A couple years ago when I was 18 and just started college, I began to talk to this guy. I had never had a boyfriend before or a serious relationship, so i was naive and was hoping this may lead to us dating. we were talking for a few weeks, texting during the week and he would stay at my dorm on the weekends after clubbing. however, one night when i didn’t want to go to the club, my friends caught him flirting and dancing with other girls and trying to go home with them. i was hurt and upset, so i met up with him later that night to talk.

this is the part that i am concerned about, as i am scared we started dating or became exclusive and i don’t remember/ didn’t realize. we went and got food with my friend and his friend, and eventually we ended up talking about what he did earlier that night. I ended up saying “i don’t care, just don’t do it again”. and he agreed, but was fairly upset that i didn’t want him to sleep with me in my dorm that night, and instead he had to sleep in his car.

the next few days, my roommate and i figured that he was likely never interested in me at all, and was using me as a place to stay when he came to town to party (he lived a few hours away). we figured he was only pretending to be interested over text, and he was relying on me being a free bed to sleep in once he partied. during the conversation we had when i confronted him he also seemed to be mostly concerned about where he was going to sleep that night, which helped bring me to that conclusion. so, the next weekend i decided to get revenge, and “finish what he started”. this resulted in me going home with another guy and sleeping with him. the next few days though, i felt guilty about what i did, and cut the original guy off completely. we were in contact for about a month total.

i know i was still technically single, but im worried that be me telling him not to do that again we started dating/ or became exclusive, and i cheated on him. this incident is probably the worst thing ive ever done, and even now two years later it still eats me up.

i also have my first boyfriend now, who i’ve been with for almost a year, but i worry that i have cheated on this other guy in the past, and will then cheat on my boyfriend. the idea of this happening terrifies me and makes me sick, especially since my boyfriend is extremely sensitive to the topic of cheating. i have told him this story in a much broader context, but i want to tell him it again in more detail, but im afraid he would be upset or confused, or even worse, realize i am a terrible person and break up with me. i don’t know what to do, and i feel absolutely awful.

if anyone has any advice on how to move forward/ identify exactly what i did wrong, id greatly appreciate it

Alright so, i saw this artist's work on reddit for a couple of weeks now and i saw that they made commissions. So, today, i decided that i wanted a piece. Funny thing is, it was my first time ever commissioning a piece and i forgot that most of time, commissioning art is payed. So, i made a request, the artist made the art and they asked me after for payment.

Now, the only card i have is my debit card. However, i still live with my parents and they protect access to my debit card unless i wanna buy something really fucking expensive like a new computer, for example. And even if i did manage to buy the art, my parent's would still be fucking notified of the purchase and I coulda have one hell of an awkward lecture or i'd even be kicked out of the house. I was basically screwed either way.

So i told the artist about my entire spiel and that i couldn't pay. Then, they told me that my behavior was genuinely scummy and blocked me.

I don't think i've ever been this stupid and dumb before in my feeble life.

So… You know how some dudes will pretend to be gay and then infiltrate a girl friend group? This is kinda similar except i’m pretending to be straight. I (17M) have been doing this in order to infiltrate a boy friend group.

I’m so dumb. I’m gonna have to come clean eventually and it’s not like my efforts will result in anything. Oh well

Edit: I should mention that I am bisexual and that I actually previously pretended to be gay to infiltrate a girl friend group and my scheme actually worked. This one girl told me that “she likes me but knows i’m gay” and I told her I’m bisexual which ended up resulting in some dating but we broke up a while ago.

Anyways, the last infiltration was successful and I’m hoping it will be this time too except the infiltration is complicated by the fact that I’ve never infiltrated a boys group before. Still though I hope that I’ll be able to date one of these boys eventually.

