I used to work for a store that puts the stuffing in teddy bears. One day I was outside wheeling around a cute one to try and bring customers in and get reactions from kids and I smiled and said hi to an older lady. She stopped, we had a conversation and she said “this is the only conversation I’ve had with a human being in over a week.” And went on her way. I was devastated for her and I still think about it a lot.

My dad once told me about one of his college buddies who loved doing nitrous oxide so much that he tied a bag of it around his head and asphyxiated. He said this in a joking way and chuckled until I pointed out that it was likely a s*****e then his face dropped like he hadn't ever thought of it.

My mom picked me up so we could get food on my birthday a few years ago and randomly brought up an instance when me and her went to disney for a cheering competition I was in where the only thing I asked for on the whole trip aside from food was this round minnie mouse plushie filled with those soft styrofoam like beads. It was so squishy and soft so I took it to my mom and asked if I could have it. She had said no so I just assumed parent saying no because they don't want me to have it.

She casually drops *why* I wound up getting it on the last day of the trip. My bio dad and her were still married at the time and he *drained their join bank account on strippers at a local strip club*. Her friend who was with us who's daughter was also on the team had to cover dinner for us that night and I didn't know. She had to call the next morning and ask her job to give her a 3 day advance on her paycheck as we weren't leaving until saturday morning so that was gonna be like 3 1/2 days without food for the day as our stay package only included breakfast at the resort.

I already hated my bio dad by this point and I just couldn't believe he would be so f*****g reckless. I believed he would do it but not that he would put me and my mom without food for 3+ days. The j*****s... I still have that plushie by the way its in my closet my bio dad tho? No contact.

I am a wheelchair user and was stopped by a homeless woman in Vegas who was very distraught about me crossing the street. She claimed she’d seen another wheelchair user get run over and k**led on that particular road and that I should always travel with someone abled for visibility purposes. She got hysterical at that point and I excused myself, promising to be careful. I was unsettled.

I googled the incident later. Her mug shot came up in the search. She was the driver.