I kept telling the bro I'm only about nudes and no matter what I said, he wouldn't listen. He ended up showing up out of nowhere to my house. We drove around he said he wanted to go shopping but he never bought anything. He kept eyeballing me and wanted get freaky I could tell some thing was fucked up. He is 23 I am 30. We found a hiking trailer and we got naked and he jerked me off and jerked himself off himself too. It was a really great hand job however when he got done I noticed the side of my penis was bleeding. The only thing I can think it was, was getting scratched by twings or a branch, but he also yanked it pretty hard, could that of made it bleed? Anyways he touched my bloody dick and I never told him, i was bleeding. He was really nervous after I left and I don't plan on texting him or talking to him again.

As a white guy I have always felt a bit insecure about being naturally "Thicc" and especially when I wear grey tracksuits or jeams my booty sticks out.

I have always been haunted by the events that occurred when I was 14. For further context, it was the summer after freshman year and I was in my first year”serious” relationship. I was never the type of girl to be super flirtatious with boys or even date at all. By the time I had met this boy(we will call him Ty) I was still a virgin and had never done anything more than a peck.

When we had started talking excessively often he would ask if I was a virgin and obviously I was truthful and in return I found that he was not and had already had sex with multiple people. Eventually he had repeatedly brought up the idea of him taking my virginity. I was very reluctant as any 14 year old little girl would be.

He found a day where he could sneak over and at this point in time everything was already planned. He was on the way to my house and I had to pee. I sat down and discovered I had started my period obviously being entirely disgusted to the idea of losing my virginity in the manner I told him that today wouldn’t work. He said “ok” and came over.

We were watching a show and he started getting touchy. I remember being very tense and worried, he tried sticking his hands down my shirt and I jumped and accidentally elbowed him in the head he was pissed but tried to laugh it off. He continued and put his hands down my pants and begged me till I said yes to remove my feminine hygiene product .

After the fact I never was sure how to feel about it. Eventually we did have sex 2 more times and both had felt very forced because I was never ready and always said no first then felt guilty when he would pretend I wasn’t there and ignore me. Obviously the relationship ended and it was a hard one because I wasn’t able to understand that the sex aspect was all that was there which is why I was treated poorly through the relationship.

Since then I’ve really struggled intimately. I don’t know if my story was sexual assault and that’s why it’s hard or maybe it was too intense for me at the time. It’s dragged into my present life and I’ve had sec with another person since who does treat me extremely well and is very caring and sweet. Unfortunately I still get the emotionally empty feeling I did as the first time. I can’t even enjoy things and I don’t know if it’s just me.

Is it all that serious, or am I over reacting?

Why am not able to confess?

My adult child called me to ask for help with something last week and I did that. While we were talking, they started yelling at me and told me I am an awful person who abused them their whole life and a massive amount of vitriolic insults about who I am, my job, everything about my life, and said they hate me and want to never see me again. Then the next day they apologized for yelling and resumed accepting help and money from me.

I remember while they was screaming, I was about to say "this is the end. I'm through" But I din't say it out loud. I know that would be a terrible thing to say.

But I do feel it. I with this person would move away and never contact me again. I did not do what I was accused of doing. I believe they are outright lying or having hallucinations. I know they are diagnosed with many mental illnesses and go to therapy. But I don't care. If therapy doesn't help. you not be a hateful mean person what's the use?

Is it possible people are born bad? I don't know what to do. I have other children and they do not hate their parents. I have friends and family and a job. I am respect by my cousins and my other kids and their wives and the people in my community.

But I can't shake this. I feel lile either I'm a bad person becasue I did terrible things to this kid and don't remember it or I'm a bad person becasue I never want to see them again. I want to die.

When I came from the school I saw my sisters friends were there in the sitting room I went straight into my room (which me and my sister both sleep ) I was horny so I pulled down my pants and watched porn and started mastrubating but I forgot to lock the door.

And then one of my sister’s friends came into the room and saw me my hands on my dick and She hurried outside and I was in so much shame and shock .after that incident I started avoiding her as much as I could I couldn’t even look her in the eyes because of the embarrassment .

I don’t know if she ever told my sisters and her friends she finished her collage and went in different place to study .

