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First of all, this past week has been horrible. I've been fighting off illness (woke up today sick, so didn't do it well enough) and suffer from chronic and physical illnesses already. On top of that, I get extremely fatigued during periods, which started last weekend and has finally just stopped. I live in a house of 4 people including myself. Me, my partner, a parent and a tweenage sibling. I care for Sibling when Parent is asleep from working nights, and when Parent is working nights.
My typical day goes like this: I wake up around 2pm to a mess in the kitchen and living room from Parent getting home and Sibling getting ready before school. I take the dog out and walk him a ways. I clean up the house, feed the pets, get coffee ready to start (but it has to dry out before each use, so don't start it yet). Half an hour to an hour later, Sibling gets home and starts about their day, this or that, leaves a mess in their wake.
I start coffee about now, and try to make sure Sibling gets something to eat (they are incredibly picky, and spoiled, so when it isn't exclusively junk food it devolves to a bad attitude and/or screaming at me). I have Sibling clean up after themself after leaving trash and stuff everywhere, which ends up in more screaming, attitude, name calling, etc towards me.
I get my coffee and usually go to my room, because Sibling pitches a fit if I have the lights on or curtains open, and sitting in the dark is too depressing. Cue more fight because I leave Sibling by themself so I hate them. I don't argue anymore, just go to the bedroom because they know I'll leave if they make it dark.
I am hurting badly by this point (from cleaning, walking dog) but sit at my desk because Partner is still asleep and there's no room to relax on the bed. Do whatever computer things I want to do between scheduling appointments, keeping track of paperwork, etc. Drink my coffee to relax.
Around 5pm I try to figure out a meal for Sibling, which means more fighting, or I cook dinner for everyone, which often also means more fighting because even asking "If I make X will you eat that?" is "NO!" because I guess I should know by now, despite that it always changes depending on their mood and how much they actually are tempted by the food prepared.
And no, I can't just make something and expect Sibling to fend for themself. Parent will get up to get ready for work angry and frustrated with ME that Sibling did not eat and/or that I made something Sibling will not eat. Or that I branched out from a handful of basic recipes that are not good for my chronic illnesses and also don't have a lot of nutrients, which I am severely lacking in already.
If I don't cook I start planning something for me and Partner (usually sandwich, leftovers, usually something easy but now and then I'll cook just for us). Wake up Partner, sometimes up to 3 times. Dog needs out again, wait to see if Partner will get up in time to take him or if I have to do it.
Partner comes up, tries to hug/kiss me. I feel gross and inhuman after a day of cleaning up after everyone, fighting with Sibling from the moment they get home, taking care of pets, working on doctor and etc related things. If I brush off Partner, they get more needy. If I communicate my need for space to unwind, they get more needy despite their opinion that they give me space. And also, if I say "I need space", it hurts a lot more when they won't give me space afterwards, so I sometimes avoid it for that reason.
Parent gets up. Walks around huffing and puffing that this or that isn't clean, this or that isn't done, dinner wasn't catered to Parent and Sibling, whatever. Handles bedtime. Leaves for work, Sibling goes to bed. 50/50, Sibling finds a reason to start screaming at me from the bedroom, "You hate me! You don't love me! I just want a hug! I'm so thirsty and you don't even care!" and on and on and on.
I realized by now, it doesn't matter how much I try to talk it out, what I do differently, etc. They're acting out issues that are bigger than our personal relationship with each other as siblings. There's nothing I can do right as a result.
If screaming gets too loud (because we're in apartments) I tell them, I love you. Stop screaming NOW or you get no TV tomorrow. It's okay to be upset, but it is not okay to yell/call names/get out of bed. Goodnight, I love you, sweet dreams. It doesn't stop, but I ignore it and within an hour or two, they stop, call me a name or two and go to sleep.
Alternatively, on nights where they stay up later (such as Friday nights or non-school weeknights) the fight starts much earlier because whether bedtime is on time every single night, or if I let them stay up for a special occasion, once it's bedtime I'm horrible for not letting them stay up longer. Then after that, the usual screaming at me from their bedroom.
On weekends, Parent naps in the living room, Sibling sleeps late. Parent lets Sibling stay up till 3/4am regardless of how many times Parent has agreed with me that it causes more issues and that they will stop. All the sleeping in the living room means I can't use the kitchen without making someone mad, meaning cleaning, cooking, etc is even more stressful than usual.
If I don't clean, the dishes pile up and up, the garbage too, the pets rarely have food or water if I don't do it, the dog won't get taken out enough, there are no clean surfaces in the house if I want to be anywhere or sit anywhere besides my bedroom. So I'm confined to my bedroom, usually with my sleeping Partner which means nowhere comfortable or relaxing for me to be. I can't drive due to some of my mental health and health issues, so I can't go anywhere if nobody will take me. (And no, nobody will take me, that is never a priority.)
And then on top of being in the living room until 3/4am Saturday, Sunday night, the only nights where I am not in charge of Sibling so I get a beak, and sleeping in there throughout the day so that I still can't freely be about the apartment, I have to spend time catching up on personal chores that I'm too tired for during the week. Laundry washing and folding, room cleaning, bathroom cleaning, shower, etc.
On week nights, I'll sit after Sibling goes to bed and play videogames after they are done screaming (around 12-3am, on any given night). But no matter how much I have asked, or begged, Partner will not leave me alone to focus. They always have a reason why they thought it was okay to interrupt my peace and quiet, but that's the thing- they ALWAYS have a reason. And they break my focus enough times, no matter how much I make it clear that I don't want them to talk to me while I play, that it's irritating to even try and I just give up and go to bed.
They stay up for hours more playing a game beside me, which keeps me from sleeping well due to the sound, movement, lights. They're not tired because they slept until 5/6pm, or later if I don't wake them up that day. Over days, they need more and more emotional connection from me because I am capable of less and less. Because I'm getting no peace, no quiet, no ME TIME.
I don't know how many times I've cried because it would be so relieving for Partner to get up once or twice now and then and handle the day stuff, and let me sleep in and let me relax a little. A break. I don't know how many times I've begged them to please not talk to me after Sibling finally stops screaming at me so I can decompress, only for them to find reasons why they thought it was okay to do it anyway, or otherwise disrupt my Me Time.
I feel so mean when I'm short tempered and snapping at them for every little thing. I don't even feel human most days. I don't know how I'm supposed to be nice. To Sibling, too. They're acting this way to me because I'm a safe person to treat that way. Because I have never been scary aggressive, or unjustly mean, and I do not abandon them. The same can't be said for other adults in their life, so they can't act this way. I get it, but that doesn't really make it less stressful.
Parent is tired from night shifts. So can't clean, cook, or drive me places without huge effort on their part. I quit asking after the third time of asking Parent to make Dish-I-Like for dinner, and they didn't, but did end up cooking something for Sibling. That hurts. The social isolation of having no nearby friends, no way to go anywhere or do anything, and nobody who prioritizes my needs, also hurts.
I'm running on empty. I have other family. They come over and criticize the way I handle Sibling. Because I shut down their attitude when it starts, if there are guests around. Saying "That's enough." when they start muttering insults about me is apparently mean. That's cool. Or they argue with me about things I'm knowledgeable about, insisting I'm wrong without listening to my side. About topics that don't even really matter, and seem so light hearted but they're so mean about it. So I quit inviting said family members over.
Friends won't come by, busy with their own lives and their own stresses. I'm all by myself even when my Partner is here. Because Partner sleeps aaaallll day. Sibling fights with me on everything aallll day, and is hurt when I can't then play games or spend time with them. but I'm on edge, I'm too stressed. Parent sleeps, works, and prioritizes everyone but me. Goes out of their way to do favors and give money to other family members, who don't give that same effort or energy back and are even pretty mean to Parent.
But will not prioritize driving me places to get me out of the house a couple of times a week. Spending time with me places I enjoy. Making me food I like, even when they say they will. Enforcing rules with Sibling on weekends, despite saying they will, despite knowing it makes things harder for me. I do those things for them, I do those things for everyone. Nobody does those things for me, unless I ask, and even then it's 50/50 if it is followed through, and it isn't the SAME if I ask. It's just me being in charge of finding a way for another thing to get done, but a thing I don't have the energy for after everything else.
I can't go to bed early because sibling stays up so late fighting me. So I can't get up early even though that would help me a lot. I tried for a while and was ending up with 3 hours of sleep at most, per night. Can't do it. Yesterday I woke up to a disaster kitchen after Sibling had friends overnight. Cleaned up a big chunk of it, left a couple of things just sort of hoping somebody would do it. Nobody did, got up today and still haven't done it because I just do not want to.
Parent has excuses- hurting, sick, tired, sleepy, busy. I have those excuses too. Partner sleeps. Sibling doesn't have to do chores and I can't make up rules because I'm the only one enforcing any of them, so only I'm dealing with the fallout and without consistency they just don't stick.
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I don't feel human. I need a break. I need support. I can't leave, there's nowhere for me to go, there's nothing I can do. I have to go to vocational rehab before a lawyer will help me with applying for disability. I can't get there. I have to be home at set times anyway. I can't trust Partner to be awake at the times that they would need to be awake for me to go anywhere. I just feel stuck. Idk. Someone please help me feel like a person again lol

