Turn off bixby button s10

I started a new job yesterday. I’m absolutely in love with it, I adore my entire office and they seem really fond of me too. When my coworker was showing me around the building, I saw someone that looked like my abuser. I ended up staring, I wasn’t sure it was him but when we walked past him later, my coworker told me his name. Adam. By then I could also see his face and my heart dropped right to the floor. He avoided looking at me and has not looked at me a single time. I have only caught him catching glances when I have not been looking. Five years ago, Adam and I were amazing friends. I truly cared for him and we had extremely fun together. Then he got a girlfriend. Adam would ask me for relationship advice and I was practically the one who kept their relationship going as Adam kept fucking it up. I told him what to say, what to do and what to buy her. Every time they fought he would come running to me, ranting. When they broke up, everything got so much worse. He was angry and his ranting turned to screaming at me and I let him. I felt it was my fault he was in such a toxic relationship to begin with as I helped him with it (without knowing they were bad for each other).
When we would meet each other, he would scream, push, hit and choke me. I was terrified of him, but because of my guilt I felt like I deserved it. I was also extremely depressed, which contributed to be feeling like I deserved it. At first, it only happened behind closed doors but I think as he saw that I just stood there and took it, he gained confidence and he would start doing it at public spaces. Each time I would go home with bruises, excusing them as accidents or simply concealing them.
A few months in, I started befriending this guy called Carl. When Carl and I were hanging out, I got e text from Adam asking me where I was. I told him, said I was with my friend Carl and he said he was coming.
I wasn’t anxious about him coming, I still really cared for Adam and when he wasn’t being abusive, we still had a lot of fun. He had also never hit me whilst in company of other friends, only in front of strangers so I felt safe. Carl kept a safe distance between Adam and I, I later found out he got a really bad vibe from him and just wanted him to leave. I think that made him forget we were with friends, and his usual abuse started. I called Adam a little bitch for acting this way when he started yelling as we were on a bus, and he started pushing me. As we got off, he kept going until Carl got in between (Carl is like 6’5 and very muscular). I think Adam got threatened and after screaming for a while, he left. Carl waited with me until my bus came. This situation had grounded me, I had realized that his abuse was never going to stop and so I ended up telling him off on text, blocking his number and although I had seen him once or twice, we never talked again.
He lives in my hometown and I spend little to no time there, so avoiding him was not difficult at all. He never left his house and he started doing drugs so that helped too.
Now he’s here, at my job. Acting like I don’t exist (thankfully, although it is still off putting). My coworker is friends with him, which sucks because I know I can’t confide in her about this so I’m telling all of you. I don’t know what to do, I love this job but every time I see him I think of him holding his hands around my neck until I’m seconds away from passing out, fearing for my life. He can’t ruin this chapter of my life too.

I'm trying to add feats to my character (bard) but when I click to show the feats I can add it says grappler and something else and that's it I tried to turn off the feats prerequisites but it changed nothing

Was just poking around when i found Settings>More Settings>Higher Frame Rate. Runs SO much smoother now, super nice. idk why it's turned off by default.