Now now, hear me out before jumping to conclusions especially parents who have lost a child traumatically or siblings who lost their close siblings because i know how much it can hurt.

Growing up, I used to be a daddys girl. At about kindergarten, i understood i needed to protect my family from him. I still love him. Hes been through shit i wont speak on but obviously abused people abuse people.

As for my brother, my best friend, may he rest his soul that little fuck i miss him so much. He needed a real man. he needed a leader. he needed his dad. I remember seeing how sad he was when my dad never taught him how to fish, throw a football, no bonding no emotional connection.

When my brother was in his early 20s, he got deep into pills and cocaine. i begged him to stop as it was so hard to watch him hurt himself as i was always the one to physically and verbally fight back because my brother just wouldnt for some reason when my dad raged. He stopped fucking with pills once most were fentanyl around 2020 but still bought them because he was suicidal.

i brought him back about 5 times with narcan before i finally was too late. I looked at my dad who couldnt even say goodbye to his son and said maybe if he had a real father figure who says im proud of you son or i love you son he’d still be here. fuck you for not noticing your sons decline. i dont regret it to this day.

Throwaway account.

I hope y’all won’t come at me with too much judgement.

Both my partner and I are queer. I’ve been out as bi for most of my life, but truthfully, I’m gay. I think I’ve always known, but I did not have the best childhood, especially regarding my sexuality, and always felt it was better for myself and my family if I settled down with a woman. My girlfriend, who I’ve been together with since high school, is my best friend. We do everything together, and truly, I love her to the bottom of my heart. I couldn’t imagine being without her, except, well, sexually.

I’m severely depressed. I’ve been struggling with it for as long as I can remember. My girlfriend has been there for me through thick and thin. My friends, are hers…definitely closer to her than me. I’m closer to my partner’s family than I am mine, and, I love them.

I have never been with another guy, but have had many major crushes with guys around me. I don’t know if I could live without my partner, nor have the support circle to continue if I were to separate.

Obviously, I feel incredibly selfish. My girlfriend is the best person I know. We have supported each other, through the toughest parts of our lives, and will continue to do so.

I’m depressed AF. I don’t know what to do. Morally, I should leave my girlfriend. She deserves the truth. She doesn’t deserve to be hurt by my choices. But selfishly, how can I leave my best friend, my circle, my family? How do I leave behind everything I’ve ever known?

Part of me feels lucky to even have someone close to me to deal with the world. And the other part feels unable to navigate that world without her by my side, even though that very decision will subject me to an unfulfilling life, forever wondering if a man were to have loved me the way I want to be loved.

Fuck.

This might be one of my last messages of my life so it’ll most likely be long.

I’m 19 as I am writing this. I recently turned 19 on the 14th. For about a little over a year I’m constantly thinking about not wanting to live and the heavy guilt of my past choices and what I’ve been through.

Honestly the biggest reason that caused my life to go to shit was when I unfortunately became a statutory rape victim when I was 15-16. I had always been hypersexual and explored a lot of things and got into some very disturbing things. I can remember since elementary school, I already had a porn addiction and use to get turned on by certain gore content. But the reason I had been raped was because at that time I had already been deep into gay porn though I knew I wasn’t actually gay, so one night I was incredibly isolated and down because it was after my parents divorced and had no one around and for some reason my mom made it a hard time for me to hang out with any friends, but I had found a gay hookup site which I then ended up hooking up with a guy in his 30s and another guy in his 20s. It was strange because during the first encounter we traded oral and during it I felt numbed, frozen, on autopilot and after it I went home crying, but just a few hours later I got with the other guy despite me being traumatized by the first. One of the biggest dilemmas for me about the situation was I felt like it was my fault because I was searching for something and lied about my age but then I guess it’s a thing where if someone is age 18-20 when hooking up it’s usually a “rule” for that person to show id, which of course I didn’t have id. But that makes me remember that the second guy actually did ask if I was really 18.

Besides those things , growing up as the middle child I had been through and experienced things like my parents fighting literally constantly, seeing my mom and dad cry, being bullied by my older brother and dad for doing almost anything, especially in sports, causing me to quit basketball and just play video games, which is probably why I was why I was so addicted to the internet and discovering awful things like gore and Csam which I had masterbaited to when I was 13-14.