First of all, this past week has been horrible. I've been fighting off illness (woke up today sick, so didn't do it well enough) and suffer from chronic and physical illnesses already. On top of that, I get extremely fatigued during periods, which started last weekend and has finally just stopped. I live in a house of 4 people including myself. Me, my partner, a parent and a tweenage sibling. I care for Sibling when Parent is asleep from working nights, and when Parent is working nights. My typical day goes like this: I wake up around 2pm to a mess in the kitchen and living room from Parent getting home and Sibling getting ready before school. I take the dog out and walk him a ways. I clean up the house, feed the pets, get coffee ready to start (but it has to dry out before each use, so don't start it yet). Half an hour to an hour later, Sibling gets home and starts about their day, this or that, leaves a mess in their wake. I start coffee about now, and try to make sure Sibling gets something to eat (they are incredibly picky, and spoiled, so when it isn't exclusively junk food it devolves to a bad attitude and/or screaming at me). I have Sibling clean up after themself after leaving trash and stuff everywhere, which ends up in more screaming, attitude, name calling, etc towards me. I get my coffee and usually go to my room, because Sibling pitches a fit if I have the lights on or curtains open, and sitting in the dark is too depressing. Cue more fight because I leave Sibling by themself so I hate them. I don't argue anymore, just go to the bedroom because they know I'll leave if they make it dark. I am hurting badly by this point (from cleaning, walking dog) but sit at my desk because Partner is still asleep and there's no room to relax on the bed. Do whatever computer things I want to do between scheduling appointments, keeping track of paperwork, etc. Drink my coffee to relax. Around 5pm I try to figure out a meal for Sibling, which means more fighting, or I cook dinner for everyone, which often also means more fighting because even asking "If I make X will you eat that?" is "NO!" because I guess I should know by now, despite that it always changes depending on their mood and how much they actually are tempted by the food prepared. And no, I can't just make something and expect Sibling to fend for themself. Parent will get up to get ready for work angry and frustrated with ME that Sibling did not eat and/or that I made something Sibling will not eat. Or that I branched out from a handful of basic recipes that are not good for my chronic illnesses and also don't have a lot of nutrients, which I am severely lacking in already. If I don't cook I start planning something for me and Partner (usually sandwich, leftovers, usually something easy but now and then I'll cook just for us). Wake up Partner, sometimes up to 3 times. Dog needs out again, wait to see if Partner will get up in time to take him or if I have to do it. Partner comes up, tries to hug/kiss me. I feel gross and inhuman after a day of cleaning up after everyone, fighting with Sibling from the moment they get home, taking care of pets, working on doctor and etc related things. If I brush off Partner, they get more needy. If I communicate my need for space to unwind, they get more needy despite their opinion that they give me space. And also, if I say "I need space", it hurts a lot more when they won't give me space afterwards, so I sometimes avoid it for that reason. Parent gets up. Walks around huffing and puffing that this or that isn't clean, this or that isn't done, dinner wasn't catered to Parent and Sibling, whatever. Handles bedtime. Leaves for work, Sibling goes to bed. 50/50, Sibling finds a reason to start screaming at me from the bedroom, "You hate me! You don't love me! I just want a hug! I'm so thirsty and you don't even care!" and on and on and on. I realized by now, it doesn't matter how much I try to talk it out, what I do differently, etc. They're acting out issues that are bigger than our personal relationship with each other as siblings. There's nothing I can do right as a result. If screaming gets too loud (because we're in apartments) I tell them, I love you. Stop screaming NOW or you get no TV tomorrow. It's okay to be upset, but it is not okay to yell/call names/get out of bed. Goodnight, I love you, sweet dreams. It doesn't stop, but I ignore it and within an hour or two, they stop, call me a name or two and go to sleep. Alternatively, on nights where they stay up later (such as Friday nights or non-school weeknights) the fight starts much earlier because whether bedtime is on time every single night, or if I let them stay up for a special occasion, once it's bedtime I'm horrible for not letting them stay up longer. Then after that, the usual screaming at me from their bedroom. On weekends, Parent naps in the living room, Sibling sleeps late. Parent lets Sibling stay up till 3/4am regardless of how many times Parent has agreed with me that it causes more issues and that they will stop. All the sleeping in the living room means I can't use the kitchen without making someone mad, meaning cleaning, cooking, etc is even more stressful than usual. If I don't clean, the dishes pile up and up, the garbage too, the pets rarely have food or water if I don't do it, the dog won't get taken out enough, there are no clean surfaces in the house if I want to be anywhere or sit anywhere besides my bedroom. So I'm confined to my bedroom, usually with my sleeping Partner which means nowhere comfortable or relaxing for me to be. I can't drive due to some of my mental health and health issues, so I can't go anywhere if nobody will take me. (And no, nobody will take me, that is never a priority.) And then on top of being in the living room until 3/4am Saturday, Sunday night, the only nights where I am not in charge of Sibling so I get a beak, and sleeping in there throughout the day so that I still can't freely be about the apartment, I have to spend time catching up on personal chores that I'm too tired for during the week. Laundry washing and folding, room cleaning, bathroom cleaning, shower, etc. On week nights, I'll sit after Sibling goes to bed and play videogames after they are done screaming (around 12-3am, on any given night). But no matter how much I have asked, or begged, Partner will not leave me alone to focus. They always have a reason why they thought it was okay to interrupt my peace and quiet, but that's the thing- they ALWAYS have a reason. And they break my focus enough times, no matter how much I make it clear that I don't want them to talk to me while I play, that it's irritating to even try and I just give up and go to bed. They stay up for hours more playing a game beside me, which keeps me from sleeping well due to the sound, movement, lights. They're not tired because they slept until 5/6pm, or later if I don't wake them up that day. Over days, they need more and more emotional connection from me because I am capable of less and less. Because I'm getting no peace, no quiet, no ME TIME. I don't know how many times I've cried because it would be so relieving for Partner to get up once or twice now and then and handle the day stuff, and let me sleep in and let me relax a little. A break. I don't know how many times I've begged them to please not talk to me after Sibling finally stops screaming at me so I can decompress, only for them to find reasons why they thought it was okay to do it anyway, or otherwise disrupt my Me Time. I feel so mean when I'm short tempered and snapping at them for every little thing. I don't even feel human most days. I don't know how I'm supposed to be nice. To Sibling, too. They're acting this way to me because I'm a safe person to treat that way. Because I have never been scary aggressive, or unjustly mean, and I do not abandon them. The same can't be said for other adults in their life, so they can't act this way. I get it, but that doesn't really make it less stressful. Parent is tired from night shifts. So can't clean, cook, or drive me places without huge effort on their part. I quit asking after the third time of asking Parent to make Dish-I-Like for dinner, and they didn't, but did end up cooking something for Sibling. That hurts. The social isolation of having no nearby friends, no way to go anywhere or do anything, and nobody who prioritizes my needs, also hurts. I'm running on empty. I have other family. They come over and criticize the way I handle Sibling. Because I shut down their attitude when it starts, if there are guests around. Saying "That's enough." when they start muttering insults about me is apparently mean. That's cool. Or they argue with me about things I'm knowledgeable about, insisting I'm wrong without listening to my side. About topics that don't even really matter, and seem so light hearted but they're so mean about it. So I quit inviting said family members over. Friends won't come by, busy with their own lives and their own stresses. I'm all by myself even when my Partner is here. Because Partner sleeps aaaallll day. Sibling fights with me on everything aallll day, and is hurt when I can't then play games or spend time with them. but I'm on edge, I'm too stressed. Parent sleeps, works, and prioritizes everyone but me. Goes out of their way to do favors and give money to other family members, who don't give that same effort or energy back and are even pretty mean to Parent. But will not prioritize driving me places to get me out of the house a couple of times a week. Spending time with me places I enjoy. Making me food I like, even when they say they will. Enforcing rules with Sibling on weekends, despite saying they will, despite knowing it makes things harder for me. I do those things for them, I do those things for everyone. Nobody does those things for me, unless I ask, and even then it's 50/50 if it is followed through, and it isn't the SAME if I ask. It's just me being in charge of finding a way for another thing to get done, but a thing I don't have the energy for after everything else. I can't go to bed early because sibling stays up so late fighting me. So I can't get up early even though that would help me a lot. I tried for a while and was ending up with 3 hours of sleep at most, per night. Can't do it. Yesterday I woke up to a disaster kitchen after Sibling had friends overnight. Cleaned up a big chunk of it, left a couple of things just sort of hoping somebody would do it. Nobody did, got up today and still haven't done it because I just do not want to. Parent has excuses- hurting, sick, tired, sleepy, busy. I have those excuses too. Partner sleeps. Sibling doesn't have to do chores and I can't make up rules because I'm the only one enforcing any of them, so only I'm dealing with the fallout and without consistency they just don't stick. I don't feel human. I need a break. I need support. I can't leave, there's nowhere for me to go, there's nothing I can do. I have to go to vocational rehab before a lawyer will help me with applying for disability. I can't get there. I have to be home at set times anyway. I can't trust Partner to be awake at the times that they would need to be awake for me to go anywhere. I just feel stuck. Idk. Someone please help me feel like a person again lol

