r/confessions

So the title really speaks for itself but i feel like going into detail for yall. So i (19f) am on a cruise with my family and we’ve spent most of the cruise laying out on the pool deck. i went downstairs to my room because i had too poop (i refuse to do it in common areas) and i had my headphones so people won’t talk to me so i didn’t hear this guy sneak up on me. Before i knew it i was in a room that wasn’t mine with a man who looked older than my dad shoving his hand down my shorts, i was struggling to breathe and i began to panic so i did the only thing i could think of and shit all over his hand. He jumped back and stared at me like i was the gross one and i think he was in shock so i left my shorts and stole some towels to go back to my room to clean up. To be honest as i write this i can’t believe it happened. I wanna laugh at my instincts but i just can’t shake how awful the whole thing was. Maybe down the line this story will be funny but right now i just feel gross.

I... 13M, used to think that leg day was one day of the year when you'd run around all day.

I think I thought this after my dad was away all day at the gym once.

I’m a 17F and I still live under my parents roof. I go to school, I do sports, I have friends, my whole life was pretty average until yesterday. I woke up with a huge wound on the left part of my stomach. My shirt was stuck to the wound because of the dried blood, and when I saw it I immediately panicked. I didn’t tell my parents or siblings, I just wrapped a bandage around my stomach and I pray for it to not get infected. But here’s the thing : Who did that to me? I don’t speak to my family since yesterday, I’m really scared rn. I can’t help but think that the wound has been made by a knife? Anyways I’m sorry if that’s not fun but I would like an advice on my shitty situation.

i have a bestfriend. i guess HAD a bestfriend .

we’re both male early 20s

we met spring 2025 and he got super close to me super fast. we were the only ones out of our friend group who stayed in town for the summer so we hung out everyday. we got insanely close. he’s a very closed off guy so no one knows anything about him. very quickly he opened up to me very deeply. i was the only friend that saw him cry, heard his secrets and struggles, and he picked me over everyone everytime there were opportunities to hangout. it literally got to a point where when he was upset, all i’d have to do is give him some kind of physical contact and he’d break down in tears. would get very jealous when i hung out with other friends for a day, my mood would determine his, and said i would ruin his day when i didn’t want to hangout.

when school started back up, i found out that he had been talking online sexually to a “femboy”. i was a little taken back because he always joked about femboys but that’s exactly how i took it, as a joke. he cried and cried on my couch about it. explained hed been struggling for years and it’s not okay. i of course told him it is and that anyone who would hate him for it could fuck off. he then continued to spill information like he always watches gay porn, but this is all purely sexual and i shouldn’t think for a second that he’d date guys because gay people are “mentally ill” and that wouldn’t be helping them. he denies the label of gay but accepts the actions and i let him do that because it’s not my say.

fast foward a day later. we are at a get together. there is a girl who has liked him for a few months, and he’d known it. he always would give me 10 different reasons why he would never date her. one of them being she’s gross and the other being she’s too young for him and she’s a “little girl” to him. But he told me he likes the attention of being liked so he was going to keep flirting back with her. At the time a family member was having health issues and i got a worrying text while at the hangout so i needed to leave. My friend showed concern but i told him everything was fine.

after i left the party he was texting me really pushing to see what was going on with me. He then asked me two questions. “Are you into (the girl)”. I told him no. Then he asked “are u into me?” and i said “what bro no”. then he said sorry he was just trying to lighten the mood. i immediately forgot about it. Until a couple days later when he said he wanted to clarify some things about his sexuality and wanted to talk in person and if i had questions he wanted me to ask them.

the convo went terribly. essentially said he does all these things but needs to stop because he’ll go to hell. And that God sent the girl to change him and he has to lock in. I tried reasoning with him but to no avail. He was hurting, i could see it, but for the first time in our friendship i couldn’t reach him. it caused me to have a panic attack. he proceeded to hug me multiple times, rub my back, trace the back of my arms, and he even attempted to cuddle me, with him laying on his back and me on top of him. i immediately rejected the cuddle. i did not want that, and it was odd to me because he refuses to even sit in the same bed as another guy because it’s “gay” so this was way off for him. the next day he said he wanted a break from the friendship and by the end of the week he was pursuing the girl. he ended up telling me that he doesn’t want to hang out one on one anymore and that he would be happy to hang out later on down the line, but that when we do, it needs to be at a neutral site with other friends around and it cannot be at my place or his place. He also told me from here on now he wants to keep me at surface level and he doesn’t want to deep friendship with me anymore, and then he proceeded to blame the break on my panic attack and then for a week following, he would change the reason up on why he wanted the break. He gave multiple different reasons half of which made no sense at all.