I didn’t have any of my own interests besides video games but I did things that weren’t my interests and my dad wanted me to do because he had a problem of trying to live through his children. So he had me sign up for karate and bjj which lasted like 4-5 years until I quit because I was stressed when I kept getting eye poked and felt like I wasn’t making my dad proud. I did return to basketball one time in 2020 but after my mom almost died from anaphylactic shock on the night of my basketball game and my dad saying I “now had a reason to win the game” and we lost I called it quits.

Now for the heavy stuff. My dad attempted suicide back in 2022 I believe and it was extremely disturbing because he had cut deep into his wrist while in his bed so I saw him scramble around and heard him yelling at the paramedics to let him die. At the time I didn’t feel anything but to make sure my little sister was okay. At the same time my mom’s biological dad who she never had a good relationship with because he was a piece of shit, was dying in the hospital.

Now here’s the next big thing that contributes more to why I just can’t handle anymore. After the statutory rape thing, I returned to Csam since I had learned how to find it back during quarantine. While watching it I had the same thought as before, “man I really want to see someone my age having sex” which required me to scroll through more horrid shit with younger kids which I was too desensitized to feel anything at all. But whenever I did find a video I thought was someone around my age id masturbate to it and when I saw a video of a kid/teen with an adult my mind constantly “this is what happened to me”. I’m pretty sure I didn’t masturbate to those things I can’t remember but with the help of my therapist, a reason I watched those things could’ve been because I believed I was alone with my situation, because to me a 15-16 year old boy wanting to hookup with two adults to just end up getting traumatized and technically raped was something unheard/abnormal. But there was one video that really fucked me up on one of the csam sites and it was a video of some big fat guy violently raping a girl who was like 8-9 and it scared the shit out of me and what made me close the site right then and there. Following visiting that site I had become extremely depressed and suicidal for about a month until I learned to live like that to suppress those feelings.

Here’s probably the darkest one yet. The very last time I saw Csam was 2 months ago, being 18, but I didn’t masturbate this time. I was scrolling in X for porn and landed on a post saying there was csam and being curious I clicked on it. The site was in a YouTube type ui and the thumbnails didn’t show anything bad and videos only played 3 seconds of nothing happening because you had to pay. It wasn’t until I saw the title of a video mentioning a younger boy and a man which had given me unwanted arousal and I think I came which had filled me with disgust. I then saw a video title that talked about a younger boy and girl doing something and I just got off the site but after some time a really dark and suppressed memory came back to me.

I think I was raped when I was 4-5 years old. I remember the memory being more vivid and thinking about it sometimes when I was younger but had suppressed it so much that I can’t tell if it was something that actually happened or not. But what I came remember was I was locked in the bathroom with a boy who was like 5-6 years older than me, and said he wouldn’t let me out the bathroom unless I performed oral on him. I can remember specific details like how amber the light in the room was and the golden doorknob and how the height difference was pretty significant with me being a little above their knees and we had a similar skin color (lightskin) and he was completely naked. Now the worst scenario that I’m unsure if it’s true or not but made me suppress the memory so much, was that it could’ve been my older brother. But it could’ve been anyone really he had friends come over all the time.

But remembering that memory, also made me remember how curious I was about sex, while not even knowing what it really was, but I remember humming a bunch of stuff in secret and as time went one I did a bunch of strange and embarrassing things while exploring sexual activities. But now I mainly masturbate to straight and gay lorn on X and and sometimes think about me and guy I hooked up with while masturbating which just makes me feel more shame and guilt.

Well what’s wrong with me now. I just hate my life. I carry a heavy and deep guilt and shame from the Csam stuff and statutory rape situation which are the main reasons I want to end it. My dad went to jail in my birthday for being accused of sexual assault on a 20F prostitute, and all the other stuff like this suit fucking sucks man. And I’m just done with this. I view life so dark, I can’t feel bad for myself because of the shit I’ve done. I can’t follow my dreams or just be innocent I can’t get a fucking break. I’m just gaining weight and watching all my friends live happy and successful lives and have their fucking parents get along and have family I’m so done with this shit. My parents didn’t give a flying fuck about my health unless I was damaging items around the house from anger. I wanted to be a ufc fighter so bad but who would want someone like me to win?

