Hi Reddit, I (27F) am dealing with a strict and kinda controlling mom. For context, I still live at home, working for my dad in family business, and my mom has always had strong opinions about how I should live my life — especially when it comes to dating and sex. Even when I went on a simple coffee date and told her about it, she had to express her opinion on the guy’s appearance, job, our upcoming second date etc smh

I recently started seeing someone (32M) casually (not serious, just fulfilling my needs after a long dry spell since a tough breakup 3 years ago). Last night I went to see him and ended up staying the night at his hotel. To avoid a huge fight with my mom, I lied and told her I was at a girlfriend’s sleepover.

Well… she tried to reach me, I didn’t pick up, and then she started calling my friend (who was actually at a dance class). The friend’s boyfriend picked up and basically revealed I wasn’t there. When I finally answered my mom, she confronted me and now I’m busted.

I don’t feel bad about TRYING to have a sex life - I’m 27, for fucks sake. But I do feel guilty for lying. The problem is, if I had told her the truth, she would have pried, probably shamed me, potentially stopped me from going, called me not decent, basically slut shamed, and we would have had a fight anyway. So I felt like I had no “safe” option.

It’s the next day and I haven’t talked to her since, but I know a confrontation is coming. I don’t know how to handle this in a way that doesn’t completely blow up. I don’t want to keep lying, but I also don’t want to be constantly berated for trying to have normal adult relationships.

How do I navigate this? Before anyone says it, moving out would not be an option for the foreseeable future. I prefer to keep my private life private and avoid sharing anything. Has anyone dealt with something similar with a strict/controlling parent?

I don’t even know where to start. I was a stay-at-home mom for 13 years, at my husband’s request, raising our son while he worked. I gave up my own education and career to make sure our child was cared for every single day.

Now we’re divorcing, and suddenly I’m being painted as if I “abandoned” my son ,like I was never there. He and his side are saying I had nothing to do with my child’s upbringing. That’s a complete lie. I was there for everything: teething, crawling, walking, potty training (twice), library programs, arts and crafts, chalk drawings, painting to help his motor skills. I have years of photos and videos showing I was his daily caregiver.

On top of that, I’m Black and my son is biracial. His father is white, and my son has no other biracial or Black figures in his life besides me. By cutting me out, they’re not only trying to erase me as a parent, but also trying to erase a part of my son’s identity. It feels like they’re trying to whitewash him, and it’s breaking my heart.

I’ve been through so many lawyers and dead ends trying to get help in Iowa, and I feel like the system is stacked against me. I even spent 9 days in jail just for being in the same home as my son, because my ex uses the police as a weapon.

I’m exhausted. I’m scared. And I’m furious. I don’t know what else to do, but I also know I can’t stop fighting for my son.

If anyone here has been through something like this custody battles, being erased, being lied about in court, or raising a biracial child in a situation like this , I would love advice, solidarity, or just to know I’m not alone. 💜

This is a rant/vent..

I was with my partner for 15 years and the last several years were miserable. I turned into his parent and was in charge of everything, cleaning, paying the bills, etc... His laziness and selfishness ruined any semblance of a relationship we had. He had issues he refused to settle and He weaponized his incompetence against me. He would gaslight me into feeling like this is just how marriage is supposed to feel. I'm the woman, I have to do everything while he gets to up and leave to go to fun things. All the while I was left picking up the pieces of a marriage I thought was okay. He was viciously depressed and while he would say that I was his world, it just felt like words. Nothing felt true because he hated himself so much that it felt like i was hated too. Yeah I was his world, I was the one holding up him up while he got to live the life he wanted to live.

When I told him that I was divorcing him he accused me of everything in the book. From cheating on him, to trying to passive aggressively force me to come out to my parents (I'm queer coded but they know that and could care less), to using him for financial gain, to leading him on. He has since apologized for it but it just made me laugh. Okay, sure Jan, that's why im leaving. It's definitely not because he turned into a lazy slob that did nothing for himself or his surroundings.it's not because for the first time ever in my life I'm choosing me! I'm leaving him for myself!

I know that he regrets letting everything go and fucking up as hard as he did. That sucks for him, I hope that he works that out with someone and he can work to overcome those issues. In the meantime, I'm the happiest I have been since I don't know when. I could cry knowing that past me is so grateful for present me for standing up for herself and setting boundaries. I'm crying in bed for how proud of myself I am for doing this and standing up for myself.

