What are some non-fiction books that cover the Great Replacement theory? I’m also looking for any books on White genocide.

Today our 23 y/o autistic son woke us up,giggling hysterically, having flushed two action figures down the toilet. About 30 minutes later when he needed to poop (having removed all of his clothes to do so), he discovered the toilet was clogged (because of course it was). He became completely unglued, hitting my husband as he tried to fix the toilet, trying to break everything in sight, running around and just raging. All while completely naked. All 250 lbs, 6' of him. The only reason our son isn't beating the shit out of us and tearing the place apart is because he is sleeping.
He's broken our living room window twice. There are holes in most walls (and a few ceilings)--it looks like someone took a sledgehammer to the place. He is so much worse than he was as a child. Things have gotten progressively more and more out of control since he went into puberty and they've never got better. Our 100+ lbs Akita hides whenever my son gets upset. The cat disappears for hours. He's never hurt them--in fact, he adores them both--but he's so out of control that he becomes terrifying. He's hurt his father. He's hurt me. We've had to call the police
A few days ago I found a lump. I was diagnosed with cancer back in fall of 2015 and spent a full year dealing with treatment, surgeries, and infections. And yet, my first thought when I felt that lump was, "This is my ticket out." I actually felt...relief. The world is fucked up. Our country is fucked up (I live in the US). My family is fucked up. I feel like maybe a door has been opened. Maybe the state would stop fucking around and place my son if I were gone, because my husband can't just quit his job and care for him. Maybe they would stop making unhelpful, one-size-fits-all suggestions that my son's psychiatrist agrees are of no use. We have been doing this for over two decades, just my husband and I with zero family support and that includes when I had cancer. I will be 50 this year and I am so tired

Today our 23 y/o son woke us up,giggling hysterically, having flushed two action figures down the toilet. About 30 minutes later when he needed to poop (having removed all of his clothes to do so), he discovered the toilet was clogged (because of course it was). He became completely unglued, hitting my husband as he tried to fix the toilet, trying to break everything in sight, running around and just raging. All while completely naked. All 250 lbs, 6' of him. The only reason our son isn't beating the shit out of us and tearing the place apart is because he is sleeping.
He's broken our living room window twice. There are holes in most walls (and a few ceilings)--it looks like someone took a sledgehammer to the place. He is so much worse than he was as a child. Things have gotten progressively more and more out of control since he went into puberty and they've never got better. Our 100+ lbs Akita hides whenever my son gets upset. The cat disappears for hours. He's never hurt them--in fact, he adores them both--but he's so out of control that he becomes terrifying. He's hurt his father. He's hurt me. We've had to call the police
A few days ago I found a lump. I was diagnosed with cancer back in fall of 2015 and spent a full year dealing with treatment, surgeries, and infections. And yet, my first thought when I felt that lump was, "This is my ticket out." I actually felt...relief. The world is fucked up. Our country is fucked up (I live in the US). My family is fucked up. I feel like maybe a door has been opened. Maybe the state would stop fucking around and place my son if I were gone, because my husband can't just quit his job and care for him. Maybe they would stop making unhelpful, one-size-fits-all suggestions that my son's psychiatrist agrees are of no use. We have been doing this for over two decades, just my husband and I with zero family support and that includes when I had cancer. I will be 60 this year and I am so tired

Today our 23 y/o son woke us up,giggling hysterically, having flushed two action figures down the toilet. About 30 minutes later when he needed to poop (having removed all of his clothes to do so), he discovered the toilet was clogged (because of course it was). He became completely unglued, hitting my husband as he tried to fix the toilet, trying to break everything in sight, running around and just raging. All while completely naked. All 250 lbs, 6' of him. The only reason our son isn't beating the shit out of us and tearing the place apart is because he is sleeping.
He's broken our living room window twice. There are holes in most walls (and a few ceilings)--it looks like someone took a sledgehammer to the place. He is so much worse than he was as a child. Things have gotten progressively more and more out of control since he went into puberty and they've never got better. Our 100+ lbs Akita hides whenever my son gets upset. The cat disappears for hours. He's never hurt them--in fact, he adores them both--but he's so out of control that he becomes terrifying. He's hurt his father. He's hurt me. We've had to call the police
A few days ago I found a lump. I was diagnosed with cancer back in fall of 2015 and spent a full year dealing with treatment, surgeries, and infections. And yet, my first thought when I felt that lump was, "This is my ticket out." I actually felt...relief. The world is fucked up. Our country is fucked up (I live in the US). My family is fucked up. I feel like maybe a door has been opened. Maybe the state would stop fucking around and place my son if I were gone, because my husband can't just quit his job and care for him. Maybe they would stop making unhelpful, one-size-fits-all suggestions that my son's psychiatrist agrees are of no use. We have been doing this for over two decades, just my husband and I with zero family support and that includes when I had cancer. I will be 60 this year and I am so tired