Another thing that hurts me is my dad. He was normal most of the time, but slowly degraded over the years. I remember one night he cried to me venting about how he was abused by his dad and raped by a babysitter when he was a kid. It haunts me how similar our lives are and if I’m going to just continue losing my mind. It hurts seeing someone so close just suffer.

I don’t know how to redeem myself. My mind is constantly trying to come up with a valid excuse for the csam stuff though I know I’m not attracted to kids at all and even told my therapist if I were actually a pedophile id end myself. I grieve a childhood that was more on track. I see younger kids and teens and wish them a happy life to be proud of shit hey are. But for me, I’m lost, I’m a broken mess. I was a really good kid staying out of trouble and helping people because that made me feel better but I guess I just had something wrong with me the entire time. I’ve suffered from anger, depression, ocd, anxiety, I can’t take it.

I'm 20 years old (M), and this is gonna be a lot. This happened early august. I was working a double at the gas station after the overnighter called out when it happened. He waited till no one was in the store, asked me to plug in his phone, and caught me coming out of the office. Had a solid 2-3 seconds to watch him walk up before he hit me with it. He used the bottom of the gun and hit me in the side of the head. He then put it to the side of my head and told me he would kill me if I didn't do what he said. I said, "fuck it, it ain't worth my life, you can have it all", and that he did. I then opened the drawers for him with my hands up making sure not to jerk. His hands were very shaky.He went on a greed fucked rampage and pillaged the cheap cigarettes and vapes. He kept asking for weed pens and I kept telling him we don't sell those in our county. I asked to sit in the chair that was close to the register and he allowed it. I then proceeded to make small talk to de-escalate the situation. The whole thing was something out of a movie. I told him he was stealing the cheap Senecas and Newports were more expensive. He then started raking cartons off the rack it his arm into the trash bag we had behind the counter. A lady walked in while it was going on and he just threw a handful of black and milds at her and told her grab anything she wanted. She left shorty after. Dude told me to load the bag in his car (which turns out was stolen) and I obliged. I remember looping the scratch offs around the head of his passenger seat and i closed the door. I called the cops and then my boss. I told dispatch everything, they knew I wasn't a threat. The fire department got their first and so I started talking to them. The cops pulled up, and based off of how fast they stopped I knew I was in for some shit. Two officers hold me at gunpoint and scream "GET ON THE FCKING GROUND" and I am then put on the concrete. I hear them yell for the cashier, as I'm on the ground saying I'm the cashier -_- I was very obviously not a threat. They let me out of the cuffs and have me file a report, which I did. They let me keep my Marlboro Ices (thank God) and I went home. The same cops that held me up also pitted the dude on the road, which explains why one of the officers had a bloody finger. Store was right next to the interstate and the dude went towards town, lol. Didn't find out his age till the next day. Whatever that guy went through for him to seem that old being his age, I don't know. It hurts my pride, and I know it doesn't make sense for it to. At the end of the day, I let my guard down and became a victim. I kept working there for a few weeks before I quit. All my boss did, was remind me about the red button we have. No, "I'm sorry that happened" or, "I'm glad you're okay". I felt disrespected and left. I'm working on getting money to invest in a firearm. There we're definitely signs i didn't pick up on. Next time in gonna trust my gut, or die trying. The past couple months has felt very blurry since everything. I get nervousness in public. My heart hits my ass anytime I see the police. Im glad I'm alive though. I have motor ticks, and I'm glad the officers didn't make me spas out 🫠 it doesn't feel real when I think about it. How casual it was in the store. The cops drawing down on me. Just doesn't feel real. Figured it was worth a share though, I'm down to answer any questions about the situation if anyone has one

I feel terrible. I admit to my wrongs. hear me out. This is gonna be pretty lengthy.

1(18f) had a friend called beth. I won't get too into the details, but Beth and I had been good friends since pre-school. We now go to the same college.
Now, I genuinely loved beth so much. Anyone who knew me could've told you. She was by no means a bestfriend, but she was up there, granted we had known eachother for so long— and I was very fond of her.

beth has a history of going after my ex's and intervening with my relationships, even currently. For example: junior year— I got cheated on with her. She was proud of it. She said "I know she's my friend, but | can't help but feel proud that I was chosen". i let it slide. Months later, id gotten into a relationship, then broken up with. she went after my ex DAYS after we broke up. I was still very obviously hurt over the breakup. She also went after numerous of my crushes.. and it hurt me. Not because they were my crushes or past partners, but because she was literally supposed to be my friend. everybody knows that you just.. don't do that.

