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2024.04.29 02:32 Mother-Paper-5008 Starting a small Cottage Food Bakery,any marketing suggestions?
I’ve just recently in the last 2/3 weeks put most of my time into this little business and of course,marketing and advertising is a bit slow especially with me having little experience with anything similar previously and this being very very new.
Before I’ve done variety sweet boxes for big holidays which have done good to my standards even the smaller ones but I’ve kept my time primarily centered on a job I had at a local restaurant but that’s been going down hill as my boss,I love her ,bless her heart but things go back and forth from new head chefs every month or couple months,schedule changes and other inconsistencies ,I always adapted to and did my best ,put in my all but I really don’t think I’m going to reap what I’ve sown here ,I’ve felt that way for some time.
So,I still work there a couple days a week(I was already on very low hours so nothing new,I’m comfortable with my currently saving so I’m ok with that while I’m starting my business)
Currently my only advertising starting out is through Facebook( I live in a small town and thats where most small businesses make their plans and schedules known and everyone local is on there)and Instragam My question is primarily how would you guys navigate and center your time into these social medias or something else I also will be going to local and out of town farmers market,I would’ve done so already but the first one I tried a couple days ago was canceled the evening before for bad weather. I’ll definitely be trying to sell sweets in person at local businesses that allow soliciting as well soon.
I really appreciate any advice left as it’s kinda daunting for me trying this very young and I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time and I plan to make this my career.
TLDR: Small baking businesses from home,just started putting most of my time into it in the last couple weeks,not sure where to focus my advertising and marketing through Facebook(good for reaching to locals) or Instagram (Better I assume for reaching further people). Also will be attending in person events like farmers markets to help get a name out aside from online orders.
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Before I’ve done variety sweet boxes for big holidays which have done good to my standards even the smaller ones but I’ve kept my time primarily centered on a job I had at a local restaurant but that’s been going down hill as my boss,I love her ,bless her heart but things go back and forth from new head chefs every month or couple months,schedule changes and other inconsistencies ,I always adapted to and did my best ,put in my all but I really don’t think I’m going to reap what I’ve sown here ,I’ve felt that way for some time.
So,I still work there a couple days a week(I was already on very low hours so nothing new,I’m comfortable with my currently saving so I’m ok with that while I’m starting my business)
Currently my only advertising starting out is through Facebook( I live in a small town and thats where most small businesses make their plans and schedules known and everyone local is on there)and Instragam My question is primarily how would you guys navigate and center your time into these social medias or something else I also will be going to local and out of town farmers market,I would’ve done so already but the first one I tried a couple days ago was canceled the evening before for bad weather. I’ll definitely be trying to sell sweets in person at local businesses that allow soliciting as well soon.
I really appreciate any advice left as it’s kinda daunting for me trying this very young and I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time and I plan to make this my career.
TLDR: Small baking businesses from home,just started putting most of my time into it in the last couple weeks,not sure where to focus my advertising and marketing through Facebook(good for reaching to locals) or Instagram (Better I assume for reaching further people). Also will be attending in person events like farmers markets to help get a name out aside from online orders.
2024.04.29 02:25 Yisevery1nuts Can someone clarify the most recent COVId guidance re: transmission, please.
Son had symptoms Tuesday, tested positive Friday, tested negative tonight (Sunday). Fever free, mild cough. We have a trip planned Wednesday but I’m high-risk and cannot decipher the guidance around whether I am safe to be around him yet. He’s an adult, we do not reside together. These are home test, not PCR.
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2024.04.29 02:13 mirpurr Dad Passed Away. Need help dealing with the "Ex-Wife" / Estate
Hello!
I feel like I'm in a soap opera so feel free to grab some popcorn before reading.
Mid-February my dad passed away after battling cancer. We thought his bladder cancer was in remission after chemo and radiation, but it came back at stage 4 with a vengeance and took him quickly.
A few things about my dad - A medically retired CAF member. He was in the Navy until a work related accident left him unable to work. - He suffered debilitating back pain since 1996 when he was discharged from the Navy. He continued to work at a Canadian Forces Ammunition Depot until his back got so bad he had to medically retire from all work. - He was medically diagnosed with Major Depression Disorder and memory loss (I have his medical records)
About the relationship: - my dad married a woman, I'll call her J, in 2011 They sold my dad's house and moved in together around 2009 - they separated in 2016 - she apparently filed divorce papers, but my dad never signed. I couldn't find any papers to support this. - he signed over the house to her in 2016 for $1 in a quit claim deed (I have these papers - found after his death) - he moved to Calgary in 2018
Prior to his death my dad kept telling my brother and I that he wasn't sure if he ever divorced. He wasn't sure what happened to the house. He was confused and did not have J's contact information. I managed to track J down on Facebook the day before my dad passed.
After my dad passed, I let her know. She told me that "oh, we have a joint bank account. His pay got deposited into it and our mortgage came out of it when we shared the house. But I'll go check and if there is any money in it, I'll send it to you."
I don't think she thought she would find close to $14,000 in there though, because 3 weeks after his death, she drained the account and closed it.
This was my dad's only bank account. And his only assets to his estate besides a 2015 jeep. I have paid for all funeral home costs and legal fees out of pocket. Meanwhile she is entitled to his CAF pension, regular pension and survivor benefit through Veteran's Affairs. In addition to the house he basically gave her.
I now need to find if the divorce was ever finalized. I'm having a hard time doing this and aren't sure where to start as I've been getting a bit of a runaround.
Am I able to take her to court for this money if it was a joint account that she had never touched prior and they hadn't talked in almost 10 years? I can prove that my dad hadn't talked to her in years and that his memory has been declining for years. Can I at least sue her for funeral home reimbursement? I also have messages from her saying that she would give me this money and that she would never touch it.
At the very least can I send his remaining creditors towards her if they are still in fact "married"?
Thanks for reading.
Editing to add a vital piece of information: he had no will. I gained administration of the estate on April 16.
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I feel like I'm in a soap opera so feel free to grab some popcorn before reading.
Mid-February my dad passed away after battling cancer. We thought his bladder cancer was in remission after chemo and radiation, but it came back at stage 4 with a vengeance and took him quickly.
A few things about my dad - A medically retired CAF member. He was in the Navy until a work related accident left him unable to work. - He suffered debilitating back pain since 1996 when he was discharged from the Navy. He continued to work at a Canadian Forces Ammunition Depot until his back got so bad he had to medically retire from all work. - He was medically diagnosed with Major Depression Disorder and memory loss (I have his medical records)
About the relationship: - my dad married a woman, I'll call her J, in 2011 They sold my dad's house and moved in together around 2009 - they separated in 2016 - she apparently filed divorce papers, but my dad never signed. I couldn't find any papers to support this. - he signed over the house to her in 2016 for $1 in a quit claim deed (I have these papers - found after his death) - he moved to Calgary in 2018
Prior to his death my dad kept telling my brother and I that he wasn't sure if he ever divorced. He wasn't sure what happened to the house. He was confused and did not have J's contact information. I managed to track J down on Facebook the day before my dad passed.
After my dad passed, I let her know. She told me that "oh, we have a joint bank account. His pay got deposited into it and our mortgage came out of it when we shared the house. But I'll go check and if there is any money in it, I'll send it to you."
I don't think she thought she would find close to $14,000 in there though, because 3 weeks after his death, she drained the account and closed it.
This was my dad's only bank account. And his only assets to his estate besides a 2015 jeep. I have paid for all funeral home costs and legal fees out of pocket. Meanwhile she is entitled to his CAF pension, regular pension and survivor benefit through Veteran's Affairs. In addition to the house he basically gave her.
I now need to find if the divorce was ever finalized. I'm having a hard time doing this and aren't sure where to start as I've been getting a bit of a runaround.
Am I able to take her to court for this money if it was a joint account that she had never touched prior and they hadn't talked in almost 10 years? I can prove that my dad hadn't talked to her in years and that his memory has been declining for years. Can I at least sue her for funeral home reimbursement? I also have messages from her saying that she would give me this money and that she would never touch it.
At the very least can I send his remaining creditors towards her if they are still in fact "married"?
Thanks for reading.
Editing to add a vital piece of information: he had no will. I gained administration of the estate on April 16.
2024.04.29 02:10 leo-stotch My stalker stopped watching me and I need her back
I want to start off by saying that I don’t know exactly what I expect to get out of this. I think you might be able to help me, but I don’t really know how you could. Maybe you can’t. It’s the only option I have at this point, in any case. I don’t know what else to do. If you can’t help me, I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me anymore. I really need your help.
I’m a 911 dispatcher. Or, I was. I had been doing it for about 9 years now – it was a nice job. Well, one that puts food on the table, at the very least. I was good at it. Not a lot of people could take a job like that, but it was not too bad for me. Though there've been hundreds of dire events people have called for, it was rather uneventful for myself. I just sit in that room, answering call after call. Nothing much happens in that room. Nothing much happened to me in general. I had a pretty ordinary, uneventful life.
About a year ago, I’d say, this woman called in. No phone number. It happened, sometimes – our department spent our money on things other than an upgraded phone system… but that’s beside the point. She called in about a burglary that was about to happen in this rather poor part of town. She hung up pretty fast. I couldn’t get in a word, but, I don’t know, I guess I didn’t think too much of it.
It was not often that a person called in regarding something going to happen rather than something already happening. But, it happens sometimes. Sometimes people catch wind of a crime through word of mouth or see someone suspicious in their neighborhood before they do anything, and don’t know who else to call.
I thought that this was one of those instances, and handled it accordingly. I informed the police, and the police staked out the house that was supposed to get burglarized. Sure enough, a couple of guys tried to break into the place. They were caught before they could even get through the window they had broken open, from what I had heard.
A few days later, this woman called again. I thought her voice sounded familiar. She had this uniquely monotone voice. Emotionless. She sounded so familiar, but admittedly, I didn’t think too much of that, either. I guess I just heard too many voices… they all blurred together and sounded the same sometimes. Her number didn’t show up on the screen again. She called in about an assault. It hadn’t happened yet.
This felt odd to me. Assaults like this seemed like typically an in-the-moment thing. It usually was not planned ahead enough for someone else to know about it. I had a strange feeling about it, but she had hung up just as quickly as she had the first time, without letting me get a word in.
Of course, I informed the police again. The man was caught at the exact time and place that the woman on the call had said, trying to assault a woman on the street, and with a knife. It didn’t seem… premeditated. The news articles said that the man was drunk.
I was a little confused and actually pretty concerned – how did this woman on the phone know? But I didn’t have many options. Her calls didn’t come with a phone number, after all – I couldn’t just call her back to ask. That wasn’t part of my job, anyways. The police didn’t ask.
A couple weeks went by after that. Business as usual. Regular 911 calls – I don’t believe I heard that voice again once for that entire duration. I wish it had stayed that way.
She called again. Her voice struck me as familiar right off the bat this time. I recognized it, now. I knew it was her. This call, however, was far more concerning to me than the previous one. She said that my house was going to get broken into. She didn’t say it like that, she didn’t say that it was my house directly. She said that a house would get broken into, I asked her for the address, and the address that she gave me was mine. It took me a second to process this fully. It was so unexpected that my brain just took a second to click. I finally registered it – that this familiar sounding address was mine.
“What?”
But she had already hung up. Of course she had already hung up.
I sat there for a second, in shock. I couldn’t call her back, because of course her phone number hadn’t shown up again. We didn’t have a way of tracing calls or anything – we would need to get the police in for something like that. I didn’t have many options here. I did what I had done for the last two incidents – I informed the police, and they sent a cop to stake it out. I was still at work when it happened. Sure enough, a couple hours later, some guy tried to break in, and they caught him. They called me after the incident to inform me of this. It was my house after all.
I didn’t really know what to make of this. Not yet. I had recognized that woman as being the same woman from her previous two calls. It was already strange enough that she knew these crimes were going to happen beforehand each time, but it was too strange of a coincidence that one of the crimes happened to me. I didn’t know what to do. I guess I had hoped that it truly was just that – a coincidence. Just a strange coincidence.
Admittedly, I was scared to go home that night. I lingered at work for as long as I could, stalling for time – but, eventually, my boss made me leave. I drove home, probably going under the speed limit. I was a nervous wreck. The police caught the burglar – what was there to be scared of? I just couldn’t shake this ominous feeling off. About the caller. The woman. How did she know my house was going to get broken into? I tried to tell myself that perhaps she was just somehow well-informed of crimes. Maybe she knew some people, heard things through word of mouth, or something. I don’t know. But the ominous feeling wouldn’t go away.
When I arrived in my driveway, it was dark out. I always got home pretty late. I really did not want to step out of my car. I looked out all of my windows, squinting at the bushes and behind all my neighbor’s cars and fences for any sign of someone watching my home, or me. I don’t know why – again, I just… had a feeling.
I didn’t see anyone. After probably 20 minutes of this, I worked up the courage to step out. I finally left my car and went up to my house. Everything was fine, normal. No real sign of the burglary. The cop caught him before any real damage could be done, after all. The police had suggested I leave work when the actual attempt had happened, but I was so shaken up by the call – I told them I would come by the police station to talk about it the day afterwards. I guess I just wanted to be there – at the call station – in case she called again.
Anyways, I stepped inside. Nothing out of the ordinary. Of course, the burglar never actually got to go inside. I should have expected nothing to be out of place, but I checked everywhere anyway. I checked my closets, too. And under my bed. I was paranoid. No one had tried to break into my house before. I was pretty shaken up. I did not sleep well that night, if at all. I was happy to leave for work the next day. Anything to get out of there.
I was expecting another call from the woman the next day. Every time the phone rang, my heart sank a little. It was going to be her. But it never actually was.
The day went by like any normal day. I stopped by the police station afterwards. I needed to, anyways, to get some things sorted out regarding the burglar. But I told them about the incident, too, fully – I explained to them the strange caller. There wasn’t much they could do about it. It did not put me at ease, but I guess I was glad that they knew, too.
I didn’t sleep very well that night either. The days and nights went on like this for a while – expecting the woman each day, with every call, being paranoid in my own home. It was exhausting. But she never did call. Nothing ever did happen to me. I never looked out the window and saw a face staring back at me, watching my house, watching me. Things just went by as usual.
I chalked it all up to myself being paranoid. It was just a coincidence. That’s what I convinced myself. I convinced myself that nothing was unusual, that everything would be okay.
A couple months went by. I had practically forgotten about it all. She never called the 911 operating station again. I finished up one day, clocked out of work, grabbed a water bottle from the vending machine in the front lobby. I was about to step outside and head to my car when I got a phone call.
I took my phone out of my jacket and checked it – no number. Alright, I thought, it was probably a spam call, or something. Those usually didn’t come with a number, you know? Usually they said ‘Spam Caller,’ but, again, didn’t think too much of it. I declined it. I wasn’t one to answer spam calls. I reached for the door handle again. That’s when my phone started ringing again, too. I checked it. No number. That feeling from before – the ominous feeling – starting creeping back into me. I answered this time.
It was silent on the other line for a couple seconds, but those couple seconds went by for far too long as I stood there, silently, anticipating… something. I don’t know what.
Then she spoke. It was her. The caller from before. My blood ran ice cold. I paused, horrified. I recognized that voice, that tone, immediately. It was her.
She greeted me. She hadn’t done that before – which was not too unusual for a 911 call. People usually aren’t going to bother with greetings and pleasantries before telling me about their emergencies, after all. She didn’t either. But she greeted me this time.
“Hello,” she said, so simply, in that monotone voice of hers. I was so in shock, so taken aback and unprepared that I just could not get any words out after opening my mouth. There were a couple more awful seconds of silence before she continued on. “If you step outside, you will get hurt.”
She hung up. Just like that, she hung up. My jaw was still agape, wordless. I didn’t get to say a thing before she hung up. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was frozen in front of the glass door in front of me. If you step outside, you will get hurt?
