Share actual problems you've had that no one will ever sympathize with

I am in my earlier forties and my weight (which is exactly where it should be) does not fluctuate by more than six pounds regardless of whether I eat right and exercise or eat crap and listen to my muscles atrophy.

My problem with this is that, like many people, my primary motivations are vain and shallow - our culture pats me on the back for being thin and it’s easy for me to be lazy. But I need to stay on top of what’s going on inside to try to avoid the cancers that have struck most of my female relatives.

Get a ticket to practice in my state, and I’ll trade you, even up. Having spent much of my career tilting at windmills, I’m ready to make some bank.

If you count Bartlett as Memphis, there’s two that I know of.

Could you get blanket approval for a certain category of cases? Say you get to take one case per quarter as long as it’s pro bono and domestic violence, guardianship, emancipation, (whatever you like here)?

Dunno what jurisdiction you’re in, but my state has a volunteer lawyer program. Lawyers sign up to consider accepting cases in areas of interest and convenient venues. The LSC-funded programs screen cases for financial eligibility and merit, and then refer them to the volunteer program for staffing.

You’re welcome to PM me if you’d like to know more.

Oh I didn’t know about the one in Bartlett. My daughter takes a class in Bartlett at Dance Oasis and I know her instructor works at First Congo as well. She is just awesome. Beautiful too.

At FC they’re called Desert Rose, methinks.

Actual problem I had: depression serious enough to require a medical leave from work. My therapists both advised me to quit my job, but my son is in college, and it would have been impossible to keep him in school without asking him to take on a big debt.

I spoke with nobody about my problems at work for at least a year because I felt that an important part of recovery for me was to avoid fishing for sympathy. I’ve opened up to a couple of trusted co-workers recently without wallowing in self-pity. I need to avoid blaming my mental health issues on my former boss because, despite his lack of fairness, it was my inability to keep matters in perspective that caused me to spiral down. If I lie to myself about that, I’m not getting better.

Not exactly what the OP was about, but pretty close.

A truly humbling experience after I returned to work: I co-worker was diagnosed with a brain tumor and underwent surgery. He has recovered and is, to all appearances, fully recovered. I felt jealousy for his illness because it was something that everyone could understand and sympathize with.

I’m doing well, all things considered. But pity is very, very, dangerous stuff. Self pity is the worst.

Walt

I have a valuable coin collection of U.S. “type” coins (one specimen of each design minted). It’s worth more than my house, and I have it safely tucked away in two safe deposit boxes. The problem is that regardless of my financial status I’m reluctant to sell any of my collection . . . always assuming they’ll be worth more, the longer I hold on to them.

I’m already 64, and could use the money. But I have a feeling the collection will outlive me.

Really? I find that interesting, cause I’m in the same boat. This first year of med school has been the hardest and most depressing of my life, and I’m wondering if being a doc will suck too. Okay if I start a thread on this, Qadgop, to get your and other physicians and med students opinions on career options for an MD?

I have a substantial inheritence coming to me in a couple of years. My problem is what to do with it: Keep the investment strategy the same, use a portion to start my own business (I’ve a couple of business plans), what?

Tommorrow I have to take my client to Well’s to visit her 93 year old friend at her summer house on the beach. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself for those two hours, walk the beach, go grab and ice cream, sit and read…?

I have a year of free education thanks the the U.S. government, really good grades, a completely supportive wife, and the intelligence to do practically anything I want. My problem is I have no idea what I want. I have way too many choices for me.

I’m honestly thinking if going into dentistry.

My problem too. I have months worth of sick leave and so much vacation time that I donate it to other staff members when they exhaust their sick leave. Cashing out isn’t an option. I’m occasionally forced to take banked holiday time off when I’d rather be working.

Yeah, I’ve had this problem before. I think the real issue is that LOTS of girls are a size 6, so that’s the size that always runs out first.

My (somewhat related) problem is that clothing can’t seem to decide what size it needs to be in order to have it actually fit me. At some stores I’m a small or a size 4. Other stores? A medium and a size 6. (In still other stores I’m a size 7…goddamn I need to stop shopping in the junior’s section.) And at least a few times, I’ve been both a size 4 and a size 6 for two different pairs of pants in the same store. Arrrrrrgh! I don’t care what size I am, but pick one and stick to it, already! :mad:

Vanity sizing, a pet peeve of mine! I’d like to be able to confidently know what size I am. I realize there will be small differences from brand to brand but jeez, some stores are crazy!

Old Navy, The Gap, and Banana Republic are all owned by the same company. Banana Republic fits me the best consistently. Then it’s The Gap. Old Navy? Their sizes are HUGE. I’m generally a 0 or a 2 but have a few dresses in a 4 and had to get a six once at another store. At Old Navy their smallest size makes me look like I’m wearing sizes three times too big.

As for the OP: I guess complaining about not finding sizes small enough is my non-sympathy-getting problem

I feel the exact same way, only substitute “government job” to “helpdesk at a regulated company” and “law school” for “IT School” and I’m just like you, coasting through life at this sweet easy high paying job. I loathe it so.

Nope, or at least not in a lot of places. I worked in the clothing department of a store at the same time, and the problem is that they rarely ordered anything below a size eight because sizes four and six were unpopular, not that they ran out quickly. I guess that makes sense when the average woman is something like a size 12.

If I can butt in, hang on and finish. You’re probably only thinking of practicing with a degree, but let me tell you that degree will open thousands of doors, even if you never use it.

You can go into research, the military, work with insurance companies. Even if you never practice medicine that’s cool, because that degree has a lot of other things, even if you never speak to a patient.

Also remember the degree will get you in. Supposing you want to live in Australia or Canada or virtually anywhere. Almost all places need doctors. So you get your degree and apply to live in Aussie. There’s a demand for doctors, so you get in. You practice your medicine for a few years and then become a citizen and quit and now you can live there.

The degree is the important thing for you. Remember there is SO MUCH more you can do with a medical degree than practice medicine. Research with the military (tropical diseases) and big pharma are wide open and well paying

You really should, otherwise we’ll hijack Skald’s thread, and he’ll cover us in gravy and transport us to the Jurassic. Make sure you post a link in this thread so that we can follow you there.

There are lots and lots of options, not the least of which is not doing medicine but having MD after your name. You only really hear about the mainstream options. I wish that I had explored some of the off-the-beaten-track ones.

Being treated like a girl.

I am a mature woman of over 50yrs, but thin, short, long non grey hair. All my life I’ve been treated like a girl, instead of a woman. I figured by now I’d be there, I’ve been patient.

I was out shopping with hubby one day, and ended up purchasing pants from the boys section, for like $8. Complained all the way home. I want to be more substantial. Y’know have girth, heft, weight. Because a woman like that commands some respect, due deference etc. Instead I’m still being treated like a ‘girl’, grrr. I’m not delighted to be purchasing the same clothing as an 11yr old boy.

My hubby was all, “So you want to get wide? Weigh more? Look older?”, not really, I just want some respect, damnit.