Now I'm dating people that I never thought would be attracted to me and who I thought I was out of their league. I'm realizing my self worth for the first time in my life. I'm realizing that I deserve to be partners with someone who wants to be with me for me. I'm a hot ass fucking bitch that deserves so so much more than what I was dealt. I'm never going back to the old ways again.

This article details a woman's legal warfare against a surrogate who, through no fault of her own, went through a pregnancy loss while carrying the intended mother's fetus. Both that surrogate and a later one nearly died during pregnancy, and it turns out the intended mother withheld important medical information from them.

The whole thing makes me feel sick. These women have suffered because of the power the wealthy intended mother holds over them, and because the surrogacy industry doesn't have enough safeguards. I'm tired of women being treated as walking wombs in this country, and it's awful to see that oppression being performed by rich woman onto less privileged women.

I know there's so much messed up shit going on with the administration in the US right now, and it's not something to take lightly. I know sexism is alive and well. But ever since I got into my 20s and really became an adult, it's opened my eyes to how fortunate I am to live in this incredibly tiny sliver of a moment in which women can exist in comfort. For 10s of thousands of years life has been synonymous with some level of physical suffering, but for this brief second of history, I can return home to my rented and overpriced apartment, I can light a candle, I can wrap up in a blanket, and I can exist in comfort all by myself. My lease only has my name on it. I'm not completely ostracized by society for not being married with kids despite being almost 30. Every year I pay a small fee and get a year's worth of birth control online with no issue.

Last week I got a UTI for the first time in my life. I had NO idea how physically uncomfortable they actually were. But within 30 minutes I had paid a small fee for an online consultation, and a couple hours later my prescription was approved by a physician. I picked it up the same day. Within 2 days of being on the meds, all my discomfort and pain was gone. It kinda blew my mind. The medication I'm on wasn't created until the 1950s. So in the grand scheme of things, the chances of being alive and having access to affordable medication, rather than possibly dying of sepsis or a kidney infection, were basically 0. Yet here I am, completely pain free, and so grateful for it.

I wanted to go back to school, so now everyday I sit in a classroom surrounded by other women, and continue expanding my education (and just don't think about the tens of thousands of dollars of debt I'll owe). I wanted to buy a piano a few years ago, so I made my first big adult purchase and spent thousands of my own hard earned dollars on a lovely piano. I wanted to learn how to properly cook, so I took a fun class in a kitchen and truly enjoyed it, because up until then, there were 0 expectations that I had to be cooking homemade meals for myself or my nonexistent husband and kids.

There is still so much pain and danger with being a woman. I worry so much about what life will be like after Trump's term is over. I live paycheck to paycheck, I can't afford life like basically everyone else around me, I know I'll never own a home. But if you showed me a timeline of all of human history, and told me to pick which part I'd like to be alive in, I really struggle to imagine living in any time but this one. As someone who's incredibly introverted and loves nothing more than to be physically comfortable, sometimes it really feels like a privilege to sit on my couch and smoke a bowl of weed and do my homework.

She is married to a bad person idgi.

Once I said “I am ready to marry a man with red flags for papers” (i am from Balkans) and people said villainized me saying i am an enabler blah blah..

But Melania Trump is a classy good lady? Wth.

How she is married to a bad person for money and power.. jeez.

Atp should i also marry passport pedo bros for papers and in the end ill get praised by it lolll..

Edit: sorry for my English..

Edit 2: yes i have offers too from pedos passport bros in USA as well. Lot’s of women here do. I have been in modeling too just like Melania. I have said no to a man who could have also changed my life when it comes to finances. Now this is putting me in a moral conflict cause should I do the same and marry creeps for passport and money? Cause wth in the end i will get praised too Ig like Melania lol..

I’m originally from the Middle East and moved to Europe about 3 years ago for work. I’m single, and like many singles abroad, I sometimes struggle with loneliness. But recently, I’ve noticed something surprising: married women, especially those who move abroad joining their husbands after marriage, often seem more lonely than single women. I always assumed that being married would protect you from loneliness in a foreign country. But in reality, many of these women are stay-at-home wives/moms, don’t work, don’t have friends, and depend 100% on their husbands for going out or social contact. For example, a woman I know recently joined her husband here. She doesn’t work, doesn’t know anyone, and told me her phone can go for weeks without a single call. She often invites me over because she has no social life of her own. Meanwhile, single women abroad usually have more options: going to expat events, traveling solo, taking dance classes, staying out late, or building independent social circles. It feels like the lifestyle of marriage often revolves around the family, the house and husband’s job and schedule, which can unintentionally trap the wife in isolation.