I finally snapped out of it and quickly backed far away from the front door. I ducked into a nearby hallway, where the elevators were – away from any glass doors or windows. That was that woman from before. The caller. From the burglary incident. The one who knew. How did she know I was about to leave? Was she outside the building, watching me through the door? The timing was far, far too perfect. How did she find me? And what did she mean by ‘I will get hurt?’ If she really was out there, was she about to hurt me?
I stood in that hallway with the elevators for ages. I didn’t know what to make of the situation, but I sure as hell was not stepping outside. I didn’t know what to do. I was terrified. My legs were shaking, I could barely breathe. I tried to call her back, fearfully, but the call could not go through. Not without a number to call back to.
Finally, I called an elevator and went back up to where my coworkers were still getting ready to leave. I must have looked so scared – they were able to tell right off the bat that something was off. I told them what had happened, I told them about the incident a few months ago, too. I was lucky to have such sweet, caring coworkers.
One of them, a buddy, a coworker named Trevor, offered to walk with me outside. Trevor was a big guy. Strong. I felt a little safer with this idea. If this woman came up to me to hurt me, I was sure Trevor would be able to protect me. I was still scared, to be sure – but if Trevor was there, maybe we could safely find the caller and put a stop to this all.
We went back down the elevators – Trevor and I. I was still terrified. He went outside first. I didn’t want to linger too far behind. I didn’t want to be alone. I stuck close behind him and stepped outside as well.
The chill of the night air hit me fast. It was dark out, apart from the light shining from the sidewalk lanterns by the entrance and out of the upstairs windows, where some of my coworkers still were. They were probably watching us.
Nothing happened at first. Trevor and I both looked around, observing our surroundings, looking for her in the darkness. I stood beside him, still sticking rather close to the entrance.
Then… I heard a noise. It happened so fast. I didn’t have time to process anything. Trevor didn’t, either.
I looked beside me, at Trevor, just in time to watch an air conditioning unit fall from an upper floor, straight onto his head.
Trevor collapsed just as fast – as soon as it hit him. I heard a sickening noise – one of hard metal hitting soft flesh. Another, far louder noise rang through the air as the unit hit the ground. He laid there, sprawled out on the floor, completely unmoving, the AC beside his head.
I stared at his body in horror. He didn’t move. Of course he didn’t move. I was again frozen in place, shaking. I watched as his head started slowly bleeding dark crimson onto the concrete. It started pooling around the AC unit, started dripping off of the sidewalk and into the grass.
There was scrambling behind me, a door opening. I was pushed out of the way, still glued in place, and a couple of my coworkers surrounded Trevor’s body. Someone ran inside to call for an ambulance. I felt sick to my stomach. I vomited onto the concrete below me, but I couldn’t look away.
I didn’t realize until much later that night, after the entire incident was over and I was able to safely make it back home, after the paramedics took Trevor away, after we were told he had died on the spot – that I had gotten a single cut on my cheek. Some of the blood had trickled down from the cut, trickled down onto my jaw and dried there. I hadn’t even noticed. So much was going on. One of the sidewalk lanterns had burst when the unit hit the ground hard. The glass had cut my cheek.
I had gotten hurt. Trevor had gotten hurt. Would I have been the one hit by the AC unit if I hadn’t gotten that call? Surely not – it was horrific timing, but it fell on its own, didn’t it?
The woman had completely slipped my mind during the incident. I realized this later, too. Was she out there? Did she see it happen? Did she plan this somehow? How did she know?
I didn’t go to work the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. I was terrified, scared out of my mind. I stayed locked in my room, curtains shut. I didn’t know what to do. I constantly checked my phone, waiting for her to call again. I blamed myself for Trevor’s death, blamed the woman, blamed the police for not helping me find her.
I picked my phone up time and time again. I tried to find ways to call her back, scoured the internet for ways to figure out who called me. Nothing worked. I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t get any sleep. It was awful.
My boss came by after a couple weeks or so. He was kind. He knew the entire incident was horrifying for me. He let me stay home for a while on paid leave, no bothering me. It was considerate of him.
He came to check on me because I hadn’t been answering any calls. Not when there was a possibility I’d miss one from her if I did so. That was kind of him, too.
I let him in. I was hesitant. Opening the front door was scary, and the daylight behind him was blinding considering I had kept all my curtains closed for that entire 2 weeks. We sat on my couch.
He told me he understood how traumatizing the situation must have been for me. He told me he got it, and they were all sad about Trevor’s death, too, but I needed to come back into work again. I understood. I expected as much, when I saw him through the peephole. He offered a ride, said I could come back today. Said that maybe being around my other coworkers again might help.
I didn’t exactly want to. I felt… wrong about it. I felt as if leaving my house would open up opportunities for that woman to find a way to hurt me. Even moreso, I felt that being at work would increase my chances of missing her call.
I told him as much, but he said he would have to let me go if I didn’t come back to work. I wanted to refuse, but I didn’t have much of a choice. Part of me also wondered if perhaps answering calls there again could entice the woman to call again, instead. Maybe I won't freeze up this time. Maybe I could ask her immediately who she was, what she wanted. I hesitantly agreed, and accepted his invitation for a ride.
He stood back up, pleased. He asked if I needed any time to get ready, and I said I didn’t. He asked if he could use my bathroom first, and I said to go right ahead. As soon as I heard the bathroom door lock, I got the call.
No number. My stomach churned, but I was ready. My phone almost fell out of my hand in excitement. I answered, fast. My entire being was shaking. And there it was – that same voice. She said it just like how she had said it before.
“Hello.”
I didn’t hesitate this time.
“Who are you? What are you doing to me? How do you know?”
Silence. A few seconds of silence. I was on the edge of my seat, breathless, waiting.
“If you get in that car with him, you will die.”
She hung up as soon as she finished the final word.
“What? What are you saying to me? Come back!” I yelled into my phone, screaming hopelessly, even though she was no longer on the other line. No answers. I still knew nothing. Absolutely nothing.
My boss rushed back out of my bathroom, clearly concerned. He sat back down next to me, comforted me. I told him about what had happened. He searched my house with me, but we found nothing, no one. How could she have heard our conversation? How did she know I was about to leave with him?
He thought that maybe she had some sort of listening device on my phone. I didn’t even hesitate, I threw it at the wall, slammed it against the counter, cracking the glass. I turned it off, opened my front door, and threw it as hard as I could into the street.
I begged my boss not to go. He offered me a ride to the police station instead of work. I refused. If I get in that car with him, I will die. He called the police for me with his own phone before leaving. He waited with me until they arrived, then left for work. I begged him not to go, insisting that something would happen to him on the way. He had to get to work, though. He thought it was nonsense.
A car crash. A 3 car pile up – his was t-boned. It was fatal. They said it was a drunk driver. She couldn’t have known, but she knew. If I went with him, I would have been dead.
I was not going into work at that point. Again, the police could do nothing for me. The call was untraceable. Useless assholes.
I stayed home. I didn’t care. I needed to get to the bottom of this. I bought a new phone, I waited. I got them to put my old number, the one from the phone I had broken and tossed away, onto the new one. I checked it obsessively throughout each day, waiting for that call from her. I looked up different ways to immediately trace a call. I could try a couple right after a call had ended, if only she would call.
And she did. It was as if she somehow sensed my newfound resolve, my vigor. She started calling more often, predicting things for me. I had expected more death sentences, more warnings of a future demise, but it quickly became littler things. She would call, greet me in that same voice, that same old “hello”, and warn me of things like a future power outage, or an unlocked window. At one point, she knew of my expired milk. I’m notoriously bad at checking expiration dates – but I knew to check the milk before pouring it into my Fruit Loops. The calls became more and more frequent.
My attempts at tracing never worked, but I always came up with new ideas to try and find out who she was. I would try to listen closely for any background noise that could give me a hint as to her location, or I would try to hang up right after the “hello” to see if anything would change. Nothing worked out for me.
But it became sort of… exciting. It was a game of cat and mouse – I wanted to find her. I was ready for every call, anticipating them. I had nothing else to do. I was fired from my job. I didn’t even care.
I became excellent at heeding her each and every warning. Nothing bad happened to me anymore. I was in complete control. I was actually grateful. I didn’t even care that she somehow knew what I was doing and what was going to happen to me at all hours of the day – I just wanted to know who she was. My guardian angel. Nothing bad was going to happen to me with her watching over me. She made me feel so safe. I relied on her.
The woman called me one night, as I was sleeping. I picked up happily nevertheless, as had become the norm.
“Hello.” Same monotone voice. She was the only person who called me anymore.
“Hi.” I answered, grinning.
“They see me.”
She hung up.
I sat there for a second, processing. They see me. This was the first time she referred to herself, the first time she didn’t give me a warning. I didn’t know how to react. I sat there, motionless, shocked. They see me. I jumped out of bed, now genuinely distraught. What?
I paced for the rest of the night, waiting for another call. I waited for something to happen, waited for it to make sense. Nothing.
Days went by without a call from her. Bad things started happening to me again, things I had stopped looking out for.
Days and days. Weeks.
I checked news articles, facebook, radio stations. Did the police find her before I did? There wasn’t anything about it anywhere, if so. I called the station, they had no idea what I was talking about.
I kept all my curtains open, my doors unlocked, hoping she’d show herself, show how she knew what was happening in my life, come back. I looked out my windows hoping to see a face peering in at me. One never did.
Weeks and weeks. A month or so had passed. I don’t know anymore. I think I lost track.
I miss her. I don’t know how the woman knew everything that was going to happen in my life, but I miss her. I need to know who she was. I don’t know who could have found her. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me anymore, and I’m terrified. I need to find her. I don’t feel safe anymore. Something’s going to happen to me.
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I’m a 911 dispatcher. Or, I was. I had been doing it for about 9 years now – it was a nice job. Well, one that puts food on the table, at the very least. I was good at it. Not a lot of people could take a job like that, but it was not too bad for me. Though there've been hundreds of dire events people have called for, it was rather uneventful for myself. I just sit in that room, answering call after call. Nothing much happens in that room. Nothing much happened to me in general. I had a pretty ordinary, uneventful life.
About a year ago, I’d say, this woman called in. No phone number. It happened, sometimes – our department spent our money on things other than an upgraded phone system… but that’s beside the point. She called in about a burglary that was about to happen in this rather poor part of town. She hung up pretty fast. I couldn’t get in a word, but, I don’t know, I guess I didn’t think too much of it.
It was not often that a person called in regarding something going to happen rather than something already happening. But, it happens sometimes. Sometimes people catch wind of a crime through word of mouth or see someone suspicious in their neighborhood before they do anything, and don’t know who else to call.
I thought that this was one of those instances, and handled it accordingly. I informed the police, and the police staked out the house that was supposed to get burglarized. Sure enough, a couple of guys tried to break into the place. They were caught before they could even get through the window they had broken open, from what I had heard.
A few days later, this woman called again. I thought her voice sounded familiar. She had this uniquely monotone voice. Emotionless. She sounded so familiar, but admittedly, I didn’t think too much of that, either. I guess I just heard too many voices… they all blurred together and sounded the same sometimes. Her number didn’t show up on the screen again. She called in about an assault. It hadn’t happened yet.
This felt odd to me. Assaults like this seemed like typically an in-the-moment thing. It usually was not planned ahead enough for someone else to know about it. I had a strange feeling about it, but she had hung up just as quickly as she had the first time, without letting me get a word in.
Of course, I informed the police again. The man was caught at the exact time and place that the woman on the call had said, trying to assault a woman on the street, and with a knife. It didn’t seem… premeditated. The news articles said that the man was drunk.
I was a little confused and actually pretty concerned – how did this woman on the phone know? But I didn’t have many options. Her calls didn’t come with a phone number, after all – I couldn’t just call her back to ask. That wasn’t part of my job, anyways. The police didn’t ask.
A couple weeks went by after that. Business as usual. Regular 911 calls – I don’t believe I heard that voice again once for that entire duration. I wish it had stayed that way.
She called again. Her voice struck me as familiar right off the bat this time. I recognized it, now. I knew it was her. This call, however, was far more concerning to me than the previous one. She said that my house was going to get broken into. She didn’t say it like that, she didn’t say that it was my house directly. She said that a house would get broken into, I asked her for the address, and the address that she gave me was mine. It took me a second to process this fully. It was so unexpected that my brain just took a second to click. I finally registered it – that this familiar sounding address was mine.
“What?”
But she had already hung up. Of course she had already hung up.
I sat there for a second, in shock. I couldn’t call her back, because of course her phone number hadn’t shown up again. We didn’t have a way of tracing calls or anything – we would need to get the police in for something like that. I didn’t have many options here. I did what I had done for the last two incidents – I informed the police, and they sent a cop to stake it out. I was still at work when it happened. Sure enough, a couple hours later, some guy tried to break in, and they caught him. They called me after the incident to inform me of this. It was my house after all.
I didn’t really know what to make of this. Not yet. I had recognized that woman as being the same woman from her previous two calls. It was already strange enough that she knew these crimes were going to happen beforehand each time, but it was too strange of a coincidence that one of the crimes happened to me. I didn’t know what to do. I guess I had hoped that it truly was just that – a coincidence. Just a strange coincidence.
Admittedly, I was scared to go home that night. I lingered at work for as long as I could, stalling for time – but, eventually, my boss made me leave. I drove home, probably going under the speed limit. I was a nervous wreck. The police caught the burglar – what was there to be scared of? I just couldn’t shake this ominous feeling off. About the caller. The woman. How did she know my house was going to get broken into? I tried to tell myself that perhaps she was just somehow well-informed of crimes. Maybe she knew some people, heard things through word of mouth, or something. I don’t know. But the ominous feeling wouldn’t go away.
When I arrived in my driveway, it was dark out. I always got home pretty late. I really did not want to step out of my car. I looked out all of my windows, squinting at the bushes and behind all my neighbor’s cars and fences for any sign of someone watching my home, or me. I don’t know why – again, I just… had a feeling.
I didn’t see anyone. After probably 20 minutes of this, I worked up the courage to step out. I finally left my car and went up to my house. Everything was fine, normal. No real sign of the burglary. The cop caught him before any real damage could be done, after all. The police had suggested I leave work when the actual attempt had happened, but I was so shaken up by the call – I told them I would come by the police station to talk about it the day afterwards. I guess I just wanted to be there – at the call station – in case she called again.
Anyways, I stepped inside. Nothing out of the ordinary. Of course, the burglar never actually got to go inside. I should have expected nothing to be out of place, but I checked everywhere anyway. I checked my closets, too. And under my bed. I was paranoid. No one had tried to break into my house before. I was pretty shaken up. I did not sleep well that night, if at all. I was happy to leave for work the next day. Anything to get out of there.
I was expecting another call from the woman the next day. Every time the phone rang, my heart sank a little. It was going to be her. But it never actually was.
The day went by like any normal day. I stopped by the police station afterwards. I needed to, anyways, to get some things sorted out regarding the burglar. But I told them about the incident, too, fully – I explained to them the strange caller. There wasn’t much they could do about it. It did not put me at ease, but I guess I was glad that they knew, too.
I didn’t sleep very well that night either. The days and nights went on like this for a while – expecting the woman each day, with every call, being paranoid in my own home. It was exhausting. But she never did call. Nothing ever did happen to me. I never looked out the window and saw a face staring back at me, watching my house, watching me. Things just went by as usual.
I chalked it all up to myself being paranoid. It was just a coincidence. That’s what I convinced myself. I convinced myself that nothing was unusual, that everything would be okay.
A couple months went by. I had practically forgotten about it all. She never called the 911 operating station again. I finished up one day, clocked out of work, grabbed a water bottle from the vending machine in the front lobby. I was about to step outside and head to my car when I got a phone call.