First of all, this past week has been horrible. I've been fighting off illness (woke up today sick, so didn't do it well enough) and suffer from chronic and physical illnesses already. On top of that, I get extremely fatigued during periods, which started last weekend and has finally just stopped. I live in a house of 4 people including myself. Me, my partner, a parent and a tweenage sibling. I care for Sibling when Parent is asleep from working nights, and when Parent is working nights.
My typical day goes like this: I wake up around 2pm to a mess in the kitchen and living room from Parent getting home and Sibling getting ready before school. I take the dog out and walk him a ways. I clean up the house, feed the pets, get coffee ready to start (but it has to dry out before each use, so don't start it yet). Half an hour to an hour later, Sibling gets home and starts about their day, this or that, leaves a mess in their wake.
I start coffee about now, and try to make sure Sibling gets something to eat (they are incredibly picky, and spoiled, so when it isn't exclusively junk food it devolves to a bad attitude and/or screaming at me). I have Sibling clean up after themself after leaving trash and stuff everywhere, which ends up in more screaming, attitude, name calling, etc towards me.
I get my coffee and usually go to my room, because Sibling pitches a fit if I have the lights on or curtains open, and sitting in the dark is too depressing. Cue more fight because I leave Sibling by themself so I hate them. I don't argue anymore, just go to the bedroom because they know I'll leave if they make it dark.
I am hurting badly by this point (from cleaning, walking dog) but sit at my desk because Partner is still asleep and there's no room to relax on the bed. Do whatever computer things I want to do between scheduling appointments, keeping track of paperwork, etc. Drink my coffee to relax.
Around 5pm I try to figure out a meal for Sibling, which means more fighting, or I cook dinner for everyone, which often also means more fighting because even asking "If I make X will you eat that?" is "NO!" because I guess I should know by now, despite that it always changes depending on their mood and how much they actually are tempted by the food prepared.
And no, I can't just make something and expect Sibling to fend for themself. Parent will get up to get ready for work angry and frustrated with ME that Sibling did not eat and/or that I made something Sibling will not eat. Or that I branched out from a handful of basic recipes that are not good for my chronic illnesses and also don't have a lot of nutrients, which I am severely lacking in already.
If I don't cook I start planning something for me and Partner (usually sandwich, leftovers, usually something easy but now and then I'll cook just for us). Wake up Partner, sometimes up to 3 times. Dog needs out again, wait to see if Partner will get up in time to take him or if I have to do it.
Partner comes up, tries to hug/kiss me. I feel gross and inhuman after a day of cleaning up after everyone, fighting with Sibling from the moment they get home, taking care of pets, working on doctor and etc related things. If I brush off Partner, they get more needy. If I communicate my need for space to unwind, they get more needy despite their opinion that they give me space. And also, if I say "I need space", it hurts a lot more when they won't give me space afterwards, so I sometimes avoid it for that reason.
Parent gets up. Walks around huffing and puffing that this or that isn't clean, this or that isn't done, dinner wasn't catered to Parent and Sibling, whatever. Handles bedtime. Leaves for work, Sibling goes to bed. 50/50, Sibling finds a reason to start screaming at me from the bedroom, "You hate me! You don't love me! I just want a hug! I'm so thirsty and you don't even care!" and on and on and on.
I realized by now, it doesn't matter how much I try to talk it out, what I do differently, etc. They're acting out issues that are bigger than our personal relationship with each other as siblings. There's nothing I can do right as a result.
If screaming gets too loud (because we're in apartments) I tell them, I love you. Stop screaming NOW or you get no TV tomorrow. It's okay to be upset, but it is not okay to yell/call names/get out of bed. Goodnight, I love you, sweet dreams. It doesn't stop, but I ignore it and within an hour or two, they stop, call me a name or two and go to sleep.
Alternatively, on nights where they stay up later (such as Friday nights or non-school weeknights) the fight starts much earlier because whether bedtime is on time every single night, or if I let them stay up for a special occasion, once it's bedtime I'm horrible for not letting them stay up longer. Then after that, the usual screaming at me from their bedroom.
On weekends, Parent naps in the living room, Sibling sleeps late. Parent lets Sibling stay up till 3/4am regardless of how many times Parent has agreed with me that it causes more issues and that they will stop. All the sleeping in the living room means I can't use the kitchen without making someone mad, meaning cleaning, cooking, etc is even more stressful than usual.
If I don't clean, the dishes pile up and up, the garbage too, the pets rarely have food or water if I don't do it, the dog won't get taken out enough, there are no clean surfaces in the house if I want to be anywhere or sit anywhere besides my bedroom. So I'm confined to my bedroom, usually with my sleeping Partner which means nowhere comfortable or relaxing for me to be. I can't drive due to some of my mental health and health issues, so I can't go anywhere if nobody will take me. (And no, nobody will take me, that is never a priority.)
And then on top of being in the living room until 3/4am Saturday, Sunday night, the only nights where I am not in charge of Sibling so I get a beak, and sleeping in there throughout the day so that I still can't freely be about the apartment, I have to spend time catching up on personal chores that I'm too tired for during the week. Laundry washing and folding, room cleaning, bathroom cleaning, shower, etc.
On week nights, I'll sit after Sibling goes to bed and play videogames after they are done screaming (around 12-3am, on any given night). But no matter how much I have asked, or begged, Partner will not leave me alone to focus. They always have a reason why they thought it was okay to interrupt my peace and quiet, but that's the thing- they ALWAYS have a reason. And they break my focus enough times, no matter how much I make it clear that I don't want them to talk to me while I play, that it's irritating to even try and I just give up and go to bed.
They stay up for hours more playing a game beside me, which keeps me from sleeping well due to the sound, movement, lights. They're not tired because they slept until 5/6pm, or later if I don't wake them up that day. Over days, they need more and more emotional connection from me because I am capable of less and less. Because I'm getting no peace, no quiet, no ME TIME.
I don't know how many times I've cried because it would be so relieving for Partner to get up once or twice now and then and handle the day stuff, and let me sleep in and let me relax a little. A break. I don't know how many times I've begged them to please not talk to me after Sibling finally stops screaming at me so I can decompress, only for them to find reasons why they thought it was okay to do it anyway, or otherwise disrupt my Me Time.
I feel so mean when I'm short tempered and snapping at them for every little thing. I don't even feel human most days. I don't know how I'm supposed to be nice. To Sibling, too. They're acting this way to me because I'm a safe person to treat that way. Because I have never been scary aggressive, or unjustly mean, and I do not abandon them. The same can't be said for other adults in their life, so they can't act this way. I get it, but that doesn't really make it less stressful.
Parent is tired from night shifts. So can't clean, cook, or drive me places without huge effort on their part. I quit asking after the third time of asking Parent to make Dish-I-Like for dinner, and they didn't, but did end up cooking something for Sibling. That hurts. The social isolation of having no nearby friends, no way to go anywhere or do anything, and nobody who prioritizes my needs, also hurts.
I'm running on empty. I have other family. They come over and criticize the way I handle Sibling. Because I shut down their attitude when it starts, if there are guests around. Saying "That's enough." when they start muttering insults about me is apparently mean. That's cool. Or they argue with me about things I'm knowledgeable about, insisting I'm wrong without listening to my side. About topics that don't even really matter, and seem so light hearted but they're so mean about it. So I quit inviting said family members over.
Friends won't come by, busy with their own lives and their own stresses. I'm all by myself even when my Partner is here. Because Partner sleeps aaaallll day. Sibling fights with me on everything aallll day, and is hurt when I can't then play games or spend time with them. but I'm on edge, I'm too stressed. Parent sleeps, works, and prioritizes everyone but me. Goes out of their way to do favors and give money to other family members, who don't give that same effort or energy back and are even pretty mean to Parent.
But will not prioritize driving me places to get me out of the house a couple of times a week. Spending time with me places I enjoy. Making me food I like, even when they say they will. Enforcing rules with Sibling on weekends, despite saying they will, despite knowing it makes things harder for me. I do those things for them, I do those things for everyone. Nobody does those things for me, unless I ask, and even then it's 50/50 if it is followed through, and it isn't the SAME if I ask. It's just me being in charge of finding a way for another thing to get done, but a thing I don't have the energy for after everything else.
I can't go to bed early because sibling stays up so late fighting me. So I can't get up early even though that would help me a lot. I tried for a while and was ending up with 3 hours of sleep at most, per night. Can't do it. Yesterday I woke up to a disaster kitchen after Sibling had friends overnight. Cleaned up a big chunk of it, left a couple of things just sort of hoping somebody would do it. Nobody did, got up today and still haven't done it because I just do not want to.
Parent has excuses- hurting, sick, tired, sleepy, busy. I have those excuses too. Partner sleeps. Sibling doesn't have to do chores and I can't make up rules because I'm the only one enforcing any of them, so only I'm dealing with the fallout and without consistency they just don't stick.
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I don't feel human. I need a break. I need support. I can't leave, there's nowhere for me to go, there's nothing I can do. I have to go to vocational rehab before a lawyer will help me with applying for disability. I can't get there. I have to be home at set times anyway. I can't trust Partner to be awake at the times that they would need to be awake for me to go anywhere. I just feel stuck. Idk. Someone please help me feel like a person again lol