About a two and a half years ago my ex-best friends sister got me drunk and had sex with me. we’ll call her Reese. Reese was always quite close to me and acted like the older sister I never had so I was very trusting and attached to her and she seemed pretty normal too always trying to help me and give me good advice. Around 14 and a half this changed from like a sister to her undressing infront of me and being really physical, I had expressed before it made me uncomfortable but she would just brush it off as “your my brother it’s normal” for a while i thought it was normal until she started staying around me more and it felt purposeful atp. Mind you I was 14 and she was 17 almost 18. anyway this behaviour of sorta showing herself off continued for about a few months to the point where i completely forgot about how weird it was and assumed it was normal, plus I only saw her a few times a week so it wasn’t often at all. It started to get worse when I had just turned 15 with me and her hanging out more because our family’s got a lot closer, with more family vacations and her being 18 she was told to stay with me and my best friend Victor. this caused her to be alone with me much more. she started to lay on me and i have no proof but i swear she would always make sure we had to share a bed. She would press her chest against me and sit on me and “accidentally” feel in my pants. eventually we ended up being even closer then me and victor, she would invite me to events and parties with her and other seniors, one of which she got me drunk to the point i barley could walk on my own and she took me to the bathroom and pulled my pants down, pretending to act like she was trying to help all while i was asking her what she was doing and slurring my words clearly uncomfortable. she sat me down on the toilet and slid my dick inside her taking my virginity. I was clearly telling her to stop but she kept going and convincing me to let her keep going and saying over and over again “it’s okay” “It’s just me” for what felt like a eternity and when i was about to finish in her I kept telling her to stop and she would just say “it’s okay i’m on birth control” which leads me to believe she had planned it. After I had finished she kept going which made me even more upset and betrayed then I already was feeling. when i was starting to almost pass out i saw her talking her phone out and the flash turning on and off a few times which made me want to throw up even more, i felt terrible and just wanted to disappear. I’m not 100% certain she took a picture but it’s still so scary to think she might have a picture or video of me like that. all hot and sweaty begging her to stop it’s disgusting. the next day when I was home I told victor and his parents what reese had done but since I was bigger and stronger then her and she always acted so nice to me no one believed me and even my befriend said that I went to a party and was drunk and the blame started to shift to me for going out to a party and for making up a rape accusation. My parents also got angry at me and punished me for going to a party, just like reese was a perfect angel and it wasn’t possible anything i was saying was true. I’ve felt so betrayed and angry with my family and reese and victor but the worst part of this all is my family is still close with them i still have to see reese consistently and it’s so awkward she acts so cold towards me but like a angel when anyone else is around us. anyway i’m 17 now and feel like my entire family hates me. I live with my gf now and don’t talk to anyone in my family and i’m happier then i’ve ever been.
(sorry for shitty spelling and grammar it’s 2am and i barley can see)