I took my phone out of my jacket and checked it – no number. Alright, I thought, it was probably a spam call, or something. Those usually didn’t come with a number, you know? Usually they said ‘Spam Caller,’ but, again, didn’t think too much of it. I declined it. I wasn’t one to answer spam calls. I reached for the door handle again. That’s when my phone started ringing again, too. I checked it. No number. That feeling from before – the ominous feeling – starting creeping back into me. I answered this time.
It was silent on the other line for a couple seconds, but those couple seconds went by for far too long as I stood there, silently, anticipating… something. I don’t know what.
Then she spoke. It was her. The caller from before. My blood ran ice cold. I paused, horrified. I recognized that voice, that tone, immediately. It was her.
She greeted me. She hadn’t done that before – which was not too unusual for a 911 call. People usually aren’t going to bother with greetings and pleasantries before telling me about their emergencies, after all. She didn’t either. But she greeted me this time.
“Hello,” she said, so simply, in that monotone voice of hers. I was so in shock, so taken aback and unprepared that I just could not get any words out after opening my mouth. There were a couple more awful seconds of silence before she continued on. “If you step outside, you will get hurt.”
She hung up. Just like that, she hung up. My jaw was still agape, wordless. I didn’t get to say a thing before she hung up. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was frozen in front of the glass door in front of me. If you step outside, you will get hurt?
I finally snapped out of it and quickly backed far away from the front door. I ducked into a nearby hallway, where the elevators were – away from any glass doors or windows. That was that woman from before. The caller. From the burglary incident. The one who knew. How did she know I was about to leave? Was she outside the building, watching me through the door? The timing was far, far too perfect. How did she find me? And what did she mean by ‘I will get hurt?’ If she really was out there, was she about to hurt me?
I stood in that hallway with the elevators for ages. I didn’t know what to make of the situation, but I sure as hell was not stepping outside. I didn’t know what to do. I was terrified. My legs were shaking, I could barely breathe. I tried to call her back, fearfully, but the call could not go through. Not without a number to call back to.
Finally, I called an elevator and went back up to where my coworkers were still getting ready to leave. I must have looked so scared – they were able to tell right off the bat that something was off. I told them what had happened, I told them about the incident a few months ago, too. I was lucky to have such sweet, caring coworkers.
One of them, a buddy, a coworker named Trevor, offered to walk with me outside. Trevor was a big guy. Strong. I felt a little safer with this idea. If this woman came up to me to hurt me, I was sure Trevor would be able to protect me. I was still scared, to be sure – but if Trevor was there, maybe we could safely find the caller and put a stop to this all.
We went back down the elevators – Trevor and I. I was still terrified. He went outside first. I didn’t want to linger too far behind. I didn’t want to be alone. I stuck close behind him and stepped outside as well.
The chill of the night air hit me fast. It was dark out, apart from the light shining from the sidewalk lanterns by the entrance and out of the upstairs windows, where some of my coworkers still were. They were probably watching us.
Nothing happened at first. Trevor and I both looked around, observing our surroundings, looking for her in the darkness. I stood beside him, still sticking rather close to the entrance.
Then… I heard a noise. It happened so fast. I didn’t have time to process anything. Trevor didn’t, either.
I looked beside me, at Trevor, just in time to watch an air conditioning unit fall from an upper floor, straight onto his head.
Trevor collapsed just as fast – as soon as it hit him. I heard a sickening noise – one of hard metal hitting soft flesh. Another, far louder noise rang through the air as the unit hit the ground. He laid there, sprawled out on the floor, completely unmoving, the AC beside his head.
I stared at his body in horror. He didn’t move. Of course he didn’t move. I was again frozen in place, shaking. I watched as his head started slowly bleeding dark crimson onto the concrete. It started pooling around the AC unit, started dripping off of the sidewalk and into the grass.
There was scrambling behind me, a door opening. I was pushed out of the way, still glued in place, and a couple of my coworkers surrounded Trevor’s body. Someone ran inside to call for an ambulance. I felt sick to my stomach. I vomited onto the concrete below me, but I couldn’t look away.
I didn’t realize until much later that night, after the entire incident was over and I was able to safely make it back home, after the paramedics took Trevor away, after we were told he had died on the spot – that I had gotten a single cut on my cheek. Some of the blood had trickled down from the cut, trickled down onto my jaw and dried there. I hadn’t even noticed. So much was going on. One of the sidewalk lanterns had burst when the unit hit the ground hard. The glass had cut my cheek.
I had gotten hurt. Trevor had gotten hurt. Would I have been the one hit by the AC unit if I hadn’t gotten that call? Surely not – it was horrific timing, but it fell on its own, didn’t it?
The woman had completely slipped my mind during the incident. I realized this later, too. Was she out there? Did she see it happen? Did she plan this somehow? How did she know?
I didn’t go to work the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. I was terrified, scared out of my mind. I stayed locked in my room, curtains shut. I didn’t know what to do. I constantly checked my phone, waiting for her to call again. I blamed myself for Trevor’s death, blamed the woman, blamed the police for not helping me find her.
I picked my phone up time and time again. I tried to find ways to call her back, scoured the internet for ways to figure out who called me. Nothing worked. I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t get any sleep. It was awful.
My boss came by after a couple weeks or so. He was kind. He knew the entire incident was horrifying for me. He let me stay home for a while on paid leave, no bothering me. It was considerate of him.
He came to check on me because I hadn’t been answering any calls. Not when there was a possibility I’d miss one from her if I did so. That was kind of him, too.
I let him in. I was hesitant. Opening the front door was scary, and the daylight behind him was blinding considering I had kept all my curtains closed for that entire 2 weeks. We sat on my couch.
He told me he understood how traumatizing the situation must have been for me. He told me he got it, and they were all sad about Trevor’s death, too, but I needed to come back into work again. I understood. I expected as much, when I saw him through the peephole. He offered a ride, said I could come back today. Said that maybe being around my other coworkers again might help.
I didn’t exactly want to. I felt… wrong about it. I felt as if leaving my house would open up opportunities for that woman to find a way to hurt me. Even moreso, I felt that being at work would increase my chances of missing her call.
I told him as much, but he said he would have to let me go if I didn’t come back to work. I wanted to refuse, but I didn’t have much of a choice. Part of me also wondered if perhaps answering calls there again could entice the woman to call again, instead. Maybe I won't freeze up this time. Maybe I could ask her immediately who she was, what she wanted. I hesitantly agreed, and accepted his invitation for a ride.
He stood back up, pleased. He asked if I needed any time to get ready, and I said I didn’t. He asked if he could use my bathroom first, and I said to go right ahead. As soon as I heard the bathroom door lock, I got the call.
No number. My stomach churned, but I was ready. My phone almost fell out of my hand in excitement. I answered, fast. My entire being was shaking. And there it was – that same voice. She said it just like how she had said it before.
“Hello.”
I didn’t hesitate this time.
“Who are you? What are you doing to me? How do you know?”
Silence. A few seconds of silence. I was on the edge of my seat, breathless, waiting.
“If you get in that car with him, you will die.”
She hung up as soon as she finished the final word.
“What? What are you saying to me? Come back!” I yelled into my phone, screaming hopelessly, even though she was no longer on the other line. No answers. I still knew nothing. Absolutely nothing.
My boss rushed back out of my bathroom, clearly concerned. He sat back down next to me, comforted me. I told him about what had happened. He searched my house with me, but we found nothing, no one. How could she have heard our conversation? How did she know I was about to leave with him?
He thought that maybe she had some sort of listening device on my phone. I didn’t even hesitate, I threw it at the wall, slammed it against the counter, cracking the glass. I turned it off, opened my front door, and threw it as hard as I could into the street.
I begged my boss not to go. He offered me a ride to the police station instead of work. I refused. If I get in that car with him, I will die. He called the police for me with his own phone before leaving. He waited with me until they arrived, then left for work. I begged him not to go, insisting that something would happen to him on the way. He had to get to work, though. He thought it was nonsense.
A car crash. A 3 car pile up – his was t-boned. It was fatal. They said it was a drunk driver. She couldn’t have known, but she knew. If I went with him, I would have been dead.
I was not going into work at that point. Again, the police could do nothing for me. The call was untraceable. Useless assholes.
I stayed home. I didn’t care. I needed to get to the bottom of this. I bought a new phone, I waited. I got them to put my old number, the one from the phone I had broken and tossed away, onto the new one. I checked it obsessively throughout each day, waiting for that call from her. I looked up different ways to immediately trace a call. I could try a couple right after a call had ended, if only she would call.
And she did. It was as if she somehow sensed my newfound resolve, my vigor. She started calling more often, predicting things for me. I had expected more death sentences, more warnings of a future demise, but it quickly became littler things. She would call, greet me in that same voice, that same old “hello”, and warn me of things like a future power outage, or an unlocked window. At one point, she knew of my expired milk. I’m notoriously bad at checking expiration dates – but I knew to check the milk before pouring it into my Fruit Loops. The calls became more and more frequent.
My attempts at tracing never worked, but I always came up with new ideas to try and find out who she was. I would try to listen closely for any background noise that could give me a hint as to her location, or I would try to hang up right after the “hello” to see if anything would change. Nothing worked out for me.
But it became sort of… exciting. It was a game of cat and mouse – I wanted to find her. I was ready for every call, anticipating them. I had nothing else to do. I was fired from my job. I didn’t even care.
I became excellent at heeding her each and every warning. Nothing bad happened to me anymore. I was in complete control. I was actually grateful. I didn’t even care that she somehow knew what I was doing and what was going to happen to me at all hours of the day – I just wanted to know who she was. My guardian angel. Nothing bad was going to happen to me with her watching over me. She made me feel so safe. I relied on her.
The woman called me one night, as I was sleeping. I picked up happily nevertheless, as had become the norm.
“Hello.” Same monotone voice. She was the only person who called me anymore.
“Hi.” I answered, grinning.
“They see me.”
She hung up.
I sat there for a second, processing. They see me. This was the first time she referred to herself, the first time she didn’t give me a warning. I didn’t know how to react. I sat there, motionless, shocked. They see me. I jumped out of bed, now genuinely distraught. What?
I paced for the rest of the night, waiting for another call. I waited for something to happen, waited for it to make sense. Nothing.
Days went by without a call from her. Bad things started happening to me again, things I had stopped looking out for.
Days and days. Weeks.
I checked news articles, facebook, radio stations. Did the police find her before I did? There wasn’t anything about it anywhere, if so. I called the station, they had no idea what I was talking about.
I kept all my curtains open, my doors unlocked, hoping she’d show herself, show how she knew what was happening in my life, come back. I looked out my windows hoping to see a face peering in at me. One never did.
Weeks and weeks. A month or so had passed. I don’t know anymore. I think I lost track.
I miss her. I don’t know how the woman knew everything that was going to happen in my life, but I miss her. I need to know who she was. I don’t know who could have found her. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me anymore, and I’m terrified. I need to find her. I don’t feel safe anymore. Something’s going to happen to me.
2024.04.29 02:08 Wide_Ad928 Found an archived forum discussion from January 19 2002
I was reading an archived discussion from Jan 19, 2002 between 2 people https://groups.google.com/g/alt.true-crime/c/7vKmy74gv9o/m/zNZXsyiWcdgJ and the 3rd post down (you have to click on each header to expand the text) links to an article written By ROBERT GAVIN on Saturday, October 20, 2001. He writes key details which coincides with the surveillance cameras in century 21 as seen on unsolved mysteries of her in the women's jacket / coat department & also 1 detail that is different from what people today are saying what she brought.
"Dr. Lieberman said he and his wife, despite their hectic schedules, managed to spend a day together on Sept. 9, and the two just lounged around. She talked about buying a winter coat."
I wonder if their conversation on Sept 9th was her already buying a winter coat or planning to buy a winter coat ? because on Sept. 10th on the surveillance camera footage you can see her in the Century 21 women's jacket / coat department. Aside from her shoulder purse you can also see her holding a large store basket it seems ? with items in it, so I wonder if she could of have exchanged / returned the coat she already purchased if that was part of the discussion Sept 9th with Ron ?
"By tracing an American Express credit card, Dr. Lieberman learned that his wife shopped at Century 21, a department store next door to the World Trade Center. She made two purchases in the store, including lingerie, panty hose and shoes. The total amount spent was around $550."
I wonder where he got panty hose from ? or did he just forget to write bed linens ? and two purchases is very specific, I can see panty hose being on 1 receipt with either lingerie or with just the shoes as that item kinda fits in both categories / department.
"When Dr. Lieberman came home Monday around 11:15 p.m., he noticed his wife was not home and that there were no shopping bags there, either. He said he assumed his wife slept at the nearby home of her brother, John Philip, 26, or at the home of her cousin, Anu Rice, 33, who lives in Brooklyn. He said his wife may have not called home for fear of waking him. He said he was not overly concerned at this point."
Does anyone remember how close her brother lived to the Century 21 department store ? I wonder if it started to pour and rain down hard, that it was just more convenient for her to get to his place quicker then to go back to her home and not get soaked from the rain ? But then this scenario would always have me leaning towards foul play from her brother from their tumultuous relationship from the police report accusations which til this day doesn't really makes sense to me as to why the police would make that up ??? Her cousin Anu / Anne seems very poised in the Unsolved Mysteries interview, I just can't see her doing anything nefarious to Sneha.
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Saturday, October 20, 2001 By ROBERT GAVIN
Somewhere beneath the tons of soot and twisted metal that used to be the World Trade Center are the answers to thousands of missing persons cases in New York City.
But a short distance away, no one can seem to explain the disappearance of Battery Park City resident Dr. Sneha Ann Philip.
The 31-year-old physician at St. Vincent's Medical Center in West Brighton vanished the evening of Sept. 10 -- one day before a terrorist attack leveled the Twin Towers. Still unknown is whether Dr. Philip fell victim to the Trade Center tragedy, was kidnapped, suffered amnesia, or somehow found safety.
More than five weeks later, authorities remain tight-lipped about their investigation into the physician's mysterious disappearance. "If she was just lost, we would have closed the case by now," said one law enforcement source familiar with the investigation, adding only that investigators are pursuing a number of leads and have not ruled out foul play.
Relatives of Dr. Philip say they have scoured the city looking for clues and have even hired private investigators.
"I know something happened to her," said her mother, Ansu Philip, in a telephone interview from her home in upstate Hopewell Junction. She said her daughter was deeply in love with her husband of 18 months, belonged to a tight-knit Indian family, and would never simply run off. "If she's anywhere in this world alive, she would call me. That's the way she is."
Mrs. Philip fears her daughter, who she said looks "Middle Eastern" and was shopping next door to the skyscrapers the night she vanished, might have encountered terrorists scoping out the Trade Center on the eve of the disaster. Neither the mother nor police have revealed any concrete evidence to support this scenario, however.
Or perhaps the missing doctor ventured to the chaos at the Trade Center on Sept. 11 to help those suffering, and when the buildings collapsed Dr. Philip became trapped like so many others.
But the person closest to her says only a positive DNA test on remains pulled from the rubble would make him accept that theory.
"My wife did not work in the World Trade Center and she had no business being there," said Dr. Ron Lieberman, 32, who works at Jacobi Medical Center in the Bronx. "The hope and the effort is she wasn't by the World Trade Center and something else happened to her that we can't explain."
The last time Dr. Lieberman said he saw his wife was around 11:30 a.m. on the day she disappeared. A hospital spokesman at St. Vincent's Medical Center said the last time Dr. Philip came to work was Sept. 9.
Dr. Lieberman described his wife as a gentle and creative woman, someone who is a serious painter of pastels when she is not working as a doctor. Photos of the slender, dark-haired, olive-skinned woman, who is 5 feet 7 inches and weighs 115 pounds, have circulated on fliers and the Internet, even making their way onto network television.