First
Memory transcription subject: Luke Schmidt, Human Businessman
Date [standardized human time]: December 18th, 2136
I was the only human in the bar. I chalked it up to timing and chance, as it wasn’t a hostile bar. Aside from a few glances and the fact that people passing by my table took great care not to touch me, I had no issues. I could barely keep my head off the table, but that was more a function of tiredness than anything. I had arrived on Venlil Prime only a few days ago, and the goofy sleep schedule messed with my brain. Barlethy Shipping did provide us with blackout curtains to set up over the windows of our bedrooms, but it was still challenging.
That wasn’t even mentioning all the work I’d been doing. I was a salesman for Barlethy Shipping, which had been established for about 50 years prior to First Contact. FTL ships were horrendously expensive, and usually only the government had access to them, but the Barlethy billionaire family cared quite a bit about expanding their business on this frontier, and were willing to pour millions into private FTL ships for their employees, as well as efforts to ensure that the Venlil legal system wasn’t a hassle. I was meant to set up business deals with aliens, using a variety of methods of varying moral standing, and although others had already done so, there was still a whole planet of opportunity.
As such, I had been talking to Venlil, viewing their wares, and traveling almost all the time I’d been here. When I wasn’t doing that, I was eating and sleeping. I really needed a break, so after fourteen hours of business, I arrived at the bar for a much-needed drink. I’d made a few successful deals thus far, so hopefully Barlethy Shipping wouldn’t mind the downtime too much.
I wasn’t really paying attention to the aliens around me, as I was rather exhausted, so I didn’t notice when the unfamiliar alien walked up to me. I did not recognize which species this was, which energized me. New things always did. The species was honestly rather ugly, which was weird because all the aliens I’d seen thus far were either cute or sleek, in my opinion. They had rough gray elephant skin with sparse thick, black hairs scattered around it, which made them look more like a hairy human than like an alien with fur. The top of their snout dangled down over their mouth, and they had short tusks and weird little giraffe horns. Their tail curled up like a squirrel’s, and their fingers were long, thin, and far too numerous. They looked like a squat, mammalian Arxur. And then, they sat down across from me.
“Hello there. You’re unique too! Isn’t that fun? Being the only one of your kind in sight really isn’t all that fun, but you get used to it,” she said, in a friendly, conversational tone that was apparently female, according to my translator.
I didn’t think that unfamiliar aliens were willing to get within an arm's length of unfamiliar humans. Maybe the Venlil or our other good allies, but I had never seen this race before. I said as much. “Pardon me, but who and what are you? I have never seen your species before, and I don’t think you’re allied with humanity.” I figured that she must be a regular here, since nobody gave her a second glance. Maybe she’d expressed wanting to meet a human for a while. I still had no idea what her deal was, though.
I think I came across a little harsher than I intended, but she didn’t seem to mind. She began, “Oh, pardon my manners. My name is Polkif, and I am a Zhetsian. You’re right, we’re not allied with humanity, and there aren’t a whole lot of us on Venlil Prime, so you probably haven’t heard of us. We don’t have a very large diaspora. I’ve been here a few years, and I’m used to being a novelty.”
I hummed, interested. Some part of me was always eager to talk to aliens, and I could indulge that now. Most of the time, my interactions with aliens were distinctly more… hostile, than I’d like, but that was unavoidable. Well, here was an opportunity to avoid hostilities! Though, I was still wondering why this wasn't shaping up to be hostile, so I asked, “Why are you comfortable walking up to random, unfamiliar humans? Even people who have been here since First Contact with us and who generally like humans aren’t often comfortable doing that. Especially since we have a reputation for being aggressive when drunk.”
Polkif snuffled, which my translator told me was laughter. After a few seconds, she said, “Well, we’re Zhetsians! We’re expected to be bold. We do have to be mindful of other species’ norms when offworld, but I don’t think they’ll kick my door down and drag me off to the predator disease facility just for being excited about talking to a human. I suppose you don’t know if they will until they do it, but I’ve gone this long without biased officers bagging me, so I figure my logic holds up. Besides, I don’t mind standing out and having to make an effort to fit in if it means I can avoid the current issues on my native planet, Miluja. Well, the issues are everywhere in Zhetsian space, but they’re especially strong there.”
I was intrigued, and thoughts of tiredness were out of my mind. Of course, there were a whole lot of aliens with all different cultures and histories, but this was new, even compared to other aliens I knew of, and was shaping up to be exciting. I would be especially tired later, but I didn’t mind the adrenaline that interest and excitement gave me right now. I prompted her, “What kind of issues?”
Polkif obliged me. “Civil unrest issues. All five Zhetsian planets are having issues with stampedes, mobs, protesting, and armed rebellion, but on Miluja it’s devolved into a civil war. Or Colony World 3, as it’s known offworld. They don’t like that we landed on naming it after Milu, since they say he had predator disease, but it’s tradition to call it that, and I like it better than the generic name, at least.
“Once the Cilany broadcast came out and reached us, it was pandemonium. Due to the anti-predator religion, a lot of people assumed that we were predators, so we split from the Federation. All the death cults and secret predator or predator-diseased sympathizers came out of the woodwork declaring this to be proof that they were right all along, and now everyone should join up with them and make a utopia, or something. Of course, all the elements that prevented those guys from making themselves known before were still there, so the government and the Federation-sympathizers cracked down on them. The rebellious elements were emboldened, though, and had quite a few guns and lots of repurposed farming equipment, so they fought back. This led to all the sympathizers still in the government to come out and support the rebellion too, except they were discovered, and you had tusk-fights in offices everywhere. It devolved from there, and now the whole planet is engulfed in civil war.
“The other planets are doing better, though not by much. Nitto is probably doing the best out of all of them, since the overwhelming majority of the government and populace was able to unite around the Nitre Rebellion’s legacy and kick the Federation out. Kipresa and Colony World 4 are undergoing low-level fighting and their share of unrest; their problems are mitigated by the fact that most of Kipresa just want to make money and aren’t up for fighting, and Colony World 4 knows that its denizens are mostly criminals, so they have a habit of not looking too closely as long as you don’t cause problems and there continue to be people willing to buy their ore. Mother Plains, our homeworld, has had more luck with the government cracking down on rebellion and dissent, but there are still decently sized patches that are held by rebel forces, and the Federation and government are growing more unpopular by the day.
“In short, there’s fighting and disruptions everywhere, though the last ship that came from Zhetsian space came a month ago, and I’m not sure how it’s progressed without me. The fact that no more ships have come is troubling enough. As for alliances, I can’t imagine that the UN wants to get involved in our civil wars, especially since most of the official governments would reject them anyway. So, we’re not allied with either the Federation or the UN, and I think we're best off focusing on getting ourselves to a stable position before helping anyone else with their problems.”
I sat back, stunned. Of course, in the back of my mind, I had figured that there might be intraspecies fighting somewhere in the Federation, but I’d started to discount that as a possibility, with how herd-focused and timid the Federation seemed. Species-wide civil wars and unrest was not what I expected. Though, if that’s what the situation back home was like, no wonder it seemed perfectly safe walking up to strange humans. I’ve known a few people from countries with civil unrest issues, and while some of them are intensely paranoid, some are fearless and barely blink at what normal people would consider notable dangers.
She continued after a few seconds. “I’m not quite sure where I stand on the issue. I am quite willing to call my home Miluja, and I have a lot of family who are farmers and on that side of the conflict, but you get leery of supporting such people after long enough away. The walls have ears when it comes to expressing dissent, you know. You’ve got to be on high alert if you want to do things the Federation government doesn’t approve of without them knocking on your door. It gets exhausting to hold such opinions after a while, in the face of all the opposition to them.”
She shook her head side-to-side slightly, and it occurred to me that she was probably looking for listeners in her blind spot. She had lowered her voice, too, so that I had to strain to hear her over the din of the bar. Even with how milquetoast that bit of opposition to the Federation ideology seemed, she didn’t seem like she wanted people to notice it. I’d had my share of paranoia, certain that the aggressive and somewhat underhanded negotiation tactics I’d used would be revealed, and I’d be fired and cause a huge diplomatic incident that would end in me being burned to a crisp. Well, her concerns couldn't have been that bad, since she seemed to settle down quickly enough. After she was done, she tipped her head back a bit to sip from her drink. Her snout prevented her from tilting the glass to her mouth all the way.
I decided to talk about myself a bit, since she seemed inclined to sit in silence, though she didn’t move away from my table. “Well, I’m sure you know about Earth. I’m here because I’m a representative of Barlethy Shipping, and I’m supposed to be negotiating deals with aliens, mostly Venlil. It doesn’t sound like we’ll be dealing with Zhetsians anytime soon, if it’s as bad as you say over there. I’ve been here for about a week on this trip, though I was here for a few weeks already during the Battle of Earth, and I’m already exhausted. Work and a weird sleep schedule will do that for you. After I’m done here, I’m going back to my hotel to sleep.”
Polkif responded, “Ah, I see. I’ve been an offworld business rep before, and it is not fun. Seeing other planets is enjoyable to a degree, but the schedule is grueling, other planets always have weird day/night cycles, and people tend to look down on Zhetsians as rebellious. I left for Venlil Prime about five years ago to help run a new branch of the farming equipment manufacturer I did sales for, though they try to hide their Zhetsian origins, and I exclusively work in non-public-facing roles. I was supposed to come back last month, but that didn’t pan out for obvious reasons. Oh well, I’ve got stable employment, since they’ve kept me on, and I think I can manage.”
I checked my holopad, and noted the time. It was 30 minutes until I wanted to go back to my apartment and sleep, since I’d scheduled an hour for this. A few thoughts flashed through my mind, most notably that getting back earlier would result in even more sleep, and that Polkif seemed nervous about discussing certain topics where others could hear. An idea sprang to mind, and I voiced it. “It’s been a pleasure talking with you, but I probably ought to start heading back to my hotel room. Do you want to discuss more things on the way? I’d love to hear more about you and your species, but it’s rather crowded in here.”
Something glinted in her eyes, and her fingers started twitching madly, bringing to mind images of sea anemones with bony tentacles. She responded, in a rather weird tone, “Oh, I’d love to do that. I don’t need to be anywhere for another three claws, so I’d be glad to discuss things on the way. Why don’t we finish our drinks and go?”
I’d almost finished my drink, so I downed the rest just as she chugged over half of her glass at once to finish it. As she hopped off the stool, I stopped leaning on the wall behind me, a poor substitute for a backrest, stretched my back a bit, and then grabbed my things and followed her.
It was rather empty outside, with only a few scattered and easily-avoidable groups of Venlil here and there on the street. I started towards my hotel, and Polkif followed. Once we’d gotten a decent ways away from anyone, Polkif started talking in a quiet but still conversational voice. “So what would you like to know?”
“Anything interesting,” I said. “Perhaps why you have a reputation for being rebellious, or why your government doesn’t like this Milu character, or why some of your planets are having it worse than others.”
“The walls have ears, but I have better vision and probably better hearing than you and most Venlil, so I’ll stop talking if there’s a chance of unwanted listeners. Do note that what I'm about to tell you is not the official history, and I could get in very serious trouble if people knew that I believed, or at least seriously considered, this stuff. I can drag you down with me if you start telling people about it. Capiche?”
This sounded serious, especially since her tone had gotten noticeably sharper. She seemed a lot more alert and less casual now, even considering the comments she made in the bar about the officials who handled predator disease, which reminded me of the old “knock on the door” of governments who took away people who opposed them, now that I thought about them. That was worrying, but it was probably something that required more context to understand. Also, it did not occur to me that aliens would have a word that translated to “capiche”, but I considered that it was context-appropriate and nodded. Polkif continued.
“Alright, so the first thing to know is that unwanted ideas and movements that spring up among us never quite manage to die, however much the Federation wants them to. We have quite a few dissident groups that are officially labeled “death cults”, as well as a lot of rebellious movements that the Federation has been working to stamp out. Many of these groups have survived centuries of opposition, and sometimes they preexist First Contact. The most notable of these groups are Linked Chains, the Steward Branch, the Inside, and the Nitre rebellion stuff on Nitto. Though, Linked Chains has spread offworld and has a pretty significant non-Zhetsian membership, so it isn’t near-exclusively Zhetsian like the others.
“What you should know is that, apart from a handful of bog-standard criminals and a few people looking for an excuse to cause harm, nobody dies or supports dying or misery in those groups. The Steward Branch is a religion that, especially now, is suspected to have been the original, true religion of Zhetsians, and which has as a core doctrine the idea that all life is precious and necessary for gaining true understanding. Including the predatory life. Linked Chains thinks that predators are necessary for the ecosystem to function properly, something that you humans seem to agree with. The Inside and the pro-Nitre stuff are the anti-Federation movements on Miluja and Nitto, respectively.
“The official accounts are pretty accurate as far as the origins of three of the movements, though Bilte is not evil, stupid, or manipulative like they portray him, the non-Steward branches are likely some combination of invented or blown way out of proportion by the Federation, and they like to underrepresent the amount of animosity that lingered after the Nitre rebellion’s resource issues were handled. Really, you need unofficial sources to get good histories for anything involving those movements. The thing they lie the most about, though, is the origins of the Inside on Miluja.
“A little over a century ago, Miluja, then only known as Colony World 3, started a program of reintroducing certain predators onto the planet in order to deal with pests. We’re a farming colony, you understand, so dealing with pests was a rather large priority, and sheer practicality overwhelmed the propaganda in this instance. The Exterminators Union threatened to withdraw over these changes, the planet called their bluff, and they left, only to realize that nobody wanted them back. A bounty system was implemented for unapproved wild predators, but a lot of other predators besides the original pest-killers started hanging around and coming out from the unannihilated parts of the wilderness that had been left when the Union left. People stopped minding, apparently. You can still access The Seven Sons of Aboulo TV show if you know where to look, it tells you something about what it was like back then. Much better than the contemporary first iteration of The Exterminators, which was a piece of over-the-top propaganda, though I digress.
“Of course, that wasn’t going to last forever. I can only imagine the reason we didn’t get shut down instantly was because we were, and remain, a bit of a backwater, and they all bought into their own lies enough that they thought we’d collapse on our own due to our changes. We didn’t, so they started helping the process along.
“The Farsul showed up to Zhetsian space and started poking around. The Farsul poking around in an unimportant, obscure species like ours can only mean trouble. They did some preliminary reconnaissance, then they threatened us if we didn’t disarm all of our civilian ships. We had the bright idea to retrofit all of our ships with guns, but apparently that encourages predator behavior, or something. Those made up almost all of our fleet! We really couldn’t afford the sanctions, scrutiny, accusations, and ostracization that would come from defying the Farsul, so we dutifully disarmed our ships, and shortly thereafter the Arxur showed up.”
At that, Polkif stopped talking, and a Venlil suddenly came out of a building that we had assumed was closed, almost hitting us with the door. The Venlil only heard the last part about the Arxur showing up, according to my calculations, and after a look of startlement that he shared with us, he turned around and headed the opposite direction. Polkif exhaled, and said, “The annoying thing about Venlil Prime is that there isn’t a night when everyone sleeps. There’s always a sizable portion of the population awake and active at any given moment, so you can’t avoid people staring at you nearly as much as you’d like.”
I bet a lot of people stared at Polkif. She seemed to be a regular in that bar, but elsewhere? Given that Polkif had stopped talking before I noticed the Venlil coming out of the building, I got the feeling that she was hyper-aware of scrutiny and always thinking about how people would perceive her every move. The walls have ears, after all. No wonder she was so noncommittal in the bar, compared to here. I figured that I should keep my observations to myself, though, and responded, “I can see that. On the bright side, not having a night means there’s nowhere you shouldn’t go at night. Wait, does the Federation even have street crime?”
Polkif snorted, which my translator told me indicated derision, same as for humans. “You’re more likely to get reported for predator disease for being out alone than to get mugged. But, yes, that will happen on occasion. Usually it takes the form of criminals running up, grabbing your bag, and running off again, no violence or confrontation involved. I know for a fact that there’s more violent crime than the Federation likes to admit to, though. Anyway, back to the story? Nobody’s watching.”
