r/confession

I (F25) got day drunk at a park and decided to be funny by fitting my big ass through a trash can lid. Spoiler alert, I got so stuck and no one could get me out, so an hour later the fire department had to come and cut the lid off of my waist. If you wanna know how much it costs to replace one of those things, it’s in the hundreds. Literally 25 people saw me get stuck and panic and I’m not sure I will ever not be known as the Trash Can Girl. Sooooo… has anyone else gotten stuck? Looking for solidarity.

Was in a work Zoom call (muted, thank god) when my boss forgot he wasn’t muted. Dude says to his cat, “Mr. Whiskers, you’re the only one who gets my vision.” Then proceeds to rant about how “Jenkins in accounting is a spreadsheet goblin who’s tanking my vibe.” I’m SCREAMING.

I (34w) fantasized about getting into some kind of accident since a young age. Getting hit by a car, falling down somewhere, something dramatic but efficient. It has to be quick. No long illness, no uncertainty, nothing permanently life changing. Just bad enough to give me an escape from everyday responsibilities.

A few months ago, it actually happened.

I had a sports accident and fractured both arms in a few places at the shoulder joint. Yes, both. It’s a complicated injury and recovery will take about a year. With a lot of PT, I might get back up to 90% functionality.

Honestly, it’s not what I expected. It’s better. I’m having a blast.

For weeks, I lived on the couch. I binged Netflix, read books, went on slow little walks, drank coffee, and stared out of the window. My husband had just been laid off, so he seamlessly transitioned into my caregiver. He washed my hair, dressed me, cooked, cleaned, the whole package. Since we don’t have kids or pets, we just slept whenever we felt like it.

Having two broken arms is kind of a vibe. It’s the perfect injury: It’s immediately obvious to everyone that you are completely useless, so no one expects anything from you. It is painful, sure, but it will heal. Plus, I earned the nickname T-Rex, which feels accurate.

I feel very guilty for enjoying my "time off". I haven't told anyone because I felt ashamed. I know that for many people, injuries like this are genuinely painful and overwhelming. And everyone around me is deeply concerned and feels sorry for me. People expect the "tragically injured girl", miserable and depressed.

Actually, I do struggle with depression, and I’ve been in therapy for years. But this injury made me bloom. I took my time to reflect, solve problems, and build healthier ways to deal with stress. I don’t think I’ve ever been in such a good place mentally. I enjoy socializing again. I enjoy working. And every bit of strength I regain in my shoulders gives me motivation.

This post/fantasy is obviously sponsored by the European health system.

And yes, I was able to use the toilet on my own. One arm still had enough movement at the elbow.

I’m a average guy who has been going to the gym consistently for 2 years and the girlfriends i had were all average and lean

But deep down I love chubby women more than anything. I get really nervous around them. I love their soft belly, to rub it. I love stretch marks. I love cellulite on their legs. It makes me depressed that I never been with such woman and they think that I'm out of their league. I would do anything for such woman because she's so hot but I can't overcome my shyness to approach them.

Yes- I know. I’m 24M. I just wanted to pet the dog through the railing and finagled my head through. I was stuck for like 30-45 minutes before I was sawed out. My entire family saw me, with my greased up ears and smushed cheeks. Do not know if I will ever live it down. Has anyone else ever gotten stuck?

Which is really dumb, right? They can fire me with no notice and with no care for my well-being, yet I can't get over the fact that I'm quitting without a 2 weeks notice. I work with good people and we've been really understaffed lately. Work has been hell and I'm only adding to it by leaving like this, but the opportunity to leave came quickly and will go quickly of I don't jump on the offer. I already asked about delaying, but they'll pass on me if I decide I can't leave due to my current circumstances. So I quit and now I'm fighting the urge to just walk out. I could. It wouldn't be hard, but that would make me feel guilty, too. I'm doing this to better myself. I'm trying to go back to school and this new job is going to give me a huge boost in pay. I'm going from $17.56 an hour to $24+ an hour, which isn't the best pay in the world, but it's a hell of a lot better than what I'm currently making (and is more than any of my family members currently make in a year, aside from my dad). It comes with benefits, with weekly pay, and a flexible schedule. The only real downside is no PTO until a year of employment, but that won't really be an issue since this new iob will allow me some actual breathing room with my finances. With the job I'm leaving, I've been barely surviving. My bills keep going up. I stress over every dollar spent, and at one point, I was in a decent amount of debt for the amount I have to work with. The only reason I've made it as far as I have has been because of my support system, and now I'll actually have the means to support them in kind.