i don’t exist to him anymore. he looks at me but doesn’t talk to me, it makes me feel like none of the convo or situation happened. he’s been dating the girl for a few months now and only recently started trying to reach back out to me. i’m hurt. this was my bestfriend and he never gave a solid reason why he needed a break. he gave a bunch of fake half ass reasons. i feel like im crazy. i feel like the conversation and situation didn’t ever even happen. i feel like im insane. he followed me a week ago. i didn’t follow back, and he unfollowed me today.

i (29M) am visiting friends in SF and went to a bar called Jackalope tonight and behind the bar is truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. It was late and I was with friends and we were honestly drunk but she was really funny with us, very kind and hospitable. I understand the stigma of hitting on the bartender and if i’m being completely honest I don’t even know how to flirt, I’m also well aware that i approach this situation as someone who can easily leave the interaction where as she has no choice in the matter as an employee so I opted to play the roll of the average customer.

I didn’t treat her any different than any other waiter/waitress I’ve ever interacted with.

I left feeling regret. I truly believe that someone this beautiful must have a partner so I had no interest in reciprocation but I really really wish I could’ve told her how beautiful she is. Especially in a world that constantly reminds people how far from stigmatized beauty standards they are, i just wanted to let her know that i personally thought she was the beautiful person i’d ever seen.

perhaps a message on the receipt would’ve been adequate but alas, now i live with regret

This is something I have experienced in online spaces and in real life too. For some reason when I talk about how I have never been in a relationship in my wome life guys act like I'm a liar because apparently girls just have to exist and they automatically have 122763272336766767 guys trying to date them, and it's like Yeah maybe... IF YOU ARE ATTRACTIVE

And that is another point, when I say guys don't consider me pretty enough to date or anything I'm even more of a liar because "even ugly women have dates" and I'm like "okay but that's not my experience" and it all comes with this invalidation and almost hate for this alleged lie I'm telling

And I think I know why this is and is because for some guys relationship = sex and they think having sex as a girl is easier and idk I guess it may be true but also for what I have been told those girls don't even like those experiences as those guys don't care if they like it and I STILL HAVE PROBLEMS IN THAT DEPARMENT TOO

So yeah, that is my confession, I also have problems of being good enough to attract someone please stop invalidating me because I'm a girl

My grandfather passed away about two years ago and everyone in my small town treated it like the death of a saint. He was the local doctor for forty years , donated to every charity , and left me his old Victorian house and a significant trust fund. I moved in six months ago thinking I was the luckiest guy alive to have this kind of start in my late twenties. Then I started clearing out the attic to turn it into a home office and I found a false bottom in one of his old medical trunks.

Inside were stacks of journals dating back to the late seventies. I expected to find old case studies or maybe some sappy family history but instead I found a monster. The entries are filled with the most vile , hateful rhetoric I have ever read. He spent decades writing about how much he despised the very people he was treating. He had these pseudo-scientific theories about racial superiority and truly disgusting views on women that made my skin crawl. There were even lists of patients he intentionally "mismanaged" or overcharged because he didn't think they were "worthy" of proper care.

Now I am sitting in this beautiful house that was paid for by the misery of people who trusted him. Every time I look at the ornate crown molding or the expensive hardwood floors , I just think about the families he probably screwed over to afford it all. I am literally living off the interest of money that feels blood-stained. My parents still talk about him like he is a hero and I can't bring myself to show them the books because it would destroy my mother. So I just stay here in this house of secrets , feeling like a complete fraud. I am using his "legacy" to build my own life while knowing that the foundation is made of absolute garbage. I hate this house and I hate that I am too much of a coward to just walk away from the money.

back in the early 2000s I worked in the financial/banking industry. I had access to the keys alarm code and combination for the safe. One week when I was supposed to be out of town, plans changed, I went in late at night and took ~40K. nothing was ever mentioned at my place of employment and there is no news archive of it to this day.

I was hanging out with some mates and got more drunk than what’d I’d like to admit (I thought by now I’d be able to handle my liquor a bit better). After a while I’m feeling good and start socializing a little bit. Fast forward when everyone leaves she texts me afterwards to tell me to come over. By now my judgement is a little impaired and I thought she just wanted to chill. When I reach her place I’m a little uncomfortable but play it off as it’s nothing. So we get to chatting then things kinda escalate but I’m a little hesitant at first then unfortunately give in. Can’t really remember much of what was said because I’m in and out of reality but I then realize what I’m doing and stop what’s happening right away and stumble out of her house. When I sober up the day after most things came back to me and I have huge regret, embarrassment, shame and anxiety. I’m not really attracted to this girl so I’m not sure what made me go for it. Any similar stories to share? I’ve never been in this situation before and I just feel horrible.

I did it. Took a shower. Washed my hair. Conditioned it. Got everything nook and crevice.

I think I feel better. A very tiny bit.

Thank you to those who provided words of encouragement. To those who said I MUST smell. I don’t or didn’t. I have an issue that makes it so I don’t produce very much sweat or oil on my skin. Not to much to go off of, but I ensure you that if I did stink someone in my immediate circle would’ve told me.