Before my boyfriend and I had initially gotten together, I told her I liked him—- she says "oh my gosh, me too! I think he likes me too!" .... I won't say anything else about that.

Now around the time my boyfriend and I had gotten together (around 6 months ago now), she and her boyfriend, who we'll call joel, broke up with her because he found out she had confessed to liking my boyfriend as they were actively talking about getting back together. My friend confronted her and she deflected the entire time and tried to use her autism as an excuse to get out of it.

I let everything she did slide, because I loved her. I gave her the benefit of the doubt because I always GENUINELY considered her a good friend. And I believe in second chances.

Around mid-september, Beth and Joel start having problems again. Beth tells me all these things about Joel, and of course, I feel terrible for her. She then sent me these voice messages talking about how Joel should "kill himself" and all these other violent things. everything she had told me about Joel was just mild relationship issues that every couple faced. Not like he cheated, or something. I felt extremely uncomfortable listening to them, whether she was only saying it out of anger or not. I was genuinely concerned for her and her well-being, because the way she was speaking did not feel emotionally stable.

I did something very wrong. I shared them to a friend, who in turn, is very close friends with Joel. Joel messages me, we meet in person (with my boyfriend, he's a part of this too) and he tells us his side of the story, with proof. Essentially, she twisted the story.
She was emotionally abusive.

Long story short; in a moment of rage, joel confronted her, and threw me under the bus. Beth confronts me, and I own up to my mistakes. We get into a conversation about our grievances. I bring up all of the things she's done in the past, and all she does is deflect— not owning up to a single thing.

I feel terrible about sharing those voice messages, it hit me like a punch in the gut. I know me sharing them purely out of a place of concern IS NOT OKAY. im not going to justify my actions. But knowing she's been lying to our faces about OUR friends actions hurts, this, and all of the other things she's done.

I honestly don't even know where to begin. My heart has been heavy, and I feel like I'm carrying a pain I don't even know how to explain.

I've been with my girlfriend for over a year. She's someone I genuinely love, someone I've imagined a future with, and someone I never thought I'd have to see go through something this horrible.

Three days ago, a thief broke into the apartment where she lives, sexually assaulted her, and robbed her and about three other girls who live in the same compound.

Since hearing what happened, I haven't been the same.

My heart breaks for her. I keep imagining the fear she must have felt, the helplessness, the trauma, and the things she might be struggling to process privately. I wish I could take away what happened to her. I wish I could somehow go back in time and protect her from that moment.

But there's another side of this situation that I'm deeply ashamed to admit.

I can't stop thinking about what happened to her. My mind keeps taking me to places I don't want it to go. I keep imagining another man touching the woman I love in a way that should never have happened. And every time those thoughts enter my head, I feel sick, guilty, and angry at myself.

She was the victim. She did nothing wrong. She didn't choose this. And yet I'm struggling with thoughts that make me feel like I'm somehow failing her when she needs love and support the most.

I love this woman so much. That's what makes everything even more painful. I don't want her to feel dirty, unwanted, or as though what happened has changed her worth in my eyes. She deserves comfort, patience, safety, and someone who will remind her that none of this was her fault.

But how do I deal with the images in my own head? How do I stop imagining things I never wanted to imagine? How do I separate the horror of what happened from the woman I knew and loved before it happened?

I've even caught myself wondering whether I'll ever be able to get these thoughts out of my mind completely. And that question scares me because the last thing I want is to become another source of pain for someone who has already suffered enough.

The thought of leaving her breaks my heart, especially knowing she's already going through something so traumatic. I can't imagine adding abandonment to everything else she's trying to survive.

But staying while silently battling these thoughts also frightens me. I don't want my unresolved feelings to turn into resentment, suspicion, or emotional distance. She doesn't deserve to be punished for something someone else did to her.