I don't really know what the point of this is. I guess I just needed to put my thoughts down on paper while I wait for the other shoe to drop. I have a feeling I'm going to be faced with many pissed coworkers today and that idea fills me with dread. I have a diagnosed fear of confrontation. I want so badly just to pack up my stuff and head out early, but that feels like an extra nail in an already messed up coffin. I'm going to stick it out, but god, does it hurt me to do so. Especially since I considered several people to be friends and this just feels like giving them a middle finger and telling them to fuck off. Which I guess I kind of am, but I have to put myself ahead of other people. I can't keep living the way I have been over the last year. I mean, the stress has been so bad I've had heart palpitations. Half of my health issues are related to my finances, and I finally have a chance to change that. I can't set myself on fire to keep my coworkers warm. They'll get through it, even if they're cursing me in the meantime.

I've always advised my girlfriends that they are more than male attention and that there is more to life than relationships. While I do think that's true, I certainly don't follow it. I feel my most confident when I have a man telling me I look hot. When I have some dude "thirst" over me. I would never admit this to anyone because it's pathetic but it is my truth. Albeit, a nasty one, which I'm ashamed of. But I don't feel lovable until I'm lusted over.

Im so fucked, i had put all my special tissues in a container-like bin, and i was going to throw them out today, as she is out of the house, but when i checked it was empty, and she didn't mention anything about it all day, and before when she found tissues in the normal bin she questioned me and i tried to say i was sneezing and she didn't buy it and she got kinda angry and me and said it was super disgusting, and she knew it was off coz of the smell and the container definetely had a smell.

i don't know what to do now and i am very worried for these next few weeks and i don't what i am going to say when she finally confronts me about the situation. i feel extremely bad.

I don't really want to go over my suffering in life as a younger kid so much because I feel like it would make me more petty and just a way to gain sympathy or whatever.

When I was in 5th grade, I grinded against my little sister. I didn't go "inside her"

I wasn't that much of a waste of a human being.

A lot of people on the Internet I've seen usually went under the lines of, "I went through [trauma] and [more trauma] and I had [form of mental illness] for many years, but I never went as far as to hurt someone. that's a THEM problem."

That's why for many years I can't look at myself in a mirror, because I believed that I was a horrible person that hasn't improved because I was too afraid to tell anyone what I did, except to my therapist that I had for a day. They basically told me that I grew up in an abusive household, with adults that failed to shield me from sexual content as a kid so it affected my understanding of what was right and wrong. I had to stop isolating myself from everyone including family because I kept living my life as a punishment cuz back in 6th grade in my English class, we watched a video about sexual abuse awareness, and when a woman said her uncle took advantage of her when she was a kid, I started to remember what I did to my poor little sister who probably doesn't remember what was done to her.

Ever since that day, I always told myself, "You deserve to get bullied, you deserve to get sexually harassed by those people, you deserve to never fit in with anyone or be friends with everyone. Because you are a Bad Person."

Ever since 6th grade, I couldn't look at my sister the same way anymore. I barely talked to her, I barely looked at her, I didn't want to associate myself with her ever. I couldn't look at pictures of her, I didn't want to hear her. But was I staying away from her because I wanted to protect her from myself? Or was it because she just reminded me of what I did wrong? I would only help when she was being screamed at by our mother saying God would destroy her because she complained about this or tell her things that would make her feel less like a person. I would press my mom saying something like, "Leave her alone," "If you think she's really like that, it's no surprise where she got it from," or something like that, then my mom would turn her anger towards me.

Tell her about the forced religion we were in and how I wanted her to love herself and never listen to my mother whenever she would put her down

People online would always tell me that I'm not a bad person and like, "you got sexually harassed, bullied on a daily basis, with parents who don't give a shit about you. you didn't do anything wrong." But they're wrong. It's all deserved. I took my own sister's innocence, our youngest sister, our only sister in a family of 6. No one like me deserves to have another chance at life and happiness no matter how young I was when it happened.

I'm currently still a minor, 17, a high school dropout getting a GED because my mom didn't want me attending school anymore when I told her I was sexually harassed and bullied at school so much. I've always hated anything that suggested lolicons and sister complex in anime because it felt like a mockery of what I did, like society was normalizing the very thing that destroyed my relationship with my sister and myself and probably with anyone.

Recently, my little sister wrote me a letter saying she feels like it's her fault that I'm depressed and hate myself so much because she keeps getting me in trouble. Honestly, I don't care what my mom wants from me or what she does to me, she's already dead to me and I couldn't care less, as long as she stayed away from my siblings. But after the letter she gave me, she asked me if she could be my friend again because she loved me and missed being friends with me.

