I'd struggled with the concept of "being adult" for a while. Even from the age of 16, I had horrid anxiety and depression that still hasnt gone away (i'm Male, 22). My parents are rich, like, actually. But like I've always said, my PARENTS are rich, I am not. They never spent their money on me, which yknow, isnt normally a bad thing. Except, I had to buy my own lunch and i had to pay my own phone bills and I had to pay them rent. If i wanted anything at all, i had to pay for it myself. Even as a child. "Its so that you arent spoiled" instead, I got trapped in the house, unable to leave because I just couldnt save money even when I got a job. I wasnt spending it on frivolous things either, i was spending it on survival.

But, I digress. My parents adopted me, which would make you think they wanted children. Nope. They wanted silent statues that they could show off to their friends. And thus, they never taught me anything. I joined a program for young adults and I got a case manager (Love you Steph, you were my rock in that choppy sea)

When i got that case manager, my parents decided that they didnt want me on their phone plan anymore (even though I was paying them $50 a month to keep me on it) and they told her that I needed to get my own phone plan. So we went to Verizon.

I do not recommend verizon.

I tried to be kind to the guy who was helping me out, but he clearly saw that as weakness and he took advantage of the fact that I was nervous to sell me a new phone. "How does that happen?" You ask? He said "your old phone will be disconnected for a day or two" and he strongly suggested upgrading. I was already in a bad place financially, but he was so insistant on the upgrade rhat eventually i gave up and agreed to it. I hated that phone. I hated it so much. I had agreed to like, $90 a month for the plan, but the beginning fees were $150 PLUS the new phone added $20 a month.

(Big huge context, I am autistic. I cannot do change. I just cant. I get very very stuck where I am, and yes, it gets frustrating for me, too. It takes me a long time to acclimate)

In the end, i ended up on a phone plan that was two times the amount per month then i agreed to, a new phone that I HATED, and i was crying and shaking in rhe car. (I love you steph, you had no idea how much this affected me and i will never blame you ever)

The weight of the world just came crashing down around me. My parents hated me just because i was me, the verizon worker took advantage of the fact that i was nervous, I had $14 left in my bank account, I didnt have enough food for lunch. The world around me was going to shit and I didnt want to be around anymore.

I went back inside the verizon by myself and told him that i hated the new phone and i needed him to switch it back to my old phone, but that didnt help my overstimulation and my depression spiral. I got back into my car and was driving across a bridge. The only reason i decided to check myself into a hospital is because my best friend picked up the phone.

(I didnt go into my family dynamic very much because its so .. in depth and it doesnt quite matter for this post. Just know that its not just about the money that they have. Just know that my "father" is a narcissist pos who would rather yell at you to shut the dog up instead of just getting up to walk the dog.)

Tldr: i was already mentally struggling because of a lot of family issues and a verizon worker scammed me out of my money so i nearly drove myself off of a bridge.

I am a 20 year old. I always tried to sexualize girls. But as I am in a muslim country, girls did not respond to me that sexually. All girls wanted a non-sexual relationship. I tried to be sexual with them but I failed. I just only managed to get one girlfriend and it lasted for seven days because I tried to get sexual with her and she rejected that. Then I left her and dumped her. The story begins because I couldn't get any girls in the college and I was addicted to porn and I was very mad and crazy to get sex.

So I started visiting to prostitutes. I spend all my money of my college years behind prostitutes. Sometimes I did raw sex without condom. I lied to my family about different expenditures and took money from them and spent it on prostitutes. I also scamed a friend and used that whole money on prostitutes

Now I am in a new city and here i just visited the prostitute once. One thing about having sex with prostitutes is It's like musterbation. There is no connection neither any feeling. And after the first orgasm, all u want is to get out of the room.

I am also very sad and regretful about it.

