Undealt Puns

I battle with this fear daily. I have cptsd. I feel there are too many layers of trauma to all be dealt with in this lifetime. I do struggle a lot with toxic shame and may be mixing up the traumatic things that happened to me with who I am as a person. It seems illogical to think this way but my brain is obsessed with the possibility. I feel rushed to get my trauma sorted out and to put myself back together the best I can before I face death... this is weighing heavy on my soul.

Edit: maybe not a literal hell. But a hellish realm my consciousness could get stuck in.

A little background about me and the dog. First off I have been playing dungeons and dragons for about 2 years at this point (this is semi important later). My father and mother separated when I was in the 2nd or 3rd grade he quickly found himself in a new relationship. For the most part I liked my step mom and step brother but most importantly I loved her dogs. One was a Japanese Akita and the other one that I ended up bonding to was an American standard Akita. One wasn't too fond of me but the other loved attention from ANYONE and she loved to be loved. This dog was my companion every time I was there. I have a lot of emotional trauma she saved me from myself and from my fathers horrible attitude towards me. Though I didn't see her extremely often, aside from when I lived there for a while, I was attached to that dog more than any other animal or person in my life.

January of 2020 my dad called me after we hadn't talked in a while he told me she had a non cancerous tumor and fluid in her lungs. Either we put her down and end the pain and struggle or spend money no one had on a surgery that would make her live a few more months with insanely low quality of life. The answer was obvious, they took an appointment date to put her down and end her suffering. I was the only one could bear to stay as she was officially given the shot I wasn't gonna let her die alone without me. I held onto her and cried as I whispered affirmations to my personal angel until they told me she was officially gone. They carried her out so they could bury her on her ex's property since they couldn't afford to cremate her. She kept the pawprint and her collar. I had no part of one of the only things in my life showing me the unconditional love I never had. She was gone and all I had were a few pictures I took that morning. My friends had given me one day to cry to myself until I kept getting pressured constantly to go play D&D. It was framed as coping and for my best interest. Being an introverted person with BPD who had lost the one loving consistent thing in my life it was not for my best interest. Only a few months later I had adopted a puppy in hopes she would help but I have never formed a full bond with her, don't get me wrong I love her but it's nothing like my step moms dog... I didn't know how to cope then and it still affects me a lot does anyone know how I can get over this pain so I can actually be closer to my current puppy? Thank you in advance <3

I'm a child of an immigrant and even tho my mom's okay-ish now. She was really unhinged and had terrible things happen to her as a kid and even tho she was 'better' than her parents (not beating my brother and I everyday or burning us everyday/sexual assualt like how her parents did her ) she's still ended up hurting my brother and I. Both psychologically and physically.

Everyone deserve help but no child deserves to deal with the aftermath of undealt trauma. Traumatized people are not monsters, however they most likely are not the best candidates for children. I've seen people say that children can be 'healing' but it's selfish to place that responsibility on a child. Fix yourself first.

Also this isn't classist babies are more expensive than multiple therapy and medications.

https://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow/watch/trump-admin-ignoring-dire-covid-19-situation-in-us-nursing-homes-81919045542

My last trip was on NYE and the days prior I thought about what I want to face while tripping. I got dumped which took a toll on my mental well-being, I have a shallow unsatisfying relationship to my father, insecurities and some other minor things and wanted to be aware of those to be able to be ready for whatever my subconscious throws at me while tripping. But there was nothing. I just had a good time that evening, not thinking too deeply about anything. It felt kinda disappointing because I always expect myself and the acid to find something out or solve an inner struggle during an experience. When I took the 1h train ride home, I was already sobered up and thought about all the things I thought I would deal with during the trip and just quickly came up with reasonable solutions to satisfy the need of having solved "a problem".

I don’t know if I want to try and stop that thinking now because I can have a nice experience without the trip being a lesson at the same time or if I should keep expecting acid to help me get through unprocessed things. If you’re the same, were the same or experienced something similar: how would you go about it? :)

Happy new year everyone, btw!