Anyways. Just thought I’d share. I’m aiming to take another shower soon to try to get into a routine again.

Hola gente, les cuento yo tengo una tía muy atractiva y me gustaria tener sexo con ella, como le hago

I am a woman, yes, we have problems dating too. This is something I have experienced in online spaces and in real life too. For some reason when I talk about how I have never been in a relationship in my whole life guys act like I'm a liar because apparently girls just have to exist and they automatically have tons of guys trying to date them, and it's like Yeah maybe... IF YOU ARE ATTRACTIVE

And that is another point, when I say guys don't consider me pretty enough to date or anything I'm even more of a liar because 'even ugly women have dates' and I'm like 'okay but that's not my experience' and it all comes with this invalidation and almost hate for this alleged lie I'm telling

And I think I know why this is and because for some guys relationship sex and they think having sex as a girl is easier and idk I guess it may be true but also for what I have been told those girls don't even like those experiences as those guys don't care if they like it and I STILL HAVE PROBLEMS IN THAT DEPARTMENT TOO

So yeah, that is my confession, I also have problems of being good enough to attract someone please stop invalidating me because I'm a girl"

Tell me(26F) what to do with a man who is much older than me (77M), who flirts with me, touches me briefly (my knee, thigh, palms), puts his hand on my waist when we enter a room, and when we sit side by side, he moves his knee against mine. One time he slid his hand over my buttock, but it’s like he doesn’t want sex!

I want him so badly, I like his touches, but he’s not hinting at sex at all.

Is it possible that he’s just impotent?

We haven’t even kissed - he’s only quickly kissed me on the cheek twice

Im not sure if this is the right place but I just need to vent a bit Im an Egyptian guy living in a pretty traditional working class area and Ive got a totally different mindset and even a different belief system or no belief system at all since Im an atheist I always feel like theres no one like me around I cant really connect with new people and honestly the whole idea of starting from zero and getting to know someone feels like way too much effort And even when I do meet people theyre just very different from me a lot of them are kinda ignorant just running on emotions not really using their brains Im not even blaming them its just how religion Islam and the environment they grew up in shaped them they were raised on traditions and habits that made them stop thinking for themselves and just follow the people before them the righteous ancestors or whatever and if you actually think for yourself your reward is hell according to a so called perfect god who somehow still needs weak humans to worship him Since I was a kid Ive been paying the price for things that werent even my fault I cant talk to girls and its really hard for me theres a reason for that back in primary school they separated boys and girls so the whole idea of talking to the opposite gender felt weird from the start and now its just straight up difficult Ive got a few months left till I turn 20 and it feels like time is flying while Im still stuck yeah Im improving myself my skills my knowledge even studying physics and math but I still cant find anyone like me not in the way they think not in how they see the world

My smart friend thinks im dumb

Hi, I have a really smart friend but he says a lot of things about how he thinks im stupid. He has called me smart occasionaly like when I modded wii sports but he mostly calls me dumb. This sounds silly but it really depresses me because I think he opinion is very accurate as a smart person. Its super depressing and it makes me wanna give up on life. idk im just sitting in bed miserable and idk what to do

I can’t watch my mom suffer any longer, even if I have to sell one of my kidneys or sell my body I’m gonna get money to afford medical care. Normal medical care is free in this country but as soon as it gets complicated they don’t wanna spend money on you to get the help you need elsewhere.

I hate life, but at least I’m gonna die for someone I love. Idec if I have to sell my whole body so she can live comfortable and healthy life

I don't know if this is too dark for this sub. Quite often, I dream about the funeral I'll get if I killed myself. The nice things people would say about me. When I was much younger, my mom found a suicide note I wrote. I'll never forget the way she cried. But I remember even more clearly how much she seemed to love me in the weeks after. The special little treats she'd get me, the way she'd accede to any request I made. Then, after a while, it stopped.

Some days, most days, I feel like nobody loves or likes me. Fair enough, I guess. I mean, I dream about my own funeral. That's pretty fucked up. My father's never really loved me, because I couldn't be the kind of man he wanted me to be. He's always liked my siblings more. Fair enough. My mom, though, she's always loved me.

Sometimes, the only thing that makes me feel better is thinking about how much it would break her if I killed myself. I wish she would love me like she did those weeks when she thought I'd be gone. I can't help but wonder if she'd only love me again if I killed myself. Then I wouldn't have to share her love with my siblings. She couldn't ever love them like the son she lost. So I dream, sometimes, about the funeral I'd have if I killed myself, and the way I'd burrow my way into my mother's heart forever.

A few years ago i was diagnosed with a form of lymphoma. It caught very early, thanks to a very observant collegue.