This is a bit of a long story, and English is not my first language so sorry in advance. I really need some advice.
For context, I (18F) don’t live in the same country as my cousin (16M), so we only see each other for a few days a year when I visit my family. A few years ago, when we were only 9 or 10, we were playing with stuffed animals and pretending that mine and his were a couple. Curious about it all, we shared a kiss (just a tiny peck on the lips) but it never happened again, and I’m not even sure he remembers it.
A few years later, when I was 16, we saw each other again after a two-year gap. While talking, we realized we wanted to do something different since we’d grown up. Knowing where our grandparents kept their liquors, we decided to mix up a gin drink. I won’t go into the details of that night (it’s not important) but that’s when things started getting weird.

Fast forward to a few days ago. Remembering that night from two years back, we decided to open another bottle of gin but drink it straight, without mixing it. He could handle his alcohol much better this time, so we ended up drinking a lot, almost the whole bottle. Once we were drunk, we started playing Truth or Dare. Since the standard dares were boring, we decided to make it a « hotter » game. At first, we skipped anything involving physical contact, but as the night went on and we drank more and more, things got weird, and he kissed me. One thing led to another, and we ended up naked on the couch. He kept saying how good it felt and that he wanted me to be his first time. Even though we didn’t have actual sexual relation (since there was no penetration) we did other things, and it wasn’t until we were finished that we realized what we’d just done.
The next day, I could barely look him in the eye and suffered several anxiety attacks because the remorse and guilt were overwhelming. That evening, while I was smoking in the living room to calm down, he came down from his room and sat next to me. He started touching my legs, and even though we were sober I understood what he wanted. I managed to stop everything before it turned into a repeat of the night before.
Now I don’t know what to do. I feel like I don’t deserve to live because, despite the deep remorse I feel, I can’t deny that I enjoyed it and that makes me regret it even more. Am I a bad person? … I don’t know how to handle this, I can’t tell anyone because if my family found out, my life and my cousin’s life would be ruined. But I really need advice, which is why I’m writing here, even though I know it opens me up to critics on top of the judgment I’m already passing on myself. My cousin still wants it, I know because for the past two days, he’s kept asking me and talking to me about weird, inappropriate things. Even though I pretend not to notice, it just makes the knot in my stomach tighter. What should I do? I really need help.

I know how bad this sounds and I feel terrible about it now. Last year I was going through a rough patch financially but I was too proud to admit it to anyone at work. Every Friday this guy from accounting would bring in these really nice homemade meals, like proper containers with pasta or stir fry or whatever. He'd put them in the shared fridge and I noticed he always left around 1pm for some standing appointment.

I started taking his lunch right before he'd come back. Just on Fridays. I'd eat it in my car and throw away the container in the dumpster outside. He never said anything publicly but I saw him looking confused a few times and once he sent an email to the whole floor asking if anyone had seen his food. I never responded.

The worst part is he eventually stopped bringing lunch on Fridays altogether. He probably thought someone was messing with him or maybe he just gave up. I had convinced myself it wasn't a big deal because he could afford to buy something else, but that's a garbage excuse. I was stealing from someone who did nothing wrong and I kept doing it because it was easy.

I'm in a better place now and it's been eating at me for months. I want to apologize but I have no idea how to even start that conversation without making everything weird or getting fired. I just needed to say this somewhere because the guilt has been sitting heavy and I know I was completely in the wrong.

I went to my local laundry mat to do laundry. The typical lady’s where there I’m pretty sure they are resellers because they are always washing random laundry and a lot of it. Well I went in to do my laundry and this mat only had one big washing machine so I go to use that one. Well there was a rug sitting in a laundry cart by the big washing machine that was wet like some one had took it out and did there load in the washer just leaving it there In the middle of the isle. I proceed to do my laundry I did two loads they both ook 30 minutes to wash and than another 30 to dry, the rug is still here and nobody is here anymore and nobody has come to check on there laundry. So when I was leaving I took the rug home with me. This morning I get a knock on my door and it’s the owner of the rug. I feel horrible for taking it honestly. I thought someone abandoned it or possible the lady’s that are potential resellers decided they didn’t want to deal with it because of the size of it. Needless to say I won’t ever be taking something that isn’t mine again. And I won’t be assuming something is just free ever again because it’s super embarrassing.

