Fear of dying alone. Everyone tells me it’s ridiculous, but I’ve been single for years now. If I talk about it as a legitimate fear it often gets dismissed or seen as dramatising or being hyperbolic.
And unfair world where men get canceled because of sexual harassment claims without evidence or before any evidence was presented and he hasn’t had a chance to explain his side of the story or no one cares what his thoughts are.
Being mlm, I like both genders, but I feel like it’s so hard to find a guy who is the same “level” of mlm as me. Not that I have any problem with more feminine guys, but it’s just not me, nor what I’d like to pursue for a relationship.
Dating apps are garbage, and when I make guy friends they don’t expect me to be mlm so I obv don’t attract other mlm kinda dudes.
But where I lack in romance I excel in high quality friendships, so maybe that’s trade off to be made
The flashbacks I get from the years I was SA’d as a kid. But men can’t get SA’d in our culture it feels like so I just never talk about it in real life. Whenever I’d bring it up to people I’d either get dismissed or laughed at.
A growing branch of feminism is becoming openly sexist and limiting the effectiveness of the real feminists. But the only people who can call them out for it are other women
I’m having some weight issues right now. I’m hovering around 166-170 at 5’9.5″, and honestly, it’s killing me. I used to be 290 pounds, so the idea of going back scares me. Lately, I’ve just been hungry all the time, and it’s not like I’m stressed or depressed, which used to be my triggers for overeating. I’m just hungry. I really don’t want to go back to where I was. And for some reason I been getting all these ads for the weight loss injections and I am so close to trying to get some. I just don’t want to be at again.
I’m really disappointed because my girlfriend said she often had sex with her ex and hookups, but she doesn’t want to with me.
I’m confused about the future at 23, I’ve never worked or gone to college, and I’m stuck with anxiety and damn depression.
All the jokes about our size. I’m a mental health clinician, and I see male clients every day who are insecure about themselves. Seeing memes and jokes CONSTANTLY about small guys and big guys to mock a man as disappointing or attractive based on size is nerve-wracking. It’s total body-shaming, no question about it, but men aren’t protected from it by a cultural agreement that this kind of body-shaming isn’t cool. We’re fair game. Men who make a comment about a woman’s weight will (deservedly) receive immediate censure, but jokes about men’s bodies get laughter. See an obnoxious truck–what’s the first joke anyone will make about the man driving it? And countless other examples.
My mother-in-law has a lot of ideas about how to ‘fix’ things that are not super pressing. She will bager people about things that she wants changed. Like, my son and I detached the furniture in our living room and rearranged it while she actually stood staring at us and ‘supervised’. It was almost two hours past her bedtime and I was the one who mentioned wanting to fix it in the first place. It’s my house, I have three children with my wife and absolutely do not need someone hovering over me while I reset furniture in MY living room. But if I say anything – I am being negative and / or condescending because I have an opinion about the respect I deserve and my wife will suggest that my feelings or opinion are unreasonable.
I can’t help but feel like everyone else is ignorant of their behavior. I don’t know if that’s just me being unaware or everyone else just being unaware of our own behavior.
I get a case of limerence whenever I meet someone knew, and they eventually find out that I’m a normal human being with relatively normal emotional regulation, I just get excited for as long as they’ll let me, but if something does happen and we become real, after a few years the limerence wears down and I have to rely on good ol’ fashioned love, and I’m not sure if my love is enough for anyone, let alone myself.
Being a Bisexual man is a special kind of hell. There are plenty of straight people who would be disgusted by that (my parents included) and many in the LGBTQ doubt my Bisexuality since I have only had one relationship and it is with a girl. People want to push me into either category of Straight or Gay. I’m neither. Even Pride Month really doesn’t acknowledge the challenges of Bisexual men.
Overwhelmed by being a dad to young kids. Wanting to be supportive and participate, but they frequently exhaust my patience. I lack a “third place” and feel guilty making time to hang out with friends. I cant complain to my wife because shes a better parent by most measures, plans our entire family schedule, and still makes time for countless personal social activities.
I tried to explain that i feel this way and how its manifesting itself (anxiety, depression, listlessness, temper) and i feel like a selfish idiot when i try to vocalize it.
Anything related to the sort of negative experiences with groups of people who aren’t like me. Like society talks so much about this idealized sort of thing where everyone is accepted. And most of the time things are fine, and I have reached a well adjusted/rounded point where I checked most of the boxes I thought I had to.