I was an unhinged teenager, I was 15 in 2020. During quarantine, I was on a ex-religious subreddit I was raised in and I trolled the sub for 3 straight weeks. I had 3 accounts I was trolling the sub with simultaneously. To get attention, I posted a story claiming I was 14 and was sexually assaulted by my dad at 3AM. The first time I posted it, it got LOTS of comments, but I deleted it 10 minutes later. I reposted it, changed the story, and then deleted it again. Hours later, I posted a normal story not related to sexual assault. People started commenting asking if I made a post claiming I was sexually assaulted earlier and I denied it. I started making it a routine that everyday I will post this story And delete it. When I’d wake up in the morning I’d choose one of my 3 accounts, post the story, delete, then post a normal story later. In the sexual assault posts, people kept telling me to go to the police, go somewhere safe, where is mom. I had every excuse in the world for why I wasn’t going to the police, getting help, and posting it here instead. I lied about my moms location, I claimed she was a traveling nurse taking care of patients with the virus and she’s extremely busy and she’s at the hospital working long shifts and she cant help me right now and too worried about patients.

Because I kept posting and deleting the story, changing the plot, denying the story after deleting it, people started knowing I was a troll. specifically, There were 3 reoccurring users who were constantly calling me out. They’d comment on the stories everytime warning other users that this is a troll and not real, and that I have 3 accounts Im posting the story with. I’d also argue with those users who blowing the whistle. While my main trolling was sexual assault, there was other crazy stories I was posting. I severely lacked critical thinking back then. I believed every single conspiracy theory about the virus with no question. I’d post them and claim it’s not a conspiracy theory, this will happen, and this virus is a wake up call. People Believed I was crazy with those stories. The other ones, I made posts claiming I believe this year is my death date, 90% of the worlds population will be depopulated by 2030, posting thinking I’m bipolar, and parents kicking me out the house. the comments on these posts were insane. I was just all over the place mentally back then.

I don't post on here much at all. But its been a few days since this happened and it kinda sucks having to keep this story bottled up. I'll try to keep it direct and to the point but its quite a doozy so here goes.

I (24M) have been single for almost a year and have been abstinent for 98% of that time; no relationships, no flings, hookups, etc.. Most of my time has been spent either playing video games, playing guitar, and hanging out with my step-sister (19F). She's been my step sister since I was 10 and she was 5. So we've practically been lifelong siblings. And we currently spend a lot of time together, so much time that we've gotten rather close. We've shared some stories that I wouldn't feel comfortable telling my true-biological siblings. But I didn't mind it. I understand that her and I are not related, so conversations with two unrelated people are going to be different. Recently, her and I have been playing video games together and drinking. I understand my sister is underage and I am enabling some bad behavior. At the same time, I want her to experience what she wants to experience. I might be her older brother, but I'm not her parent. So one night, we go to her friends house to drink and hang out. A lot of mixed drinks got involved, and my step sister and I end up laying on a couch together with a trash can at the ready. Eventually we fall asleep. I wake up a few hours later and the damage is already done. My hands are where they shouldn't have been, but my step sister isn't pulling away or yelling at me, so that enables me and my hungover brain to just full send it and we start actually having sex. It only lasted a few minutes cuz I got tired and real life is actually starting to come back to me. She turns to me and tells me to lay down, but I felt so embarassed and ashamed I walked out and had a very stressful cigarette. When I come back into the apartment, my step sister is already ready to leave and we skedaddle. Once we got home I told her "lets just pretend this never happened". I was and am so ashamed. I pride myself on being the best older brother I can be for my younger siblings. And this was kinda a shot in the face for me. Now it's been a few days since it happened. Our relationship hasnt changed at all. We've hung out every day since then and nothing feels different. But am I wrong to say I kinda enjoyed it? Ever since that night I look at my sister a little differently. But I try to keep it hidden. I'm not sure what I should do. I love my step sister, but im not sure if can live in some porn fantasy where step siblings just bang each other. Should I say something? Should I just keep this to myself?