"Anything is possible," her husband said. "The sky is the limit with what the possibilities are."
Relatives worry that mass destruction at the Trade Center initially slowed the police department's progress on the case, allowing the trail to grow cold.
Beyond hiring private investigators, Dr. Lieberman said he went so far as to ask cops to investigate him in the case, if that would speed the probe. "Of course the husband is someone you have to check out, but if you can get past that point, at least they're working," he said.
And Dr. Philip's younger brother outright lied on television, saying she was in the Trade Center, just to get her story out, the husband explained.
"It's a desperate situation and they wouldn't talk to us," Dr. Lieberman said, admitting he encouraged his brother-in-law to make up the story.
For the past two weeks, family members have pressured investigators to follow up on a lead that a shoe saleswoman for Century 21 near the Twin Towers claims she saw Dr. Philip shopping with another Indian woman with short black hair. Oddly, this description does not match any of her friends, according to Dr. Lieberman.
Police would not confirm the existence of this lead. Meanwhile, Dr. Lieberman wants police to compare the description with their list of missing persons to try and find out more about the mystery shopping companion. He said he reviewed surveillance tapes from the store and spotted his wife shopping, but she was alone.
"There's nothing I won't do to find her," Dr. Lieberman said.
Dr. Lieberman and his wife met six years ago through mutual friends, when both were students at Chicago Medical Center. He was from Los Angeles, while she was a native of Kerala, a state at the southernmost part of India. She was brought to America as a 4-year-old with her family, and grew up in Albany.
They were engaged in Florence, Italy, and nearly eloped after visiting the Gardonza Castle outside the medieval in Tuscany. But red-tape sent them back to New York to plan their nuptials -- a ceremony so beautiful it was featured in a wedding magazine.
Dr. Lieberman said he was in the process of planning a surprise trip to the Italian castle for his wife's 32nd birthday on Oct. 7 when she disappeared.
As a married couple the two first lived in the Gramercy Park section of Manhattan, where Dr. Philip completed her first two years as a medical internist at Cabrini Medical Center. In July, she was assigned to do her third year residency in the internal medicine rotation at St. Vincent's, West Brighton, prompting the couple to rent an apartment in Battery Park City. Dr. Lieberman said it was a convenient place live, offering equidistant commutes. He traveled north to work in the emergency room at Jacobi Medical Center, while she hopped a boat to Staten Island.
Dr. Lieberman said he and his wife, despite their hectic schedules, managed to spend a day together on Sept. 9, and the two just lounged around. She talked about buying a winter coat. At one point, she arranged some orchids which he photographed, he recalled.
Dr. Lieberman retraced his wife's activities on the last day he spent with her:
On Monday, Sept. 10, they ate breakfast together in their neighborhood. She was wearing a brown one-piece shirt-dress, buttoned down the front, and brown loafers. She seemed "very happy," he recalled. "I told her I loved her and I gave her a big hug and a kiss. I said, 'I'll see you later tonight.'" They parted for the day, he for work, she to do some shopping.
At about 11:30 that morning, he rode the No. 5 subway train to Jacobi Medical Center. Later that day, around 5:15 p.m., security cameras in Battery Park City captured his wife leaving the couple's apartment, a purse in her hand.
By tracing an American Express credit card, Dr. Lieberman learned that his wife shopped at Century 21, a department store next door to the World Trade Center. She made two purchases in the store, including lingerie, panty hose and shoes. The total amount spent was around $550.
When Dr. Lieberman came home Monday around 11:15 p.m., he noticed his wife was not home and that there were no shopping bags there, either. He said he assumed his wife slept at the nearby home of her brother, John Philip, 26, or at the home of her cousin, Anu Rice, 33, who lives in Brooklyn. He said his wife may have not called home for fear of waking him. He said he was not overly concerned at this point.
The next morning, Sept. 11, when his wife still had not come home, Dr. Lieberman's concerns grew. He went to work at 6:30 a.m., but figured his wife was still likely at her cousin's home.
At 8:45 a.m., the first hijacked jet hits Tower 1 of the World Trade Center. Dr. Lieberman watches the horror unfold on a hospital television and prepares for an onslaught of patients at Jacobi. He called home twice and left messages for his wife on their answering machine.
Later that day, he tried to volunteer at Saint Vincent's Hospital downtown, but is not needed. Dressed in surgical scrubs, he borrows a friend's bike and makes his way to a soot-covered Battery Park City. He finds no evidence that his wife ever returned home. He also learns that she has not spent the night with family or even contacted her mother -- an extremely unusual occurrence because the two are so close. At this point, he is "really getting nervous."
No one has seen or heard from her since.
"It's a nightmare. It's a 24-hour nightmare," said Dr. Lieberman, who cannot afford to live in Battery Park City alone and is planning to move in with his in-laws.
"You just cannot fathom what's going on. This is the hardest thing in my life I've ever had to deal with. This is all I do for the last the last three weeks, just try to figure out where the hell my wife is."
(Advance staff writer Kati Cornell Smith contributed to this report.)
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"Dr. Lieberman said he and his wife, despite their hectic schedules, managed to spend a day together on Sept. 9, and the two just lounged around. She talked about buying a winter coat."
I wonder if their conversation on Sept 9th was her already buying a winter coat or planning to buy a winter coat ? because on Sept. 10th on the surveillance camera footage you can see her in the Century 21 women's jacket / coat department. Aside from her shoulder purse you can also see her holding a large store basket it seems ? with items in it, so I wonder if she could of have exchanged / returned the coat she already purchased if that was part of the discussion Sept 9th with Ron ?
"By tracing an American Express credit card, Dr. Lieberman learned that his wife shopped at Century 21, a department store next door to the World Trade Center. She made two purchases in the store, including lingerie, panty hose and shoes. The total amount spent was around $550."
I wonder where he got panty hose from ? or did he just forget to write bed linens ? and two purchases is very specific, I can see panty hose being on 1 receipt with either lingerie or with just the shoes as that item kinda fits in both categories / department.
"When Dr. Lieberman came home Monday around 11:15 p.m., he noticed his wife was not home and that there were no shopping bags there, either. He said he assumed his wife slept at the nearby home of her brother, John Philip, 26, or at the home of her cousin, Anu Rice, 33, who lives in Brooklyn. He said his wife may have not called home for fear of waking him. He said he was not overly concerned at this point."
Does anyone remember how close her brother lived to the Century 21 department store ? I wonder if it started to pour and rain down hard, that it was just more convenient for her to get to his place quicker then to go back to her home and not get soaked from the rain ? But then this scenario would always have me leaning towards foul play from her brother from their tumultuous relationship from the police report accusations which til this day doesn't really makes sense to me as to why the police would make that up ??? Her cousin Anu / Anne seems very poised in the Unsolved Mysteries interview, I just can't see her doing anything nefarious to Sneha.
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Saturday, October 20, 2001 By ROBERT GAVIN
Somewhere beneath the tons of soot and twisted metal that used to be the World Trade Center are the answers to thousands of missing persons cases in New York City.
But a short distance away, no one can seem to explain the disappearance of Battery Park City resident Dr. Sneha Ann Philip.
The 31-year-old physician at St. Vincent's Medical Center in West Brighton vanished the evening of Sept. 10 -- one day before a terrorist attack leveled the Twin Towers. Still unknown is whether Dr. Philip fell victim to the Trade Center tragedy, was kidnapped, suffered amnesia, or somehow found safety.
More than five weeks later, authorities remain tight-lipped about their investigation into the physician's mysterious disappearance. "If she was just lost, we would have closed the case by now," said one law enforcement source familiar with the investigation, adding only that investigators are pursuing a number of leads and have not ruled out foul play.
Relatives of Dr. Philip say they have scoured the city looking for clues and have even hired private investigators.
"I know something happened to her," said her mother, Ansu Philip, in a telephone interview from her home in upstate Hopewell Junction. She said her daughter was deeply in love with her husband of 18 months, belonged to a tight-knit Indian family, and would never simply run off. "If she's anywhere in this world alive, she would call me. That's the way she is."
Mrs. Philip fears her daughter, who she said looks "Middle Eastern" and was shopping next door to the skyscrapers the night she vanished, might have encountered terrorists scoping out the Trade Center on the eve of the disaster. Neither the mother nor police have revealed any concrete evidence to support this scenario, however.
Or perhaps the missing doctor ventured to the chaos at the Trade Center on Sept. 11 to help those suffering, and when the buildings collapsed Dr. Philip became trapped like so many others.
But the person closest to her says only a positive DNA test on remains pulled from the rubble would make him accept that theory.
"My wife did not work in the World Trade Center and she had no business being there," said Dr. Ron Lieberman, 32, who works at Jacobi Medical Center in the Bronx. "The hope and the effort is she wasn't by the World Trade Center and something else happened to her that we can't explain."
The last time Dr. Lieberman said he saw his wife was around 11:30 a.m. on the day she disappeared. A hospital spokesman at St. Vincent's Medical Center said the last time Dr. Philip came to work was Sept. 9.
Dr. Lieberman described his wife as a gentle and creative woman, someone who is a serious painter of pastels when she is not working as a doctor. Photos of the slender, dark-haired, olive-skinned woman, who is 5 feet 7 inches and weighs 115 pounds, have circulated on fliers and the Internet, even making their way onto network television.
"Anything is possible," her husband said. "The sky is the limit with what the possibilities are."
Relatives worry that mass destruction at the Trade Center initially slowed the police department's progress on the case, allowing the trail to grow cold.
Beyond hiring private investigators, Dr. Lieberman said he went so far as to ask cops to investigate him in the case, if that would speed the probe. "Of course the husband is someone you have to check out, but if you can get past that point, at least they're working," he said.
And Dr. Philip's younger brother outright lied on television, saying she was in the Trade Center, just to get her story out, the husband explained.
"It's a desperate situation and they wouldn't talk to us," Dr. Lieberman said, admitting he encouraged his brother-in-law to make up the story.
For the past two weeks, family members have pressured investigators to follow up on a lead that a shoe saleswoman for Century 21 near the Twin Towers claims she saw Dr. Philip shopping with another Indian woman with short black hair. Oddly, this description does not match any of her friends, according to Dr. Lieberman.
Police would not confirm the existence of this lead. Meanwhile, Dr. Lieberman wants police to compare the description with their list of missing persons to try and find out more about the mystery shopping companion. He said he reviewed surveillance tapes from the store and spotted his wife shopping, but she was alone.
"There's nothing I won't do to find her," Dr. Lieberman said.
Dr. Lieberman and his wife met six years ago through mutual friends, when both were students at Chicago Medical Center. He was from Los Angeles, while she was a native of Kerala, a state at the southernmost part of India. She was brought to America as a 4-year-old with her family, and grew up in Albany.
They were engaged in Florence, Italy, and nearly eloped after visiting the Gardonza Castle outside the medieval in Tuscany. But red-tape sent them back to New York to plan their nuptials -- a ceremony so beautiful it was featured in a wedding magazine.
Dr. Lieberman said he was in the process of planning a surprise trip to the Italian castle for his wife's 32nd birthday on Oct. 7 when she disappeared.
As a married couple the two first lived in the Gramercy Park section of Manhattan, where Dr. Philip completed her first two years as a medical internist at Cabrini Medical Center. In July, she was assigned to do her third year residency in the internal medicine rotation at St. Vincent's, West Brighton, prompting the couple to rent an apartment in Battery Park City. Dr. Lieberman said it was a convenient place live, offering equidistant commutes. He traveled north to work in the emergency room at Jacobi Medical Center, while she hopped a boat to Staten Island.
Dr. Lieberman said he and his wife, despite their hectic schedules, managed to spend a day together on Sept. 9, and the two just lounged around. She talked about buying a winter coat. At one point, she arranged some orchids which he photographed, he recalled.
Dr. Lieberman retraced his wife's activities on the last day he spent with her:
On Monday, Sept. 10, they ate breakfast together in their neighborhood. She was wearing a brown one-piece shirt-dress, buttoned down the front, and brown loafers. She seemed "very happy," he recalled. "I told her I loved her and I gave her a big hug and a kiss. I said, 'I'll see you later tonight.'" They parted for the day, he for work, she to do some shopping.
At about 11:30 that morning, he rode the No. 5 subway train to Jacobi Medical Center. Later that day, around 5:15 p.m., security cameras in Battery Park City captured his wife leaving the couple's apartment, a purse in her hand.
By tracing an American Express credit card, Dr. Lieberman learned that his wife shopped at Century 21, a department store next door to the World Trade Center. She made two purchases in the store, including lingerie, panty hose and shoes. The total amount spent was around $550.
When Dr. Lieberman came home Monday around 11:15 p.m., he noticed his wife was not home and that there were no shopping bags there, either. He said he assumed his wife slept at the nearby home of her brother, John Philip, 26, or at the home of her cousin, Anu Rice, 33, who lives in Brooklyn. He said his wife may have not called home for fear of waking him. He said he was not overly concerned at this point.
The next morning, Sept. 11, when his wife still had not come home, Dr. Lieberman's concerns grew. He went to work at 6:30 a.m., but figured his wife was still likely at her cousin's home.
At 8:45 a.m., the first hijacked jet hits Tower 1 of the World Trade Center. Dr. Lieberman watches the horror unfold on a hospital television and prepares for an onslaught of patients at Jacobi. He called home twice and left messages for his wife on their answering machine.
Later that day, he tried to volunteer at Saint Vincent's Hospital downtown, but is not needed. Dressed in surgical scrubs, he borrows a friend's bike and makes his way to a soot-covered Battery Park City. He finds no evidence that his wife ever returned home. He also learns that she has not spent the night with family or even contacted her mother -- an extremely unusual occurrence because the two are so close. At this point, he is "really getting nervous."
No one has seen or heard from her since.
"It's a nightmare. It's a 24-hour nightmare," said Dr. Lieberman, who cannot afford to live in Battery Park City alone and is planning to move in with his in-laws.
"You just cannot fathom what's going on. This is the hardest thing in my life I've ever had to deal with. This is all I do for the last the last three weeks, just try to figure out where the hell my wife is."
(Advance staff writer Kati Cornell Smith contributed to this report.)
2024.04.29 02:08 letterlullaby Resource Management Tools For Makers
I help my wife on the backend of her candle business Outbound Candle Co
I made her a web based resource management app. So she can keep track of all the supplies she uses to make and ship candles more easily, and know more readily when she needs to re-order certain supplies.
I made the app available for anyone to make a copy and customize for free. You can find a demo here that has a link to the template in the description.
If you're small business has to do with making your own products this might help you too. It is truly free, I just want to help others. If it helps you, all I ask is for you to subscribe to my youtube channel when you check the demo out. Help another small business get monetized!
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I made her a web based resource management app. So she can keep track of all the supplies she uses to make and ship candles more easily, and know more readily when she needs to re-order certain supplies.
I made the app available for anyone to make a copy and customize for free. You can find a demo here that has a link to the template in the description.
If you're small business has to do with making your own products this might help you too. It is truly free, I just want to help others. If it helps you, all I ask is for you to subscribe to my youtube channel when you check the demo out. Help another small business get monetized!
2024.04.29 02:07 Extension-Garden-808 Your opinion as a host renting a bedroom and as a guest point of view
Hello, if this type of discussion is not allowed, just tell me and I will delete, ok?
Brief: My partner and I has been renting an Airbnb bedroom for a while at our home. So far positive experiences.
But there is something that my partner does and I do not agree, so I would like to hear opinions from a guest point of view and you as a host.
He is an extremely social person, he can easily interact anywhere and with anyone. He literally exaggerates. And I am an introvert and I avoid all social interactions when possible.
My partner: he is always “bothering” guests with his social interaction, he thinks it is fine showing too much interest, asking guests about their life, where they are visiting in the country for tourism etc… he even sometimes offer guests to take the car and go around to visit places, also offered a guest before a beer and seat in the garden together to drink, when he is free.