Has anyone else noticed this?

Unintended consequences

I’ve been thinking about a pattern I’ve noticed and wanted to hear your thoughts. My friend for how many years now had a child when she was a teenager but wasn’t able to be involved in their life. She was very young at the time (16yo) struggling with depression and came from a broken family— base on her story she was raised by her grandparents along with her siblings and didn’t have parents to support her. Her circumstances made it impossible for her to care for her child, so the child was raised by the other parent, and she chose not to reconnect. The ex is now married with a family of his own.

Now she’s an adult in her 30s, stable, and ready to start a family with her current partner. Yet people still criticize her past choices and question her ability to be a parent.

What strikes me is that men in similar situations—fathers who step back or aren’t involved—rarely face the same level of criticism. Why do you think society judges women so much more harshly than men in these cases?

I’m not blaming anyone but why is there such a gendered double standard when it comes to parenting choices?

So I(28F) have a friend (27F). She can be a bit "pick not the best guys, sees potential rather than the person and just runs with red flags". I've compartmentalized her to "not safe to travel with". Mind you she's intelligent, gorgeous, kind heart, successful (writer and therapist), all around a good friend.

There was a incident where we went out dancing, enjoyed out time together. On our way back to the car we got stopped by a car with two guys. The one on passenger side started talking to my friend. Now I can be nosy. I'm listening to the conversation and he's just bragging. He owns a construction business, he's well off.... etc my man is just trying to sell it to her. So, I start asking questions. Like followup questions to what he was saying. He got mad and said I was "grilling" him and said I was acting "white". He proceeds to disrespect me. I say nah, I'm good, you dont have to call me out of my name, bye and head towards the car to wait for her.

10mins later she's back and defending him. "I came on too strong, he had a long day at work, he apologies for calling me out of my name and gave her 50 bucks for us." I'm like you know what it's none of my business, I should have just kept my mouth shut.

She probably liked what she was hearing and probably felt like I was ruining it for her. Lesson learned!

We head to the waffle house and he's there. He approaches us and apologies again, pays for our food, and then proceeds to disrespect me again.

Thankfully I was sitting by a dude that chimmed in to my defense and then she finally said something. He backed off and left.

We left and I shed some tears and she consoled me. She didn't like how he apologized and continued the disrespect. I guess the first time I earned it but the second time was too much.

Since then I haven't gone out with her. I don't feel comfortable traveling with her. Also I just shut up when men approach my friends. Its none of my business. Let them lie in peace. Let her find out his character without my noseyness.

I'm just curious, like obviously I'm an adult and should mind my business but this man is literally lying to you! He doesn't even have a name for his "business". I know I was in the wrong but what am I missing?

Anytime I've heard of age-gap relationships, there's always that one person who says "What could you possibly have in common? People in their 20's (or whatever) are so immature." Followed by various reasons that young women are completely intolerable.

If they're speaking directly to the girl/woman, they will call her "naiive," or "too young to know what she wants," etc.

This tone focuses criticism on the wrong person and infantilizes women/girls with perfectly valid feelings. It's fine to have issues with inappropriate age gaps. But, if you're going to call it out, you should focus your criticisms on the person abusing their power.

i’m a 19 year old currently taking GED prep classes at an adult/continuation school, and i’ve only been to a couple classes so far.

normally i dress up no matter where i’m going - even if it’s just to go grocery shopping - as i’m a big fashion girl and love putting outfits together. it’s my favorite way for me to express myself. in my classes though, i’ve noticed that everyone dresses very low-effort and casual (not saying this in a bad way at all! i honestly think it’s more practical to dress comfortably for a class that’s as long as the one i’m taking).

i feel out of place. i typically wear outfits with some flair and i’m always accessorized, so being with all these other people wearing casual clothing (like sweatpants, t-shirts, and hoodies) makes me feel overdressed.

i don’t really want to downsize my look. i love dressing up. i’m just worried that it might be a bit weird for me to be so dressed up for a class. if it were college, i’d probably feel different, but i’m a bit stumped on whether i should tone it down a bit for these courses or just let myself dress how i like.

do any other women have thoughts about this? is it something i should consider or am i thinking too much about it?

