I’m the king. Of jalopies.
I mean I didn’t learn this from Reddit but I used to piss in bottles a lot in my room and my wife caught on to it (we have separate rooms because to both of us sleep as sacred and we don’t need to share a bed to love each other) and got really upset about it. Until I explained to her that when I was young my dad used to beat my ass for getting up and going to the bathroom in the middle of the night as if I was some kind of pussy for not being able to hold it. As a result, I conditioned myself to not pee at night in the bathroom, but pee only in what was most readily available. As I became older, it carried over when I would wake up in the middle of the night and be too scared to go to the bathroom for obvious reasons. Sounds ridiculous. Might even sound disgusting but that’s my experience and there’s nothing wrong with me and I don’t do it anymore but it took me a long time to understand that nobody was going to kick my ass for going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. It wasn’t because I was disgusting and it wasn’t because it was mentally ill. It was because my father had conditioned me.
You need to hit up the food bank. They give out food. No questions asked. Fresh veggies and fruits and plenty of ready to go meals. There’s no shame in it. I’ve been in your situation many times and churches very often are giving out free food to people who need it. Again no one will question your situation. You just go there and get your food and leave.
Ironic coming from a site that expects me to pay to read that