John was bored one night and decided to get to work on something. He didn't know what exactly to do, so he decided to write a story since writing was one of his hobbies. However, John was so bored that he didn't even know what to write about, so that's when he gave up and went right back to bed staring at his vinyl record copy of The Best of Bread resting on his turntable. He was too lazy to at least make an attempt to drop the needle on the record and listen to some music. Instead, he just stared at the ceiling desperately wanting to do something great, but lacking the energy and motivation to do so; he needed some kind of incentive... John suddenly jolted not realizing that he had dosed off, so he decided to call it a night and close his eyes for good till morning. It was 12:37am...
Twisting, turning, and mumbling, John finally woke up not feeling too well, but it was only 2:00am. He stumbled to the bathroom like a blind drunk man to pee and wash his face. He was cold and shivering like a worried puppy trying to shake off the unpleasant dream that he woke from. After he washes his hands, he stares at himself in the mirror recalling the dream he just had...
A white middle aged man was mowing a lawn. The lawn looked like a small version of John's childhood home in Jonesborough Tennessee. The man was wearing a beige straw hat and had a smirk on his face while constantly wiping his sweat. There was no one else around, just the man mowing the lawn. There was something cold and unwelcoming about the lawn mowing man's presence. He never made eye contact with John, yet John felt as though he was looking at him. "But how?" John whispered to himself... The more John wondered that question to himself, the more hostile the presence of the lawnmowing man became. Still, the man never batted an eye at John, but gave the feeling as though he knew everything about John and was watching him like a Hawk... The lawn mowing man's smirk grew larger, more sweat began to pour from his face as he violently swatted his hands across his sunburnt forehead... Suddenly the ambience became louder and louder which resembled a chaotic orchestral crescendo and...
John suddenly snaps back to reality while still gazing at himself in the mirror; he smirks and tries to laugh the dream away, but there was just something so unsettling about the dream that words just couldn't describe. John desperately wanted to forget about the dream and was too scared to go back to bed fearing that the dream may reappear. He gets back in bed and stares at the ceiling once again but accidentally doses off...
John finally sleeps well until morning when he wakes up to briefly eat some cereal and then gets back in bed realizing he doesn't work on Saturdays... It was dark and raining, but no thunder or lighting, just rain. John hears the sound of a lawnmower revving. It comes in and out of audible range. He rolls out of bed like lazy lion and peeks out of the window only to see the lawnmowing man once again. This time however, the lawnmowing man waves with a normal looking smile on his face while politely hollering, "Hi John! How are ya?"
John suddenly springs upward on his bed like a petrified deer unable to move and process what's going on! "Oh crap, it's 2:00pm!" John says to himself feeling like the end of the world is at hand. John's mind slowly starts to wake up as he begins to relax remembering that he doesn't work on Saturdays. But nothing seemed to be able to ease him away from that dreadful dream. Nothing he did could shake that feeling off, it was almost as though the dream really did happen in some unearthly dimension or realm that the human spirit goes to while slumbering... But there it was again, the sound of the lawnmower slowly going in and out of audible range... John chuckles realizing that the active lawnmowing team outside was the reason he dreamed of a lawnmower in his dream... But what about the first dream? he thought to himself...
It was a beautiful sunny day and John wanted to take advantage of the day while also hoping to forget about the unpleasant dream he had. He ate a quick meal and dressed himself for an adventure to the grocery store. He had to pee before leaving, so he went to the bathroom to take care of business... While washing his hands, he stares at himself in the mirror and chuckles again trying to convince himself that it was just a normal dream. "It was literally just a dream about a man mowing the lawn, I mean how is that scary?" he said. "I mean, maybe I was feeling a little sick and that's why such a normal dream felt so terrifying. Oh well, it's normal. Let's go get some groceries and ice cream so that I can focus on that story I want to try to write this time tonight!"
John hits the road in his silver 2012 Mustang leaving nothing but dust and bad bad dreams behind. As he's driving through a suburban area, he notices a man in a beige straw hat mowing their lawn... John chuckles and says, "Haha, see? Totally normal!" John finally arrives at the local grocery store... John parks his Mustang when the sky suddenly turns grey as rush of pale clouds dim the skies. The grocery store looked rather ghostly and depressing. There were many old looking cars that resembled a 2002 Toyota Camry, some with rusting canopies and dirty hubcaps. Out in the distance of the lot, there was a lawnmowing team truck branded with a decal that read Straw Hat Lawncare...
John made his way into the the grocery store and felt a bitter welcome from everyone inside. Nobody glanced at John. Everyone in the store looked like depressed fish passing by each other. There was a Hispanic family talking Spanish. The father was wearing a green jersey and the mother was sporting a pink sweater with grey sweatpants. Their kids were following along while randomly touching items. John was Hispanic as well, but felt no connection around this family. That's when John started to notice that nobody made eye contact with him, even when he said "excuse me" to reach for something. Not the employees, not the local sheriff, not the old lady looking at flowers, nobody... Not that John wanted to be looked at or noticed, but there was something odd about this, almost as if everybody was purposefully told not to make any kind of contact with him. It was a feeling that was hard to explain.
John quickly grabs some groceries to rush over to checkout to test if the cashier would at least say hello or something. But to John's disappointment, the cashier did not even greet John when he set his items down on the checkout countertop. The conveyor belt squeaks every time it moves; it's movement seems so lifeless, just like the cashier... Still, no eye contact whatsoever, not even if he tried to make conversation. The cashier just looked down the whole time. John started to panic inside, something just didn't feel right. It's not all in my head! John thought to himself... John grabs his groceries and heads for the exit when he notices a dirty looking man wearing beige straw hat smoking a cigarette. This man happened to be the only person that glanced at John, but it wasn't a pleasant glance. The man had a grim look on his face... John started to get the feeling that everybody was on to him, and that even the people who were ignoring him were actually very aware of his presence.