“Please.”
“Alright, so where were we? Farsul, ships, Arxur… Ah yes, the Arxur raid. After our fleet was significantly reduced, a fleet of more than a thousand Arxur ships showed up to Colony World 3. Normally this would be a death sentence, but a combination of tactics, guts, and on-the-ground resistance ended in us decimating the Arxur fleet, which then retreated with almost no cattle. Miluja hasn't had any Arxur problems since; they say we taste bad, and decimating their fleet probably put us firmly in the “don’t bother” camp. Fine by us! Anyway, during the battle, we’d asked around for help, but the other planets weren’t willing to divert resources, and I also suspect they wanted to avoid retaliation. They had to have known about the Farsul ship order. We also sent a few scouts further away to ask for help from other species, and that fleet did show up! Once the battle was already over and the Arxur were already retreating. Lazy cowards barely fired a single shot.
“As you might imagine, that fleet, known as the Assistance Fleet, stuck around. They offered to help us rebuild our bombed infrastructure and almost-annihilated fleet, for a hefty sum of cash and quite a lot of food. The other requirement was that we revert all of the changes we had made regarding predators and accept what was essentially an occupation. Our remaining pristine wilderness? Gone. Our new and unique ideas? Either well-hidden, taught away, or trapped in the minds of those stuck in facilities. Our wildlife? Mostly gone, although the original netry birds and jutalem are still around, despite the best efforts of the exterminators. Stubborn little bastards, they are. Some have taken them as a sort of symbol.
“The last important bit from that period is Milu. Things really sucked after the Assistance Fleet established themselves, as stated previously. Milu was a bureaucrat who schemed to smuggle out a whole bunch of information that the Outside occupiers wanted to destroy, subverted a great many efforts to diagnose people with predator disease and kill predators, and even worked to convince the physical fleet to head home instead of being threatening in our orbit. All around a stellar guy. He eventually got found out, diagnosed, and sent to a facility. The Outside tried to publicize it, for whichever reason, maybe to demoralize the Inside. It instead turned into a huge scandal, which ended in somebody blowing up the facility Milu was kept in, which resulted in several staff members dying and most of the inmates escaping, including Milu, who was never seen again. People started calling the colony Miluja around that time. Means something like “Milu’s Continuation” in the old Zhetsian language that people use to name things. As you can imagine, the Outside does not like that name, and while using it isn’t enough for a diagnosis, it will get you a whole lot of scrutiny that can easily lead to one.
“So, that’s that, mostly. Lots of fighting, lots of rebellion, lots of farmers telling their children all the things they don't teach in schools, and always the looming Federation ready to squash anything they don’t like. Personally, I’m quite surprised you lot managed to get a foothold. They go so hard on the propaganda.”
That was… a lot to take in. ‘Why does the Federation let them be like this?’ and ‘How horrible can the Federation be?’ were hardly original thoughts at this point, so I latched on to the one thing I understood well. “Well, Tarva was nice and nobody rushed us until we could handle it, and those were the lucky parts. Beyond that, it’s really a matter of time, as people see us not snapping and eating them. Personally, I suspect that the Federation going so hard on the propaganda was their undoing. They tell everyone that predators are pure evil, then predators who aren’t pure evil show up, so people figure the old framework no longer applies and they start judging things more rationally.”
Polkif hummed for a second, then responded, “That’s a decent theory. One would hope that some of that tolerance would extend to me, but I suppose you’re new, and old habits die hard. You know, there’s a few places on the planet I can’t go because of how riled up the populace is about predators, especially lately with you humans arriving. We’re the rebels, so I must be doing something horrible! Clowns, the lot of them.”
I imagine Polkif couldn’t get away with much, if what I took from her was accurate. Her race may have had some leeway with how deviant they were expected to be, but everything about her told me she was always under a lot of scrutiny. Though, this information didn’t seem like someone who perfectly obeyed every law and whim of the Federation would know about. So, I asked her, “If you’re under so much scrutiny, how do you know all this stuff? These unofficial histories don’t seem like something you could easily access.”
Polkif spoke again, but slower and with a weird cadence. “There’s more scrutiny for the Zhetsian diaspora than for Zhetsians on Zhetsian planets. That’s not to say that you aren’t always on high alert at all hours of the day because you never know who’s watching, who’s listening, who’ll report you, and what they’ll take as a sign that you have predator disease, or need your assets confiscated, or what have you. It just means that you have more trustworthy confidants and more leeway on Zhetsian planets. More people who can tell you stories and pass around contraband.
“As a relevant example of contraband, have you ever heard of The History of Non-Sapient Predators?”
I said, “No, I haven’t.”
She started twitching her fingers again, and the front of her snout flopped around a bit. I wasn’t aware she could move it. Then, she spoke. “The History of Non-Sapient Predators is one of the most well-known contraband books, at least amongst Zhetsians. It’s generally considered unsafe for us to get involved in movements offworld, and I’m not sure what contraband books exist elsewhere. Anyway, it’s up there with The Wild and Wondrous Deep, The Linked Chain, and The Social Strain. It’s an anthology of documents from the Galactic Archives, detailing the rise and fall of Colony World 3’s anti-Federation movement, as well as the context it takes place in.
“Most of the documents are publicly accessible in the Galactic Archives, just arranged in an unflattering manner. Some of them require special credentials to access, and a few are definitely not in the Archives, or reference documents that aren’t. It’s a common rumor that the Farsul Government Employee Registry doesn’t exist and is either completely hidden for some reason or a code for something else; also that many documents that used to be on the public network but classified were deleted or moved to a secret location or network after this book was created.
“It’s published under a pseudonym, and there are many theories on who made it. Whoever created it would have had to go to the Farsul homeworld, since the Archives are located there, and would have had to find a way to access non-public documents. It was definitely compiled before Milu, since neither he nor the name Miluja are mentioned. It cuts off after the Rebuilding starts. It was likely made by either a Zhetsian from Miluja or someone who greatly values Miluja, since it’s really only our history, despite the broad-sounding title. I’m sure there are other books detailing other species’ forgotten histories and interactions with non-sapient predators, but I don’t know about them. This is the history of our non-sapient predators.
“Anyway, that book is the defining source of the actual history of the Inside and Colony World 3. Copies are rare, but I used to know someone who had one back on Miluja.”
Wow. With every word that came out of Polkif’s mouth, a picture was being made of the side of the Federation that was so old and paranoid that it wouldn’t reveal itself, even now that Federation narratives were being questioned across the planet, or especially now that that was happening. Though, apparently Polkif wasn’t so paranoid as to hide it from me. I knew that my status as a human made people assume I was comfortable with predatory things, but I found that I did not take Polkif for the type to trust anyone she wasn’t extremely confident in. So I asked her, “Why are you telling me all this? I know I’m a human, but I could tell people. I’m a stranger to you.”
She snuffled again. “Remember when I said that I could drag you down with me? Well, I’ve actually been looking into you for a bit. You’re the only human I’ve seen out here, what can I say? I was interested. I’m quite good at navigating electronic things, and I happen to have discovered several dossiers of blackmail that your shipping company has provided you to help you make deals. Perhaps not as predatory as it could be, but I’m sure I could portray it properly if I needed to make this known to appropriate parties. I’m sure you know how illegal it is and how much of a diplomatic incident this would create.”
Wait.
She knew about that?
Sudden terror gripped me. I liked to think of my activities as aggressive business tactics, but her statement reminded me that it was still blackmail and would likely end in jail time and a diplomatic incident if I were caught. She also refueled the paranoia of getting reported for it that had been plaguing me ever since I arrived on Venlil Prime as a businessman. And, since this random alien who was simply interested in me could find it, that meant that I was in a very precarious position. Out of fear, and desperation, I shot back, “If I reported you, wouldn’t law enforcement just take you away before you could do anything, and wouldn’t they not listen to you if you’re a known predator? You seemed to imply that back at the bar.”
She replied just as quickly, “Exterminators. They deal with cases of predator disease, or really any crime involving the Zhetsian diaspora as they like to assume that we all have predator disease. Anyways, as you’re a human, they’re much less likely to believe anything you say, and that combined with experience and security measures means I will absolutely have time to send it off before they get me. I can be anonymous if need be. And don’t you try to delegate reporting to anyone or do it anonymously; if anyone comes knocking on my door, I’m blaming you, and out this goes.”
Well, damn. I stopped in the middle of the street to think, barely noticing Polkif’s eye glittering as she stopped next to me. I really should have known that someone like Polkif would only reveal anything to anyone if she was very sure that they wouldn’t reveal anything. Whether because she trusted them as people, or because she held something over them. I drastically misjudged her; she was intensely paranoid, but so good at masking that you never knew until she was already acting against you.
The aggressive negotiation tactics already stressed me out. When combined with Polkif’s knowledge of them, they made me feel far out of my depth. My mind was racing, but something did occur to me, and I asked her, “Do you do this frequently for the sake of it, or do you want something from me? You don’t seem the type to task unnecessary risks.”
More snuffling, of what I thought was a distinctly different character than previous snuffling. Probably a malicious laughter, if I had to guess. “I did have an idea that required a human. When I said that I had no copy of The History of Non-Sapient Predators on Venlil Prime, I lied. Had to see how you reacted, after all. I do indeed have a copy that I took with me from Miluja, and have made copies of it since. I was thinking that humanity having a copy would be useful. You guys can translate it, make copies, get famous and make boatloads of cash off of it, or whatever else you can think of. The Federation doesn't have eyes or tendrils on Earth, so the book, our history, won’t die, or at least it has a greater chance not to. I have no clue how many copies there are across the Federation, but I know it’s not that many. I was under the impression that humans quite liked the preservation of knowledge and history, based on what I’ve seen of humanity’s reaction to the Cilany and Yotul situations. So, you wouldn’t mind preserving important history that's been suppressed by the Federation.”
That was… surprisingly benign. I was about ready for her to demand I fork over all of my money, go rogue with my company ship, or commit crimes against exterminators and the government. A little bit of smuggling, especially of something this important, was nothing, especially compared to the activities I’d been engaging in. I already had to smuggle in some of the negotiation material, anyway.
She continued, “As I said, this book is very, very illegal, and even as a human you’re likely to get in a lot of trouble for having it. As you’ve already been able to hide all that blackmail, you shouldn’t have a problem hiding this, but do be careful, and do not get caught. Only look at it once you’re back on Earth, away from prying eyes, and don’t let your company find out until you don’t need their support. I'd recommend keeping your identity wholly separate from your ownership of that book. As for getting it to you, I happen to know that you’re going to be going to a certain library to do research on Venlil agricultural history tomorrow - you really shouldn’t use the DailyMemo112 app, it has poor security - so when you get there, look out for the book titled “History of Agricultural Exports of Venlil Prime: Volume 18” by “Bitsly” in the agriculture section. It’s a fake cover, obviously, with a few fake pages too, but it's what you're looking for, so take it and go. You should probably buy a few other books about Venlil Prime trade, for cover. Any questions?”
Aside from the fact that she casually mentioned that she knew about my daily schedule for the remaining 2 weeks of my trip, that was surprisingly straightforward. A few plans for what I'd do with the book were even percolating in my mind; I'd translate them to English, of course, and then I could post them anonymously online, maybe I could put a paywall or tip jar in there to make money off of it? I didn't need the money, since my job paid me well, but this could blow up, and I wouldn't be one of Barlethy Shipping's spacefaring employees if I didn't keep an eye out for opportunity. None of these ideas were something I needed Polkif for, though. So, I replied, “No. Uh, thank you for telling me all this? Fascinating stuff.”
“You’re welcome, and thank you, if you pull this off successfully. Oh, and don’t tell the UN. They care quite a bit about Venlil laws and sovereignty, you know. Them knowing will attract attention that neither of us want. Never tell anyone anything unless you absolutely have to, you know. Now, I believe that is your hotel right there?”
I looked away from Polkif, and noticed that we were indeed in front of the huge, gray hotel building I was staying in. I wasn't sure how Polkif knew it was mine, but I probably shouldn't have been surprised at that point. It spoke to how adrift and detached from all non-business endeavors I was on Venlil Prime that I didn’t recognize the area around the place I was staying until it was pointed out to me. With a sudden bout of melancholy washing out some of the paranoia, I said, “Indeed.”
She flopped her snout around a bit, twitching her fingers all the while. I assumed, or at least hoped, that this was the Zhetsian version of smiling. “See you never, probably. Further contact would only be suspicious. The walls have ears, so be careful. Goodbye.”
I watched her walk off, back towards the bar. I entered my hotel, feeling dazed now that everything had time to settle in. The adrenaline was wearing off, and with nothing new or exciting to occupy my attention, I crashed hard. Exhaustion, combined with the events and emotions of the past hour, made me incapable of having thoughts more complex than a sense of paranoia and a desire to go to bed.
I stumbled up to my room and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, without even pulling the blackout curtains over the window.
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Memory transcript subject: Lani, Venlil Kibble Processor Date: [standardized human time] October 25th 2136
My colleagues laughed at me when I told them of what I was doing but damn them. I watched as the human brought in the boxes into his room. We had just gotten his bed installed.
“Alright that seems like everything Lani” I looked at the small furless primate. Chris’s family had died in a horrible vehicle accident.
When I decided to adopt him the human in charge of the program told me Chris was special from the others as he had something called Autism.
Apparently it was some kind of genetic thing with the brain that caused it to be wired differently. It apparently caused him to be not as good with social situations or not picking up social cues. But apparently when someone with autism gets really focused on something they get really good with it. Another thing was liking to keep a schedule the same over time.
“Alright Chris I’ll let you get your room ready” I exited the room and headed to the dining room. I grabbed this nice chunk of jerky that the humans had been glad to provide us with.
I ripped a bite with my teeth as if it were a pitiful Arxur. The juiciness of it was so much better than the damn rations the Federation gave us.
I went to the living room and turned the tv on to watch something.
“Oh nice” it was a new episode of Clan of Hunters. This episode they were hunting a group of prey animals on the Yotul homeworld.
I watched the episode for like half a claw. I saw a couple more episodes of the show.
“HEY LANI IM DONE SETTING UP MY ROOM!” I got up from the couch and headed towards Chris’s room. I opened the door and entered to see the human had set up everything in his room.
I looked around and spotted multiple glass enclosures in the closet in a shelf like structure.
“Hey Chris what is this?” I pointed at the enclosures carful not to break them. The human walked over to me.
“These are my pets!, over here we have some blue death feigning beetles” he pointed at the glass box with sand, rocks and twigs and logs. There were blue insects walking around and exploring their enclosure.
“In this one I have my black scorpion he’s hiding right there!” He pointed at the wooded enclosure and I saw this big dark insect with a stinger tail and huge claws. Obviously a fellow predator.
“And in this one it’s just a couple isopods and springtails” I looked really close and saw the tiny creatures moving around in the moss.
He then closed his closet and started to look for something in one of his drawers. He then pulled out this small remote and pressed a button.
“Holy it’s wonderful!” There we’re lights lining up the walls that lit with a blue light. The entire room was a shade of blue until Chris turned the lights off.
“I’m hungry I’m going to go cook something” I watched as Chris exited the room and headed towards the kitchen and I followed after.
I watched as the human pulled out a bag of these pink Pattie’s and placed them on this small grill he plugged in the wall.
He then put two patties and started to grill them. After a while he was done and handed me one of the Pattie’s.
I took a bite of the charred meat. It was so delicious and the juiciness of it all was so overwhelming that I actually bleated in excitement.
Chris looked at me in surprise as he chewed on the meat. I guess it’s true that humans eat meat.
I got worried for a second that I had frightened him but soon he just smiled and kept eating what he called a pork burger.
When my huntress daughter Vila gets home after school she is going to love him. Oh yeah that’s right Vila and I agreed to adopt Chris because we thought it would be a nice challenge in our life.
Apparently I would have to enroll Chris into one of the local schools. I am worried about what the students would do to him.
I’ll have to worry about that later. All I need to do for now is make sure everything goes ok with Vila and Chris.
We headed to the living room and sat on the couch together. Watching tv while eating our pork burgers.