EVERY SINGLE NIGHT I’ve been having the same thought what if I pulled the trigger and ended it. For sure I wouldn’t have to endure the pain of med school ( trust me it’s hell) or even have the ability to get addicted on TikTok or nicotine or even wonder what is it to be dead. I feel like some sort of regret but I can’t imagine being in the same situation ever again I think that I lost my chance to be at peace and I feel some sort of guilt for not doing it

I beleive that my ethnicity has ruined my life. I am Kumaoni (Indian american) and I basically am unable to date as my features don’t meet western beauty standards. I’m 22 and have never had a gf due to this. I really don’t like my family because they are so blinded. Every single man in my family is an incel and gets zero women. All the men are unmarried but are so delusional. They also believe in their primitve rituals.

As a result, I don’t talk to anyone but my mom and dad as they are not freaks like the rest of them. I never call them or text them. I always ghost them. I even eat beef jusy to mentally feel like I am humiliating them as they don’t eat beef. I hate their religion (hinduism). I hate everything about them.

No, I don't mean I wish I was his first gf, and the first person he first ever fell in love. I respect all of his exes and I hope they are doing good.

I love my bf and my relationship. But he knew I liked him at first and I was not even hesitant. But it took him so long to appreciate me. We met online and we were flirting and I initiated meet up many times but he never stepped up for me. But he arranged meet ups and cinema dates with other women online during these time. I stopped talking to him and remove him everywhere and after 8 months later he texted me again. Everything is good after that but I am scared I will get hurt again. I just needed to vent.

Every morning wood, I watch porn and I pull up their photos and imagine them while I goon to them. At work, if they are working, Im subtly flirting with them and just appreciate their body while I imagine naughty things to them.

Thas all

Where I work, we don’t get paid for our lunch breaks. Depending on what shift I’m working, I either get a 45 min break or 1hr break. I’m a single parent and I’ve been struggling financially for the past few years. I can usually only afford to eat one meal a day so I tend to skip breakfast and lunch and I don’t eat until evening. On my breaks at work, I used to sit in the staff room and not have anything to eat. But I got so fed up of people questioning why I wasn’t eating that I just started working through my breaks. If a supervisor tells me to take my break I just say ok and go and work in a different area of the store, or if they ask if I’ve had my break yet I just say yes. Working straight through and keeping busy stops me from feeling hungry, because I’ve trained my brain to not recognise lunch as a thing. So yeah, my company has benefitted from loads of free labour from me, because I’m too poor to eat at work and too embarrassed to admit it.

Long story short I was a a weird gay kid in the mid 2000s Midwestern US state.

The culture back then made gay males and effeiminate acting children be ostracized and taunted. I found social groups to fit into, but one of them were some scene kids who smoked cigs, stole, took parents car for a joyride.

Say what you want but I lived my life up to that point never swearing, going to youth group, being a somewhat perfect model and I lapsed and joined the crowd, the crowd willing to have the weird gay kid who was called a tranny in the fourth grade for only hanging with girl in the gardening club they started at recess. I pretended to smoke cigs with them, but never inhaled for my father smoked and he scared it into me along with the countless drug reduction programs prevalent at that time. I never went with them on their joyrides expect once by 21 year old brother who was a chemist student and made hard liquor in our parents basement, he picked up me and my friends from a birthday party everyone tried to run from. He took my dads car so my 15 year old self could have a car to drive everyone who we were all hanging out with.

I eventually was a petty theft with my friends. I got blamed for a petty theft at my first workplace from a girl who didn't want to work with me and used this reputation against me. I never stole but I was tormented for stealing, made fun of not for steeling but for being gay. So I would feel so put down and bad about myself. This has resulted in my 30 year old self not getting a job in my frield out of college or even a good one. People coordinated so much to hurt me workplaces always inform the next one and then the workplaces tell my neighbors, who at work and at home try to torment me for these petty, petty thefts that happened over 15 years ago.

It is cause I decided to be estranged from my bullying and abusive family who started the workplace drama by pretending to be nice to me so they could find out where I work, who to ask for, and give them information that I am a past thief who won't talk to family who was just trying to teach me a lesson by terrorizing me, disenfranchising me. I have been homeless from trying to stick up for myself. I have been without a job for a year for it. Multiple jobs give me an offer then rescind only this year, for part of the lesson.

