We all have secrets. Some big, some small. These people are holding onto some monstrous secrets. Secrets that if they came out could ruin their entire lives. Please note, there are several stories contained that some readers will find disturbing. Content has been edited for brevity.
"I once helped out my a female friend's family by taking care of their cat for a week. Every day for a week, I would go over there and snoop around their house. I found my friend's diary, and proceeded to read the entire thing. I used this information to get her to like me, and she is currently my wife."
"Two and a half years ago I was in dire financial straights, so I sold my home to keep my struggling business afloat. I neglected to tell the owners that they have an 800 square foot bunker on the property that I built about seven years ago. The bunker that I've called home since I sold it.
The entrance to it is well-hidden, but I still come and go very early/very late in the day.
I'm a single man who keeps to himself. I'm now in a situation where I could move somewhere else, but I love this hidden paradise so much."
"When I was 15, my parents were going through a divorce, my mom worked night shifts and my dad was living with a friend of his. One night, my sister, who was 19 at the time, came home pretty messed from a party. She was acting goofy and fell on the couch next to me. She started grabbing my leg and laughing and we started fondling. We ended up doing the deed right there. When we woke up the next day she had no recollection of the night before so I just kept my mouth shut.
Fast forward to when I'm 18. My sister is home from college and our dad is over for a visit. They get into an argument and in a fit of rage my dad announces how he has never forgiven her for the abortion she got when she was 19 and subsequently killing his grand child.
I then realize the baby she aborted was in fact mine.....and as far as I know, I am the only one who knows since she has never mentioned that night."
"I faked having a chronic pain condition for five years in order to not have to attend middle school and high school (I was placed on a home bound program -- NOT homeschooling -- and allowed to study at my own pace from home). I was able to fool a team of medical professionals, my family, my teachers, and my friends into believing that my symptoms were real. Also, I racked up over $100,000 in medical bills for my family (that's just what the insurance didn't cover) during those five years (I did not realize the extent of the medical bills until late into my lie and it was one of the main reasons I decided enough was enough).
Upon graduating from high school and getting accepted into a good university, I decided that it was time for my 'pain' to go away. No one has questioned the fact that my symptoms vanished overnight, my medical team attributed it to the fact that I was nearing the end of puberty.
What I did was a terrible thing, and my family is continuing to drown in debt from medical bills (I plan to pay them back someday). I simply started the hoax because I was a 12-year-old who absolutely loathed middle school. I attempted to end the lie at the beginning of every school year, but eventually fell back into saying my 'pain' prevented me from attending school. Today I feel horrible about what I did, and I desperately want to tell everyone that it was a lie, but I know that I cannot because I will never gain credibility back again."
"When I was about 12, I went with some family to Family Dollar. My mother and cousins went off to go look at generic groceries, so I decided I would spend my time hanging out in the toy aisle where there would always be these bags of marbles that other kids would open and leave laying there. Being a kid, I decided to fling marbles across the floor and one just happened to reach one of the far off aisles.
About two minutes later, I heard a loud crash and someone scream 'Somebody help this man!' Being the curious child I was, I ran over to see what the commotion was about. I found everyone gathered around this guy who seemed to have fallen from the ladder as he was getting something off the top shelf. The guy was seizing and blood was coming from his head as he laid there and his face turned blue.
My mother quickly whisked me and my cousins away. Next time we went to Family Dollar we talked to the front cashier, and she said that they called the paramedics but by the time they got there the man had died from choking. When he had the seizure he was choking on his own tongue. The front cashier said the fall was caused when the man had put his ladder on a marble and didn't check it before he got on it.
When I heard what the cashier said I stood in disbelief, thinking I was going to jail. I tried telling my mother many times but all she said that I imagined it."
"My father never had anything other than boys, and my mother always wanted a girl. Try as they might, they just had tons of boys. When I was 6 years old, they adopted a girl who was the same age. Everyone was pleased, and she was quickly included into the family by everyone, and we all took an immediate shine to her. Especially me.
