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I have a crush on my professor and I actually like him. But he's also my research mentor and I love to keep the professionalism between us. He doesn't know I like him and I love to keep it that way. But its really hard for me to focus. I like to work with him because I do learn so much about research and his interest is the same as the field I have (plus he's the only professor that focuses on a particular field I have) but its hard for me to focus. I feel like changing my mentor but I can't anymore because its finalized. I also can't drop out of his class because its already the middle of the semester and its too late. I guess I just have to bear with it. It honestly feels weird that I have to keep the adult in me stronger and less likely to express back when I was a teenager (I did have a crush on my teachers but its nothing like this one).Its like in adulthood, you have to settle your emotions and be more rational.

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I would like a life where stress didn't wake me up at 4 in the morning, where I don't feel bad for giving myself 3 free hours to go to the movies on a friday, where the norm is for me to sleep more than 5 hours without feeling "blessed", where my head isn't killing me for doing the work that I love.

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  • You can make it happen.

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I really don't get how middle schoolers are getting pregnant. How is having sex almost common in kids that age? Boys barely have a penis at that age cause they haven't hit puberty. How are they knocking girls up? How are girls turned on by prepubescent boys??? I genuinely don't understand.

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  • I know right people are dumb they just want something or make themselves popular and attention.

  • kids are being molested and know about sex. adults pretend they have no role in this shit. Almost all the girls in my town have been molested and many boys

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My dad forced me out of bed at three in the morning by a handful of my hair and beat me with a metal hanger. My parents had been fighting again, because of me, apparently. So I assume I deserved the beating, but I still resisted it. I was on the floor, and I brought my hands up to protect the back of my head, choking on my own tears and snot. He struck me with the hanger on my back, arms, and legs over and over and over again, until I thought I would either black out or vomit from the pain. And then, when the beating was over, he knocked down my bookshelf, breaking it and the items on it in half. The next morning, I wore a long sleeved shirt and pants to hide the colorful bruises on my body. During soccer, my coach shouted at me for my lack of focus and, he was so angry and loud that I was reminded of my father. I had an urge to bring my hands up to protect myself, anticipating a strike from his hand or his boot, but I suppressed it. In English, we played scrabble, and the guys were laughing, shouting, slamming their fists down on the desk out of frustration or excitement, hollering, yelling. Just loud, loud, loud. It was too much for me. I got up and left without permission and sat down outside the classroom door, trying to breathe, trying to slow my racing heart, to calm my trembling hands. The teacher came outside and sat down next to me. She smelled like fresh laundry detergent. She asked me questions: what was the matter, did I need to go to the nurse, was there anything she could do to help me, did I want her to leave or to stay, was there something I needed to talk about. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell her I just needed a break from the noise and that she didn't need to worry, but instead I began to cry because I didn’t want to go back home ever again, because of the beatings I had to endure, because of the lingering pain from last night, because I can’t even wear short sleeves or shorts until my body heals itself, because of the sheer terror that sprouts in my stomach from being in my own home with my own parents, because all the items on my bookshelf are now destroyed, because I don’t even have the slightest idea of what I did to deserve all of that but I know there must be a reason, because there’s always a reason, because I hate everything about my life. But I couldn't say any of this to her, of course, so I wiped my nose with the sleeve of my shirt and thought of a lie I could tell, but before I did, she helped me to my feet and hugged me for a long while. It felt so good I almost collapsed. She took me to the library, sat me down on one of the big sofas, handed me an ipad to read on and told me to come back to class whenever I was ready. She said she wasn't going to make me talk but she would always listen to me if I ever decided to. I held on to that. I held on to her generosity. After school, my parents were fighting again, things were being thrown, my dad called me names from across the house, charged into my room, let me know that I was a rotten pile of shit, a sorry excuse of a son. But I didn't care, because all I could think about was my English teacher, and her laundry detergent scent, and her soft quiet voice, and her hug, and wondered what it would possibly be like to be raised by such a kind woman.

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  • I didn't mean to stop there we had a foster daughter that had a similar situation of a abusive home she came to us and we did all that we could but we knew she needed a singular home. her 4th grade teacher loved her so much that when she found out she was needing a permanent only child environment she adopted her

  • I did foster parenting and have to say that telling someone will not only be safe but you will be helping your family get help

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I am the "be careful who you call ugly in middle school". I never wore make up to school or took care of my looks in general. I wore ugly second hand clothes. I just didn't give a shit. People weren't mean, but also not exactly nice to me. Okay honestly, I sometimes heard things like "nah she's ugly" or got picked on a little. Then one day, we went out partying as a class. I always made myself pretty for parties, so also this time. Suddenly all the guys were all over me. From then on, I decided to put a little more effort into my looks even at school, and everyone was so nice to me. But the best about it all were the shocked faces of all the guys when they saw me coming in, thought I was hot and then realized who they were looking at.