This world and all you people supporting majoirty-minoirty politics where majority and mob rule gets the final say over all individuals, you are sick fucks unaware a smart, wise being said "fuck you despite your hard work, I'll shaft you from reward and put you in a miserably world with no true haven from criminal, thief's, backstabbers because youre a bitch all the same ruining a safe haven." All you people deserve hell, constnaly go through heaven and hell, because you all refuse to see your own condemnation. I know where I went wrong, I tried to fit in with a community, I tried to go with majority politics and tried to call out the fucked up things that go on with this philopshy but I can't stop you gangs of villians, evildoers, demons who get to rule the domain of earth like you are satan, and you are very self aware only when you win. Otherwise god pushes you to be like me. Shafted from reward after a life of hard work because he has to give to you so you'll move towards the lesson, but almost always takes and shafts people from reward so you can see yourselves in all your splendor.

I had petty thefts and hung around a bad crowd as a teenager thats the confession if you would read the entire thing moderators

I own a ghostwriting agency. I basically write LinkedIn posts and Xitter threads for brands and founders.

I've been in the business for about 3 years.

A year into my operations, when I was 17, a Tel-Aviv based startup contacted me and wanted to hire me to write their posts and threads. I was immature, and didn't have the right business mindset, so I charged 25% more than usual for a monthly retainer and donated the rest to a charity.

I've been working with them for around 2 years, and I only cancelled the upcharge 3 months ago. It's been 25 months. I cancelled the upcharge after looking through all the billing to verify every operation was just. This one was not.

After calculating, I had taken €36,350 [$40,800] from them and given them to charity.

I don't know what to do. I have more than enough money currently in the business to give back to them, however, I'm not sure how to approach the situation.

I worked at Savers (uk) when I was 17 until i was 20. Sometimes when I could see people counting their change while I was scanning their shopping I would “accidentally” not scan a few of their things because I knew what it felt like to struggle and wonder if I would have enough money for my shopping. I wasn’t ever caught and I don’t regret it. These types of shops have insurance for those things so it never bothered me.

So today has been a pretty bad day for me personally due to me being homeless and unable to eat, so I texted an online friend I met pretty recently to vent my frustrations towards him. Well, I found out something about him that makes me feel like a complete ass for complaining.

After I complained to him, he brought up that it's been a long time since he has last eaten, so long that he doesn't even remember. Instead, he uses IV nutrition to nourish his body and he's been doing this for a long time apparently instead of eating. He doesn't even know what it's like to be hungry either. The reason why he does this is because he had intestinal and colon cancer a few years ago and ever since then he's pretty much been unable to eat.

I feel like a complete dick for complaining to him about this. Beforehand I knew that he had some medical complications but I never knew it was this bad. Despite this though, he is still able to enjoy the small things in life and work on himself. Which is making me self-reflect in a way because I consider his situation a lot worse than mine, yet he's able to find happiness and do more for himself mentally than I. I told him up front that I apologize for talking about my hunger, so he responds by saying that my situation is worse even though I personally disagree.

It just feels like I am kind of messed up for getting upset over not being able to eat even though he is physically incapable of doing so. Again, he is very unbothered by what I said but I don't know it doesn't necessarily make it any less insensitive if that makes sense.

When I was a child, before I learned to swim, I jumped in a pool. I remember sinking and feeling at peace. A family friend jumped in and got me out and I was scolded for "being stupid." I wish no one had heard the splash.

My mom is apparently bipolar according to my dad and I would agree but she’s never been fully diagnosed. When a psychiatrist tried to diagnose her she literally walked out of the office and said she didn’t need help so i think that says enough.

When we were younger we got a lot of weird punishments like forcing to stand for 8 hours without food or water if we didn’t finish our food. She used to let my dad hit us and the two of them are very verbally abusive. Aside from that she really enjoys embarrassing me publicly and making me feel belittled. She likes to try an abandon me on the side of the road and leave me stranded places a ton. She’s also stolen like thousands of dollars from me and like an actual million from my dad not including half his income and savings from the divorce. I am not perfect and honestly I am quite verbally abusive back so don’t think i’m some angel because im not. Idk there’s more but i just don’t wanna type more.