Me: I do my job with the reception like showing the house and explaining how things work, always being available for any questions and recommendations the guests might ask. A business like a hotel, not like Couchsurfing to make friends. I never have interaction like my partner does. Saying good morning and good night and asking sometimes if I can help with anything, is all of my social interaction.
I have argued a lot already with him that he exaggerates and he will always disagree saying people likes interaction. I mention that guests can be tired and just want to chill, not spend energy being social. Also, there are many introvert people in the world.
Well, me as a guest abroad, I don’t feel comfortable when hosts start asking everything about my life.
So ya, I would like to hear opinions. What kind of host would you prefer? Or is more professional?
He doesn’t know I am posting this
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Brief: My partner and I has been renting an Airbnb bedroom for a while at our home. So far positive experiences.
But there is something that my partner does and I do not agree, so I would like to hear opinions from a guest point of view and you as a host.
He is an extremely social person, he can easily interact anywhere and with anyone. He literally exaggerates. And I am an introvert and I avoid all social interactions when possible.
My partner: he is always “bothering” guests with his social interaction, he thinks it is fine showing too much interest, asking guests about their life, where they are visiting in the country for tourism etc… he even sometimes offer guests to take the car and go around to visit places, also offered a guest before a beer and seat in the garden together to drink, when he is free.
Me: I do my job with the reception like showing the house and explaining how things work, always being available for any questions and recommendations the guests might ask. A business like a hotel, not like Couchsurfing to make friends. I never have interaction like my partner does. Saying good morning and good night and asking sometimes if I can help with anything, is all of my social interaction.
I have argued a lot already with him that he exaggerates and he will always disagree saying people likes interaction. I mention that guests can be tired and just want to chill, not spend energy being social. Also, there are many introvert people in the world.
Well, me as a guest abroad, I don’t feel comfortable when hosts start asking everything about my life.
So ya, I would like to hear opinions. What kind of host would you prefer? Or is more professional?
He doesn’t know I am posting this
2024.04.29 02:05 Humble-Ad-2811 need commercial mower for small business
I'm 16 and my Dad owns a lawnmowing business I've worked for for a few years. He plans to give me one of the subdivisions now that I can drive and he wants to quit lawnmowing as hes getting too old too old for manual labor such as this. I need a lawnmower that'll be reliable, I'm only getting about 20ish suburban yards maybe a 1/4 acre on average mowing maybe 8-10 a week, located around Fort Worth Texas on a range of grasses and yard conditions. I have a $2500 total budget from my savings to spend on equipment but am mostly looking for a lawnmower, if you have recommendations for all equipment (blower, lawnmower, weed eater) I'll look into any advice. I'm willing to fix them if they break, but mostly looking for something reliable around <~$1500. Any help is appreciated, my dad has lived by regular cheap $300 home depot mowers and I want to move to something more high grade, thank you.
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2024.04.29 02:01 clicky_wombat Tasks, projects and DB's for unique business
Need some advice as YouTube and templates don't seem to be built for my business. I run a disability support business. Our clients are our projects and then there are tasks within each project which are somewhat unique but somewhat different. Eg onboarding tasks, assigning to a practitioner, funding planning over time.
I am lost and confused about how to set this out. All other tutorials appear to be different, or that is how I am interpreting it. Any advice welcome!
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I am lost and confused about how to set this out. All other tutorials appear to be different, or that is how I am interpreting it. Any advice welcome!
2024.04.29 02:01 DarlingElysia Megathread Hub and Weekly Help Megathread
 | Welcome to the weekly help megathread chiefs!📷https://preview.redd.it/vs26h2nck3bc1.jpg?width=800&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=97fcbaae301fc8f10455e79c352fde68a6730306Here feel free to ask any questions whether it be simple and complicated that will not warrant their own thread, we're all here to help our fellow chiefs! Questions can include but are not limited to:
Helpful resourcesPathToNowhere FAQ and WikiA collection of resources and support for new chiefs and frequently asked questionsDiscordHere we have dedicated channels for technical support and strategy help to help all chiefs new and old.Emerald's SheetA megasheet created by Chief Emerald that has everything you can imagine. If you have any questions, odds are it is already answered here. So definitely a must-read before proceeding further.Rabbit's SheetAn extremely detailed and well done write up of information about different elements of the game, mainly about sinners and BFL, and the supply office, written by Chief Rabbit.Also check out Rabbit's Guide Site! Official-supported Fandom WikiThe English Wiki for Path to Nowhere that is supported and aided by the official staff. New pages are added regularly so if there is anything you wish to see that might not be added yet, feel free to leave a suggestion!S1NS WikiA Fan-made wiki website that contains all sorts of things, from character info, guides, and tier lists, to an Arrest Calculator meant to help you plan your resources for future sinners.Other MegathreadsWeekly Gacha - Pulls - AchievementShare with the community the achievements you have earned or your luck arresting sinners Weekly Secret Society and Friend Request Here you can advertise your secret society to like-minded Chiefs and also add them to your friends list. Weekly Bug Report Report to us any bugs or technical issues that you have been facing with the global version of Path To Nowhere This thread is refreshed weekly (every Monday). Be sure to check the newest thread every week. |
2024.04.29 01:57 softtechhubus Launch Your Mobile App Development Agency with AppOwls24: Create Local Business, Professional iOS, and Android Apps Effortlessly. Use Our Drag-N-Drop Mobile App Builder to Bring Your Ideas to Life with Just a Keyword!
 | Launch Your Mobile App Development Agency with AppOwls24: Create Local Business, Professional iOS, and Android Apps Effortlessly. Use Our Drag-N-Drop Mobile App Builder to Bring Your Ideas to Life with Just a Keyword! submitted by softtechhubus to u/softtechhubus [link] [comments] Introduction to AppOwls24 In today's competitive business world, having a mobile app is no longer a luxury, but a necessity for businesses of all sizes. The mobile app industry has exploded, with over 107,000 new apps being created every single month on the Google Play Store and Apple App Store alone. This staggering statistic highlights the immense demand for mobile apps across a wide range of industries, from local businesses to global enterprises. Enter AppOwls24, a groundbreaking AI-powered mobile app builder that empowers entrepreneurs, marketers, and small business owners to capitalize on this lucrative opportunity. 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2024.04.29 01:51 Yamagoku123 Cage size for African Greys
 | Hi, my friend is planning to get an African Grey parrot after her 2 conures passing and she had this cage right now. She wanted to know of this cage is suitable for an African Grey or she need a new one(If yes, what is the minimum size)? We live in Singapore, her budget is about $200 for a cage and there's limited option even online because SG Amazon ships differently compared to US Amazon. submitted by Yamagoku123 to parrots [link] [comments] She have rare skin condition and couldn't go out into the sun so she works from home and 90% of her day she have her birds either on leashed to play stand or free flying in the house. (She asked me but I only have 2 budgies lol, so I come online to ask for the more experienced.) |
2024.04.29 01:40 keefe007 More bullish than ever on Helium
 | Probably the single biggest project on solana right now. submitted by keefe007 to solana [link] [comments] |
2024.04.29 01:31 Ok-Commercial9006 sjsu vs cal
[I'm sorry if this is dramatic and long but I'm really struggling with this]
I'm a cc student transferring in the fall, I genuinely don't know which school to choose and I have to give SJSU an answer by May 15th. I'm planning on going to SJSU for MIS or Berkeley for econ with a possible minor in ds (which is a whole other problem because I don't know if I want to stick with econ, I actually don't like the subject but there's nothing else for me lol).
I know its easy to say go to Berkeley but I honestly don't know if I can do it. My dream school was UCLA (waitlisted) but the reason why I liked it so much was because of the work-life balance but still really good academics, and living in an area where there is a lot to do during free time. (Basically in my head, ucla = sunshine + fun + good academics). Meanwhile, Berkeley seems so isolating, cold, grey and honestly, sad. Even if there is fun things to do, I feel like I won't have time to do any of it. At least at SJSU I'll be at home with family/friends/bf who I can talk to and spend time with at the end of a hard day. (Berkeley is only an hour away but will I even find time to go home on the weekends)
I know many people get imposter syndrome but I seriously don't know if I'll belong at Berkeley considering I practically chegg-ed and chatgpt-ed my way through community college (It's so bad, I know). I understand that I'll be working hard and have to adjust to any uni I go to but going from CC to Berkeley feels like I'm going from 0-200. I burn out pretty easily and even at cc I need at least weekends off to recharge but what if I'm just studying through weekends at Berkeley and end up burning out within the first semester.
I've been waking up everyday since my acceptance to Cal last week with my heart pounding, feeling dread and full on crying just thinking about miserably trying to get through these next two years at Berkeley. My friends are telling me thats a bad sign/that is not normal but what if I'm just overthinking it? With all that said, you're probably thinking "This girl is crazy, just go to SJSU if you dislike Berkeley that bad"
I don't want going to SJSU to be the reason I'm not employed in the future. I know that the school you go to can help your job search to a certain extent so that's why I'm still even considering Berkeley. I know SJSU is still a really good school especially in Silicon Valley but turning down Berkeley sounds crazy. I want to live/stay in the bay in the future so I'm going to need to make a pretty good living but with the path I'm on right now, I only see myself in the non-technical side of business/tech (the end goal is PM but I'm fine with starting out with marketing, hr, sales, ect. which I'm scared about having a hard time breaking into fresh out of SJSU)
I know Berkeley means good connections which everyone says is the most important part, but are the opportunities going to be that drastically different from SJSU? Is risking my happiness/mental health going to be worth all of those connections/opportunities that the Berkeley name may offer?
Since this is the SJSU subreddit I wanted to ask you guys some questions after my rant:
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I'm a cc student transferring in the fall, I genuinely don't know which school to choose and I have to give SJSU an answer by May 15th. I'm planning on going to SJSU for MIS or Berkeley for econ with a possible minor in ds (which is a whole other problem because I don't know if I want to stick with econ, I actually don't like the subject but there's nothing else for me lol).
I know its easy to say go to Berkeley but I honestly don't know if I can do it. My dream school was UCLA (waitlisted) but the reason why I liked it so much was because of the work-life balance but still really good academics, and living in an area where there is a lot to do during free time. (Basically in my head, ucla = sunshine + fun + good academics). Meanwhile, Berkeley seems so isolating, cold, grey and honestly, sad. Even if there is fun things to do, I feel like I won't have time to do any of it. At least at SJSU I'll be at home with family/friends/bf who I can talk to and spend time with at the end of a hard day. (Berkeley is only an hour away but will I even find time to go home on the weekends)
I know many people get imposter syndrome but I seriously don't know if I'll belong at Berkeley considering I practically chegg-ed and chatgpt-ed my way through community college (It's so bad, I know). I understand that I'll be working hard and have to adjust to any uni I go to but going from CC to Berkeley feels like I'm going from 0-200. I burn out pretty easily and even at cc I need at least weekends off to recharge but what if I'm just studying through weekends at Berkeley and end up burning out within the first semester.
I've been waking up everyday since my acceptance to Cal last week with my heart pounding, feeling dread and full on crying just thinking about miserably trying to get through these next two years at Berkeley. My friends are telling me thats a bad sign/that is not normal but what if I'm just overthinking it? With all that said, you're probably thinking "This girl is crazy, just go to SJSU if you dislike Berkeley that bad"
I don't want going to SJSU to be the reason I'm not employed in the future. I know that the school you go to can help your job search to a certain extent so that's why I'm still even considering Berkeley. I know SJSU is still a really good school especially in Silicon Valley but turning down Berkeley sounds crazy. I want to live/stay in the bay in the future so I'm going to need to make a pretty good living but with the path I'm on right now, I only see myself in the non-technical side of business/tech (the end goal is PM but I'm fine with starting out with marketing, hr, sales, ect. which I'm scared about having a hard time breaking into fresh out of SJSU)
I know Berkeley means good connections which everyone says is the most important part, but are the opportunities going to be that drastically different from SJSU? Is risking my happiness/mental health going to be worth all of those connections/opportunities that the Berkeley name may offer?
Since this is the SJSU subreddit I wanted to ask you guys some questions after my rant:
- Is the difference in job opportunities postgrad going to be that different? Cal and SJSU are both in good parts of the bay so will finding internships be significantly easier for Berkeley students?
- It is only 2 more years so is the chance of being miserable through Cal worth my future career or will going to SJSU be able to give me the same job opportunities?
2024.04.29 01:30 PhantomTricks 24 [M4F] NoVA/DMV -An Optimistic Post
Hello everyone and welcome to my post. In the following few paragraphs, you'll learn a few basics about myself as well as what I'm looking for in a partner. If any of it interests you, please don't hesitate to message me or start a chat. I look forward to hearing from all of you!
To begin with a little about myself, I'm 24M and currently living in NoVA for just over 1.5 years. Before that, I spent most of my life in Massachusetts but eventually ran out of new things to do there. Now, I work in AI research and spend most of my free time either playing board games or exploring nature. I also love to travel and see the world whenever possible. My last trip was to Portugal (pictures available) which was such a beautiful country with such delicious food. Next up in May is Croatia where I plan to visit tons of national parks, especially the Plitvice Lakes (google it, they're gorgeous). Also, one cool and unique facts about me is that I have aphantasia which means I can't see images in my head. Oh and physically, I'm 5'8 with an average build and dark brown hair and eyes.
As for what I'm looking for, I really don't have many expectations in terms of appearance. By far the most important thing to me is that we are able to share each other's hobbies and enjoy time together. For example, I'd love someone I can take on hikes before ending off the day with a board game night at home. And, of course, I'd be interested in sharing and trying your hobbies as well. I also really value communication and people who can keep a conversation going in person and over text.
If you're still interested and made it this far, I've got a LIMITED TIME OFFER for you. In exchange for three unique facts about yourself, I will reply with three pet pictures. These pictures are guaranteed to be extra adorable and come with a 100% money-back guarantee if they don't make you smile.
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To begin with a little about myself, I'm 24M and currently living in NoVA for just over 1.5 years. Before that, I spent most of my life in Massachusetts but eventually ran out of new things to do there. Now, I work in AI research and spend most of my free time either playing board games or exploring nature. I also love to travel and see the world whenever possible. My last trip was to Portugal (pictures available) which was such a beautiful country with such delicious food. Next up in May is Croatia where I plan to visit tons of national parks, especially the Plitvice Lakes (google it, they're gorgeous). Also, one cool and unique facts about me is that I have aphantasia which means I can't see images in my head. Oh and physically, I'm 5'8 with an average build and dark brown hair and eyes.
As for what I'm looking for, I really don't have many expectations in terms of appearance. By far the most important thing to me is that we are able to share each other's hobbies and enjoy time together. For example, I'd love someone I can take on hikes before ending off the day with a board game night at home. And, of course, I'd be interested in sharing and trying your hobbies as well. I also really value communication and people who can keep a conversation going in person and over text.
If you're still interested and made it this far, I've got a LIMITED TIME OFFER for you. In exchange for three unique facts about yourself, I will reply with three pet pictures. These pictures are guaranteed to be extra adorable and come with a 100% money-back guarantee if they don't make you smile.
2024.04.29 01:30 PhantomTricks 24 [M4F] NoVA/DMV -An Optimistic Post
Hello everyone and welcome to my post. In the following few paragraphs, you'll learn a few basics about myself as well as what I'm looking for in a partner. If any of it interests you, please don't hesitate to message me or start a chat. I look forward to hearing from all of you!