Hey!
I'm 26 years old, l'm based out of the UK and I'm looking for someone within a similar timezone. MY IRL friends are either busy, have different schedules or straight up don't play games. I'm sick and tired of playing games solo or with randoms so I thought I'd go on a search for a partner, companion, comrade.
A few fun facts about me.
- I work in IT
- I'm chill and down to earth but I can be rather competitive
- Just like everyone I tried becoming a MC Youtuber a life time ago.
- I love a good TV show and I watch quiet a few of them. I've just finished Mayans, Blindspot and now I'm watching Graceland and the blacklist.
- I'm a huge gamer, I've got a vast steam library and a few game subs. I play everything from RPG's like World of Warcraft to hardcore FPS's like Escape from Tarkov. And I put effort into being above average if not good at these games.
I would love someone to play some chill coop games or action games.
- I'm not a huge fan of the cartoon esports games most people like. I.e Dota, LoL, Overwatch, Valorant, Fortnite, PUBG.
I'm looking for someone who is open to playing new games and who likes to play a variety of games.
Drop a line below about yourself and your Discord# and I'll be in touch :)

Having polled the community last week. It has been decided that the playthrough will be streamed, and, if I have the time/energy, I will post highlights and bossfights. Now, what must be decided is when the streams will be held, at the moment, I am thinking of streaming once or twice a week as I do have a lot going on, and will have even more once classes begin again in the fall. However, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday are the most likely candidates, however, I have not settled on a time. During the summer, I am clear most of the day, however after classes begin I won't be able to stream till about 8:00 PM UTC, till November, or some time in November, at which point it will be switched to 9:00 PM UTC, I believe. I apologise in advance for any inconvinience this may cause.
Fair warning to all who plan to watch, I am an ameture when it comes to streaming and content creation, so don't come expecting greatness.
My Twitch: twitch.tv/defenderterrarian
The plan right now is to start streaming next week, so keep an eye out for that. I will probably put an announcement here in the subreddit for the first few streams, and if the schedule needs to be changed for some reason.
Thank you.