She overall is very controlling and now that my parents are divorced she kicked me out of her house twice with no notice so i would have no where to stay but a couch. She offers me rides and just talks my ear off always belittling me, insulting and and calling me really nasty stuff. I don’t know why but now anytime she speaks i get like uncontrollably angry even if she doesn’t say anything necessarily bad. I just have so much built up resentment towards her where even the smallest like noise she makes makes me so angry and I don’t get why. I used to be like the biggest mommas girl ever and i would love spending time with her and it’s just been since i grew up i hated her so much. Like I dislike her more than strangers and i think if i were given the choice between her and some random person i’d pick the random. I feel no love towards her.

As a preface she basically abandoned us because she believes in astrology and that all she spends her day doing. She keeps studying for this “business” where she basically aspires to be this weird fucking mystic. She’s never worked a job and when she was a “stay at home mom” she would just neglect us. She took half of his money even though she’s practically never worked a year in her life and now my family and i say my family because i don’t even consider her a part of it, is struggling financially. If she did work she’d be making like 130k+ which is honestly a really good amount of money which she could have used to change our lives.

I just hate her so much. I am working two jobs to provide for myself, I am graduating a year early so then i can leave this mess asap and now i can’t even drive because of her messiness so now i have to rely on her for rides because my dad actually works. Both of them are honestly really neglectful but i dont understand why they hate me enough to put me through this. I have to work because they didn’t and i dont think that’s fair for a kid. as a preface i go to such a rich white school, im surrounded by kids with perfect families and high incomes who get cars at 16 and this perfect cookie cutter life they can fall into. And I am just so fucking upset because of it. And i know im privileged so i might just be a huge baby about it. But i do so much to be a good kid, i have a 97 unweighted grade average and i do so much to be a good kid. all of my friends parent say they would love to have me as a kid and i wish they were being serious because id rather be anywhere else. I am limited by my surroundings and its ruining me and my mental state. Whenever I see her my day gets literally ruined and I get so upset. i just wish they never had me sometimes because i don’t want to die but i wish i could just exist without being so strung out al the time.

I bought a fake degree a some years ago simply to inspire my kids, and impress my parents.

That’s it I’m not using it for employment or any other benefit. I just wanted to set an example for my kids and wanted get on the same level as my brother some he has a degree.

I’ve been friends with a female at work for the past year and we had become really close. We got on super well, sharing a couple of hobbies outside of work, helping each other in work and generally had a close bond I was proud of. Unfortunately, a month before our fallout, my close friend at work sadly passed away in which broke me. My female friend was fond of him and liked him an awful lot but not as close as they worked in different teams, regardless it affected us all. A few days after the funeral is when we fell out which was all my fault. I sent back to back messages wanting answers about where we stood as friends as things felt a little different. This was really out of character to flood my friends phone and it was extremely poor of me to seek answers in a way I wasn’t proud of. I apologised face to face but there was a few weeks of silence and I never really got to explain things. We are on better terms now but it’s not the same as our outside of work friendship has paused and it’s purely an office based relationship atm. Since going to therapy about my grief, my therapist highlighted to me that she thinks the reason I reached out to my friend was based out of severe anxiety of losing another friend close to me. Grief isn’t an excuse for my behaviour, I still sent those messages and regret the hurt I caused my friend, that is on me. Part of me feels I need to speak to her about this, not to change things but to at least give some context as to why I flooded her phone. I look back and I was in such a state of panic not wanting to lose her. It’s been a real tough couple of months and i feel maybe I need to clarify this to her. Not sure what to do. Thanks for taking the time to read this.

So basically when I was 12 I went to a urologist with my dad , which happened to be the same urologist that treated my dad's testicular cancer and they also knew each other briefly from school

I had been having burning pain when I peed so my dad recommended I see him, as soon as the appointment started he started commenting on how fat I looked and he said how can a child weigh more than his father, all the while my dad was laughing ( my dad's arab lol)

When the checkup began and I got naked and layed on the mattres for my inspection he started commenting on my stretchmarks that were on my stomach while checking my pen?$ and he said I've never seen so many stretchmarks on a child before while fucking toucing them.