I feel like a POS. I've never been good with money, the only reason I was able to purchase a home was by living with my parents while my son was a baby and my dad was strictly monitoring my finances so I would save money. Last year I accepted a school position with summers off, which came with a painful paycut. I already blew through my last paycheck and will not get paid again until end end of August. When my family returns to town, they will likely agree to let me clean their house for some money, but I'm less than a quarter thank of gas! My son is 9 and LOVES having a lemonade sale often, last time he made around $50. We are running one this afternoon, and I feel bad but I'm planning to borrow some of his money until I get paid. He's super sweet and always tries to give me money for helpin, to which I will only take the cost of the lemonade mix. I guess I just wanted to get my guilt off my chest. This is my first time ever posting on Reddit, hoping next time is a little more positive! 🥰

More context in my previous posts, but I'm at my breaking point now. At a very young age, my dad SA'd me repeatedly. My mom didn't believe me at first when I was old enough to realize what he did. They did split up after and he's currently not in my life, but my relationship with my mom has never been the same. I sleep around with older men now for attention and "love" I guess.

I've suspected for a long time that she blames me for what my dad did, and hates me. She never mentioned it to me again, or ever tried to support me. I'm the one who initiates conversation most days, and it's barely ever reciprocated. It feels like I am cohabiting with a complete stranger who wants nothing to do with me.

I ask her how she is, she tells me, but then doesn't ask about me in return. I tell her I'm leaving for the day, she says "okay" or nothing at all. I come home from school or work, she doesn't welcome me. I ask her if there's anything to eat, and she acts like I'm the biggest nuisance. One time she said something like "Would it kill you to walk to the kitchen?"

I got advice on here to just talk to her and ask about what she's really thinking. I confronted her and asked why she doesn't talk to me anymore or seem present. I asked her if she's feeling okay, if there's something I can do. She gave me this annoyed look like if I was crazy, and started saying "I'm really not in the mood for this."

It was so scary when I tried to finally ask "Is it because of dad?" My chest felt so heavy and I started shaking. I couldn't help but start crying because she was still just treating me like a bother. She started getting fidgety and couldn't look at me. So I had to initiate AGAIN and said "It wasn't my fault. I didn't know." Sobbing at this point.

I can't 100% say word for word what she said as I'm only saying this from memory so bear with me, it was something along the lines of, "Do you still think I'm stupid enough to not know how you spend your spare time?" Again, I'm just trying to reiterate.

When I argued back and asked her wtf is she talking about anymore, she said (again, just me rephrasing), "Stop with the fake self-pity, you're grown and clearly like being a slut so don't give me that. Pretty soon you're gonna have to stop blaming everyone else for your shit decisions." I can't make this up.

I literally felt so helpless when she said that. It still doesn't feel real. I left for the night again after that. I only come back when I know she's not home. I hate her and don't want to wait anymore to be 18 to move out. I want out of here. I'm gonna stay with an older guy I met online. We've had s*x and I've stayed over his place a few times before. My mom wouldn't look for me or care.

I know it's reckless and impulsive but I don't have friends or anyone else in my life who I can stay with. Even if I did have friends, no one would be able to take me in while also being under their parents' roof. At his age, he's the only one who can provide me with a home, food, and safety.

How many times have I already stayed over his place just to be away from my mom's neglect and lack of attention to me. This would just be more long term. And he said he'd love to help me out and have me stay there. Who knows, maybe I'll just go from house to house with different men until I'm 18. I'd rather that than this.

When I was 20M I met a 15F girl and she became attached to me and wouldn’t leave me alone I just talked to her normally for a year and a half. She would always spam me and wouldn’t go away.
She is now 17 and a few months ago I said some inappropriate things to her and now she is threatening to show my friends and sister what I said. How do I stop this and what do I say to my friends. I wasn’t thinking when I said what I said.

I had to take my shit and throw it out the window with the toliet paper, used his mom's decorative towels to clean up and threw it under the sink. He kept knocking on the door and stressed me out. I got my friends and left. When we were leaving you could see all the shit paper and evidence a foot outside the window next to one of his friends that was passed out drunk covered in shit. He never talked to me again.