But it definitely needed two, maybe four more episodes. I’ve seen a lot of people say this season was 2 combined into one, but I just don’t think you could have got two seasons out of the jail storyline, and the John storyline
I’m sure there is a lot of thing bill wants to do, and is excited by more than Barry, But I don’t think doing this story in 8 episodes was the best idea either. I’m sure there is a lot I don’t understand, and getting extra episodes might be a lot to ask from a studio (with release schedules and all), but in a perfect world, this was a ten episode season.
even though it maybe wasn’t perfect for me, I still really enjoyed most of it, and it’s still far better than most tv shows I’ve watched. Super excited for what bill does next

I’m in a bit of a weird spot. Maybe I’m overthinking but would like some advice. To be 100% honest I haven’t been in a serious relationship in a long long time, so I’m basically starting over. If it helps. I’m 24 (M) and she’s 28 (F).
I matched with someone of Facebook dating last Wednesday. We talked quite a bit Wednesday night and a good bit on Thursday.
She is a single mom, works 2 jobs, and is going to online school for her doctorate. Very very busy.
I thought our conversations went good we had quite a bit in common with our careers, interests, religion, etc. She told me I was really sweet and funny.
She told me on Wednesday that she works insane hours Thursday-Sunday and that she drives somewhere for the weekend for her second job.
So Thursday I send a goodnight message and fall asleep. She replies while I’m sleeping. Friday when I wake up, I reply to it. A few hours late she sends me something back replying to my message and reminding me that she had crazy hours the weekend.
I replied back to her telling her that it was no big deal and that I hoped she had a good day along with a meme. I sent one message later about a tv show she recommended and I started watching and then a goodnight message.
Saturday all I sent was a TikTok the reminded me of her and goodnight. Sunday I said nothing. Today (when she should be back on a normal schedule) I texted her good morning.
She has not even opened any of my messages since her last message on Friday. Not even my reply. All on delivered.
And you know I’d probably just read this off to being ghosted if she hadn’t been so forward in our first conversations. She sent me her Facebook profile after only a few hours of talking and sent me a friend request so we could talk on messenger.
So do you all think this is just a case of she’s been super busy and hasn’t been able to talk — or do you all think I am getting ghosted. (She has been online on Facebook multiple times over the weekend - but she never been on for very long before getting off).

I've been lonely lately and missed having someone that I can game with and shoot the shit with throughout the night. I love just hanging out on discord and playing or talking about our day. Some of my all time games are stardew valley, rimworld, apex, TFT, and don't starve. As long as it's multiplayer though I'm down to play anything!
Now I am also looking for a girl that doesn't mind some flirting. I figure I'd be upfront about so there aren't any confusions. I'd want us to feel comfortable roasting each other one sec and flirty the next.
A little about me. I work at a hospital so my schedule can be all over the place sometimes. In my space time I love to watch nba, play games, binge watch tv. I love listening to songs from the 90s and 2000s but l can listen to almost any genre. Oh and I love making really bad jokes or puns. Talk to me long enough and I'll make you eyeroll for sure Also age and location don't really matter to me. So if you're interested drop me a message

Another rain delayed race, another instance of YouTubeTV not recording the rescheduled event. The Xfinity race from Saturday and the Cup race from Sunday were both rained out and rescheduled for today. I was traveling and when I got back home I sat down to watch the re-scheduled Xfinity race. It wasn't recorded.
Come on, why does this keep happening? Every time. Without fail. Other rescheduled events seem to get picked up OK, but rescheduled NASCAR races... nope. And don't tell me it's a guide data problem. It's literally right there in the guide. Just not set to record like the other Xfinity and Cup events I have set to record.