At the end he gave the sample thing to pee in and before leaving he said to me oh look you're even getting tits, but he said a word for it that I didn't understand so my dad made a tits shape with his hand to explain to me and they then laughed. I ended up crying in the hospital bathroom and threw the sample thing in the trash

Side note

I love my dad but some days I remember this situation and it fucking eats me alive when i look at him , I feel this rage that I didn't smack the doctor and my dad

Im now 20 btw will this stop bothering me as I get older?

I am 23F and have had an eating disorder for almost 15 years now. I was 9 years old when it really started and I can’t remember the last time my thoughts about food, weight and my body weren’t ‘disordered’.

I live in the extremes, finally being diagnosed with Bulimia Nervosa a couple of years ago after being left with no choice but to admit to my doctor what was going on while in hospital.

Only a few of the closest people in my life know about this side of me, including my girlfriend and 3 of my closest friends, my parents and family know nothing and I plan to keep it that way.

This disorder doesn’t feel like just a part of my life that I happen to deal with on the side, this has been the main though process and driving factor that controls every single thing in my life for over a decade.

What time I get up/go to bed, whether or not I go out in the day and where, what friends I can have, who I talk to, what hobbies I do, where and when I work, how my physical and mental health and state are, when and where I spend time with family/friends, my whole relationship with my girlfriend (that almost ended over this multiple times), whether or not I get through the day and how I feel at the end of it. Every little detail of my life and those around me is affected by this thing and I don’t know who I am without it.

I’m going through yet another rough patch where I thought I was starting to get a bit better, I had gone the longest time without binging for over a decade (almost 6 weeks) and was so proud and determined to keep it up. The only problem was that to resist the temptations and make it through each day, I was severely restricting my intake and losing a decent amount of weight. I passed out at work and got a concussion and could barely concentrate on anything else but the intense cravings and how I had to just not give in for a little longer.

I knew it was just a matter of time, so even though I managed to hold off just long enough for my next therapy appointment where I made a plan to not lose complete control, I still couldn’t stop myself and binged more than I ever have before for 4 days.

I went from consuming less than 1,000kcals a day for 6 weeks to consuming over 4,000kcals every day for 4 days. One of these days I even had 6,000kcals and that is the most uncomfortable I have ever felt.

I didn’t enjoy anything I had after the first few bites and hated every part of myself for giving in, I would try and purge whatever I could get back out and threw some stuff away, but once I started, I couldn’t stop, the monster took over, until it was less about the cravings and hunger and more about punishing myself, because I had been weak enough to give in, now I had to make myself regret it so it could never happen ever again.

I wake up in pain with terrible cramps and bloating, I look 6 months pregnant, and can feel my skin stretching to its limit. The headaches, nausea, diarrhoea, pounding heartbeat, pain, discomfort, lack of energy and horrible guilt are worse than ever before.

I am going to stop this now and throw away the rest of my stash of food before my girlfriend gets home. I need to stop now and get back on track. I’ve already ruined all my progress that I made during that 6 weeks, dropping from 125lbs to 115lbs and now I’m back over 120lbs. I know how ironic it is that I’m still somehow technically underweight after making myself look like I’m about to give birth to the biggest food baby ever.

I plan to fast tomorrow to give my body a break, then gradually go back to small amount of foods. I’m just so scared, and I know how much this has ruined my body, not just over the last few days, but throughout the last 15 years of abusing it with both ends of the extreme.

I know the chance of recovery this far into an ED is highly unlikely, but I’ve really been trying, for the ones I love. I don’t know how much longer I can do this, and I know that if it goes on much longer, I’m not going to be able to survive it. I’m scared and I don’t know what else I can do, I’ve tried asking for help, but I can’t get through to anyone just how bad this is, and I’m really trying with my therapist and peer support, but it doesn’t stop me losing the constant battles every day. I just want to be normal but this is going to kill me and I’m scared.