Does anyone else feel like their grandmas/women of that age are or were stronger feminists than their moms?

Context:

I'm in my 30's; mom & MIL are early 60's. Both of my grandmas have passed but I was close with both growing up and as a young adult.

Both of my grandmas were white.

Grandma 1 was I guess an intersectional feminist in her own way - in the US Deep South but advocated for WOC and diversity in times and places where it just wasn't done. Turns out, a long line of strong women on her side of the family.

Grandma 2 was more a stereotypical 2nd wave feminist - always encouraged her friends, grandkids, daughters to have their own jobs and money; would drive other women to the polls. She was from a tiny midwestern town and would accept criticism from grandma 1 on occasion when she said something ignorant.

In contrast, my mom and most of her peers are just...not. It's really sad and I don't get it. Am I talking to the wrong older women or what is going on??

I'm a young adult woman. I'm done growing. And I'm tiny. 5'1 and 95lbs. I really struggle to feel attractive. I've been mistaken for a child. When I dress to "show my figure", I feel like a joke because there's nothing there to show off. My body is disappointing.

I hate when women say they're jealous when they're clearly only talking about my size, not my actual body. I hate that I'm only ever "young", "cute", "innocent" (wtf) and never sexy or womanly, because "real women have curves". I'm only ever seen physically for being skinny and small. I hate myself for looking like this. I've cried over it.

Yes, I can/should gain weight. But I have trouble putting on weight. And I'd rather it not come from a place of self-hatred. And there's only so much that working out can do if I don't have much shape structurally to begin with. And I'm not interested in surgery. I just want to love my body without feeling like my personality "makes up for it", but don't know what there is to love.

How are you holding up? The state government is overtly hostile to women and seems to be escalating by the day. How are things on the ground there? Do you have plans to try to move to a safer state?

https://www.cnn.com/2025/09/04/us/abortion-texas-pills-private-citizens-lawsuit-providers-hnk

Hello girls, I'm a 25yo Brazilian woman, I'm currently 13 weeks pregnant, I never wanted to be a mother and always took care of myself, but I ended up letting it happen and I really regret it, I was initially going to go through with the pregnancy but after talking to my partner we decided that we would think about it better, it turned out that I had bleeding and thought I had miscarriage, but two weeks later I discovered that I was still pregnant, I had started smoking weed again and everything, so we decided it would be better to have an abortion, but where I live this is illegal and is only allowed in some specific cases such as SA or malformation, I managed to find a way to get the pills illegally, but now I'm feeling very bad about all of this, a lot of guilt, feeling that I'm making a mistake, Christian guilt due to my upbringing even though im no longer a Christian. I don't want to be a mother right now. It's not a good time, and I can't support a child, nor do I feel mentally prepared for it. But I'm being eaten away by guilt. It's advanced, and I feel a small connection to what's here. But I also continued smoking and not taking care of myself, so I think it's even unfair to this child. I feel like garbage. Even though I'm pro-choice, I can't feel like I'm making the right choice. My partner supports me in any decision, but it's also difficult for him, even though he doesn't show it. (Sorry for the bad translation i used Google translate)

It's been one of those weeks where I am feeling so utterly lonely and nothing I do can combat the feeling. I do have a couple of people I talk to semi-regularly, and a couple more I talk to every so often with the understanding that life is busy and it's okay if we don't talk 24/7. But hearing my coworker talking about always having friends/family over, or watching the way my coworkers get along so well and call each other friends, just makes this loneliness exponentially worse.

And I know it's also on me to reach out and make the effort but fuck, why can't it be as easy as it was in elementary school? Why can't I just say I like your hair or tattoo, let's be friends, and that was that?

I don't know, I just wanted to rant, lament, reassure myself that I'm not the only one feeling like this.

My girlfriend doesn't have a Reddit account so posting for her. She said she's been having heavy blood flow since the 2nd of this month, the start of her period. Tonight she started getting really nauseous and her cramps are the worst they have ever been. She doesn't have health insurance, so I'm trying my routes quickly before going to the ER. Thank you all in advance.

EDIT: I may be overreacting, but I wanted other input.

EDIT #2: Thank you for all of your advice. I meant to edit earlier. We ruled it to be food poisoning, as a friend had eaten the same meal and had also gotten sick.