I silently cried myself to sleep after I said "ok" because I didn't want her to be my friend. I didn't want her to see me as her brother, I didn't want her to come to me for help. She deserved someone better. She deserved someone that wasn't me. I've hated myself for years and I want her to hate me too.

I'm sorry.

but if I was sorry, I would've said something sooner. But I didn't because I'm too scared.

I am 21 and this is something only my family knows. My friends have co-workers have definitely seen it at some point, I am sure. I have been picking my nose every 5 minutes all my life, like the entirety of it. I remember doing that even as a 9 year old. As you can imagine, my nose is always bleeding and then I go ahead and pick those scabs. And it bleeds more. Even as I type this, there is bleed in my mouth and throat. The blood drips down my throat and mouth. Every time I have gone to an ENT and they have put the scope thingy up my nose, it's bloodbath in there - quite literally. The first thing I do every day when I wake up is pick my nose for a good number of minutes. The addiction is genuinely so bad that I can't resist and keep on doing it in classes, office, social settings etc when I think no one is watching. But since I do it every 5-10 minutes, I am sure it has been noticed by every single person.

I keep my nails extremely short, like I trim them every 5 days. But that has not stopped me. Neither has the rubber band on wrist trick. I have kinda stopped trying but I do not like tasting blood 6 days a week. Some times, the nose drips blood too. Then I just sit with tissues and try to hide it.

I feel so ashamed but I really don't know how to make it stop. This habit has been there for like 10 years, if not more. This is the first time I am voicing this out to anyone, even though I do not believe in TMI and my friends know almost everything about me no matter how embarrassing.

I hope to get better. But it is so, so satisfying. Like it is lowkey my dose of dopamine. It is so satisfying in a weird way. I do it every 5 minutes when I am stressed and I am stressed 24/7. I wish I could fight this. So ashamed.

I want to apologize, for so many things. To those on this site and the various subreddits that I've engaged in over the year. I have allowed myself to fall into a pit of addiction with some of the NSFW subs on reddit, and Im carrying so much regret, grief, and guilt for posting some of the things I have.

I have been voluntarily alone for way too many years. my mind is broken by loneliness and isolation, so I decided to cope with NSFW material to fill the gap, but I realize now that it was far from healthy, and I wished there was a way I could express how sorry I am for it all. I don't want this. I want real connection, real love and acceptance, and I went and fucking sought it out in the worst way possible.

I am truly sorry to everyone on this site. For all of it. i have no excuses, but I want to be better. to prove to people that I am a good person IRL. I'm just broken.

I have to work soon, so I'll try to interact with this when I can.

Every session I walk in, give her the "progress update" she wants to hear. Small wins. Positive changes. Growth.

She genuinely thinks I'm one of her success stories

I don't know why I can't just tell her the truth. Maybe I don't want to disappoint her. Maybe I'm scared of what happens if I admit nothing has changed

I paid $180 a session for two years to perform recovery for a stranger.

I have an appointment Thursday. I'll probably do it again.

FFriendly wife of a friend

lI’m 59m and have a friend 68m. We play sports together including pickleball. His wife 61f also plays sports and we all play pickleball together. Every time we get together his wife always greets me with a hug and kiss on the cheek. Her kiss are getting closer and closer to my lips. Not sure if it’s a coincidence or is she looking to kiss me when he is not around? Can she be looking for attention or I don’t say anything and blow it off but, recently her affection has increased lhugs and kisses Not sure how to feel

Me and my good buddy Cameron, who I’ve known for almost 20 years now hung-out tonight. Felt like a classic boys night, he picked me up, let me shower at his place, and we had a few beers and played some NCAA on PlayStation. Honestly, it was the best night I had in awhile.

When I asked him to hang out with me, he was extremely excited to hear from me. At first I planned on venting to him about how rough life has gotten for me, and how bad my mental has gotten, but I didn’t want to dampen the mood so I just didn’t say anything about it. I’m currently homeless, without family, and living in my car that doesn’t start, and he’ll allow me to shower when he can, and sometimes he’ll bring me a sandwich, but he doesn’t know how suicidal I am.

But man, last night was awesome. He’s really my only friend I have in the area, he’s been there for me when my mom died, when I’ve lost my job, he’s just always tried to help me to the best of his capabilities and tonight was great. It actually made me forget about my problems for a bit. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a drink, so 6 beers really put me through, and just laughing about how bad I am at NCAA, because I use to be really good at NCAA/Madden and it was just an all around good time.