We started playing 'doctor' at 9. This progressed to fooling around by our early teens, and into actual heavy stuff shortly thereafter. We're both over 30 now. We do it whenever we see each other. We also like to pretend we are twins when we do it. We've both had our shares of girlfriends and boyfriends, but we always kept it up even while in those relationships. She's actually married now.
We mess around about two times a month, more when the family gets together for holidays. I can't even imagine what would happen if anyone ever found out. It's been close a few times, especially when we were younger, but nobody's ever caught on."
"My Great Uncle Jack used to live with my family. One day, he got hammered and had a bad fall that ended up causing him to bleed out.
I ended up finding him soon after he fell (I was 14 at the time, and had never seen such an awful sight) and I lost consciousness due to all the blood. When I eventually recovered, I called the ambulance and stayed with my uncle. He died in the back of the ambulance, holding my hand.
No one knows about what happened to me, and if they did they would realize that I'm the reason he's dead. If only I hadn't passed out.
"When I was 17 I had an argument with my father and told him to get lost, and later that evening he hanged himself. Our argument was the last time he spoke to anyone in our family and for that I feel a terrible amount of guilt for. Instead of him saying good bye and I love you to my mom and brothers, he got told to get lost before he went and killed himself.
My punishment is to live the rest of my days in shame and guilt. He never left a note either."
"When I was younger and learning to explore myself, I would finish in a sock then wash and quickly dry it. I couldn't leave it hanging outside or use a dryer otherwise my family would've seen it and probably smell it or whatnot. So I'd put it inside my gas heater unit.
Unfortunately, one day my sock had caught on fire inside the unit, blew it up, and set my house on fire. Only my brother was home at the time, and he managed to survive but the house did not.
For five years we stayed in caravan parks whilst we waited for confirmation that it wasn't arson, and we could receive an insurance payout. It eventually came through, and we scraped together enough money to start rebuilding the house.
The house is still being rebuilt to this day and it shames me anytime I have to visit my parents living in a tiny mobile home where my backyard once was."
"My mother has multiple sclerosis and her health has deteriorated fast since I was born. She was gone from being able to walk, to needing a cane, to needing a walker, to complete wheelchair usage, and now completely bedridden. She has a urinary tract infection that is untreatable and is constantly in physical and emotional pain. She takes prescribed medication for depression and bipolar disorder, as well as sleeping pills. Throughout my childhood she has tried to kill herself three times because she wants the pain to stop.
In the middle of the night, I bought something from a dealer and snuck into my house to give it to my mother.
She passed away within two hours.
My dad, sisters, and brother have no clue."
"This secret could ruin several lives, not just mine. I was a rebellious kid and never got along with my family or anyone from my hometown, so I ran away as soon as I hit 18. Using acquaintances, I couch surfed for almost a year before coming across a business opportunity in California. I settled down and began a serious relationship with a woman named 'May.' We dated for a little over three years, and they were some of the best years of my life, but after a while, she wanted more and I wanted less and we broke up.
Fast forward six years and I get a call from my little brother saying he's getting married, and despite my absence, he wanted me to be his best man. I fly home two weeks before the wedding, and that night at dinner, my brother introduced me to my old girlfriend May, his fiancée. Although it was awkward, we both ignored the fact we knew each other.
My brother gets pulled away for something or another and I finally get to speak to May. We start a conversation that took us from the kitchen, out to the deck, and down the path to an old, dried up pond at the edge of my parents' property. It was like all the good times from the three years of dating her were consolidated into that conversation... everything just clicked. The rush of emotion was unlike anything I've ever felt and it was the same for May. And despite being all sorts of evil, we took off all our clothes and banged like rabbits on the old dock.
Over the next couple days, I went over to my brother's apartment while he was at work. We did it all over everything... the couch, his bed, even the bathroom floor. All unprotected. A week passed and the rush of emotion subsided and I came to my senses, and although we both wanted more, we decided to stop seeing each other. The wedding went off without issue despite the best man feeling like a complete demon... I just wanted to get back on a plane to California as soon as possible. And after wishing the happy couple on their way, that's just what I did.