To begin with a little about myself, I'm 24M and currently living in NoVA for just over 1.5 years. Before that, I spent most of my life in Massachusetts but eventually ran out of new things to do there. Now, I work in AI research and spend most of my free time either playing board games or exploring nature. I also love to travel and see the world whenever possible. My last trip was to Portugal (pictures available) which was such a beautiful country with such delicious food. Next up in May is Croatia where I plan to visit tons of national parks, especially the Plitvice Lakes (google it, they're gorgeous). Also, one cool and unique facts about me is that I have aphantasia which means I can't see images in my head. Oh and physically, I'm 5'8 with an average build and dark brown hair and eyes.
As for what I'm looking for, I really don't have many expectations in terms of appearance. By far the most important thing to me is that we are able to share each other's hobbies and enjoy time together. For example, I'd love someone I can take on hikes before ending off the day with a board game night at home. And, of course, I'd be interested in sharing and trying your hobbies as well. I also really value communication and people who can keep a conversation going in person and over text.
If you're still interested and made it this far, I've got a LIMITED TIME OFFER for you. In exchange for three unique facts about yourself, I will reply with three pet pictures. These pictures are guaranteed to be extra adorable and come with a 100% money-back guarantee if they don't make you smile.
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To begin with a little about myself, I'm 24M and currently living in NoVA for just over 1.5 years. Before that, I spent most of my life in Massachusetts but eventually ran out of new things to do there. Now, I work in AI research and spend most of my free time either playing board games or exploring nature. I also love to travel and see the world whenever possible. My last trip was to Portugal (pictures available) which was such a beautiful country with such delicious food. Next up in May is Croatia where I plan to visit tons of national parks, especially the Plitvice Lakes (google it, they're gorgeous). Also, one cool and unique facts about me is that I have aphantasia which means I can't see images in my head. Oh and physically, I'm 5'8 with an average build and dark brown hair and eyes.
As for what I'm looking for, I really don't have many expectations in terms of appearance. By far the most important thing to me is that we are able to share each other's hobbies and enjoy time together. For example, I'd love someone I can take on hikes before ending off the day with a board game night at home. And, of course, I'd be interested in sharing and trying your hobbies as well. I also really value communication and people who can keep a conversation going in person and over text.
If you're still interested and made it this far, I've got a LIMITED TIME OFFER for you. In exchange for three unique facts about yourself, I will reply with three pet pictures. These pictures are guaranteed to be extra adorable and come with a 100% money-back guarantee if they don't make you smile.
2024.04.29 01:25 Sage_Honduro98 AITA For not wanting to invite my cousin aunt and half sister to my wedding
I am a huge fan if this makes it to your chanell I will be so grateful. But here is my story.
I (26f) have an older half sister 7 years older than me from my moms first marriage, we will call her Riba. My mom is hispanic and immigrated to America from Central America and got married before she was able to bring Riba,from a previous marriage, to the states. Mom had gotten citizenship just a week before I was born and once they had a house of their own they brought Riba home to meet me and to live with us. Many many years later when Riba was in highschool some family drama happened and my aunt (once removed) and her daughter had my sis legaly emancipated from my mom and adopted her herself. (Absolutely no blood relation to her). I won't go into too much detail as its not my business to get into. But this Destroyed my mom, and ruined her ability to trust ppl for a very long time.
Now I am soon getting married to my Highschool sweetheart (8+ years) and I am working on putting together my guest list. I have no connection, or relationship with these 3 women and I have no problem not having them. But my mom told me not to exclude them if I plan to invite the rest of the extended family. Even if they don't come.
I don't want to incite drama but I don't feel comfortable if my mom or I have to tiptoe around a tense situation at my wedding. So AITA for not wanting to invite them?
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I (26f) have an older half sister 7 years older than me from my moms first marriage, we will call her Riba. My mom is hispanic and immigrated to America from Central America and got married before she was able to bring Riba,from a previous marriage, to the states. Mom had gotten citizenship just a week before I was born and once they had a house of their own they brought Riba home to meet me and to live with us. Many many years later when Riba was in highschool some family drama happened and my aunt (once removed) and her daughter had my sis legaly emancipated from my mom and adopted her herself. (Absolutely no blood relation to her). I won't go into too much detail as its not my business to get into. But this Destroyed my mom, and ruined her ability to trust ppl for a very long time.
Now I am soon getting married to my Highschool sweetheart (8+ years) and I am working on putting together my guest list. I have no connection, or relationship with these 3 women and I have no problem not having them. But my mom told me not to exclude them if I plan to invite the rest of the extended family. Even if they don't come.
I don't want to incite drama but I don't feel comfortable if my mom or I have to tiptoe around a tense situation at my wedding. So AITA for not wanting to invite them?
2024.04.29 01:24 cgstories The Devil's Bow and Strings (Ch. 6)
First Chapter Previous Chapter
TRAGEDY at Concert Hall.
NIGHTMARE performance by renowned violinist and orchestra.
66 DEAD & 100s INJURED in CONCERT MASSACRE!
For an entire month, the media incessantly buzzed about Gabrielle Vilonte's last performance, a relentless stream that wore on Mr. Vilonte's nerves. Reporters bombarded him with calls, clamoring for an exclusive interview. Fed up, he had silenced his phone for days, ignoring every text and call, and stowed it away in the glove compartment. Thankfully, public interest had already shifted to the next headline. The bizarre event was now a distant memory in people's minds. Except, of course, those who experienced it.
Sleep became a nightly struggle. Most nights brought a jolting awakening, leaving him trembling so fiercely that his bones rattled and teeth chattered, while his heart threatened to burst from his chest. The recurring nightmare haunted him relentlessly—the terrifying vision of blood-red waves closing in, his senses overwhelmed as he tumbled blindly and helplessly. His survival was nothing short of miraculous, requiring only a brief stay of a couple of nights at the hospital.
George had insisted he stay with them until Mrs. Vilonte and Gabrielle emerged from their coma at the hospital. Despite the kind offer, Mr. Vilonte politely declined. While he cherished the idea of being surrounded by his family's warmth during such a challenging time, he found solace in the comforting embrace of Sara's soft, ample bosom. While he often disagreed with Mrs. Vilonte's choices, particularly concerning their finances, he was grateful he had yielded to her insistence on hiring a personal assistant.
"Take a deep breath and exhale slowly,” Sara instructed, her hand gently stroking his sweaty, naked back.
He followed her guidance, and as he did, he felt the nightmare fading away, replaced by the soothing sound of her voice. The terror that had gripped him was gradually replaced by a warmth that flowed down his throat, spreading a comforting heat throughout his belly.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," he sighed, pulling her into an embrace. "I wish we could stay like this forever."
"I wish the same, but we should go visit the hospital," she replied softly, gently pushing him aside as she rose from the bed to gather her clothes scattered on the floor.
He sighed again, sinking back onto the bed, overwhelmed by the prospect of abandoning its warmth to face the demands of the day. The thought of rejoining the world outside felt daunting. What finally persuaded him to rise from the bed was Sara's assurance that she would join him on the visit to Mrs. Vilonte, fulfilling her duties as the family's loyal and diligent personal assistant. But, in separate cars, of course.
On the way, he stopped to pick up a bouquet of flowers. Upon arrival, he warmly greeted the nurses and medical personnel he had come to know. They returned his gesture with sympathetic gazes and a small smile. As he entered Gabrielle's room, he found Eric already asleep in a chair by her bedside. Mr. Vilonte's heart sank at the sight. Despite the uncertainty surrounding her condition, he found solace in the fact that her baby remained safe within her womb, miraculously unharmed.
He arranged some lilies in a vase beside her, and pressed a fatherly kiss to her forehead before departing for his wife's room that was at the end of the hallway. Mrs. Vilonte lay peacefully, her complexion a little paler than usual. Gently placing roses on the nightstand, he pulled up a chair by her bedside, ready to share the latest updates.
With a soft voice, he relayed a few light-hearted news - George's pediatric clinic continued to thrive, their granddaughter landed a role in an upcoming school play, and Gabrielle’s condition remained in stable condition, but she had yet to awaken. Once he exhausted his list of news, he veered into trivial chatter about the weather, the traffic delays he encountered en route to the hospital which explained for his lateness (though in truth, he had persuaded Sara to join him for an intimate moment in the shower earlier), and his disappointment with the soggy cafeteria sandwich he bought.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened and Sara waltzed into the room, dressed in her business casual attire, every bit the dedicated assistant his wife had hired. Without saying anything, she walked over to his chair, resting one hand on his shoulder while the other caressed the sparse strands of hair on his balding head. Her touch sparked a warmth within him, kindling a fire that surged through his body.
“Do you think she'll ever wake up?” Sara asked.
“We can only pray,” he replied, then under his breath added, “that she doesn't.”
How he wished things in his life were different. He glanced at his wife, then shifted his gaze to the pillow beneath her head. A thought crossed his mind – it wasn't too late. He could grasp the pillow and silence her forever, altering the trajectory of his life for the better.
“I wonder what's going on inside of her head,” Mr. Vilonte wondered aloud, “Do you think she's dreaming or is it all just darkness?”
XXXXX
In a realm beyond the physical plane, Mr. Vilonte’s words echoed through the forest. Mrs. Vilonte, catching wind of his voice, raced forward barefoot. Her elegant dress shoes, now trapped in the mud, disappeared into the earth. Her gown had become torn and muddied from her struggles against the clutches of vines and twisted branches.
Stopping for a moment, she pondered the possibility of deception, the voice perhaps a sinister ploy by the otherworldly entity, taunting her with the mimicry of her husband's voice.
"Please, let me go home!" she pleaded, her words falling on ears that only responded with mocking laughter.
You love her…you love her… you want her to wake up…no, you loved her. Do it now. Or it's never.
She was sure it was his voice, drawing her towards him and she followed its trail.
XXXXX
When Sara stepped out in search of snacks, he stood by his wife's bedside, peering down at her sleeping figure. Inch by inch, he maneuvered the pillow from beneath her head, his hands trembling with each deliberate movement. Just as he was about to place the soft weapon over her face, he hesitated, clutching the pillow tightly as he paced the room, engaged in a fierce debate with himself.
“You love her. No, no, you loved her.”
In over thirty years of marriage, he found himself reminiscing only about the initial five years, a period suffused with warmth and happiness. The following decades, however, that love had withered away over time like a neglected rose, starved of nourishment.
If he didn't take the chance now, he may not have the opportunity to do so. He returned to her bedside, clutching the pillow. The weight of his decision bore down on him. Just as he prepared to act, her eyes flickered open, their intensity locking with his own. He gasped, stepping back in alarm and stumbling over the chair.
With a sudden jolt, Mrs. Vilonte shot upright, unleashing a piercing scream that shattered the silence of the room. Frantically, she attempted to flee her bed, only to crumple to the floor, her legs betraying her after a month of disuse, unable to bear her weight. She resorted to dragging herself with her arms, making her way towards the door.
As the initial shock began to subside, Mr. Vilonte hastily regained his footing and hurried to his wife's side.
“Isabella..." he gasped, stretching out a trembling hand to touch her shoulder, but she swatted it away.
She struggled to rise to her feet once more, using the wall for support as her legs shook beneath her. The knot of her hospital gown had unraveled, leaving it to drape loosely over her fragile, naked form.
“Gabby! Where's Gabby?” She cried, her eyes were wide and filled with terror.
“Her room's not far from here, just down the hall.”
“I have to see her.”
“No, no, what we need to do right now is to get you back to bed. I'll go get the doctor.”
“You don't understand!”
“What is it that I don't understand? Tell me!”
“The baby…”
“What about the baby?”
“It's not what you think it is.”
“What? What are you talking about? What are you trying to say?”
Mrs. Vilonte let out an angry cry of frustration. “We must put a stop to it. She's going to give birth to something…”
“Something, what?”
Without answering him, she seized the door handle and yanked it open. Despite his attempts to restrain her, she broke free from his grip, landing a sharp blow to his face with her fist. A dazzling flash of white and gold stars burst across his vision like fireworks.
A deafening scream tore through the air, its intensity reverberating down the hallway, freezing everyone in their tracks. The sheer force of it sent shivers of nausea and fear rippling through each person present. The scream jolted Mr. Vilonte out of his daze, a surge of fear flooding back as he realized it was coming from his daughter's room.
He raced to the room and found Eric cowering in the corner, his expression filled with horror as he stared up at the ceiling. Mrs. Vilonte stood nearby, her discarded gown lying on the floor, a pair of scissors clutched tightly in her hand, likely grabbed from the nurse's desk. She, too, gazed upwards. Following their line of sight, Mr. Vilonte's heart nearly stopped.
Crawling along the ceiling like a twisted spider was Gabrielle. She gnashed her teeth like a feral beast and with a guttural hiss, she leapt towards the window, breaking through the glass.
“Gabby, no!”
Mr. Vilonte rushed to the window, crying out in pain as the glass cut into his skin. Through the broken pane, he watched in disbelief as Gabrielle, somehow still alive after her jump from the fifth floor, dashed across the parking lot, dodging cars with uncanny agility.
XXXXX
“Slow down!” Sara screeched, her fingers tightening around the grab handle.
But Mr. Vilonte didn't hear her. He remained steadfast, his foot firmly on the gas pedal, propelling the vehicle forward on the freeway in a desperate attempt to catch up to the police car ahead.
Within the span of an hour, his world was once again upended and crushed by the merciless force of the universe. Gabrielle's escape from the hospital triggered a frantic response from the hospital staff. Wrestling the scissors from the hands of a hysterical and furious Mrs. Vilonte, they pinned her to the floor. Meanwhile, a nurse administered a sedative to calm her down, allowing them to carry her back to her room.
The police were called to locate Gabrielle, prompting him to join the frantic search alongside them. Sara, just returning from the cafeteria with snacks in hand, found herself swept up in the chaos, following him to the car and demanding an explanation.
He slammed on the brakes with a forceful stomp, jolting them forward and then back in their seats. Ahead, several vehicles were stacked up. The police car he had been tailing collided with one of them. Hastily unbuckling his seatbelt, he got out of the car and navigated through the wreckage of the mangled vehicles.
“Gabby!”
He spotted his daughter standing amidst the tumult of the freeway. Upon hearing her name, she turned to face him, her expression clouded with confusion.
“Dad? Why am I here? What's going on?” her voice was laced with fear.
“I don't know. But let's get you out of here.”
“I want to go home,” she sobbed.
“Of course, we'll go home, right after the doctors check you over.”
As Gabrielle moved towards him, the ground beneath them began to tremble, its intensity mounting with each passing second. Cracks spiderwebbed across the asphalt beneath her feet, and long, sinewy vines emerged from the fissures, wrapping themselves around her and pulling her down into the depths below.
Mr. Vilonte sank to his knees, overwhelmed by devastation.
XXXXX
Although the haze of sleepiness had partially lifted, she felt the weight of drowsiness still clinging to her body, like a heavy anchor. Attempting to move her hands, she discovered they were bound by leather cuffs fastened to the bedside rails.
The room lay cloaked in darkness, with only the faint, silver light of the moon filtering through the window blinds, casting a gentle glow across the space. Except for the corner by the door. A sudden drop in temperature sent shivers through her bones. A presence was in the room, and it was standing in that dark corner, watching her.
Mrs. Vilonte stayed silent for a moment, refraining from saying a single word or making even the slightest sound. She clenched her teeth, attempting to suppress a whimper, but it slipped past her lips nonetheless.
A pale foot stepped out of the darkness, then the other.
She sucked in her breath at the sight of Victoria, who greeted her with a sinister grin. Her eyes were as dark as coal. Her teeth jagged with saliva dribbling down her pink lips. Without moving her mouth, Victoria's voice echoed in her head, “The price is high, your soul to keep, give me more to eat!”
Raising her hands, she held up a beating heart, giving it a firm squeeze. Instantly, Mrs. Vilonte was struck by a violent pain in her chest. She was engulfed by wave after wave of agonizing pain, rendering her unable to scream until a brief moment of respite allowed her to catch her breath, prompting her to cry out, "If you want to kill me, do it now! Go ahead, kill me! Rip my heart out. But please, just do it quickly. I can't bear it any longer.”