I wanted to talk to him about everything that’s been bothering me but I couldn’t. I plan on sending him a text shortly though, before I do it and hopefully he’s asleep by then. Life’s rough, but having buddies like him always make the hard times a bit easier.

Best night in probably at least a year.

I saw something similar on here today so, I thought I’d share my own story. I’ll post photo evidence on my profile but… yeah. I (30M) was on FaceTime with a friend and I was joking like I was trying to wear a step ladder (it’s a running gag.) when we hung I actually tried to fit out of curiosity and… my hips got stuck in it. It actually hurt so bad and I ended up having to call the fire department. They cut the stupid thing off of me and I’ve never been more mortified. They also said they get calls like this all the time, but it’s usually for kids.

Sometimes I get these bouts of guilt and anxiety about the past and I kind of just want to write it out and just get it off of me.

When I was a kid, other kids would jump on me, hit me with tennis rackets and tease me until I snapped and got punished. I kind of ended up with a reputation.

I let a boy kick me in the shins because I thought u couldn’t feel pain.

A girl once took all the pencils I was using, so I drew heaven and hell and put her in hell before asking people if they want to be in “the good place” or “the bad place.”

I started talking to a guy on Skype when I was 9, he asked me to take my clothes off. I thought he was my friend. I felt guilty about refusing him and lying about siblings. One day he got really angry with me and stopped talking to me. I tried to apologise but I never got a reply.

When I was in year 7 (around 11/12) I got into a disagreement with a friend. I said something offensive and she told me to shut up and started ignoring me. When I tried to talk to her and she continued to ignore me I pulled her hair and kind of threw her behind me. Some of her hair came out. When I saw her talking to our other friends about it, I got angry again and hurt another one of our friends. I have apologised but after that I didn’t want to bring up because I knew it upset her. About a year later after that incident she joined a different friend group with another one of our friends.

I also punched someone in the face after they hurt my hand when I jokingly pretended to go for someone their chocolate. She wasn’t injured just a bit shocked.

I bit a boy who put his fingers near my mouth.

I started dating a girl because she sent me photos of her cutting herself and saying she liked me and I was scared she’d hurt herself more if I said no.

I once got into an argument with someone because they were being shitty to my friend. I shouldn’t have, I later saw that they were hurting themselves and felt guilty.

One of my male friends used to rub his dick against my butt while looking at boys playing football, he also once grabbed my hair and pulled my head to his crotch. This same friend told me I was ugly repeatedly until I internalised it. Once when I said the same about him, he got really angry.

A group of girls said they were scared of me but on the bus they’d regularly pull and poke my hair which made me really confused. They also used to laugh and mock me kind of obviously, like it was supposed to be behind my back but they’d make it so I could hear them. I used to hide in the library at lunch and write stories, read or cry.

When I was 15 a friend kept asking for money but he never paid it back, it took another one of my friends to force him to give me the money back. I’m autistic and kind of naive and gullible, especially at that point.

I told my friends I had autism and they stopped talking to me for a year or two.

I didn’t have proper, decent friends until I was 15/16, but even then it often felt like they were just using me to get rides to things.

I trolled creeps on Omegle.

When I was 13, I met a guy on Omegle. I thought he was kind of cool. He knew my age and we started talking, he gave me his kik and I added him. It was fine, sexual but I didn’t mind until it got gross. He wanted me to do things with animals but I kept putting it off until he introduced me to his “friend”. His friend liked me and I kind of liked him, it was mostly because I was 13 and willing to do what they wanted on camera. We “dated” over Kik. I did a lot of things I didn’t want to do because I was really lonely. My friend stopped talking to me. A boy I had a crush on who I spoke to while waiting for the bus stopped talking to me after snatching my phone and seeing the pictures I sent. I didn’t really have many friends. I tried to refuse a few times but he’d stop talking to me. I was cutting at the time and suicidal, going in and out of CAMHS and Counselling. Eventually I was too tired to refuse anything and he seemed to get off to me being uncomfortable. Once he described raping me, as violently as he could, tearing me apart like I was nothing. I just went along with it before sleeping for the rest of the day because I just felt off. It stopped when I was 15, finally had friends, and I saw a play about grooming at school. I broke things off but when I told him that I didn’t know if I loved him, he said “I love you too.” Which made me feel guilty. I feel regret because I could’ve said something sooner. Around the time I started getting tired, I stopped caring or thinking about it and he started sending me images of other girls he was talking to so I’d feel insecure. I could’ve done something sooner and helped them but I didn’t because I’m a fucking moron.