John was a good guy, not a saint, but a good-hearted person. He's never caused any harm to anyone and has always been a respectful gentlemen. But why? Why does it feel like these people hate me for no reason? John thought to himself again. Although John was physically being ignored, he got the feeling that everybody was actually looking at him... John quickly paces towards his Mustang. His heart throbbing, muscles tightening, jaw clenching, head aching; John starts his car and glances around. He looks out his right window and sees the dull grocery store. He looks straight ahead and sees the lawnmowing team truck. He looks to his left and sees a man with a beige straw hat right next to the window. The man knocks looking like he was begging for money. John being good hearted lowers the window but the man speaks before John could do anything, "Your back tire is flat!" The man kept repeating the same phrase over and over as if having a flat tire was bad luck. The man reeked of whiskey and tabaco, he had no front teeth and looked like he was wired on methamphetamine or something. "Come on out here and look!" the man exclaimed. "That tire's lookin bad man, you gotta get that fixed. You got one of them spares?" "Yeah, I got a spare." John said. "I got this, don't worry about me." "OF COURSE I'm gon worry bout you brother, that's what we do round here!"
The man starts telling a story about his brother Phil who had a flat tire because he was being shot at by some thugs. The man's story seems to go on forever and John starts to tune out. John glances out in the distance over the man's shoulder; the man's voice begins to get muddled as John focuses on someone getting out of the lawnmowing team truck in the distance. His heart starts to race when he sees another man with a beige straw hat stepping out of the car, except this time, John felt a very hostile vibration. The man in the distance puffed a cloud of smoke when he quickly glanced towards John's way with an evil look on his face... John looks behind and sees another man with a beige straw hat just like the one from his dream. Oddly enough, this man waved and shouted, "Hello! Need some help?"
John's heart started to pound and he almost felt like fainting. Maybe it's just my anxiety. "I've got to go!" John told the whiskey breathed man and cranked on his Mustang. He peeled out of the parking lot like a rabbit fearing for it's life. He could still hear the whiskey breathed man crying, "Hey man! I just wanted to help!" The whiskey breathed man kept crying, "I just wanted to help man! I JUST WANTED TO HELP!!" Tears rolling down his face, down his now sad face, "I just wanted to help you DOOD!! Why? WHY this gotta happen to me man? WHY! Why man? Come on! I JUST WANTED TO HELP!! I just wanted to help! Ahh!! AHHH!!!"
John finally arrived back home and hurried out of his car into his house... Suddenly everything was quiet... Too quiet... Finally, peace. I just have to rest and forget about that dream I had. It's ok, that whiskey breathed man was just really high on meth, he didn't hurt me. I was just really freaked out, that's all. I hope that man will be alright. I feel kind of bad, I didn't want to leave him there all alone. He looked like he was a hurting man, could've used a little company. No, what am I thinking? He was just high. Why should I trust some random meth-head like that? Awe, he's alright. He's cool... I'm tired now, I'm just going to relax and see if I can start that story! Yeah, that'll cheer me up! It's just life, weird stuff happens! But what about... No, forget it... But why was I seeing men with beige straw hats all day like the man in my dream? Nah, I'm overthinking, it was just a hot sunny day today, duh... But what about all of those grim looking people at the store? I felt like they were on to me, like they were all in on it. Oh crap! Maybe they know about my dream! No way, that's not possible... But what if dreams really are connected to real-life? I mean, it's part of life after all... Nah, that's too weird, it's all in my head...
Suddenly, the sound of a 4-stroke engine starts revving... Grass? At this time? It's late evening. John crawls over to his window and sees a man in a beige straw hat cutting the neighbors lawn... "Ahh!!" John jolts upwards biting his nails. He crawls back to his bed and tries to once again justify what's happening... Suddenly, he smells cigarette smoke. "What's that smell?" he says... He slowly glances at a dirty light blue uniform and before he could make out what it is, a raspy voice 'declares, "WE"RE WATCHING YOU..." Another voice says, "WE'RE LOOKING AT YOU, HAPPY NOW?" Another voice answers that one, "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO DALE JERK! AH HAHA!" "YEAH, YOU'RE SO MEAN FOR LEAVING HIM BEHIND!" "DALE ERA UN BUEN HOMBRE..." Said a Spanish voice...
John slowly looked up and saw an extremely pale faced version of the cashier from the grocery store and still not making eye contact, but three inches away from John saying, "Hi honey, how are ya?" and then repeats the phrase over again, "I SAID HOW ARE YA HONEY? WHAT, CAT GOTCHA TONGUE? WELL I'LL FEED IT TO MUH CATS WHEN I GET HOME THEN! BET CHU DON'T HAVE THE DECENCY TO HELP OUT DALE WITH A LITTLE BIT OF FOOD, DO YA?" She kept shouting at John three inches away while still not making eye contact. "SO? HOW YA DOING HONEY? FIND EVERYTHING YA NEED? HAHAHAHA! YOU SU................
John wakes up again... It's 2:00am. Everything is quiet. Desperately trying to forget the bad dreams and the strange day at the grocery store, he finally decides to drop the needle on the Best of Bread vinyl record. The music is soothing. He begins to drift into slumber once again.
John sleeps in and wakes up at 2:00pm on Sunday, he doesn't work on Sunday's either. John realizes he never got the groceries that he actually needed, so he makes his way to the grocery store once again. on another sunny day. He pulls into the parking lot, but this time they sky stays sunny and blue. The lawn mowing team truck is gone. John makes his way inside the grocery store. This time, a jolly old man greets him as he walks in. "How are you doing young man?" Says the old man. "Fine, thank you." John replies. Today, everybody was acknowledging John and making him feel welcome. Lots of smiles and hellos. There was even another Hispanic family who smiled at John while crossing paths. Even the children seemed happy. Hmm, too suspicious. It's almost like they're watching me and know what happened yesterday.
John grabbed all the items he needed and headed for checkout. He approached the counter and was greeted by the same cashier from last time. This time she actually speaks to John... "Hey honey, how are ya?" Says the cashier with a cute smile. "Great, how are you? John replies. "Oh honey, I had such a busy day yesterday! First I had to go see my doctor because of my back pain, then my car ran out of gas and I had to tell my hubby to help me out. Then he starts going off on me about how these lawn mowing guys woke him up at 5 in the mornin' and I told him, honey, they just doin' they job. Oh honey, today is much better, it's a beautiful day and my back feels better." Something about this doesn't seem right... She knows... She knows and she's playing around with me... Everybody is... No, I'm just being paranoid. Forget it, today is a great day!
John makes his way back to his mustang with a kart full of groceries... "HEY DOOD!!" suddenly screams the whiskey breathed man from behind. "Whoa man, you scared me!" Says John. "Oh I'm sorry man, didn't mean to startle ya.. Hey, I noticed you got a spare tire now. Good job buddy! Hey listen man, I'm feeling happy today a.. a.. and I just want to give you my hat!" John looks at the beige straw hat... "Are you sure?" John asks. "Yeah man, go on and take it, it's time I let go of somethings in life. I'm trying to start a new life man and stay away from theses drugs out here man. You go on an take it, it has good luck man!" John accepts and takes the hat. The man smiles. John smiles. "Hey I'll see ya later DOOD!"
It's 12:37am and John is staring at the beige straw hat that the whiskey breathed man gave him... John lugged out his vintage 1970's typewriter and was finally in the mood to write. He knew what he wanted to start with, but just right before he was about to type the letter L with his ring finger, the sound of a 4-stroke engine starts revving...
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WERE LOOKING AT YOU. WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE. HOW YA DOING HONEY?