The entity cackled. "Death will not come easily for you. Instead, you shall endure a long and torturous existence, my dear. A life abundant with suffering and despair, with the sweet release you crave remaining distant for many years to come.”
Its talons closed around the heart giving it one final squeeze.
Mrs. Vilonte erupted in a roar of agony, her body contorting as she strained against the restraints. A nurse burst into the room, switching on the light. Once the lights flickered on, the pain dissipated, and her body eased back onto the bed, her wrists raw from the restraints. Observing her labored breathing and the sheen of sweat across her forehead, he checked her vitals and inquired about her sudden scream and whether she experienced any lingering pain.
She moved her head from side to side. “You wouldn't believe me if I told you,” she said, choking down a sob.
“Oh, I'm sure everything's going to be fine, Mrs. Vilonte,” the nurse reassured with a gentle tone, offering comfort.
“Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
“I would, if I had time. I'm sorry I've got other patients to attend to.” And after a final check on her vitals, he turned off the lights and left the room.
Mrs. Vilonte cast a wary gaze toward the darkened corner, a sense of apprehension prickling her skin. A solitary tear traced its path down her cheek.
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TRAGEDY at Concert Hall.
NIGHTMARE performance by renowned violinist and orchestra.
66 DEAD & 100s INJURED in CONCERT MASSACRE!
For an entire month, the media incessantly buzzed about Gabrielle Vilonte's last performance, a relentless stream that wore on Mr. Vilonte's nerves. Reporters bombarded him with calls, clamoring for an exclusive interview. Fed up, he had silenced his phone for days, ignoring every text and call, and stowed it away in the glove compartment. Thankfully, public interest had already shifted to the next headline. The bizarre event was now a distant memory in people's minds. Except, of course, those who experienced it.
Sleep became a nightly struggle. Most nights brought a jolting awakening, leaving him trembling so fiercely that his bones rattled and teeth chattered, while his heart threatened to burst from his chest. The recurring nightmare haunted him relentlessly—the terrifying vision of blood-red waves closing in, his senses overwhelmed as he tumbled blindly and helplessly. His survival was nothing short of miraculous, requiring only a brief stay of a couple of nights at the hospital.
George had insisted he stay with them until Mrs. Vilonte and Gabrielle emerged from their coma at the hospital. Despite the kind offer, Mr. Vilonte politely declined. While he cherished the idea of being surrounded by his family's warmth during such a challenging time, he found solace in the comforting embrace of Sara's soft, ample bosom. While he often disagreed with Mrs. Vilonte's choices, particularly concerning their finances, he was grateful he had yielded to her insistence on hiring a personal assistant.
"Take a deep breath and exhale slowly,” Sara instructed, her hand gently stroking his sweaty, naked back.
He followed her guidance, and as he did, he felt the nightmare fading away, replaced by the soothing sound of her voice. The terror that had gripped him was gradually replaced by a warmth that flowed down his throat, spreading a comforting heat throughout his belly.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," he sighed, pulling her into an embrace. "I wish we could stay like this forever."
"I wish the same, but we should go visit the hospital," she replied softly, gently pushing him aside as she rose from the bed to gather her clothes scattered on the floor.
He sighed again, sinking back onto the bed, overwhelmed by the prospect of abandoning its warmth to face the demands of the day. The thought of rejoining the world outside felt daunting. What finally persuaded him to rise from the bed was Sara's assurance that she would join him on the visit to Mrs. Vilonte, fulfilling her duties as the family's loyal and diligent personal assistant. But, in separate cars, of course.
On the way, he stopped to pick up a bouquet of flowers. Upon arrival, he warmly greeted the nurses and medical personnel he had come to know. They returned his gesture with sympathetic gazes and a small smile. As he entered Gabrielle's room, he found Eric already asleep in a chair by her bedside. Mr. Vilonte's heart sank at the sight. Despite the uncertainty surrounding her condition, he found solace in the fact that her baby remained safe within her womb, miraculously unharmed.
He arranged some lilies in a vase beside her, and pressed a fatherly kiss to her forehead before departing for his wife's room that was at the end of the hallway. Mrs. Vilonte lay peacefully, her complexion a little paler than usual. Gently placing roses on the nightstand, he pulled up a chair by her bedside, ready to share the latest updates.
With a soft voice, he relayed a few light-hearted news - George's pediatric clinic continued to thrive, their granddaughter landed a role in an upcoming school play, and Gabrielle’s condition remained in stable condition, but she had yet to awaken. Once he exhausted his list of news, he veered into trivial chatter about the weather, the traffic delays he encountered en route to the hospital which explained for his lateness (though in truth, he had persuaded Sara to join him for an intimate moment in the shower earlier), and his disappointment with the soggy cafeteria sandwich he bought.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened and Sara waltzed into the room, dressed in her business casual attire, every bit the dedicated assistant his wife had hired. Without saying anything, she walked over to his chair, resting one hand on his shoulder while the other caressed the sparse strands of hair on his balding head. Her touch sparked a warmth within him, kindling a fire that surged through his body.
“Do you think she'll ever wake up?” Sara asked.
“We can only pray,” he replied, then under his breath added, “that she doesn't.”
How he wished things in his life were different. He glanced at his wife, then shifted his gaze to the pillow beneath her head. A thought crossed his mind – it wasn't too late. He could grasp the pillow and silence her forever, altering the trajectory of his life for the better.
“I wonder what's going on inside of her head,” Mr. Vilonte wondered aloud, “Do you think she's dreaming or is it all just darkness?”
XXXXX
In a realm beyond the physical plane, Mr. Vilonte’s words echoed through the forest. Mrs. Vilonte, catching wind of his voice, raced forward barefoot. Her elegant dress shoes, now trapped in the mud, disappeared into the earth. Her gown had become torn and muddied from her struggles against the clutches of vines and twisted branches.
Stopping for a moment, she pondered the possibility of deception, the voice perhaps a sinister ploy by the otherworldly entity, taunting her with the mimicry of her husband's voice.
"Please, let me go home!" she pleaded, her words falling on ears that only responded with mocking laughter.
You love her…you love her… you want her to wake up…no, you loved her. Do it now. Or it's never.
She was sure it was his voice, drawing her towards him and she followed its trail.
XXXXX
When Sara stepped out in search of snacks, he stood by his wife's bedside, peering down at her sleeping figure. Inch by inch, he maneuvered the pillow from beneath her head, his hands trembling with each deliberate movement. Just as he was about to place the soft weapon over her face, he hesitated, clutching the pillow tightly as he paced the room, engaged in a fierce debate with himself.
“You love her. No, no, you loved her.”
In over thirty years of marriage, he found himself reminiscing only about the initial five years, a period suffused with warmth and happiness. The following decades, however, that love had withered away over time like a neglected rose, starved of nourishment.
If he didn't take the chance now, he may not have the opportunity to do so. He returned to her bedside, clutching the pillow. The weight of his decision bore down on him. Just as he prepared to act, her eyes flickered open, their intensity locking with his own. He gasped, stepping back in alarm and stumbling over the chair.
With a sudden jolt, Mrs. Vilonte shot upright, unleashing a piercing scream that shattered the silence of the room. Frantically, she attempted to flee her bed, only to crumple to the floor, her legs betraying her after a month of disuse, unable to bear her weight. She resorted to dragging herself with her arms, making her way towards the door.
As the initial shock began to subside, Mr. Vilonte hastily regained his footing and hurried to his wife's side.
“Isabella..." he gasped, stretching out a trembling hand to touch her shoulder, but she swatted it away.
She struggled to rise to her feet once more, using the wall for support as her legs shook beneath her. The knot of her hospital gown had unraveled, leaving it to drape loosely over her fragile, naked form.
“Gabby! Where's Gabby?” She cried, her eyes were wide and filled with terror.
“Her room's not far from here, just down the hall.”
“I have to see her.”
“No, no, what we need to do right now is to get you back to bed. I'll go get the doctor.”
“You don't understand!”
“What is it that I don't understand? Tell me!”
“The baby…”
“What about the baby?”
“It's not what you think it is.”
“What? What are you talking about? What are you trying to say?”
Mrs. Vilonte let out an angry cry of frustration. “We must put a stop to it. She's going to give birth to something…”
“Something, what?”
Without answering him, she seized the door handle and yanked it open. Despite his attempts to restrain her, she broke free from his grip, landing a sharp blow to his face with her fist. A dazzling flash of white and gold stars burst across his vision like fireworks.
A deafening scream tore through the air, its intensity reverberating down the hallway, freezing everyone in their tracks. The sheer force of it sent shivers of nausea and fear rippling through each person present. The scream jolted Mr. Vilonte out of his daze, a surge of fear flooding back as he realized it was coming from his daughter's room.
He raced to the room and found Eric cowering in the corner, his expression filled with horror as he stared up at the ceiling. Mrs. Vilonte stood nearby, her discarded gown lying on the floor, a pair of scissors clutched tightly in her hand, likely grabbed from the nurse's desk. She, too, gazed upwards. Following their line of sight, Mr. Vilonte's heart nearly stopped.
Crawling along the ceiling like a twisted spider was Gabrielle. She gnashed her teeth like a feral beast and with a guttural hiss, she leapt towards the window, breaking through the glass.
“Gabby, no!”
Mr. Vilonte rushed to the window, crying out in pain as the glass cut into his skin. Through the broken pane, he watched in disbelief as Gabrielle, somehow still alive after her jump from the fifth floor, dashed across the parking lot, dodging cars with uncanny agility.
XXXXX
“Slow down!” Sara screeched, her fingers tightening around the grab handle.
But Mr. Vilonte didn't hear her. He remained steadfast, his foot firmly on the gas pedal, propelling the vehicle forward on the freeway in a desperate attempt to catch up to the police car ahead.
Within the span of an hour, his world was once again upended and crushed by the merciless force of the universe. Gabrielle's escape from the hospital triggered a frantic response from the hospital staff. Wrestling the scissors from the hands of a hysterical and furious Mrs. Vilonte, they pinned her to the floor. Meanwhile, a nurse administered a sedative to calm her down, allowing them to carry her back to her room.
The police were called to locate Gabrielle, prompting him to join the frantic search alongside them. Sara, just returning from the cafeteria with snacks in hand, found herself swept up in the chaos, following him to the car and demanding an explanation.
He slammed on the brakes with a forceful stomp, jolting them forward and then back in their seats. Ahead, several vehicles were stacked up. The police car he had been tailing collided with one of them. Hastily unbuckling his seatbelt, he got out of the car and navigated through the wreckage of the mangled vehicles.
“Gabby!”
He spotted his daughter standing amidst the tumult of the freeway. Upon hearing her name, she turned to face him, her expression clouded with confusion.
“Dad? Why am I here? What's going on?” her voice was laced with fear.
“I don't know. But let's get you out of here.”
“I want to go home,” she sobbed.
“Of course, we'll go home, right after the doctors check you over.”
As Gabrielle moved towards him, the ground beneath them began to tremble, its intensity mounting with each passing second. Cracks spiderwebbed across the asphalt beneath her feet, and long, sinewy vines emerged from the fissures, wrapping themselves around her and pulling her down into the depths below.
Mr. Vilonte sank to his knees, overwhelmed by devastation.
XXXXX
Although the haze of sleepiness had partially lifted, she felt the weight of drowsiness still clinging to her body, like a heavy anchor. Attempting to move her hands, she discovered they were bound by leather cuffs fastened to the bedside rails.
The room lay cloaked in darkness, with only the faint, silver light of the moon filtering through the window blinds, casting a gentle glow across the space. Except for the corner by the door. A sudden drop in temperature sent shivers through her bones. A presence was in the room, and it was standing in that dark corner, watching her.
Mrs. Vilonte stayed silent for a moment, refraining from saying a single word or making even the slightest sound. She clenched her teeth, attempting to suppress a whimper, but it slipped past her lips nonetheless.
A pale foot stepped out of the darkness, then the other.
She sucked in her breath at the sight of Victoria, who greeted her with a sinister grin. Her eyes were as dark as coal. Her teeth jagged with saliva dribbling down her pink lips. Without moving her mouth, Victoria's voice echoed in her head, “The price is high, your soul to keep, give me more to eat!”
Raising her hands, she held up a beating heart, giving it a firm squeeze. Instantly, Mrs. Vilonte was struck by a violent pain in her chest. She was engulfed by wave after wave of agonizing pain, rendering her unable to scream until a brief moment of respite allowed her to catch her breath, prompting her to cry out, "If you want to kill me, do it now! Go ahead, kill me! Rip my heart out. But please, just do it quickly. I can't bear it any longer.”
The entity cackled. "Death will not come easily for you. Instead, you shall endure a long and torturous existence, my dear. A life abundant with suffering and despair, with the sweet release you crave remaining distant for many years to come.”
Its talons closed around the heart giving it one final squeeze.
Mrs. Vilonte erupted in a roar of agony, her body contorting as she strained against the restraints. A nurse burst into the room, switching on the light. Once the lights flickered on, the pain dissipated, and her body eased back onto the bed, her wrists raw from the restraints. Observing her labored breathing and the sheen of sweat across her forehead, he checked her vitals and inquired about her sudden scream and whether she experienced any lingering pain.
She moved her head from side to side. “You wouldn't believe me if I told you,” she said, choking down a sob.
“Oh, I'm sure everything's going to be fine, Mrs. Vilonte,” the nurse reassured with a gentle tone, offering comfort.
“Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
“I would, if I had time. I'm sorry I've got other patients to attend to.” And after a final check on her vitals, he turned off the lights and left the room.
Mrs. Vilonte cast a wary gaze toward the darkened corner, a sense of apprehension prickling her skin. A solitary tear traced its path down her cheek.
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2024.04.29 01:22 MedicalSaga Ongoing Sudden Onset Chest Pain/Tightness, Unhappy with Current Medical Care (or lack thereof)
- 34M, 6'0", 205lbs, White/Caucasian
- Primary Complaint: Chest pain, tightness in chest, trouble breathing, acute fatigue.
- Chest pain is primarily in left side of chest, just to the left of the sternum, but not quite at the pectoral muscles. This is also where the tightness seems to stem from, spanning across the center of my chest. Another pain point appears to exist in the left side of the chest, around the mid/lower ribcage. This one can sometimes be irritated when moving certain ways, and almost feels muscular in sensation. I haven't been able to manipulate these points of concern or identify sensitivities with surface-level touch or massage, beyond just adding uncomfortable pressure.
- Secondary Complaints: Significant heartburn, intermittent skin rash (small itchy bumps appearing on hand/knuckles/testicles/elbow for the past 2-3 months), muscular pain/fatigue, intermittent lightheadedness.
- Past/Current Diagnoses: Idioventricular arrhythmia, GAD, ADHD, possible SAD/MDD, IBS
- Drink? 0-3 drinks per week (often 0). Smoke? No. Drugs? No.
- Medications (was taking none prior to this event):
- Bupropion XL 150mg: Began 1 week prior to medical event, stopped after chest issues.
- Esomeprazole Magnesium 20mg: Took two-week course, ending 3/4/24. Resolved heartburn in that time, but did not affect chest symptoms. Heartburn returned after this.
- Propranolol 10mg: Prescribed off label for possible bodily anxiety. Took two weeks, now on hand for as-needed use. Saw intended improvements for bodily anxiety (my brain still reacted to anxiety-inducing events, but my breathing and heart rate remained normal), but the chest symptoms were unaffected.
- Lorazepam 0.5mg: Prescribed in effort to treat chest pain. Currently trialing. Tried a 0.5mg dose so far, and noted slight calming effects, but no impact on chest issues. Planning to take a 1mg dose today to confirm results.