While technically a form of cancer, it was considered more of a chronic illness. Most people does not die from it, but die with it. Having to recieve treatment for the rest of their lives.

But because it was caught early, it was treated agressively, chemo and radiation therapy. Which sucked. But after about 6 months it was gone.

I never felt like i had cancer. And have few lasting effects. I was barely gone from work. But people treat me the same way as people who have battled cancer for years. And i hate it. I feel like im mocking real cancer survivors. At the same time i feel like a jerk if i ignore it too. I try to avoid the subject as much as possible. But people keep bringing it up. I know they have good intentions, but they should focus that energy on real cancer survivors

I'm incredibly embarrassed to admit this but I have literally no friends? I don't have a group that I have out with every weekend etc.

I feel like I've completely missed out on this part of my life and I feel like I will never grow out of this stump

Some of you may have seen my previous post when I found out after a year of treatment, when I thought I would be ringing the cancer free bell, that I found out I had two new brain tumors (metastic melanoma - fun fact I have never had any skin cancer outside of my brain and according to my oncologist this happens in between 15-30 percent of patients).

I have done another round of radiation and heavy immunotherapy (for me oddly enough radiation is cake but the immuno deal I somehow manage to check all of the side effect boxes which is super fun) and I am do for last treatment next week and my followup brain scan at the end of the month.

I'm still not feeling better and I have been pretty in tune with my body. I was driving down a highway and knew something was wrong before I had two massive seizures which led to my initial diagnosis when they found a tumor in the left lobe of my brain. I also felt like before I found out about the new two tumors that something was off and I had voiced my concerns prior to that scan that discovered those so I had called off any celebrating with family before I even had the results.

Something still feels off. The difference with these two new tumors while the are SIGNIFICANTLY smaller and its in caps because the difference is insane, but they are in the same lobe but not like the original (on the outside of the brain fixed to the skull with blood vessels reaching into the brain), these are in different spots. I am having some very different symptoms (yes my doctors are very well aware and I worship the ground they walk on because they have taken amazing care of me and are always at worst a 2 hour delay between a message), and I am convinced despite every ounce I have of hope and positivity, that I wont make it to my two children finishing highschool (both are still in elementary).

I am trying so hard to just hold onto some hope or positivity but after the last blow of finding out the scans were not clean I am not sure how I can handle any more bad news. My wife god bless her, puts on such a strong face and handles so much with my uselessness and I try to make sure to use the limited time I'm feeling well to spend with her and the kids and schedule family to help with the kids so I can set up some self care time for her. Even if its just an hour for nails and just being outside of this.

She has been my rock but as odd as it sounds I feel like every setback I am letting her down. Even though that is completely incorrect and she would never even think that. My internal monologue though is a different story. I am taking advantage of free cancer therapy services to talk through everything I'm dealing with but it is just so so much.

TLDR : Feel like the cancer is not gone due to how I'm feeling. I've got less than a month to find out, but it's honestly after over a year journey is just getting to really wear and beat me down.

Gonna post some random details down here so I can avoid any questions.

Yes United States. One of the worst things is that one single treatment (I have had 15 now) is over $100,000. I have had to apply for medicaid which is a system I have paid into when I got my first job 20 years ago. The ridiculous part of it is that because the safety nets have all been cut that by the time I go through all of the application process and screenings that I get my card and it expires within a month (basically its taking 5 months to get approved for a 6 month approval window and after mailing I have my medicaid card for roughly 3 weeks, I just got my latest approval and card in the mail at the end of March and its expired by the middle of this month and I have to reapply and do it all again). This leads to me carrying roughly 600,000 to 700,000 in medical debt during each approval period. I has me genuinely considering asking my wife to divorce me in case I do not get approved and have to somehow figure this out.

I also have two mini me. They always looked at me as this strong, always there, anything you want dad. I was always more of the disciplinarian but fair and they always respected it. Now they are just happy to see me out of bed...its really fucking hard.

Like I said in the post, yes using a free cancer patient resource to go through counseling. Thank god for technology because I can do it from home via video call.

Appreciate the read, just needed to put it somewhere and vent. I hope I'm wrong and the end of this month with be good news and I can stop taking this poison to cure me, it just doesn't seem like that.

Finally anyone saying take a horse dewormer to cure cancer. I genuinely hope you swallow some rocks thanks.

STOP SUNTANNING I WORKED OUTSIDE FROM WHEN I WAS A TEEN TO INTO MY EARLY THIRTIES. YES VITAMIN D IS GOOD FOR YOU BUT UVS ARE NOT. YOU CAN TAN USING HIGH SPF SUNSCREEN AND YOU WONT PUT YOURSELF OR YOUR FAMILY IN A PLACE TO SUFFER BECAUSE YOU WERE "TOO TOUGH OR TOO PRETTY" TO PUT ON SUNSCREEN.

Love you all, hold close the ones you love you never know when life is going to change forever.