As a man I’m just supposed to put up with things that anyone else wouldn’t have to. It’s implied that all the issues between cishet men and everyone else is something we have to fix ourselves. And when we talk about it we have to do it a certain way, otherwise it’s dismissed without a second thought. Even though we just want things to be better. Not every guy has the sort of social life where everything is ideal. And it’s not that easy to really fill in the gaps.
Like there’s plenty of communities where we naturally could vet ourselves and all that, and befriend pretty much anyone who’s around. And yet it’s a long process before we ever hang out one on one with anyone, that’s not enough for some people. Don’t get me wrong I get it, and Reddit might not be the best place for good faith discussion about this sort of thing. It feels like a lot of the groundwork for any friendships is on my shoulders. And again it feels like If I don’t word this right, all I said here goes to waste.
It feels like there is so much more expected of me compared to everyone else. Like people talk so much about the idealized society where everyone is accepted , as long as you aren’t actively pushing other people away. Yet people seem to want to find any reason to not like someone, and so on. And people are indifferent to it all. Like everyone is going to make it this long drawn out thing like someone who’s depressed who lets most advice go one ear and out the other.
I’d just think people would be more astute about it all. Not just assuming that you are either this hopelessly depressed person or some raging prick. Like some people just want to be sincerely listened to and other liberties like that.
I work a good job have personal and family reponsibilities and obligations that I meet, I’m emotionally available to my partner and kids, only I’m functioning recovering addict and I’m on a lonely white knuckle ride without letting my supports help me.. I’m too proud to fess up and ask for help.
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Taxes. I mean I can speak up about it, won’t change shit.
Fear of dying alone. Everyone tells me it’s ridiculous, but I’ve been single for years now. If I talk about it as a legitimate fear it often gets dismissed or seen as dramatising or being hyperbolic.
And unfair world where men get canceled because of sexual harassment claims without evidence or before any evidence was presented and he hasn’t had a chance to explain his side of the story or no one cares what his thoughts are.
Expressing any political opinion that is not far-left will get me scolded at
How soft men are becoming. It’s a taboo topic in the “mental health” era but men, especially younger men need thicker skin and be less sensitive.
You are the future protector of your family. Make sure you’re ready for that
Being mlm, I like both genders, but I feel like it’s so hard to find a guy who is the same “level” of mlm as me. Not that I have any problem with more feminine guys, but it’s just not me, nor what I’d like to pursue for a relationship.
Dating apps are garbage, and when I make guy friends they don’t expect me to be mlm so I obv don’t attract other mlm kinda dudes.
But where I lack in romance I excel in high quality friendships, so maybe that’s trade off to be made
All my friends settled down in the past year or two and I’m choosing a very different path. I don’t relate to them much now.
The flashbacks I get from the years I was SA’d as a kid. But men can’t get SA’d in our culture it feels like so I just never talk about it in real life. Whenever I’d bring it up to people I’d either get dismissed or laughed at.
my hemorrhoids
A growing branch of feminism is becoming openly sexist and limiting the effectiveness of the real feminists. But the only people who can call them out for it are other women
Nothing. I’m fine.
Cost of living. I’d say something, but then I’d get deported
Just a general apathy towards the day to day bullshit eat sleep work yea !
Having to leave the house I’ve lived in for 25 years.
I’m having some weight issues right now. I’m hovering around 166-170 at 5’9.5″, and honestly, it’s killing me. I used to be 290 pounds, so the idea of going back scares me. Lately, I’ve just been hungry all the time, and it’s not like I’m stressed or depressed, which used to be my triggers for overeating. I’m just hungry. I really don’t want to go back to where I was. And for some reason I been getting all these ads for the weight loss injections and I am so close to trying to get some. I just don’t want to be at again.
I’m really disappointed because my girlfriend said she often had sex with her ex and hookups, but she doesn’t want to with me.
I’m confused about the future at 23, I’ve never worked or gone to college, and I’m stuck with anxiety and damn depression.
Nothing is bothering me, and there’s nothing that I don’t feel like I can’t speak up about 🤷🏻♀️
I’m scared that all the effort I put into anything leads to disaster.
All the jokes about our size. I’m a mental health clinician, and I see male clients every day who are insecure about themselves. Seeing memes and jokes CONSTANTLY about small guys and big guys to mock a man as disappointing or attractive based on size is nerve-wracking. It’s total body-shaming, no question about it, but men aren’t protected from it by a cultural agreement that this kind of body-shaming isn’t cool. We’re fair game. Men who make a comment about a woman’s weight will (deservedly) receive immediate censure, but jokes about men’s bodies get laughter. See an obnoxious truck–what’s the first joke anyone will make about the man driving it? And countless other examples.