A major source of my anxiety is knowing I have tasks to do for work (I run my own business) that are unpleasant, and I put them off and then my anxiety worsens. I have downloaded an app called TickTick which helps prioritize tasks, gives me reminders (I often forget what needs to get done), but I still am putting off tasks. It's not procrastination exactly--it's more anxiety prevents me from getting started on tasks that probably wont be that bad once i start, and i know i will feel a lot better when they're done.

Any helpful approaches that anyone has found?

I know this place is turning pretty right wing (I have spent my life in very liberal/leftist circles), so maybe not so controversial, but after living abroad I have come to realize how much over-reaction is in US politics, and how most of the time people aren't actually responding properly to whatever incident has taken place and instead essentially projecting all of the past ills of our country onto isolated individuals and incidents, as if they are personally responsible for them, which is incredibly unfair.

A classic example I just saw was that a woman with some position of power posted that she was so angry about COVID that she couldn't eat Chinese food anymore (here is an article with her exact tweet: https://www.brooklynpaper.com/brooklyn-dem-leader-draws-heat-after-anti-chinese-anti-palestinian-twitter-posts/). Now yeah, that's just a dumb thing to say, but people of intelligent minds can understand China is a country and being angry at them about their slow disclosure about COVID is understandable. Instead, hundreds of people are doxing her about how this is just a reminder and continuation of the violence and discrimination that asian people have faced in the United States for centuries and perpetuates the xenophobic narrative of Chinese as the "always other".

Those things are true- but is it really fair to project all of that onto this person's tweet? this person has apologized twice and now resigned.

This extends to so many things, where it just does not feel like the anger/retribution is in alignment with whatever acts people are purporting to punish or call out, like calling all white people 'settlers', or acting like practicing yoga is the same as colonizing India.

The things that have happened in the past are objectively awful - slavery, colonization, imperialism, and whoever had those things happen to them has a right to be angry - but I think society is essentially accepting that it's okay to pour the weight of those injustices onto minor infractions

In her short time at Camp, she's learned a lot of things about herself, and better yet, her father. Needless to say, crossing the barrier then being told you're a child of a God isn't the best thing. Atleast to Blake that is. She's been told to accept it, and she's trying. So, she wanted to try and do some, what she calls now, "demigod stuff.". Which is actually trying to use that summoning ability of hers.

Ever since she first summoned that small sword at the dinner table, with her mom, was terrifying. She was scared for it to happen again. But also..intrigued in a strange way. She wanted to understand the weapon, but feared it at the same time. Overall, she didn't have the best relationship with this sword.

And it's not like it was talking to her. It was just freaky to the young daughter of Ares. But no matter, here she was, trying to summon it again.

She first was watching other demigods in the Arena, practicing sparring and she felt excitement rush through her as she tried to summon that weapon once more. However, to no avail. And of course that frustrated Blake, so much so that she cussed. And a little loudly at that.

The girl would stomp off, in an angry, tantrum like behavior. She had her arms crossing her arms as she grumbled. It was still so new to Blake, and her powers were still manifesting. But it still was annoying!

She'd find her way, to the Canoe Lake. Just in attempt to douse her endless inner flames. She'd pick up rocks, ones which she found were scattered, and start throwing them into the water

Everytime Blake would throw a rock, she would quietly swear to herself.

I have just been crying because I realized my whole life has been men using me sexually or completely rejecting me and it hurts so bad. I was raped and abused growing up and never had counselling. I have never been in a relationship and every sexual encounter I had has been forced. It hurts me because I can't even find anyone who wants to date me or even take a chance on me [28F]. Why did God bring me here?? So that he can get a kick out of my misery??

I no longer find joy in anything anymore. I don't eat, I just sleep and listen to music. It is so embarrassing for me to feel this. I feel so embarrassed for wanting love and these things. It's pure agony. I feel emotionally homeless. An emotional beggar. Being in my body pains my soul. I am even squeezing my toes out of sheer agony of it all.