- Arnuity Ellipta 100 MCG/ACT inhaler: Currently waiting on pharmacy to receive stock.
First, a quick background leading to the medical event.
I've been seeing a psychologist on and off for 3.5 years, but no other medical professionals in this time. The work done here was pretty basic--talked through a couple breakups, but typically met once per month for proactive work around daily life. I have a history of probable SAD (received a MDD diagnosis ~10 years ago) that began to interfere with my life around OctobeNovember 2023, so my psychologist recommended seeking a psychiatric prescriber.
I had an upcoming appointment with a new primary care provider, where I wanted to discuss ongoing fatigue since I had COVID in April 2023 (possible "long COVID"?), so I decided to discuss medication here as well, with the idea that they would have the whole picture in mind while treating me.
I'd tried SSRIs twice around 8-10 years prior and didn't love the sexual side effects, so I asked about Viibryd and Wellbutrin, which were recommendations I'd received. I mentioned hesitation around Wellbutrin, given a history of cardiac issues (ultimately diagnosed as an arrhythmia) and medication/stimulant sensitivity (and orders from my past cardiologist to avoid caffeine/stimulants), but my new PCP insisted he was comfortable prescribing it to me, so off I went with a 150mg bupropion prescription, taking my first dose on 12/4/23. They also ran an EKG that day, simply because I had worked with a cardiologist in the past and hadn't had one since then (outside of occasional Apple Watch ECGs), which was interpreted as normal, and I was referred to a sleep specialist for possible sleep apnea (later confirmed, and I'm now trying to figure out how to sleep with a CPAP).
Here's where the symptoms began.
One week later, on 12/11/23, I hadn't noticed any effects from the bupropion, either positive or negative. Around 7:40pm, I was relaxing on my couch in good health, playing a relaxing turn-based game (so no apparent stressors), when I felt intense pain in the left side of my chest. This lasted for 1-2 minutes, when the sharp pain subsided, but an intense tightness remained, which came with a sensation of some difficulty breathing.
I probably should have taken a trip to the ER, but I didn't due to fear of cost (poor choice, I know). I felt things out a bit and eventually went to sleep, hoping to feel better in the morning.
I did not feel better in the morning. I woke up with the feeling of tightness still present, along with feeling a bit lightheaded. I nearly passed out after getting up and moving around, but I barely avoided it by lying down in the floor and elevating my legs. I've passed out maybe 5-8 times in my life due to what is assumed to be anxiety/vasovagal in nature (from medical needle work/IVs, one reaction to numbing or dilation drops at optometrist, one reaction to an oncoming IBS event with lack of restroom access, one vaccination experience (of many before and since that went fine), and once while overdoing it when I had COVID), so I'm assuming that's what happened here. I've experienced occasional lightheadedness in the time since--maybe 5-6 days of frequent lightheadedness, but I haven't actually passed out in this time.
I managed to grab a same-day appointment with my PCP that morning, so I went in to see him, fully expecting to be referred to the ER or urgent care. He told me he wasn't worried about it being a heart attack, to continue taking the bupropion, asked when I was seeing my therapist next, asked for an update in a couple days, and sent me home.
With no change, I saw my PCP via telehealth two days later.
He advised me to continue taking the bupropion, but I reframed my inquiry around that to ask if it was safe to stop entirely. He said yes, so the dose taken earlier that day was my last. He referred me to get an x-ray and blood work. These came back normal, apart from a granuloma/calcified nodule in the left lung.
At this point, he asked me to come back in one month with a journal, which felt much too long, given the symptoms and their impact on my life. He also wrote me a work note recommending remote work while working out a treatment plan.
Currently, there has been no improvement--my chest still feels tight and/or in pain essentially all the time, with severity coming and going. At this time, I was also experiencing acute muscular pain/fatigue across my chest and arms, like I had gone to the gym and way overdone it on those muscles. It was mostly focused on the chest, and the muscles around the armpit. I also began to experience GI symptoms (primarily severe heartburn, but initially accompanied by excessive burping and notable gurgling/activity in the stomach that has since subsided).
- From my journaling, here are the activities correlated with my symptoms:
- Lack of sleep. This is the most impactful by far.
- Physical exercise/exertion, including short walks. This can be especially bad, but it's also one I have a bit more control over managing.
- Driving, especially when heightened alertness is needed, such as in heavy traffic.
- Remaining in one physical position for too long. Lying on my back is the worst, with lying on my sides, sitting upright at a desk, standing also providing discomfort. Sitting on the couch, where I can lounge and shift position more easily seems to be the least problematic spot for me, but rotating resting positions is the best thing for it so far.
- Being in social settings for extended periods--even something fun and low-energy, like a couple friends coming to see me, feels taxing after a while. I suspect this has to do with my limited bandwidth, and the passive tension I experience as someone who experiences social anxiety, but it's noteworthy either way.
- It's worth noting that a lot of these symptom correlations don't occur immediately, but in the hours following, and symptoms can be elevated for days at a time if I overdo it too much. It's less like having the body feedback from a broken limb that says, "Don't move that way," and more like the timeline that comes with something like heartburn/IBS (you ate/did the wrong thing and are paying for it on a delay).
As soon as I could, I made appointments with a psychiatric prescriber, a cardiologist, and a pulmonologist.
I onboarded with the psychiatric prescriber to explore the bupropion's possible role in this. I was told that given my medical history, prescribing the bupropion at all was not a good idea for me, and especially in an XL format at 150mg. The initial hypothesis was that this could have thrown my body into a "feedback loop" of bodily anxiety that persisted after stopping the medication, but after the symptoms didn't respond to a couple different prescriptions (see above), the determination was that this should be exhaustively diagnosed as a physical health issue. Long-term, this prescriber wants to try stimulants for ADHD treatment, but said this is on hold until the chest issues are resolved and a cardiologist has given approval.
The cardiologist I saw didn't want to see a 12-lead EKG (my latest was from the initial PCP visit before symptoms began). He scheduled an EKG stress test, which was actually the first time I got wired up since my symptoms began. He has also declined to view the medical records I acquired from my past cardiologist on more than one occasion, which detail my past diagnosis and testing (including another stress test, nuclear imaging, echo, and Holter monitor results).
I powered through the stress test as best I could. I experienced resistance in my chest as my breathing increased, but my symptoms got much worse as I returned to rest, and the following 3-5 days were especially bad. The good news is that the results came back good, but the cardiologist has advised against any further testing, despite symptoms persisting with no identified cause.
Here are the X-Rays taken last week after my lung function tests.
I saw the pulmonologist, who has maybe been the most thorough provider I've worked with so far (aside from the sleep specialist, who was excellent, and the psychiatric providers I've worked with outside my PCP's network). He mentioned the calcified nodule on my left lung remained static between the two rounds of X-Rays, and was likely a result of a past fungal infection, or similar. He said my lung function results were good, but noted my lungs held on to air a bit too long, which was possibly a sign of asthma (though unlikely, given I haven't presented accordingly in the past). He prescribed me an inhaler (see above) to try for a couple weeks, at which point he wants to refer me to a GI specialist for the heartburn and have an echo to check for pericarditis (he declined to refer until I've trialed the inhaler).
Feel free to skip to the end from here!
This next bit may be more about poor provider interactions, though I would absolutely invite advice.
About a month ago, my workplace requested a renewal for my remote work recommendation. It's been a good accommodation that allows me to work in light of the physical limitations I'm experiencing (without having to resort to a medical leave, which my psychologist recommended, but I can't afford), and there are no issues in performing my job remote. My PCP asked me to return in person before issuing another note, so I scheduled that and went in (with a different doctor this time). I was assessed, asked again repeatedly about mental health, and told a note would be written. I later found some very inaccurate notes that misrepresented much of what I said during the visit.
The following day, I received a message asking how I'd like the work letter formatted. I provided details and didn't hear back for a week. I nudged them, asking if they needed more details. This led to an interaction with my usual PCP, who asked what limitations I was experiencing... I returned to square one and laid them all out, as above in this post. He then asked why I hadn't seen a pulmonologist as discussed during my visit with the other doctor--this hadn't been brought up at all before now (and I scheduled my above detailed pulmonary visit after this interaction). He then again asked how my mental health was, and what my new psychiatrist recommended (which I had detailed previously). He then recommended I ask my psychiatrist for a work note instead, said that his office would reach out to their office, and noted that I would be charged for the message interaction, because it was initiated by me... despite it being a follow-up interaction initiated by his office after my last appointment. I relayed that I sent my psychiatrist a release form, but noted I wasn't sure how helpful a work note from their office would be, given the ruling that this is a physical issue unrelated to mental health. He requested I return in person yet again.
Against my better judgment, I agreed and set my appointment. The first thing he did in person was act confused and ask why I came in (this is not the first time we've had an appointment he requested begin this way). He then pointed out that I have a care plan via the pulmonologist, threw up his hands, and presented that in an "Okay, end of story, now go home" sort of way. I'm pretty uncomfortable advocating for myself, but I gave it my best shot. I explained that I'm still in pain and can't do the things I want to do, at work and beyond, and that I desperately want to return to normal health, or at least get some answers. He said that some things don't have a solution, and the stress test came back fine, so I can resume normal activity, and his biggest advice was to exercise.
I was baffled by this suggestion, so I explained that I would love to be able to resume exercise (I have a bike and paddleboard collecting dust, and I am not happy being stuck at home nearly all the time, feeling terrible while I manage my symptoms), but it's not something I'm able to do right now. I walked through the fact that I have a significant amount of pain that gets worse as my activity level increases, and we haven't identified a cause... which tells me that I shouldn't push things until I know what I can push. His response was that it would be fine. Specifically, he said that I'm an adult who can make the choice to push through discomfort, and his recommendation as an internal specialist was to exercise through it.
I should add that he was severely agitated and appeared on the verge of yelling this whole conversation, and I was shut down any time I attempted to discuss my symptoms or ask for help.
For example, I wanted to ask about the heartburn and where I need to draw lines on medicating for it, as I currently take famotidine 10-20mg as needed until I can do another round of Nexium, but am concerned with doing this for too long, especially if there may be a better approach to resolving it (and whether it may be related to the chest issues). I've actually brought my heartburn up with him a few times, and have been brushed off each time.
Now for the wrap-up (finally).
Apologies for the large volume of text there, but it's been a journey, and thank you to anybody who stuck through this far. Right now, I'm exhausted, in pain and intense discomfort, and I'm having a hard time being taken seriously or finding a provider who seems to care. If anybody has seen something like this or has a recommendation on what sort of providers or treatment/diagnostic work I should seek out, or even just advice on how to navigate the medical system in light of my experiences here, I'm very open to ideas.
I'm not sure what to make of it, given that I'm of course not a medical expert, but symptoms coming on from nothing at all to full symptoms in an instant, and sustaining for months after seems odd. The timing of the bupropion is also pretty suspect to me, but the issues persisting so long after stopping it is also odd. I've had hiatal hernia mentioned as a possibility, but with no improvement from the Nexium (beyond just the heartburn while actively taking it), I know that makes it unlikely to some extent. It feels like we're looking at a lot of "not very likely" possibilities at this stage, though, so I don't know where I should be looking.
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2024.04.29 01:17 StonedMackin We need to quit using "training" as in excuse to always blame the owner
The fact of the matter is that humans shouldn't HAVE to "train" an animal that has no business in human society to the extent that they are. We shouldn't be playing God over a whole species.
Unfortunately training is a must and a necessary to "owning" a dog or another pet, but the fact is we shouldn't even be "owning" these creatures to begin with.
No I'm not vegan, no I'm not some ASPCA animal rights activist. I'm saying that humans shouldn't be forcing, manipulating and breeding a whole species into a human built society just because WE want them. We shouldn't HAVE to "train" a dog to not be a dog. At that point you're not liking the animal for being that animal, but the idea of that animal. It's nothing more than further stripping a dog/animals (albeit annoying) natural instinct and personality away from them.
Do I think we should have every dog be untrained in human society? No but I do think we shouldn't necessarily have these dogs IN our society to begin with. We shouldn't have to train a dog to be more human or to be "accepted" in our society, especially when they themselves never even CHOSE to be part of this society but were forced to be.
It's like kidnapping an animal, forcing them into our homes and then training them to not be what they naturally are just so we can benefit/profit off of them (whether it be running from your problems, using "pets" as a crutch, replacing natural human connection, using them for our own mental and emotional boosts, etc). Animals aren't objects, they aren't some medicine, they aren't a substitute for therapy or human bonding, their existence shouldn't be centered around making YOU feel better about yourself or helping you with YOUR emotional/mental problems. They aren't some object you just use for your own benefit and boost. They're a living creature with their own independence, own freedom, own societies, own families, etc.
No you aren't a dog parent. They already HAVE parents that you stripped them away from since birth. You are not their fuckin parent. It's an insult honestly. You can't teach them to be a dog and you SHOULDN'T be teaching them how to be a human, to fit into a society they were literally forced into.
So again, we need to quit using training as an excuse to trash "owners". The fact is, they shouldn't even need training in order to fit into a society they aren't built for. They should be free to be dogs, themselves, in their own societies, in nature. We shouldn't "train" the dog out of them in order for them to be accepted. At that point you're not liking the dog/animal for what it is but the idea of it.
And again I agree that since dogs ARE in our society that training is unfortunately a necessity. But it shouldn't even have to be this way.
Imagine if aliens came down to earth, made us all into their personal bitch, trained the human instinct out of us and then held us captive in their home for all of their lives. Humans would have such a fuckin meltdown but for some reason it's just A okay when we do it to other species because "it goes back centuries", "they have a better life with us", and all the other excuses.
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Unfortunately training is a must and a necessary to "owning" a dog or another pet, but the fact is we shouldn't even be "owning" these creatures to begin with.
No I'm not vegan, no I'm not some ASPCA animal rights activist. I'm saying that humans shouldn't be forcing, manipulating and breeding a whole species into a human built society just because WE want them. We shouldn't HAVE to "train" a dog to not be a dog. At that point you're not liking the animal for being that animal, but the idea of that animal. It's nothing more than further stripping a dog/animals (albeit annoying) natural instinct and personality away from them.
Do I think we should have every dog be untrained in human society? No but I do think we shouldn't necessarily have these dogs IN our society to begin with. We shouldn't have to train a dog to be more human or to be "accepted" in our society, especially when they themselves never even CHOSE to be part of this society but were forced to be.
It's like kidnapping an animal, forcing them into our homes and then training them to not be what they naturally are just so we can benefit/profit off of them (whether it be running from your problems, using "pets" as a crutch, replacing natural human connection, using them for our own mental and emotional boosts, etc). Animals aren't objects, they aren't some medicine, they aren't a substitute for therapy or human bonding, their existence shouldn't be centered around making YOU feel better about yourself or helping you with YOUR emotional/mental problems. They aren't some object you just use for your own benefit and boost. They're a living creature with their own independence, own freedom, own societies, own families, etc.
No you aren't a dog parent. They already HAVE parents that you stripped them away from since birth. You are not their fuckin parent. It's an insult honestly. You can't teach them to be a dog and you SHOULDN'T be teaching them how to be a human, to fit into a society they were literally forced into.
So again, we need to quit using training as an excuse to trash "owners". The fact is, they shouldn't even need training in order to fit into a society they aren't built for. They should be free to be dogs, themselves, in their own societies, in nature. We shouldn't "train" the dog out of them in order for them to be accepted. At that point you're not liking the dog/animal for what it is but the idea of it.
And again I agree that since dogs ARE in our society that training is unfortunately a necessity. But it shouldn't even have to be this way.
Imagine if aliens came down to earth, made us all into their personal bitch, trained the human instinct out of us and then held us captive in their home for all of their lives. Humans would have such a fuckin meltdown but for some reason it's just A okay when we do it to other species because "it goes back centuries", "they have a better life with us", and all the other excuses.