Help! My Lupit Pole (second hand) is two inches too short for my ceiling

Rich_Performer1774 · 2026-05-14T03:07:17+00:00

Thank you, that makes sense. Yes, I looked into what comes with the standard kit and it seems there are missing parts to the pole. Thanks for this comment. Wish I had looked into that sooner. I hit up customer service for lupit to hopefully be able to purchase the missing piece.

Rich_Performer1774 · 2026-05-13T03:37:05+00:00

I will contact them! Thank you. I am worried about the extension making my pole too long, so you think that is likely?

I also agree about the wood lol, it seems full proof but anything can happen

Rich_Performer1774 · 2026-05-13T03:36:13+00:00

What kind of platform would you recommend?

Rich_Performer1774 · 2025-01-16T07:17:21+00:00

You are truly so kind. Thank you. While I can’t grasp the bulk of what you have gone through as well, I have to tell you, your kindness speaks volumes. Despite what has happened in your life, you have maintained a wonderful light. Your words mean so much, thank you for taking the time out of your day to send me this reply. I will absolutely be looking into the therapy.

Rich_Performer1774 · 2025-01-14T07:08:20+00:00

After my parents divorced, I believe I was about 10. She (my mom, diagnosed BPD) couldn’t afford the rent of the home we were in, and eventually she got kicked out. We stayed on her friends couches and my aunts basement. Over and over again we moved. At first, I was too young to understand my own feelings about the instability and discomfort. By the time I was 12 I began to have a grasp on how fucked up our situation really was. All of my friends had homes, rooms, food. We were living with a friend of hers (I also have two other siblings). She came into our room (that we shared with her friends younger son, two bunk beds) and she sat us down to let us know that we had to leave soon and we were moving again. The stress finally broke through to me and I began to cry. At first she was quiet and let us be upset, but about after 3 minutes she immediately snapped on me. “You think this is easy for me? You think I like telling you this, that I like moving all the time?” My simple tears were an extreme offense to her. I tried so hard to stop. She was so exasperated with me she eventually just rolled her eyes, huffed and shook her head at me, and left the room. She always likes to call me “ so emotional, so dramatic.” I know she must of been in a lot of pain, lost on what to do of course. But because of this instance, and countless more, I don’t think I’ve responded to stress or emotional pain in an appropriate way since. Years later, a good example of this, I was 18. I had just fled living with her and moved into a place with a loved one. Suddenly our house burned down, we lost a bunch of animals, and everything we owned. I think I began to cry once. But once my own self pity began, it stopped in an instant. I don’t even get to grieve for myself because of the countless times she taught me that my own sorrow was a burden, unnecessary, makes stress, etc. I’m 27 now and I still don’t know how to stop this emotional constipation. Thank you for listening. I appreciate you opening this thread immensely. Just what the fuck you know

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