know how to get out.

I’m really tired of feeling like this.

If anyone has gone through something similar, how did you get out of it? I really need some practical advice or just to know that I’m not alone.

I finally got my own money after a long time. I am a doctor by profession and i got into residency and they were kind enough to give me a good stipend so yeah. I want to buy so many things for myself and i am genuinely confused. Do share what you got with your first stipend it would give me a good insight.

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Hi, so I keep seeing everywhere that girls shouldn't use soap to clean the vaginal area. Many doctors online say that just using lukewarm water is enough as it is a self cleaning organ & that you don't need soap or any product to clean it.

Now the thing is, since childhood, I have been using soap there as well, and I have become quite habitual with it now.

A few days ago I did try to not use soap and just use water but idk man, it felt a bit weird, I was a bit unsure if it was clean since there is no foam yk what I mean?!?

I wanna ask, how do you girls clean that area? any specific product you use??

PS- I only want girls to comment, please.

Thank you💖

It’s my birthday today. I turned 22.

And I don’t know, this one feels weird.

On paper, it’s not even a bad birthday. My family celebrated, my best friend of 11 years went all out. She wrote me the most heartfelt message, made a whole video of our memories, posted it. Real effort, real love. And I felt it. I really did.

But there’s still this quiet, heavy loneliness sitting in my chest.

I think birthdays just expose everything. We expect noise, people remembering, texts pouring in, feeling like we matter in a loud, obvious way. And when it doesn’t happen like that, it hits harder than it should.

And this year has been genuinely exhausting. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Just one thing after another. Health issues, constant stress, feeling stuck in life, trying to keep going when I’m already burnt out. Showing up every day even when I don’t feel okay. Smiling, functioning, studying, dealing with everything and still feeling like I’m falling behind.

So I think today isn’t just about who wished me. It’s everything piling up.

I’m grateful. I really am. For the people who stayed, who showed up, who actually see me.

But I’m also tired. And a little sad. And a little lonely.

My husband (28M) and I (27F) have been together for 10 years, married for 2. We’ve always wanted to eventually live on our own and build our own space.

We stayed with his parents mainly because of their two dogs who meant everything to him. They passed away last year, and since then we’ve been thinking about moving out.

Also, both of us have always lived with our parents, whether during studies or work. We’ve never had the experience of staying in a different city or even in a PG, so this makes us want to move out even more and have something that feels like our own place, even if it’s a rental.

Living with my in-laws has actually been really good. They’re kind, respectful, and give us a lot of privacy. My MIL cooks for us, takes care of a lot at home, and my FIL is very caring too. There’s honestly no conflict except for my clean freak getting triggered because MIL keeps the kitchen messy but I happily clean it, which is why this feels harder.

Recently my husband got a good job in the same city, so we felt like this is the right time. When we told my in-laws, they were completely supportive and even offered to help us find a place.

I was nervous to tell my parents because they’re more conservative about these things. I told my mom today and she reacted badly. She questioned why we’d leave such good in-laws, said we’d be wasting money on rent, and made a few hurtful comments. She also asked me not to tell my dad yet because it would upset him.

Now I feel guilty for wanting to move out even though this is something we’ve always wanted.

How do I talk to my dad about this without it turning negative? And how do I deal with this guilt?

I am getting married in November this year and I just dont know when and how to tell my boss what I need.

Leave situation: I work in an industrial town and I will have to travel back home for arrangements. It takes me half a day to travel one way, and flights are expensive so i cant just do arrangements on the weekend.

I am planning on taking two week of leaves in june for arrangements but Idk how to justify.

Work responsibilities: I will be moving abroad after marriage so I also want projects that are not geography specific. I work in HR which is very location specific. If I cant work on global HR concepts, I at least dont want him to burden me with more geography specific responsibilities that wont add to my skills.

I am also worried about getting projects if I announce my wedding because then they know I will surely quit the company, its only a matter of when(I mean, even without the wedding, they assume I will leave this company since its in a tier III city and I come from Bangalore. The employee attrition for my background here is pretty common and people ask me directly when am I planning to leave)

I am not too worried about the performance evaluation because the plan is to leave anyway. I just care about roles and projects that i can put in my CV.