Hi guys, I'm working for a company similar to brakes called bidfood and am trunking from one depot to another in a few weeks time.
Just wondering if anyone had any advice on what I can expect
I've never done bay deliveries before and am in a proper class 2 for the first time.
I've decided I will take a 15 minute break before going in as I've heard people get sat on bays for hours and I don't want to break the 6 hour rule, then I'll have a 30 on the way back so I have all my driving time again.
Is it POA over other work as people in the back are unloading for me?
What's the process like? When I get to the place do I park up outside, walk into the goods in part of something like that? From what I've seen on Google maps it doesn't have a gatehouse or anything like that so i don't think I need to change the suspension as it's not ramp bays just flat ground.
I have never used a fridge but I'm guessing a company as big as them will tell me what to do. I was also wondering if when you turn the lorry engine off for a break will the fridge stay on or to I need to put it back on manually?
Apologies If I sound a bit daft but advice would be appreciated

I'm using the Samsung Galaxy S22 snapdragon version, the regular smallest one, and I am having some problems with notifications.
My phone sometimes won't notify when I receive messages. But sometimes there is no problem at all. It's just random. Sometimes I get notifications normally but sometimes I don't. I only find out I have messages when I open the app. This only happens on 2 apps (so far): facebook messenger, and the google gmail app.
However, on the messenger app, even if it won't notify, there is an "in app sound" that let's me know that I have received a message. That sound when you send a message, that is the sound it plays instead when it doesn't notify. In the messenger app > hamburger icon top left > settings gear icon > notifications & sound settings > in app sounds > toggle on or off. If I turn off the in app sounds, then it won't play that sound anymore, so I leave it on. But it's still not a substitute for a real notification. For the gmail app, I haven't bothered with that since I don't use it as much yet.
I am starting to accept that it may be just my phone since nobody else is reporting the same. But still, it's an expensive phone and it sucks that this could just be a quality control problem.
Notifications from other apps work just fine, samsung sms app, phone app, telegram, instagram, yahoo mail, banking apps etc...
I have tried everything
Factory reset the phone, reinstall the app, update the phone, update the apps, clear cache, wipe cache, optimize apps, allow all permissions, appear on top, tried using a different launcher (Nova), using different networks, wifi, wifi 6, 4g lte, 5g ( I was thinking maybe internet speed was a factor), "keep open" on so it's always on the background but still won't work. I've went through every setting and nothing has changed
I've had this phone for a year, had the problem since then. Can't find a pattern, sometimes it notifies sometimes it doesn't.
Does anyone know why this happens? And does anyone also have this kind of problem?