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  • And i bet all the girls hate you now XD

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Today during history class, my teacher was passing back papers. Since I sit near the front and was looking ahead, the teacher was out of my sight while he returned papers to other students sat behind me. A thump was heard through the chatter of the students, as if he had bumped into somebody’s desk or misstepped in some other way. “I’m sorry....baby.” Mr. Teacher says rather loudly. Obviously I assumed he was addressing a student, and quickly turned around with a confused look on my face. Well it turns out that Mr. History indeed bumped into a baby. Today was the day that some health students were administered these fake babies which they had to carry around with them everywhere and take care of. One of the students behind me had said baby on the ground next to them in a car seat, which the teacher had accidentally bumped into while trying to navigate through the narrow rows of students. He then jokingly apologized to the doll. Once I saw the doll, it all made sense and I had to try very hard to not bust out in laughter.

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  • Damn, that's annoying they had to carry them around school. When I did that in high school we just had to pick it up at the end of the day and bring it home, then back the next morning.

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I’m on the boy’s cross country team, and about a month or so ago, we were instructed to jog in this forest for a couple of miles, as we usually do. Except that day, the forest was damp and muddy because of the rain we’d had the last couple of days. So I was jogging, and I wasn’t really paying attention because my mind was preoccupied with other stuff that I had to deal with, and then all of a sudden I slipped, fell, hit my head, and lost consciousness. To this day, I don’t know what made me slip. It’s possible that I tripped over a branch. It’s possible that the ground was wet and it made me miss my footing. It’s possible that someone pushed me. I don’t know and I’ve long since stopped worrying about it. I slipped, and that’s all there is to it. Anyway, I was on the ground, I didn’t know how much time had passed, and I was barely starting to regain consciousness when I felt someone lifting me up. My ears were ringing and my vision was spinning so much that I couldn’t even make out who it was. But they were carrying me, and their hand was cradling the back of my head, and their other hand was holding me up from underneath, like I was a little kid. And they were taking me somewhere, too. I could feel it. Then after a minute or two, when my vision and hearing had returned almost back to normal, I saw that the person who was carrying me was an older guy from my team. I told him that I was fine and that he could put me down but my words came out all slurred together so he told me not to move too much. He said that I fell and blacked out for a couple minutes but I was gonna be just fine and that he was gonna take me to the nurse and that I should just relax. So I kind of just let my eyes close and I must’ve fallen asleep/passed out on him because when I woke up again, we were at the nurse's office and he was putting me down on one of the beds, telling me again that he'd take care of everything and that I should just lay down. So blah blah blah, my mom came to get me, I was taken to the doctor, turns out I had a mild concussion, nothing too serious but I skipped school for two days to recover anyway, and when I came back to school, I found the guy who carried me and thanked him for helping me out. He said it was no problem and told me that he saw me fall and everyone just ran right on past me. He said no one even took a second glance at me and it pissed him off so much he wanted to punch them in their faces for not doing anything to help me. So we’ve gotten really close these past couple of weeks, I’ve invited him over to my house several times, he’s invited me to his, he runs next to me during cross country, we say hey everytime we see each other in the halls, and...I think that I might like him. I mean, I’ve done stuff with girls before, I’ve always considered myself straight, but when I’m around him...I just feel like I’m longing for something more, you know? It feels like I just...want something from him. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like the feeling I get when I like a girl, but deeper, and stronger. It’s like one of those feelings in your stomach, where you don’t even know if it’s a good feeling or bad feeling because it’s so different than any other feeling you’ve felt before. I just want to be near him all the time. It's all I can think about at this point. I don’t know what I should do. I’ve never felt like this towards another guy, but I want to tell him so badly. It hurts so much that he doesn’t know, it’s killing me. He’s such a kind and caring person, so I know he wouldn’t be rude about it, but I’m still scared shitless. I don’t even know how I could bring it up but I absolutely have to. I’ll go crazy if I don’t. How am I supposed to do this??