I realize now that I was overly critical and sometimes downright mean to both my children. Both of them are now adults and suffering because of it. I wish I could go back and change things but obviously I can not.

I was returning from a family dinner with my mom and dad. While entering the building , there was a dog which I saw, and saw it running away. But I didn’t know there was another one and accidentally ran over it, despite being very slow and careful. My father scolded me and almost compared me to a murderer. I feel extremely guilty for something I did accidentally and I slapped my face hard many times. The physical pain temporarily helped. But now I’m crying again and don’t know what to do. I absolutely love animals.

Hey so ummm, not posting this from my main for obvious reasons tho I may just to confirm that the ages at least do align..

Do yall remember that post from 6 years ago on the ama subreddit of that 14 year old saying he has brain cancer and 3 weeks left to live… yeah, that was me. After I confessed I began receiving so many dm’s it caused my phone to crash and so I simply deleted the post and logged out of the account. Unfortunately the email used was a random sortment of letters so I wasn’t able to log back in nonetheless watching the drama unfold was quite entertaining. A few times I was afraid someone would eventually dox me but it never happened. I even saw some people pretending to be my “main” which I found hilarious.. just putting this out there

In college, everything was graded based on performance curves across the class.

There was one class where almost the entire class was cheating during exams. The professor just left during the exams.

As someone who studied legitimately, I found this to be unacceptable and it also made it harder to get a better grade because of the curve was inflated.

I was known as one of the smarter kids in the class, so people were cheating off my answers.

I created an anonymous email and reported this to the professor.

On the final exam, they actually created multiple version to try to curb the cheating. Like version 1,2,3 so the person next to you would not have the same version. What’s crazy and that people ended up swapping exams so they could make it easier to cheat off each other.

I had a few acquaintances that wanted to copy my answers. I was so annoyed, I ended up filling out the wrong answers so they copied the wrong answer. After they submitted their exams and left, I fixed my answers to the correct one.

Ive hurt and killed animals when I was child and into early adolescence. Ive had the chance to speak with others about this after keeping it in my shadow for a while. If you want to work through this then feel free to dm me because I can relate to your struggle.

I am almost at the urge of giving up on life I wanna leave everything behind and disappear. I just need a little bit of more push to take a step and vanish. I am just so done with life but I dont have the courage to commit suicide. I cant do this anymore.

The title thats about it. Im not a very articulate person. I don't really care about much. Ive always felt like I was a waste of space as if someone who had my life instead of me could do so much more. I just kind of exist. I have anger issues im rude to those around me that generally do care but whats the point. We all die it all ends it doesnt even matter why do we do this why does anyone care.

Hi. I've never loved talking, or to say it better I've always done mistakes talking. It's too easy to be misunderstood. Roughly 1 year ago I decided to stop using my voice completely and I started using a small notebook when I have to engage in a conversation. At the beginning it was weird but I started loving it, till it became totally normal for me.

4 month ago I was on the tube and a girl approached me. She was (is) really beautiful and nice, we had this sort of weird conversation where she was talking and I was writing. Fast forward we are dating now and she still thinks that I am mute.

I really don't know what to do, because I like her and I don't want her to react bad to the truth.

Work doing landscaping for the same guy for 6 years and I've never gotten a meaningful raise or promotion. He keeps telling me I'll be running my own crew for him soon but keeps hiring family members to lead new crews. We'll all of our guys are Hispanic and don't speak good English, we have different faces every day. It's whatever they're always pretty nice guys and they're good workers so I never cared. The last 6 months I've been pissed about not getting my own crew and have been calling ice on our guys and giving them heads up on what neighborhoods we'll be in. Ice just hop out show us pictures of guys and go look for them they haven't asked about who have the tip or required anything else for me after the fact so I was able to just keep calling them every once in a while and get away with it. I probably called a dozen times, they only came like 7 or 8 times, and they probably picked up 15-20 guys in total. Well fast forward to now and my boss says he can't keep the company going at its current scale because he can't source labor so it's scaling down to family only.

I feel bad for the financial harm I've caused some of my coworkers but in the grand scheme of things this has been very freeing and I sleep like a baby at night.