I just finished watching this insane story and need to know how others feel about it.

I didn't want to put in the title which relationship I am referring to for spoilers, but I specifically am interested in the mother-daughter relationship.

It's unfathomable to me how this mother could do this to her own daughter. I myself am a mom and it's just incomprehensible to me.

I don't have a great relationship with my own mom but she would never ever do anything even remotely close to this.

It has also struck me that the daughter maintained contact with her mom while in prison and wants to rebuild the relationship at some point and holds strong that she still loves her mom. I would have thought that she would never ever want anything to do with her mom after all of this.

I can empathize about the mom's trauma during her teenage years, but I can't move past her actions towards her daughter because of her past.

Looking forward to hearing y'all's thoughts!

It is my life story. It’s long, but if you’re here, maybe it’s worth sharing. It is about being broken and rebuilt.

I’ve always been the quiet, introverted Asian girl. And somehow that made me a target. To put it straight: I was bullied through my whole life.

At school, chased and called teacher’s pet just because teachers liked me for my piano, guitar, and Chinese classical dance skills (Not because I was especially gifted, but because my parents were busy running a small business and signed me up for endless after-school classes). That little bit of attention from teachers was enough to make other girls hate me....

[Hate to recall...] Once cornered in the bathroom and had my bra strap snapped hard, left me shaking in pain, withou any mark, so teachers couldn’t notice. In the kitchen, someone threw a tissue into the soup pot and swore they saw me do it.

Adulthood wasn’t kinder. At work, most colleagues came from wealthy families, always talking about “investments” and “funding rounds.” I didn’t even understand half of it (and it wasn’t even relevant to the job), so it made me “less than” in their eyes. I was isolated, pushed around, and the boss just stayed silent.

Marriage was no refuge either. I married through family arrangement (no love, just local norm that “you’re at the age of marriage”). My husband rarely makes decisions, but if I ordered a dish, then he would blame me if the food is too salty.

The breaking point came one night. On a trip with my husband, I planned everything, but we hit traffic, it was suddenly all my fault.

For the first time I asked myself: Why am I always the one people step on?

I went to therapy. My psychologist told me something that cracked me open:

“Have you noticed? You let everyone else define who you are. You have no boundaries.”

She gave me 2 assignments:

• Every day, write down the moments that made me uncomfortable. Note the details: who it was with, what happened, how I felt.
• Write whether I tried to say no — even in the smallest way. Bring the notes each week so we could look at patterns.

She said what mattered wasn’t perfect writing, but whether I was naming my feelings more clearly, and whether the “no’s” were slowly increasing.

And they did.

In the office, I refused to do work that was not mine, my voice shook and my hands sweated, but I said it.

At home, I stopped saying “what do you think” and started saying, “I’d like to eat this.” Even when my husband complained, I didn’t crumble inside.

Writing things down showed me I wasn’t just “weak.” I was building new muscles I’d never been allowed to use (well, I might just blame everything on the "norms" I guess, otherwise, I cannot take it).

Over the last four and a half months, I’ve watched myself change step by step. First week, I could hardly get the word “no” out. Second week, I said it once at home. By month two, I said it at work. Scroll back through my Macaron logs, I can see how far I’ve come.. Guess... I am really doing better now.

P.S. The good news is: I’ve grown. My presence feels different.

The bad news (or maybe another good one to me) is that I’m in the middle of a divorce (Oddly enough, what I feel most is relief).

To close my life story, I want to share who I am today:

I’m not “fixed.” I still hate conflict, and criticism still stings. But I’m no longer the girl who thinks silence is survival. I have a voice now, and it matters.

If you’re suffering right now, please know you’re not alone. I hope my life story shows that growth is possible, even if it’s slow and messy. Everything will be fine.

TL;DR: Bullied as a child, at work, and even in marriage. Broke down, went to therapy. Therapist asked me to record daily moments of discomfort, who caused them, what I felt, and whether I said “no.” Reviewing those notes helped me see patterns and build boundaries. Still a work in progress, but I finally feel like I have my own voice.

Does anyone else get like little pimples on their nipples? I know I prob shouldn’t but I always squeeze them but it’s like deep in the skin and always like a thick bright white. What is it??

I (31f) have been with my boyfriend Bob (34m) for 2.5 years now, living together since January this year. Before we moved in together he lived at home that he purchased with his sister Abby (30f) and a tenant who is sister’s close friend Chris (29m).