Today our 23 y/o son woke us up,giggling hysterically, having flushed two action figures down the toilet. About 30 minutes later when he needed to poop (having removed all of his clothes to do so), he discovered the toilet was clogged (because of course it was). He became completely unglued, hitting my husband as he tried to fix the toilet, trying to break everything in sight, running around and just raging. All while completely naked. All 250 lbs, 6' of him. The only reason our son isn't beating the shit out of us and tearing the place apart is because he is sleeping.
He's broken our living room window twice. There are holes in most walls (and a few ceilings)--it looks like someone took a sledgehammer to the place. He is so much worse than he was as a child. Things have gotten progressively more and more out of control since he went into puberty and they've never got better. Our 100+ lbs Akita hides whenever my son gets upset. The cat disappears for hours. He's never hurt them--in fact, he adores them both--but he's so out of control that he becomes terrifying. He's hurt his father. He's hurt me. We've had to call the police
A few days ago I found a lump. I was diagnosed with cancer back in fall of 2015 and spent a full year dealing with treatment, surgeries, and infections. And yet, my first thought when I felt that lump was, "This is my ticket out." I actually felt...relief. The world is fucked up. Our country is fucked up (I live in the US). My family is fucked up. I feel like maybe a door has been opened. Maybe the state would stop fucking around and place my son if I were gone, because my husband can't just quit his job and care for him. Maybe they would stop making unhelpful, one-size-fits-all suggestions that my son's psychiatrist agrees are of no use. We have been doing this for over two decades, just my husband and I with zero family support and that includes when I had cancer. I will be 60 this year and I am so tired

What's the point?

I'm a 46 year old father to a Level 3 Non-Verbal daughter who is 11. She will use a letterboard and an AAC device, but only for single words and generally only to request items. We've tried ABA, S2C, OT, PT, ST, and more meds than I can name. She's not toilet trained. Daily meltdowns or multiple meltdowns. These meltdowns are violent and destructive. Shattered windows, broken TVs, destroyed drywall. Bites, kicks, pinches, headbutts. And sleep dysregulation continues to be a struggle. Combine this with my 3 year old toddler son who is showing all signs of having ASD himself (formal diagnosis forthcoming), I have to ask....

What's the point? My daughter is never going to live a meaningful life. My life is going to be one where I get my ass kicked on a daily basis and have to pretend its all okay - usually on 3 hours of sleep each night. No friends. No life outside of raising this child. Even my job is work from home and independent, because I have to be there to handle the meltdowns.

A few weeks ago I had a heart attack and required a quintuple bypass. I've been back home 3 weeks and it's just a horrible, violent, sleepless environment. I wish I'd died on the table during surgery and don't see any reason to keep doing this. I'm not getting the recovery I need and am pretty much back to full parent mode after 2 1/2 weeks (instead of the full 3 month recovery) because my wife absolutely cannot handle it on her own. My daughter is never going to have a meaningful life. She's just going to continue being a violent, demanding, person that holds us all prisoner.

My wife and I love each other very, very much - but my recent bitterness has really gotten to her and I get that. But, whether it's her fault or not, I fear I've come to hate my daughter.

What's the point?

I'm a 46 year old father to a Level 3 Non-Verbal daughter who is 11. She will use a letterboard and an AAC device, but only for single words and generally only to request items. We've tried ABA, S2C, OT, PT, ST, and more meds than I can name. She's not toilet trained. Daily meltdowns or multiple meltdowns. These meltdowns are violent and destructive. Shattered windows, broken TVs, destroyed drywall. Bites, kicks, pinches, headbutts. And sleep dysregulation continues to be a struggle. Combine this with my 3 year old toddler son who is showing all signs of having ASD himself (formal diagnosis forthcoming), I have to ask....

What's the point? My daughter is never going to live a meaningful life. My life is going to be one where I get my ass kicked on a daily basis and have to pretend its all okay - usually on 3 hours of sleep each night. No friends. No life outside of raising this child. Even my job is work from home and independent, because I have to be there to handle the meltdowns.

A few weeks ago I had a heart attack and required a quintuple bypass. I've been back home 3 weeks and it's just a horrible, violent, sleepless environment. I wish I'd died on the table during surgery and don't see any reason to keep doing this. I'm not getting the recovery I need and am pretty much back to full parent mode after 2 1/2 weeks (instead of the full 3 month recovery) because my wife absolutely cannot handle it on her own. My daughter is never going to have a meaningful life. She's just going to continue being a violent, demanding, person that holds us all prisoner.

My wife and I love each other very, very much - but my recent bitterness has really gotten to her and I get that. But, whether it's her fault or not, I fear I've come to hate my daughter.

what should one do if they find out their mother is cheating on their father? and im not saying this as a "ohhh mommy has been suspicious"; did some snooping after she told me she was going to her friends house and found a message from this dude saying she should come over cause he wanted to cum in her mouth; ive known about this for a while, it has probably been going on for at least a year, but seeing that confirmed it is also sexual and not just emotional.

my dad is a great man. if he wasn't for him my mother wouldn't have a penny to her name; she's a housewife and often complains about having to clean the house, while my dad fucking busts his ass all day for us. he absolutely doesn't deserve it, especially since the other guy is one of his closest friends.my mother is a fucking snake who has done nothing but make my entire family miserable in the last couple of months, and she's the reason why i am fucked up as i am right now, probably. my main issue with telling them is that i have a younger sister; if she ends up with dad, all good. but if for some godforsaken reason she ends up with my mother and i gotta live knowing it's my fault she's also gonna ruin her life, i don't think i could go on. it's so obvious that even she knows as well, we've had talks about it a few times.

sending in anonymous proof would be useless, since there's only 3 people that could know and i would stick out immediately, she also deletes texts quite frequently, im not always around to catch em. ive been thinking of purchasing a secret microphone or camera to catch her in the act.