My mother-in-law has a lot of ideas about how to ‘fix’ things that are not super pressing. She will bager people about things that she wants changed. Like, my son and I detached the furniture in our living room and rearranged it while she actually stood staring at us and ‘supervised’. It was almost two hours past her bedtime and I was the one who mentioned wanting to fix it in the first place. It’s my house, I have three children with my wife and absolutely do not need someone hovering over me while I reset furniture in MY living room. But if I say anything – I am being negative and / or condescending because I have an opinion about the respect I deserve and my wife will suggest that my feelings or opinion are unreasonable.
I rarely see my best friend of 25 years even though we live 10 minutes away from each other.
I can’t help but feel like everyone else is ignorant of their behavior. I don’t know if that’s just me being unaware or everyone else just being unaware of our own behavior.
Existing.
I get a case of limerence whenever I meet someone knew, and they eventually find out that I’m a normal human being with relatively normal emotional regulation, I just get excited for as long as they’ll let me, but if something does happen and we become real, after a few years the limerence wears down and I have to rely on good ol’ fashioned love, and I’m not sure if my love is enough for anyone, let alone myself.
Sometimes I just want someone to ask how I’m really doing and actually want to hear the answer.
the pain of…..ATHELETES FOOTS!
I am tired. I will be sad to go but a part of me would be relieved.
Being a Bisexual man is a special kind of hell. There are plenty of straight people who would be disgusted by that (my parents included) and many in the LGBTQ doubt my Bisexuality since I have only had one relationship and it is with a girl. People want to push me into either category of Straight or Gay. I’m neither. Even Pride Month really doesn’t acknowledge the challenges of Bisexual men.
Parents gettin old
Future still rather unknown in general and personal
Friends are decent but really aint shit past a good time
Realizing I’m probably more in line to be a bachelor by choice than any semblance of a family in this fucked up world
But jobs not finished.
Nothing is bothering me. I can’t speak out about it because no one will believe me when I say that.
Overwhelmed by being a dad to young kids. Wanting to be supportive and participate, but they frequently exhaust my patience. I lack a “third place” and feel guilty making time to hang out with friends. I cant complain to my wife because shes a better parent by most measures, plans our entire family schedule, and still makes time for countless personal social activities.
I tried to explain that i feel this way and how its manifesting itself (anxiety, depression, listlessness, temper) and i feel like a selfish idiot when i try to vocalize it.
Anything related to the sort of negative experiences with groups of people who aren’t like me. Like society talks so much about this idealized sort of thing where everyone is accepted. And most of the time things are fine, and I have reached a well adjusted/rounded point where I checked most of the boxes I thought I had to.
As a man I’m just supposed to put up with things that anyone else wouldn’t have to. It’s implied that all the issues between cishet men and everyone else is something we have to fix ourselves. And when we talk about it we have to do it a certain way, otherwise it’s dismissed without a second thought. Even though we just want things to be better. Not every guy has the sort of social life where everything is ideal. And it’s not that easy to really fill in the gaps.
Like there’s plenty of communities where we naturally could vet ourselves and all that, and befriend pretty much anyone who’s around. And yet it’s a long process before we ever hang out one on one with anyone, that’s not enough for some people. Don’t get me wrong I get it, and Reddit might not be the best place for good faith discussion about this sort of thing. It feels like a lot of the groundwork for any friendships is on my shoulders. And again it feels like If I don’t word this right, all I said here goes to waste.
It feels like there is so much more expected of me compared to everyone else. Like people talk so much about the idealized society where everyone is accepted , as long as you aren’t actively pushing other people away. Yet people seem to want to find any reason to not like someone, and so on. And people are indifferent to it all. Like everyone is going to make it this long drawn out thing like someone who’s depressed who lets most advice go one ear and out the other.
I’d just think people would be more astute about it all. Not just assuming that you are either this hopelessly depressed person or some raging prick. Like some people just want to be sincerely listened to and other liberties like that.
Laryngitis
I work a good job have personal and family reponsibilities and obligations that I meet, I’m emotionally available to my partner and kids, only I’m functioning recovering addict and I’m on a lonely white knuckle ride without letting my supports help me.. I’m too proud to fess up and ask for help.