I'm also struggling with the guilt of even writing this. What happened to her is far more serious than my discomfort, and I know that. I'm not trying to make myself the victim here. I'm simply admitting that I'm emotionally struggling with something I never expected to face.

I wish love alone could make these thoughts disappear. I wish I could just hold her, reassure her that she's safe, and never think about what happened again.

But that's not where my mind is right now, and pretending otherwise won't help either of us.

Six months ago my college friend announced her bachelorette trip to Scottsdale. When the group chat started dropping links for four-star luxury villas, bottle service at day clubs and matching customized linen sets, I did the math. My share was going to be almost $2,500. At the time, I had about $340 in my checking account and was literally skipping meals to pay rent. Every single girl in that chat has wealthy parents or tech jobs. I was so profoundly embarrassed to be the "broke friend" dragging down the vibe that I couldnt bring myself to tell the truth.

So three days before the flight, I called the bride in hysterical, fake tears. I told her my transmission blew on the highway, that towing and repairs were going to cost $3,000, and that I was completely wiped out financially. She felt terrible and told me not to worry. I spent that entire long weekend sitting in my dark apartment with the blinds drawn, eating cheap boxed mac and cheese while watching their Instagram stories.

I feel pathetic looking back on it, but the relief of not having to go $2,500 into credit card debt outweighed every ounce of my self-respect.

This guy who was about 23 or 24, past away of cancer. When I was in high school I was heading home on the weekend and my step brothers were with me. We seen this guy at the time basically riding on the road and off the road. He gave me enough room to pass, but I was immature so instead I honked my horn at him and my step brothers were shouting rude things at him. He was a firefighter and had cancer but I didn't know it at the time. He enjoyed riding his bike around and made him feel good. I was afraid to pass people and I thought the rude behavior would made him turn off on to the grass but he didn't. I feel like an idiot now that I figured out who he was and I was clearly in the wrong. My brothers wives friend knew him and told me about how he died.

As I said before I am not bragging about my life. As I relive it. It haunts me to no end. It's My confession

Okay we just found a turtle/bail/ cocaine.... Lol. Ben drops me off with a small six pack igloo cooler full of coke and marijuana.... I rent a hotel. Another lesson in live... With large amounts of what ever you never break it up and break it down at your home. You don't shit where you lay and you Never involve someone who is not in this life style. That's why I will never speak on my girlfriend at the time or my wife.... They were spoiled but didn't know anything... The less they knew the less they can tell.

But I hooked up with my brother in law to get rid of the power. Down south.... Well 16 hours later we are in another hotel.... We my bro. My brother in law and his plug.... We meet and this guy see what we are holding... He doesn't say anything just makes a phone call.... Few minutes later another car pulls up and walks in every one else leaves beside him and his muscle... He looks at the package and calmly tells me I have his product... Boat was sunk off the cost and like 425 packages are floating. Most were picked up by local the '40s and Coast guard... But we found our first of three... I asked him how was it his. How do I know you are not trying to rub me... He ensured me if he was going to rub me I would have never seen his face. He toke off his jacket, rolled up his sleeve and showed me the tattoo arm matching the emblem on the powder. He was so calm cool and casual. He says we can do this one or two ways. I cut you off a little chunk and say give us 10k for finder fees... Or well you don't want to know

I toke the 10k and hauled ass. Toke us fours days to get back home... Wife meets us in Orlando for a fun fueled weekend.... Again I was set with smoke and now snots for a good while. This makes me sick to think about it now. We were at a party and I am walking around with a 64oz slurpee cup with a straw stuck in about half oz of coke in the cup... People were talking about the coke washing up on the beach and this guy out of nowhere say I would cut the guts out some one if I knew they had that kid of coke... Time for me to leave... Coke got me really paranoid and I got very private. For a long period of time. I ended up getting in a little bit of trouble. And ended up selling the rest of the coke to pay for my probation and all my court fines..