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  • this was posted before

  • I find that in these situations, it's best to be up front. Don't hint at it or beat around the bush. When I had my first gay crush on a girl, I told her directly 'I know you don't feel the same, but I just want to be honest with you because I think you deserve to know. I have a crush on you. I don't want this to change anything between us, I just wanted you to be aware of it.' And she was cool about it. She said she was flattered even though she's straight. And we're still good friends. Just be honest and clear about your intentions.

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I’m on the boy’s cross country team, and about a month or so ago, we were instructed to jog in this forest for a couple of miles, as we usually do. Except that day, the forest was damp and muddy because of the rain we’d had the last couple of days. So I was jogging, and I wasn’t really paying attention because my mind was preoccupied with other stuff that I had to deal with, and then all of a sudden I slipped, fell, hit my head, and lost consciousness. To this day, I don’t know what made me slip. It’s possible that I tripped over a branch. It’s possible that the ground was wet and it made me miss my footing. It’s possible that someone pushed me. I don’t know and I’ve long since stopped worrying about it. I slipped, and that’s all there is to it. Anyway, I was on the ground, I didn’t know how much time had passed, and I was barely starting to regain consciousness when I felt someone lifting me up. My ears were ringing and my vision was spinning so much that I couldn’t even make out who it was. But they were carrying me, and their hand was cradling the back of my head, and their other hand was holding me up from underneath, like I was a little kid. And they were taking me somewhere, too. I could feel it. Then after a minute or two, when my vision and hearing had returned almost back to normal, I saw that the person who was carrying me was an older guy from my team. I told him that I was fine and that he could put me down but my words came out all slurred together so he told me not to move too much. He said that I fell and blacked out for a couple minutes but I was gonna be just fine and that he was gonna take me to the nurse and that I should just relax. So I kind of just let my eyes close and I must’ve fallen asleep/passed out on him because when I woke up again, we were at the nurse's office and he was putting me down on one of the beds, telling me again that he'd take care of everything and that I should just lay down. So blah blah blah, my mom came to get me, I was taken to the doctor, turns out I had a mild concussion, nothing too serious but I skipped school for two days to recover anyway, and when I came back to school, I found the guy who carried me and thanked him for helping me out. He said it was no problem and told me that he saw me fall and everyone just ran right on past me. He said no one even took a second glance at me and it pissed him off so much he wanted to punch them in their faces for not doing anything to help me. So we’ve gotten really close these past couple of weeks, I’ve invited him over to my house several times, he’s invited me to his, he runs next to me during cross country, we say hey everytime we see each other in the halls, and...I think that I might like him. I mean, I’ve done stuff with girls before, I’ve always considered myself straight, but when I’m around him...I just feel like I’m longing for something more, you know? It feels like I just...want something from him. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like the feeling I get when I like a girl, but deeper, and stronger. It’s like one of those feelings in your stomach, where you don’t even know if it’s a good feeling or bad feeling because it’s so different than anything you’ve felt before. I just want to be near him all the time. It's all I can think about at this point. I don’t know what I should do. I’ve never felt like this towards another guy, but I want to tell him so badly. It hurts so much that he doesn’t know, it’s killing me. He’s such a kind and caring person, so I know he wouldn’t be rude about it, but I’m still scared shitless. I don’t even know how I could bring it up but I absolutely have to. I’ll go crazy if I don’t. How am I supposed to do this??

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  • Fuckk this is cute 👌

  • Give it time and see if the feelings hold up.

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When I was in 5th grade these girls I went to school with and were the same age as me moved in next door. I wanted to be friends with them. But they liked my older sister more. And it pissed me off. My sister had friends of her own, why would she want to hang out with kids 4-6 years younger than her? I never had kids my age live close enough to play, and it pissed me off that my sister took that away from me. If it was just me, they probably would've hung out with me. But if they had my sister as an option, they'd pick her. And it sucked. Yes, I didn't like playing outside as much as they did. But I probably would've liked it better if I didn't feel like a second choice. Now we're all grown up and living our own lives. I haven't talked to them since high school. I'm not mad at my sister or the girls. I just realized they didn't like me how I am, and I can't change that. I never wanted to change. I'm still not very sociable and I don't have friends, but that's just how I am and I'm ok with it. The main reason I'm glad those girls moved in is that it gave me people to sit with on the bus and at lunch. I would've been a very lonely child if I had to make friends on my own. If my mom was able to, and if I knew this was an option, I would've begged to be homeschooled.

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  • social skills can be learned.

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I dunno why I go into the lost and found at school and take out dirty lost socks and masturbate to them. But I get so hard over it

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