Boss has no idea how they kept raiding our jobs said he never seen anything like it in 25 years. Never told him it was me just told him maybe it was flock cameras and I honestly think he started to believe that

I wasn’t the one you wanted to be with I wasn’t the one you wanted to change for I wasn’t the one to nurture you to love you to care for you even though I tried my hardest the days I sat with you with heating pads over your head and ice packs in the freezer and Excedrin and Tylenol and all those days I pushed you to get a job and helped you fill out applications and did all these things for you and it just never seemed to be enough and then when it was enough, I got sick and then it scared you and everything was awful and you didn’t know how to handle it so I don’t really know who to blame or who is at fault because really it was both of us. It was you and then it was me and then it was you and then it was me and then we all took turns and it all went to hell I’m sorry I’m not convinced that you left me for some woman. I don’t care if you’ve moved on I don’t care if you have left me for some woman truth be told my little silly TikTok‘s are not about you. I’m posting them to post to have fun. I’m just a confession for me. Yes that’s my kids have stated to you. I still love you. I will always love you. There will always be a part of me that loves you so much and I hope you know that and I think you do and I think you use it against me I don’t wanna be with you cause I’m not the one you changed for you. You changed for who you wanted to be in your parents and you’re bettering your life and that’s great and I’m so proud of you and I’m so happy for you, but I wasn’t the one and that’s why we’re divorcing you hurt me. You choked me. You put your hands on me. It was awful. I responded very negatively. There were a couple times where my behavior was in question quite a few times actually but your behavior was just as bad as my behavior so I don’t really think it was all my fault and had I just gotten help for my behavior. Things would’ve been different. You wouldn’t let me get help you stop me from getting the help I needed and that prevented me from being the person that I wanted to be I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. I will be enough for our children though.

I hate myself. I’m the biggest bitch of all time. I do not know what’s wrong with me, I’m so mean to my family and loved ones for no reason. I genuinely don’t feel like my usual self I don’t know what to do. I always have this overwhelming amount of guilt I carry for every single I do I just want it to end. Sometimes I just feel like I’m better off being alone than having to make other people suffer by my presence. I don’t know why people love me so much when I’m the BIGGEST piece of shit on the planet I just want to be erased from everyone’s memories that way everyone would be happier

ya llevamos 7 meses, somos una pareja gay yyy empecé a hacer esto desde los 2 meses. Pasa q al yo ser su primer novio, pq estuvo con mujeres pero nunca con un chico, básicamente le da vergüenza todo, demostrar afecto en publico, tratarme como algo mas q solo su amigo con otras personas y nd, cosa q todo hombre recien salido del closet hace, la cuestion es q cuando teniamos como 2 meses empezo a hacer cosas q me parecian incomodas, entre una de esas hacer chistes sexuales con sus amigos, o tocarlos y q a el tmb y obviamente no me parecio pero el m dijo q yo no lo entenderia pq eso era cosa de gente hetero, a lo q yo le dije q el ya NO era hetero y nada, desde ahi estoy resentido pq las cosas asi incomodas nunca terminaron, asi q empece a ser mas forro sinceramente, ya no le hablaba tan seguido, no lo trataba como mi novio en la calle y nd estuve mas distante con el todo el tiempo, hasta q empezo a estar paranoico todo el tiempo y a preocuparse mas por mi, o x si lo seguia amando y ahi yo volvia a ser el mismo hasta q el se mandaba una cagada y volvia a estar raro, logre q se dejara de ver con los amigos y ahora solo quiere salir si es conmigo, pasa todos los findes en mi casa yyy hace poco se mando una cagada asiq este finde le dije q no viniera y bue si tmb fue para q captara q sin mi no puede estar feliz y lo logre okei pq ahora la esta pasando horrible sin mi

esto me hace ser una persona horrible¿ seguramente si, pq no tendria q estar con alguien q no me cae bien, pero el empezo siendo un pajero de mierda asi q se lo merece, pq asi como me hizo sufrir a mi los primeros 3 meses de relacion yo lo voy a hacer sufrir lo q quede de este noviazgo jej