I feel really depressed and it has caused me to smoke a lot of weed. I don't even talk to people anymore. I just keep my distance. I am so sad and lonely. At work at hang out in the bathroom and just sit there and stare at the wall in the cubicle until my break is over.

I don't even know how to write this post I am just at a loss for words...

Yes, as the title suggests my players did indeed spend two hours in a single room of my dungeon during our last session. Before I get into why they spent two hours in this room, let me start by saying that this room was empty. There was no puzzle to solve, no items to find, no enemies to fight, and there was not one, but two obvious exits to the room. That also doesn’t include the entrance they had come in through.

So, you may be wondering why? Why did they take so long to move past this room? Well, this was a combination of several factors. Kind of a lesson to be learned from in the future about what you put in front of your players and when you do so.

Firstly, I should point out that while this was technically the first room. It was the first room of the second floor of a more expansive dungeon. A wizard’s tower which the party had spent all of last session fighting their way through to get to that point, and had just defeated a boss when we left off. So, they were actually sitting in the boss room from the previous session. A puppet like construct boss which was particularly nasty what with having four arms, four weapons, and two faces each with their own initiative. So, the party was hurting on hit points, and had blown a fair amount of their spell slots. Given the situation they decided to have a short rest to heal up a bit. Which was just fine, nothing I didn’t expect there.

The rest also gave them time to switch out their party members since one of the members a Centaur Paladin we didn’t have last time was with them now, while one that they did have last session an Elf Ranger was not playing that day. So, I simply used that rest time to say that the Ranger ran back the way they came and pointed the Paladin in the right direction to catch up to the party.

This is where I made a mistake. You see the party had come across a magical artifact in the lower floor of the tower. A Very Moveable Rod. Those who’re well versed in D&D will know that an Unmovable Rod is a very popular and powerful item that looks kind of like a cane with a horse head on the end and a single button. Pressing the button will cause the Rod to become magically transfixed in place, effectively becoming unmovable unless you can either beat a DC30 strength check or apply upwards of 8000 pounds of force on the Rod. This item wasn’t that however, this was a Very Moveable Rod.

For some context the person who controlled the tower the party was in was a 200+ year old artificer with

As with many fans of the series, I love the Night's Watch storyline. I love it because it deals with the others, I love it because the Wall is so fantastical and magical, and most of all, I love it because of the amazing side characters. Dolorous Edd and his dry humor, the Old Bear with his fatherly acceptance of Jon Snow, vicious and icky Craster, sly Mance Rayder, booming Thormund, stupid sexy Satin, and the brave whores of Mole's Town. But there's one character that I just can't help but be put off by, for one specific quote that the fandom so loves to regurgitate.

Donal fuckin' Noye, and his metaphor for the Baratheon brothers.

>"Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He'll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he's copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day." -Donal Noye, Jon I, ACOK

Donal Noye served as the main smith for Storm's End. He forged the warhammer that Robert Baratheon used to kill Rhaegar Targaryen at the Battle of the Trident. He forged Stannis Baratheon's first sword. He fought in Robert's Rebellion, where he took a wound at the Siege of Storm's End. This wound would eventually fester, necessitating the amputation of Noye's arm. Following this, Noye departs for the Night's Watch. This happens in the year 283 AC.

In the year 283 AC, Robert Baratheon is 21 years old, Stannis is 19 years old, and Renly is 5 years old.

In order to understand why Donal Noye has no idea what he's talking about, we must contextualize the above quote with the fact that Noye has not seen the Baratheon boys in 16 years.

At the age of 21, Robert Baratheon was a human ripped straight from the storybooks. He was tall, strong, and wielded a weapon thought to be wildly impractical to the average man. He was simply cut from a different cloth. And, beyond that, he was leading a rebellion against a dynasty with a long history of rulers who destabilize the realm with delusional acts of entitlement and desperation. In the eyes of anyone who saw him at the time, Robert was true steel.