Both their parents died when they were teenager and left them quite a big amount of money so they can finish school and paid toward down payment of the house. Bob feels responsible for Abby and rightfully so he is her only family now.

Since the beginning of our relationship I would see Abby hopping between jobs while looking down on office/corporate jobs (Bob, Chris and I have corporate jobs) as she sees herself as a creative person and would like to go in that direction so she only worked part-time as sales clerk and spend her free time on her passions (interior design, MUA, growing her insta as a lifestyle influencer). Until recently where she got a full time office job as a salesperson as she can’t afford her lifestyle on a part-time job. She also does make up gigs 2-3 times a month so she definitely gets paid well.

Abby has expensive lifestyle and would go out every weekend, go on expensive holidays, expensively redecorated the house and buying expensive furnitures using money from shared account with Bob and lost the receipts. She would borrow the money from their shared account without telling Bob and only put it back in when Bob found out. Borrowed money from Chris and told him to take that amount out of the rent next month.

Abby does not know how to prioritize or budget. For a ridiculous example, they were redoing the house and Abby would like a giant mirror with built-in speakers for the bathroom which costs 5 times more than usual mirror that size and insisted that it would increase the value of the house while she ignores the leaking roof and does not really see the importance of fixing it.

This has becoming very annoying when Chris moved out of the house 6 months ago and left Abby living at home alone. The new tenants are moving in in October so Abby and Bob have to pay mortgage and bills out of pocket when usually Chris’ rent would cover all of those. They are splitting the mortgage and Abby is a sole responsible for bills. However Abby said she can’t afford it so Bob agreed to split everything in half even though he doesn’t live there anymore.

It’s been months and Abby hasn’t paid any money toward bills or mortgage. Bob is the one paying for mortgage and bills for her. When asked, she said she had used up all the money. So Bob started asking on the day her paycheck comes and she said she will let him know at the end of the month if she could pay. Which she never could but still takes holidays and eat out. She just doesn’t really care that he is covering everything for her and would start screaming/yelling at him when they argue about this.

Bob can’t stop paying mortgage or they will take the house. He can’t stop paying bills or her credit score would go bad (her name is also on the mortgage) and will up the interest. He is stressing out paying bills for 2 houses (for her and with me). I don’t know if I should get involved and talk her to her senses or what to do from here really. Sorry this has become a rant 🥲

I started wearing dresses, skirts, and shorts with my legs with like visible stubble on it. Is it full grown hair? No. But, maybe one day I will do that. I still feel confident and sexy, and I really don’t gaf what anyone has to say. Actually yesterday I got LOTS compliments about my outfit (I care a lot about my appearance so I get compliments regardless on how I look, and how I smell) with visible stubble by women and men. I am dark skin, so it’s less noticeable than maybe someone with lighter skin so maybe it’s not that noticeable but in the light and when I’m sitting down I think so. Who knows I’ll be growing my armpit hair too? lol. Anyways, that’s a milestone I’m breaking out of. But, will I stop completely shaving my body? Probably not. I personally prefer the feeling of silk smooth skin for sensory reasons, and the look of it. But, a little hair is giving…..grown and sexy. Unbothered. Moving against the gradient. Grow your body hair out, who cares!!!! I already stopped wearing bras more and more to embrace my naturally small boobs. I only wear sticky bras or sports bras if I do. So, yeah!

As the title says I just have such a hard time now. I’m used to getting yelled or given silent treatment over the dumbest things or if I do something mildly wrong.

Even though I know I’m safe and secure in my current relationship I still can’t shake my previous experiences around other men which extended to this relationship too. I am always constantly reassured and told I will not be yelled at and never have it taken out on me but I still have so much anxiety whenever my partner is mildly upset even if it’s small.

It’s just so difficult especially yesterday when I found out I accidentally got my boyfriend sick I’m just paranoid he’s mad at me or is going to yell when I know he won’t be. But my body just tenses up expecting the worst when I know it’s not going to happen.

Does anyone know how to deal with a situation like this????

I just went in for a breast exam and it felt awfully rushed. I was seated and she didn't even have me take off my bra. Just felt around for barely 10 seconds below my arm told me it was nothing and sent me off. The whole process took about a minute. To be fair I am definitely on the younger side but it felt like a real concern was just invalidated.