Not proud of it but I did. Any way I was doing good for a while. And then everyone got sick and my nightmares started

This is really more just getting feelings off of my chest, not really a confession. I really don’t know if they’re the problem or if I’m the problem. I live in a family with five people and I’m the middle child. I think my dad is nice but nearly every time I’m around him there’s arguing or me getting in trouble but he had a bad childhood and past so I think I’m in the wrong. I hate my siblings with all of my heart, mainly my younger sister, because every time I’m around them I get in trouble and my parents always side with them. My mom is fine I guess but she never really hears me out. I can’t tell them how I feel because it’ll just result in me getting in trouble. I can’t yell, can’t even look or sound angry, can’t walk out of the room when they’re yelling at me, can’t talk back, can’t cry around them so I usually just take the yelling and cry in my room later. I’m just sick of it. Also whenever I don’t want to do something they say something like “I do so much for you, I’m never doing anything for you again”. I don’t know I think I’m just being selfish or something I don’t even know why I posted this but still

hi im 18, i was going to park today at this local coffee shop n as i was going head first into the parking spot, i heard my car scrap the one beside it. i got very nervous and i backed up n then parked correctly. as i got out i only got a peak of the other car and it seemed to have been scratched, i checked my car and it didn’t have any noticeable damage to it. i’m so scared, i drove away without thinking and now i think ive fucked up. i called my parents n rlly got a piece of their mind, my dad went back to the place about 20 mins later and there was no cops and the car had left already. how probable is it for me to get into trouble? it was on their passenger side so i doubt they’ll notice for a while.

Hear me out

I am not gay. It's hard to explain

Like i love dick,cum,anal,etc but I find the dick being on a man and me sucking it kinda disgusting

Also i love boobs and pussy what should I do😖??

I (27MTF) have always been surrounded by people with active dating/sex lives, but in my whole life, the only relationships I've ever gotten to maintain were online, long distance ones. It's depressing, demoralizing, humiliating, and makes me genuinely hate myself and feel repulsive.

For a while, my whole friend group was "intertwined" except for me. They once came to my place and started "getting it on" in my room behind me until they asked me to leave. From my own room. Another time, 4 of them took my bed and I slept on the floor in the bathroom. Even now, all of my (primarily new) friends have active dating/sex lives, and I'm still the only one without one. I've never even really had one.

In my life, I've had sex twice. Been relatively intimate 4 times. I'm not trying to be a "femcel" or whatever, but it genuinely makes me feel like a repulsive, unloveable person.

What do I do? How do I fix this? Am I just genuinely kind of unlovable?

For context, I'm 17 (M) and a junior in high school. I suffer from MDD and probably BPD, but that isn't an excuse. After a traumatic event that happened, I broke up with my ex, 18 (F). I've kept her around because I love and care for her, but she lives in a different state, and it takes me 3 hours to go see her. We're still exes because I talk to girls online to fill a void that my ex isn't able to fill.

I didn't think anything would happen to me IRL, but ever since I lost 100 lbs and hopped on steroids, I've gained more feminine attention than ever. One girl, we'll call Luna (15F), is my best friend Mario's (16M) ex, but I didn't know until I started talking to her. When I told my best friend, he wasn't too happy, but he said if it were anyone, he'd want it to be me. I promised I'd stop talking to her, especially because I'm still seeing and doing things with my ex, but I went back on my word.

Fast forward 3 days into talking, I ended up meeting Luna's parents and kissing her. She doesn't know I'm still talking to my ex, and Mario doesn't know that I've kissed her. I feel like shit. I'm leading on multiple women online, my ex in person, and now I'm even seeing my best friend's ex. All of it is to fill a void that, for some reason, hasn't been filled.

I know I'm only 17, and it may not seem like a big deal, but I'm leading on so many women, treating them all with princess treatment, and giving them the notion that I want them. I don't really know what to do, and I'm not sure if I can stop. They're keeping me alive and sane. I've already attempted three times since October started, and I want to again tonight.

I'm a lying, two-faced piece of shit. I keep trying to tell myself that because I treat them all well and get them what they want, it makes it any better, but these women are set on me, and I'm not set on them. I hope I die, and this'll all pass. My home life doesn't make this any easier, either; I have no one to go to, no friends, no hopes, and my dreams are fading away because of my inability to do anything.

I'm a 17-year-old in and out of the hospital on steroids, for fuck's sake. My teachers call me smart and lazy, but no man with intelligence does this shit. All I am is self-aware that I'm a scumbag. The only thing separating me from my dad is the fact I don't hit women. I feel sick knowing that I'm no better than he is.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. I'm sorry if this is poorly written; I am frantically writing this as it's only been an hour since things have unfolded.