At the age of 19 years old, Stannis Baratheon was living in the shadow of his older brother. The two have an apathetic relationship full of slights and standoffishness. When Robert begins his rebellion, Stannis serves as the castellan of Storm's End, which becomes besieged by Targaryen loyalist forces for the better part of a year. During the siege, Stann

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

the grace that tommy fell in love with wasnt real- he fell in love with the working class barmaid, not a woman of high society. When they got married, you can see there is a large rift there, and I think the marriage would have eventually fallen apart had we gotten to see it continue. If not just for plots sake, theres no way tommy was going to give up his illegal endeavors- it doesn't make sense for his character OR the plot. Grace literally could not be his endgame purely because the show would end if he actually quit crime.

I do think he loved her in his tommy way, but i dont think she was his one true love or anything. I think after the war, tommy became so preoccupied with power and getting higher, that true love as we think of it today is kind of off the table for him.

i think the ghost grace we see later is not actually a representation of grace herself, but of his guilt, internal conflicts, and undealt with mental health issues. After he gets over the mourning of grace in season 3, we basically dont see her in season 4, which would imply he has moved on.

but then suddenly in season 5, when his mental health is the worst its been, he starts seeing her. This grace is nothing like the real grace, which is why i think she is just symbolism for his own issues, instead of him actually still mourning over grace.

Do your worst!

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

They’re on standbi

Pilot on me!!

Nothing, he was gladiator.

Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.

This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.

If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.

Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.

This is going to be really long, but I hope you read this. It will help. I apologize ahead of time but I will need to lay out some lengthy ground work.

I have had 3 serious long term relationships ruined by ADHD. The real problem was that I didn’t realize what I was dealing with, and while the demise of my relationships was the result of ADHD, it was not the actual ADHD that did me in. I was diagnosed with ADHD at 10 years old, took medication for a short time until I was taken off of it by my mother who was concerned for how it effected me, and how I used it as an excuse to get into more trouble. I would say I couldn’t control myself when I forgot my medicine. Fast forward 30 years.

Lived day in and day out with ADHD well into adulthood (didn’t seek help again until I was 45) without realizing that the symptoms I was living with were not normal for the general population. I even told myself that I out grew the ADHD. That set me up for destruction in my relationships in ways that I was unaware of and couldn’t have dreamed of.

Because of the hyperactivity I had as a kid, the overwhelming (for others) forgetfulness, the daydreaming, the struggle with school and instructions, combined with hyperfocus at inopportune times, I received CONSTANT criticism. I was always told things like I was self centered, I was stupid (though I wasn’t), that I wasn’t trying hard enough, that I wasn’t normal and never would be normal (from a school psychologist to my mom), that I would never amount to anything and that I would be a bum (from my dad at 12 years old, yeah awesome- became successful anyway), I was told that I could tell you everything there was to know about my favorite sports teams and all of their stats so I could apparently focus, but that I cared more about those things and I didn’t care as much about the people I loved. If I did I would put the same kind of attention and focus on them. I was always really misunderstood and I felt it acutely. This was all happening during my formative years and played a MASSIVE role in developing my identity and self worth.

As a result, I internalized all of that criticism as who I was. This was what the mirror of the world was reflecting back to me every day. I lived with criticism at home, at school, and with my friends/peers. The guilt, the shame, the feeling like I wasn’t as good or as likable as everybody else was a mountain of emotional and psychological pain I lived with 24/7 with very little reprieve.

I matured some

What did 0 say to 8 ?

" Nice Belt "

So What did 3 say to 8 ?

" Hey, you two stop making out "

I won't be doing that today!

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This morning, my 4 year old daughter.

Daughter: I'm hungry

Me: nerves building, smile widening

Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.

She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.

Thank you all for listening.

There hasn't been a post all year!

You take away their little brooms

Why

It’s pronounced “Noel.”

When I got home, they were still there.