Now here's where things get interesting. Five months after the wedding May calls me... she's pregnant. She tells me that she and my brother didn't make love (due to irrelevant issues) from a month before the wedding to the honeymoon, three days after the wedding. The kid is mine. I'm not an expert on the reproductive system... or math... so I'm relying on what May has told me, but she seems convinced. We both decide to pretend my brother is the father.
The kid's first birthday is coming up and I still don't know if I made the right choice but I speak with my brother often, and he seems happy... and I'm fine with that.
Ignorance is bliss."
"Background, I'm a guy in my late 20s who was taken into care aged 7. Everyone around me already knows that I was brought up by foster families because I had a terrible early childhood. I deliberately keep it vague and say stuff like 'I'd rather not go into it' so that people will just assume I was abused in some way, and they'll stop asking about it.
The truth is that for the first 7 years of my life, I was brought up as a girl by my psycho birth mother who really wanted a daughter and didn't let the snag of giving birth to a boy stop her from trying to raise one.
She was a pretty successful professional in a legal field (not entirely sure what) and had me via anonymous donor from a fertility clinic. She found out I was a boy at a late ultrasound and then moved across the country. Gave birth to me at home and continued to move about until I was 5 or so. It was just the two of us all my life, we had contact with other people, of course, but they rarely got very close. I had lots of friends, but was always supervised.
I found out way after that my mother's strong puritanical Christianity was a lie she used to explain why she was so strict about me being 'private' and never letting anyone see me get changed or anything. I just accepted all of this as fact, having never been told anything different.
I was sent to a religious school for girls and had a really great childhood. I was a bit of a tomboy, and played with Lego and toy animals, rather than dolls and stuff, but that's not unusual and no one ever questioned I was a girl - even me. I knew about men and women, but had never really seen much of people without clothes. My mother never ever spoke to me about it, but I kinda had the impression that when I grew up and got sweater kittens and stuff, my manhood would kinda fall off or something and I would be a woman, and other kids would keep their manhood and they'd be men.
I carried on with my happy girlhood, and had a bunch of friends and everything was great until I was 7 and a teacher accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee over me at school. The liquid soaked through my clothes and was scalding me so the staff immediately stripped me out of my dress and underwear to get the hot coffee away from my skin. And then they found out.
The cops were called and I got taken to speak with whom I guess would be Social Services. They asked me a bunch of questions about life at home and stuff. Meanwhile, my mother was taken in for questioning too. She refused to acknowledge me as male and insisted I was her daughter. Because she was, y'know, delusional and stuff, I wasn't allowed to go back home but got put with a foster family and went through loads of therapy and stuff.
The worst part was that literally overnight, I lost EVERYTHING. My mother, my home, all my toys, all my clothes. I moved schools, so I lost all my friends, they cut all my hair off and told me I wasn't a girl anymore. It was really traumatic.
The first foster home wasn't that great. They had three boys already and going from a sheltered 'religious' only-child upbringing to a rough-and-tumble testosterone-filled environment was really difficult. They tried to force me to be masculine, and I was just too confused about what they wanted. Anything 'girly' was reprimanded and I felt so lost and alone because nothing I did was right.
I tried to commit suicide when I was 11 and again at 13 because I didn't feel I fitted in anywhere. After the second attempt, they moved me to a different foster family who were awesome. I consider them to be my parents. They actually stood up for me, the first thing was that they let me grow my hair. From when I got taken into care, they buzzed my hair short, and I hated it. They always had to hold me down and do it forcibly while I was crying and fighting. My new parents flatly refused to do it and said that loads of boys had long hair. They also let me quit karate and football and take up swimming and jazz dance. Since I'd been in care, no one had ever stood up for my right to choose what activities to do, or how to dress before. It was amazing.
In the end, I came out of it with a pretty healthy gender identity (I'm a guy, but not the most butch guy ever, but I'm fine with that), I went through school and got my degree and have a pretty good job and an amazing, supportive wife. Everything looks great.
But I can never speak about my early childhood, and how I grew up as a little girl."
"I'm a senior in high school at the moment. My sophomore year, I came out to all my close girl friends, and am now very close to all of them. I've slept in the same bed with them, dressed and undressed with them, even took a shower once with one of them.