[not sure if i'm using the correct flair]

tw// cat-call / maybe assault

hi, so i'll just cut straight to the point, recently i heard someone say "almost every woman has had one bad experience with men" so i was randomly recalling all uncomfortable encounters i've had w men and i could mainly just think of the times when i was stared at or cat-called, the first time i was cat-called was when i was barely 7-8 years old. i used to think it was not that big of a deal and consider myself "lucky" or "privileged" that i had never been physically assaulted atleast

recently, though, an old memory started resurfacing and i randomly recalled one encounter which got me thinking. i went on a family vacation in sikkim when i was around 10-11, i was standing on a crowded road while my parents were looking at some clothes that was kept on a roadside stall when someone >!poked the centre of my right breast !<and walked ahead. i turned back and since it was crowded i couldn't make out who the person was but i could only able to see a man's back. at that time, i didn't give it much of a thought and told myself it was probably a mistake by him since it was crowded

but now that i'm almost 18 and i think of it, there was no way a person could literally >!poke the CENTRE of my breast!< by accident and even though i don't really care that much, sometimes i find myself thinking a bit too much about this late at night when i can't sleep. last night, i almost teared up too thinking about how a person literally violated my personal boundary and got away with it and i could do nothing about it. what is worse is that i still try to downplay it by telling myself that there are women who have been r@ped so my experience isn't that big of a deal

i just want to know whether i am overreacting and it could've been a mistake too and i should just let go of it, and how to stop thinking of it. i can't really tell this to any1 irl as i don't want to be perceived as mentally weak

I (30F), am going on my first trip in 10 years, to South Goa. I have four full days, and will be there with my best friend, who is flying in from a different city.

I know that the timing is shitty- country in dumps, an ongoing war, unsafe spaces; but i have been postponing any travel plans since the last 10 years because

* "Oh i'll go after that situation has passed",

* "Oh i'll go after i get this done",

*"Oh i can't go now, i feel so entitled that i want to go on a trip while all of this is going on"

*"how can i go alone, i need to take my parents too (they have gone on trips by themselves within this time period and don't like to leave home, in their own words)"

*"Oh i am so ovewhelmed with work, how can i even relax when i have all of that coming up"

etc etc.

I have used next to none of my paid leaves, and with my chronic fatigue, anxiety disorder and effed up immunity, i need a break. So I booked this trip on an absolute whim.

Now i don't know shit about travelling. I am also single, have been for a long long time and i hope that continues for the foreseeable future. I am not at all a party person and i just want a peaceful change. My last trip was a day trip with friends an year ago. My parents are also freaking out. My best friend travels a lot, but her family dynamic is different than mine, so she can't really help with the family stuff. Plus she is married, and her husband is fully onboard. My mom was flabbergasted when she heard that she's going on a trip with me and her husband is not coming with her. That was such a foreign concept to her. I love my parents and i just want them to know that i'll not willingly walk into danger. They know me, they know the kind of person that i am, they are just scared in general. I would greatly appreciate some tips around this entire situation. How do i convince my parents that i'll be safe and everything will be chill, oh and also how do i actually be safe?

I’m going for a big chop this year and instead of giving it away to salon guys, I’d like to donate it to the right cause. But I don’t know where to and what steps to follow.

For context, I’ve brunette 1b hair, non porous, very thick strands and volume. No dyes used after 2019. Length is averaging 70cms, the V tip goes to about 76cm, close to 27-29 inches, from the top. I’ll grow it for few more months so that I can have shoulder length hair and still donate 25 inches atleast.

Now my questions are :-

1. Which reputable sources should I contact and send ? I don’t mind sending it via courier. I’ve enquired around my neighbourhood but they felt shady.
2. I’ve some split ends and some level of greying. Should I get a trim before donating it? And will grey hair be fine?My mother who has 60% grey hair but thick strands and volume would also like to donate.
3. I’ve lot of volume so I can half the pony tail and give it two different places. Is that allowed and will it be ethical? Or should I give it to one source only?
4. Will prefer sources that work for children's wigs more.

Thanks in advance.

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