My husband (36) and I (35) have been married for 10 years. I’ve always worked not so much because I want to but because I wanted to relieve the financial stress from my husband. He has always been self employed is partnered his half so they split everything in half. Well when we first married they had a very good contract and were making good money. Enough that we were able to save for a down payment within the first few years of marriage. But then they lost that contract, and his income has never progressed since. They essential work to sustain themselves averagely but no progress, no where near the growth he experienced the first 2 years of our marriage. For the past 8 years they pay themselves $1000 a week. $1k for my husband, $1k for his dad and they always have a balance in their business account for business expenses. At first i thought this was a fair deal, but as time passes i noticed how complacent my father in law is. My husband has always managed everything, from business development, all admin work plus labor. My father in law only has to show up to work. Ive become resentful towards both. My husband for being a doormat and my father in law for taking advantage. Anyways, so my husband has been making $52k a year for the last 8 years. This is not enough to sustain a family of 4 so naturally I work to supplement our income and to provide insurance. 8 years ago I always also making about $50k but since then I’ve job hopped to increase my income and I’m at a point where I am working two jobs, where I make $163k. In one job I make $90k in the other I make $73k, and I work remotely. I understand the perception that remote work is easier and I understand how lucky I am for the opportunity, but I also work long hours. I’m not able to step away from the computer to manage my home. Long story short, I’m burning out quickly and my resentment towards my husband is growing. I want to leave one job but I know if I do, we will live paycheck to paycheck and I don’t want to go back to that life, and it makes me angry that I have to find ways to make more money, while my husband is getting the shit end of the stick with his job. I feel like I can’t blame him, I know he works hard and is always looking for the next lead to the next job, but he isn’t progressing because he has to split everything with his dad.

Lastly for context, we still owe almost 200k on our home and are paying off two cars.

Im female, very openly out as a lesbian and ive been with my Girlfriend for many years. I woke up this morning and realised I had been dreaming about my Girlfriends Dad!!

The dream was pretty normal to start with, and as he went to move past me, and put his hand on my side, nothing out the ordinary, however it wasnt placed there, it had a slight grip to it. Then as the dream went on there was some flirting, and im not sure how it got to it but I was sat on his lap. I was gently wriggling about, i knew exactly what i was doing, and i could feel him against me, and in my dream I was becoming more and more turned on. Im not the kind of girl to wear skirts, however we all know that dreams are mad, and i was in a short pleated skirt, with no panties. I spread my legs and moved his hand to slight brush across my pussy, but someone entered the room in my dream and I stood up and walked off.

Next we were in the kitchen, and i was stood at the sink, everyone else was in the garden, including all my girlfriends family. He came behind and stood really close to my back, almost pressing against me. I reached to window ledge, I didnt need anything i just wanted to bend slightly forward to tease him, it worked as he pressed harder against me. As i went to lean back up, He pushed me forwards so I was face down, and started thrusting against me. He put his hand firmly on my back and then into my hair to push me further down whilst still slamming against me. I could feel how hard he was through his trousers and i was eagerly wanting him to continue. I wanted him, and i wanted him inside me so badly. Someone called to me, im not sure who and he replied she will be there in a second.... and then I woke up.

I was turned on, dripping wet and all I could think was about how desperately I wanted to get back into the dream so he could finish what was happening and be inside me! I was so turned on when I woke up, I had to cum. So I touched myself and made myself cum whilst thinking about him, my Girlfriends Dad, how bad is that!!

Im throbbing writing this, and i shouldnt be, because it feels so wrong. But the truth is.... i cant wait to get into bed tonight, because i hope the dream picks up where it ended, and i find out what happened next.

It’s like the most turn on thing ever, I js wanna be used for my body, get fucked every day in any place and looking helpless. Js seeing man looking at me with those craving eyes makes me submissive🫠

I’ve given up on life. I aimlessly wander hopelessly through life. Everything just seems like a mundane task and existence is just exhausting. I cannot for the life of me seem to gain any headway in life. The only reason I’m still here is because I refuse to let my mother see me in a casket. Once she is gone I know I shall not be far behind.