The thing is, I'm not actually gay. I just came out so that I could see them get changed. My entire group of friends would completely shun me for life if they ever found out."
"There was a girl who I had a crush on the moment I saw her on my college campus. She ended up dating am awful dude a few weeks later. I happened to end up sitting in a study room with him and a few mutual friends. He talked about how he didn't think she was that attractive and how he liked other girls. I wrote the girl an anonymous email using one of those websites telling her about the things I heard and how the guy was a dirtbag. She ended up breaking it off with him after she found out he was cheating.
The girl is now my girlfriend of five years. She has no idea. I've never told anyone this before. We've been living together in a big city and life is great. We've found things we're both really passionate about and can finish each other's sentences. I've always been a big believer of the 'Just Do It' mindset and this whole story is proof of it."
"My daughter turns 5 years old next week. If anyone knew the truth behind her parentage, I could probably lose her forever.
I grew up in foster care, never knew my parents or siblings. My senior year, I met an older guy, and we dated for almost a year... getting pregnant about seven months in. One night while we were watching tv, the subject somehow came around to our real parents (he had been adopted as a young child). Turns out the man I was seeing, the father of my daughter... is my half-brother... we have the same mother. Our relationship didn't last, and he is not in her life, per his own choices.
My daughter is extremely smart, beautiful, and well-rounded. She'll never know the truth... her father and I made a pact to never tell her. I just hope she never needs a kidney or something."
"When my half sister was growing up, she hated her step dad (my real dad). I think he is a great guy (a little crazy though), they get along fine now, he was just weird and a little mean to my mum's other kids. He is a man of routine, every morning he'd get up, get the paper, make freshly squeezed orange juice for himself, my mum, me (I was 4 at the time) but not my half sister (16), then go poop, shave, shower, then come eat breakfast and drink the OJ
My sister used to pine for a glass of that OJ, and got her revenge in quite trivial ways. Get to the shower before him, take a long time and make him late, She'd leave messages in the window. 'I loath you' and such.
She then stepped it up, waited for him to finish making the OJ and go to the bathroom. She then snuck out, drank half his glass, savored every drop and filled the rest with her pee, set it in place and waited. She then sat and watched him slurp down every last drop in complete satisfaction.
She said after that, anything mean he did didn't really bother her, she'd just smile and think, 'you drank my pee, and you loved it.' After that, their relationship actually got better as they weren't bickering anymore. They actually have a great relationship now. She asked when she can tell him, I said only on his deathbed. So we have that to look forward to, which is nice."
"I'm a 21-year-old guy, and I desperately wish that I could've been born a girl. I'm 6'3 with broad shoulders, a barrel-chest, and a chiseled jawline, and I hate everything about my body. I find the male figure to be absolutely revolting. I always used to joke about being 'a lesbian trapped in a guy's body' back in high school, but after a while I realized it wasn't a joke.
I walk around in jeans and a t-shirt just about every day, but I always wonder how 'girl me' would look in a breezy sun dress or some cute lingerie. I can't even manage to establish a relationship with a woman because I find myself so envious of how beautiful her body is and how I'm trapped in a body that makes me want to break every mirror I walk by.
I like to act girly and say girly things, which makes most people assume I'm gay, but to be honest I'd be a proud lesbian if it was my choice.
I don't even know how to explain it to myself, let alone my parents. I cry myself to sleep sometimes about how I feel like a freak and I just don't know what I'm supposed to do about my "problem". All my life, everyone has been convinced that I'm just a normal guy who is content with his life, but that's all a huge lie.
I know it's not really a life-shattering secret, but it's something I've had on my chest for the longest time."
"After graduating from high school, I went to a small out-of-state college where no one from high school knew me. I was told many times how impressive my false Australian accent was, so I decided it would be great fun to go through college pretending to be from Australia. All of my friends and even my girlfriend of two years think I'm Australian. I have a completely fake Australian identity, family, and past. I will soon be graduating, and I plan on asking the girl to marry me. Everything she knows about me is Australian I don't know how to tell her she doesn't really know me. Guess I'm forever a bloke."