My girlfriend left me after 2 years of being together. she left me broken and feeling completely worthless. About the first year of our relationship was amazing and we rarely ever fought. she always had a temper but as time went on it got worse and worse. when she would get mad at me it would be about things like I was hanging out with friends for too long or that I had to go to lunch with family she would be upset and if I accidentally got the wrong thing at the store. At the start she would usually just scream and me and say hurtful things like I am stupid and worthless and she hates me. then it escalated to her hitting me and pulling my hair. I have struggled with self harm and suicidal thoughts all my life and she knew this so she used it as punishment she would force me to cut myself in front of her sometimes she would even do it herself and I let her because I loved her and I still do I don't know how I can love her after what she did but I do. Sometimes she would make me stay in ice baths for hours once I had to stay in there all night and I wasn't allowed to sleep. It all hurt very much but none of it hurt as much as this she had a custom comic book of us made for me as a gift I collect comic books so she had one of us made it was very cute and it was about how much we love each other she got mad and ripped it up and threw it in my face. it felt like she was ripping up my heart. that was the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me I felt so truly loved and seen. I felt like she loved me unconditionally and she ripped that feeling up

tI (F25) got day drunk at a park and decided to be funny by fitting my big ass through a trash can lid. Spoiler alert, I got so stuck and no one could get me out, so an hour later the fire department had to come and cut the lid off of my waist. If you wanna know how much it costs to replace one of those things, it’s in the hundreds. Literally 25 people saw me get stuck and panic and I’m not sure I will ever not be known as the Trash Can Girl. Sooooo… has anyone else gotten stuck? Looking for solidarity.

Hola a todos los redditores que lean esto y respondieron mi primer post, vengo a actualizarles.

Tengo preparados los papeles del divorcio y voy a hacerle una prueba de adn a mi hija para ver si es biologicamente mía y ver si el sueño de mi esposa fue de su subconsiente como dijeron varios o solo un sueño ñoño.

Si el resultado es negativo que no sea mi hija meto los papeles me divorcio doy la manutención correspondiente sigo siendo un padre por que legalmente y emocionalmwnte lo soy por que padre no es el que da el esperma si no es el que cria protege educa modales e inculca a sus hijos o su hijo y si es positivo cancelo lo de los papeles del divorcio hablare y seguiré con mi esposa.

Desenme suerte.

Gracias a todos los que comentaron me ayudaron muchísimo de verdad gracias se les quiere y aprecia mucho, buen día tarde o noche y bendiciones para su familia.

Edito:mi esposa no sabe lo de la prueba, mañana al recoger a mi hija de la escuela iremos al laboratorio.

So this story has a good ending but can't help feel like I'm the bad guy lol.

So I moved back to my home town back in 2021. My mom since her divorce has been through her share of up and downs. She was drinking her self to death quite literally. I remember on many occasions she would call us on Friday and Saturday nights asking to pick her up cause she was to drunk. And yet that ruined my nights out. We did. My brother lives out of town for college and has taken part in her rescues as well before I moved back. Her drinking was getting worse and worse for 5+ years.

I can recall several times. She would come home after driving drunk and tell me she hit a curb or ran over a median. And ask me to changed her tire/spare. She even wrecked a few times. But I did. Then would leave again on her spare. One time she came home and half of her wheel was grinded down from the assault. Thank gosh she never killed anyone or herself.

One night she called me to pull her car out of a Ditch. I told her I couldn't help because I didn't have a truck anymore. Me and my sister decided to drive by where she said her car was. Sure enough it was in a Ditch. This Ditch was about 30ft wide, it separated the buildings from the road. It looked like she drove thru the parking lot into the Ditch. Not from the road.

We talked for a few minutes and decided to call the cops and reported a drunk driver. Soon enough cops showed up and arrested her for dui. We cried and just told ourselfs this was for her own good. We picked her from the jail next morning. And less than a week later cops pulled her over again and she got a second dui.

Since then she has been sober and has interlock in her car and takes UAS. So she has to behave. She has gone to her classes and has done very well.

I her first born. Has a baby on the way. My mom and dad's first grandchild. !! I am happy she is around to witness the baby and have big hopes she will continue her sobriety.

I just can't help to feel like the bad guys cause she has paid thousands in court cost and interlock and even had to sell her home cause she couldn't afford it anymore.

I'm just happy she is alive and didn't kill anyone..

We have never told her or anyone else we did this.

That's my confession

Update: She is completely sober to this day. my son is almost 2yr. And she currently lives with me and my wife, and we are very close with my mom to this day!!