Important: Voice Memo/Note/Message and NOT voice call
I'm on the hunt for a voice memo partner, someone who understands the beauty of audio communication in this fast-paced digital world. But why settle for voice memos when there are voice chats, you might ask? Well, let me enlighten you!
Picture this: amidst the chaos of your busy life, you receive a delightful voice memo, like a personalized audio surprise, ready to be savored whenever you have a moment. No more scheduling conflicts, no awkward interruptions—just pure, unadulterated thoughts and musings exchanged through the airwaves.
About me: busy professional male, in 30s, cosmopolitan, impossible to offend, and with an insatiable appetite for varied interests. From experimenting in the kitchen to dabbling in sewing and crocheting, I'm all about hands-on creativity. Movies used to be my jam, but TV shows now rule my screen. Let's ditch the scheduling nightmare and indulge in the charm of voice memos instead. Ready to join me on this audio adventure? Let's chat, one memo at a time! 🎧✉️

Hello everybody! My name is Zach AKA CannabisJutsu. I stream primarily auto battler games over at CannabisJutsu - Twitch and would love to see some new faces! Our schedule is a bit all over the place, but will hopefully become more regular as I have gotten a new job with better hours. I return all follows and try to lurk to help fellow streamers in their journey to affiliate. We are currently at 1.61 average viewers and any sort of support would be greatly appreciated. Thank you so much everybody and have a wonderful day!

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AN: Welcome to the finale of Monsters for Mental Health May! Thank you to everyone who voted. Apologies that it's a bit on the short side; I just got back from my trip and boy, are my arms tired! This one might be in the running for The Great Script Rewrite (pending). I'd love to expand on the half-dragon's character. Anyway, please enjoy ^-^
Google Doc
Usage:
- Okay for monetization
- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)
- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.
Synopsis: In a modern fantasy setting, the listener has trouble sleeping due to insomnia. Their roommate, a tsundere half-dragon just back from a grueling double shift, helps them finally fall asleep.
Key:
[SFX and Action]
(.) Short Pause
(...) Longer pause
(Voice instruction)
Word Count: 990
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[Footsteps]
HALF-DRAGON:
(Exhausted) Ugghh... Gods, I hate evening shift. 'M always dead afterwards.
[Muffled TV noises]
[Footsteps stop]
Tch, really? They left the TV on again? They're so damn absent-minded.
[Door unlocks, opens, closes, and locks again]
(Surprised) Oi. The hell are you doing up? It's, like, two AM. Don't you have commissions due?
(.)
How could I not? You haven't shut up about it.
(.)
(Slightly irritated) Yeah, well. I do listen. And I would like to not listen to that damn TV all night. So, shut it off and go to bed.
[TV turns off]
(.)
I don't care if you sleep or not, just go to your room and be quiet. I just had a shift from the depths of hell and if I don't get some rest, I'm going to lose my shit.
(.)
Listen. You're my roommate, so I tolerate you to an extent. But you do not want to get between a dragon and their sleep.
(.)
(Growls) Half dragon. Quit nitpicking! What is your deal tonight? You're normally so chill - which is why I chose you as my roommate by the way - the hell is your damage?!
(.)
Oh, for fu- there's nothing to be scared of! I put up wards! You know I did!
Look, if I check the magic wards, will you finally let me rest?
(.)
Fine, I'll put one on your door.C'mon.
[Footsteps]
(Whispers) Tu...tela
[Claws scraping on wood]
There. Go to bed.
(.)
Then get a glass of water. Quietly. Goodnight.
(Sigh) What is it now?
(.)
There are blankets in the closet. Problem solved.
(.)
What?! What more could you possibly want?!
(.)
(Sigh) Shit.
Look, don't - I didn't mean - I ... Ugh. I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have yelled. I just... I had an awful day at work.
(.)
No, you're right; it's not an excuse. I'm sorry. But I'm too tired for guessing games right now. Why don't you want to go to bed?
(.)
Insomnia...You never told me about that.
(.)
Uh, because I'm your roommate? You ever think that you being up all hours of the night might affect my sleep schedule?
(.)
No, I'm not going to find another roommate. I don't want another roommate. Idiot. I'm going to help you.
(.)
What do you usually do when you can't sleep?
(.)
Suffer? Shit, okay. No wonder you act so out-of-it. You're always tired.
(.)
You do too! You leave the peanut butter out and I always have to nag you to get your clothes out of the dryer. I just figured you were an airhead.
(.)
You're still a hell of a lot better than other roommates I've had. At least you haven't set anything on fire... yet.
(.)
Heh, sorry. But seriously. Going too long without sleep isn't healthy, dingus. Next time something's bothering you, just come to me, got it?
(.)
Yeah, really. I don't keep you around for the hell of it, you know.
(.)
It means... Well, it means....
(.)
(Growl) Don't make me say it!
(.)
Obviously I like you, idiot! I wouldn't live with you if I didn't. I... enjoy being your roommate. And if something's wrong, you need to come to me for help.
(.)
Because I said so! Anyway... let's find a way to get you to sleep.
(.)
Nah, I don't have any sleep magic. Not my thing. We might have some tea in the back of the cupboard.
(.)
Already had some, hm? Okay. Have you tried a warm bath?
(.)
Alright, check that off the list. Oh, I know! There are these, uh, audio stories for sleep online. Like, narrations and stuff. What about that?
(.)
Not even that works. Damn. Uh... Well, do you know what's causing your insomnia? Stress? Maybe you eat too much junk. I know you have a sweet tooth.
(.)
Huh? What'd ya say?
(.)
Scared and what? Little louder.
(.)
Lonely...? Ah. Oh. Hmph. Well...
(.)
(Hesitantly) Maybe I can... stay in your room. On the floor. If it means I can sleep.
(.)
Where the hell else would I sleep?
(.)
D-don't be ridiculous! Why would - I mean, you - I can't sleep in your bed!
(.)
Because that's - we aren't dating. It'd be weird. Besides, you probably kick in your sleep.
(.)
Oh, yeah, you totally do. I can tell.
(.)
Aw, c'mon. Don't give me those eyes.
(.)
(Growls) ....Fine. But kick me once and I'm going back to my room. Now c'mon. I just finished a double shift and I'm about to pass out.
[Door opens]
Um. What the hell? Where am I supposed to sleep?
(.)
I mean your bed is overrun with stuffed animals. I don't know how you expect to fit on there, let alone the both of us.
(.)
Look, if you want me to sleep with - uh, next to you, then you need to shove some of these things aside.
(.)
(Sarcastic) Sorry. Friends. You'll need to shove some of these friends aside.
(.)
A little more.
(.)
There.
[Blankets shift]
Go to sleep, roomie.
[Blankets shift]
[Blankets shift]
[Blankets shift]
Be. Still.
(.)
(Sigh) What's wrong?
(.)
Yeah, well, there isn't room for me and your big teddy. Cuddle one of your smaller plushies.
(.)
Arm support? Geez, you're so high-maintenance. Fine. Come here.
(.)
Because I'm letting you wrap an arm around me. Obviously.
(.)
Yeah, I'm sure. Get over here.
[Blankets shift]
(.)
Of course I'm warm. I'm a half-dragon.
(.)
Quit fidgeting. Just... curl up to my chest.
(.)
There, comfortable?
(.)
Good.
(.)
Nah, it's not weird. It's actually... nice. Heh, your breath kinda tickles.
(.)
It doesn't bother me. Go to sleep, roomie.
(.)
You're still tense.
(.)
Hey, it's okay. How about this? Let me trace my claws down your back real gentle... There, just focus on how that feels. I'm going to wrap my tail around you now. Like a weighted blanket.
(.)
There we go. I've gotcha.
(.)
Gettin' sleepy?
(.)
Good. Hey, before you go to sleep I gotta tell you something. It's important.
(.)
You totally owe me breakfast in the morning. I'm thinking pancakes.
(.)
(Chuckles) Okay, okay. I'll help make it.
(.)
...Yeah, I can stay with you tomorrow night, too.
(.)
Goodnight, roomie.
END

#3 Notre Dame Fighting Irish (12-2-0) vs #1 Duke Blue Devils (16-2-0)

GAME DETAILS:
Location: Philadelphia Lincoln Financial Field
Schedule: May 29 — 1:00 p.m. ET
TV: ESPN
Live Stats: UND.com
Twitter Updates: @NDlacrosse

Overwatch Contenders 2023 Spring Series: Europe: Playoffs

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Schedule

Time	Team 1				Team 2		Match Page
16:00	Twisted Minds		3-1		Team Peps
16:00	Triple Esports		3-0		SrPeakCheck
16:00	Ex Oblivione		3-0		Raspberry Racers
16:00	AWW YEAH		2-2		Sheer Cold
17:30	Team Peps				SrPeakCheck
17:30	Raspberry Racers				TBD

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