I really need some advice on what to do in this situation and if I should let my mom know. I’m extremely upset right now because I (23F) just learned that my sister (16) is lying to us and I believe she made up a scenario about her friends to get us to take a trip so she can see a boy.
Basically, a few months ago she said her friend’s family invited her on a trip to Los Angeles to tour colleges (LA is a 5 hour drive from our city) and asked if I could drive her. I was excited because I’d been looking forward to touring colleges with her and said I’d be willing to drive her. Then my mom said we should just turn it into a family vacation and do something fun like Disneyland since it’s not often we get to take trips. My sister suddenly got argumentative and when I tried to ask about the plans for the college tours she screamed at me and told me she didn’t want me to go on the tour with her and her “friends” and how she didn’t want us to come at all because she’s going to be “sleeping over at and spending most of the time with my friends”. I didn’t think much about it as I thought okay classic teen behavior and maybe she just wants to be with her friends.
Today, however, she broke my trust when I overheard her talking through the walls on the phone to what sounded like a male voice. She was making plans and saying how they’re going to go to all of these places, etc. I was so upset I wanted to barge into her room and scream at her but I didn’t. She is extremely argumentative and gets very physically violent toward both me and my mom when things don’t go her way or when confronted which is why I didn’t go in. I don’t know who this male is and I’m so upset that she would lie so heavily like this and feel so comfortable letting me and my mom splurge on a trip knowing we work our asses off to keep a roof over our heads and trips are a luxury. Please help, do I tell my mom? I hate to be the “snitch” older sister but I’m concerned about her safety.

what im looking for is someone who can relate or something, im mostly gonna rant here.. if you have any advice, any personal anecdotes, any kind words thats all i need right now. or maybe even point out a blind spot for me, what it is i could be misunderstanding
it seems like everyone on here gets symptoms surrounding brain fog, lethargy, bloating, etc. the only symptoms ive been getting are recurring infections in my mouth and crotch/anus, alongside constipation. the strange thing is, its not the usual thrush thats all over the inside of your mouth... my tongue does have a white coating, but what happens is my lips get extremely fat and inflamed and itchy and they burn and they eventually dry so bad that i cannot open my mouth at all without cracking the skin and it bleeds everywhere. which is a particularly rare symptom for some reason. its very embarrassing, have to hide my face every day with a mask. i got ketoconazole cream (expensive asf without insurance, but it was the sacrifice i made) and im afraid of it losing effect and the yeast becoming resistant because its been over two weeks now... i was doing the restrictive diet, completely cut carbs and sugar and it started to subside but i was starving and im really underweight so cutting carbs didnt seem like an option. i ate just 1 and 1/2 pieces of sourdough and it seems as tho its bringing it right back. ive been goin hard with antifungals, garlic, turmeric, ACV, coconut oil, oil of oregano, everything. theres so much conflicting information on this, and i dont have any money to go to a doctor at all, i am extremely broke right now, dont have insurance. people say eat carbs or else your immune system will fail you, dont eat carbs it feeds the yeast. dont intermittent fast, it feeds on ketones, intermittent fast it helps you digest and it starves the yeast. dont starve the yeast, do starve the yeast, blah blah. heavy metals, deficiencies, bad diets, antibiotics, stress, so many factors at play. i feel like im alice in wonderland, im losing patience, none of this shit makes sense and i just sit here and feel the yeast chew my lips off and stop my digestive system right in its tracks. and the kicker is, im not allowed to be stressed because it exacerbates the yeast, but how on earth do i remain calm?? this is a very stressful condition and my life is interrupted, its also expensive. i have no idea what to do, i cant eat anything and ive already had this candida issue a couple times over the last 6 years. im thinking its a congenital problem of some sort. my first yeast infection was when i was a kid and i wet the bed until i was in the 4th grade. fast forward to now, im 27 and basically have an eating disorder because food scares me and has turned my life upside down and creates an issue of parasitic fungus even tho i eat healthy

literally ever since i was a little kid i have struggled with talking to people i barely know/dont know or authorities. it doesnt help that i have asd so when overwhelmed i go nonverbal.
im 17 and recently ive been working with my social worker to get all my documents ready before i turn 18 and i lock up when they ask me things, i make myself look dumb or piss them off because i cant talk or when i try i stutter and cant get anything out.
when at home or with my friends im really loud but i have issues talking to new people so i cant make new friends.
is that autism, selective mutism or both?

Tl;dr: my phone keeps bouncing around in my baggy pants and somehow dialing 911
I turned off "Emergency SOS" - what else can I do?