There are over 7 billion people on earth, over 7 billion lives, each life has an endless amount of experiences, moments, memories and secrets. We see people walking down the street, we go to work and see our work mates, we have dinner with our family members, but after reading this post on Reddit I sort of came to fully comprehend how each person can be a deep ocean of mysteries.
Just think of every person that you know, that you have meet, that you see walking down the street, it’s very likely that each and every one of them has a secret, something no one else knows. Something they would only dare to say out loud thanks to the anonymity of the internet.
Some secrets are very sad, some are funny and some are fearsome. A lot of people let go of the pressure of holding in their secrets, and find freedom by letting others know them. Another interesting aspects of this post is thinking, what are those close to you hiding? What are you hiding from others? What’s your biggest secret?
A Hidden Paradise
“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 sq. ft. 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.”
A Personality Based on a Lie
“I run a cake business. I charge people hundreds for wedding cakes… Every last one is made using Pilsbury cake mix I buy for $1 a box at Walmart. I suck at baking. Every time I’ve ever tried to make a cake from scratch it sucked. But baking is like.. My whole deal. My friends all call me the cake girl. It’s like my whole life is a lie. People compliment my cakes all the time. Telling me how delicious they are. Telling me it’s so much better than box mix cake. Telling me they could never bake a cake so delicious. Well guess what? For $1, they too can make a cake just as delicious. Just add oil, eggs and water. In my defense, I love cake decorating. I make all of the frostings and fondant from scratch. I just hate baking fucking cakes!!”
A Gay Child Hooker
“Ok, so this is a secret I’ve kept for nearly 20 years.
During the summers when I was growing up, my parents would often leave my brother and I(I’m male) with our aunt and uncle who lived out in the country. It was great as they had 4 sons of ages close to ours so we had a lot of fun doing kids stuff.
One summer when I was 8, the oldest cousin was maybe 16. We somehow got talking and he asked me if I wanted to sleep in his room that night. He has the nicest room and bed so I was all for it. Got into bed and he asked if he could touch my penis. I was 8 and just thought it was ok so I let him. He rubs it for a bit and then asks me to do the same to him. So I do. This progresses and eventually I’m sucking his cock. I think I knew this was wrong so I said I didn’t want to carry on. We stop and I goto sleep quite confused.
I wake up and he hands me some money and tells me never to tell anyone about what happened. Next night he tries to do the same thing.. But now all I care about is the money. So I do it. This carried on for 2 summers.
Eventually I got old enough to realize it was quite wrong regardless of the money and stopped.
I’ve not told anyone this. He’s now married with 2 kids. I’m also married and we see them sometimes at family events. I don’t have the balls to even try and talk to him about it.. Hell I’m not even sure what I’d say.
I’m sure this will get buried but just getting it off my chest makes me feel better.
Tldr I was a gay child hooker.”
The Last Words He Ever Spoke To His Father
“When I was 17 I had a argument with my father and told him to fuck off, later that evening he hung 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 fuck off 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.”
Poo in the Bathroom Wall
“I once took a shit In the bathtub and then realising what a horrible mistake I’d made, I flung poo Into a hole In the wall.
My parents renovated and patched up the hole. So now there Is a ~15 year old turd in between the bathroom and kitchen wall of my childhood home.
Not even using a throwaway because I have no shame.”
The Father of Her Child is….?
“My daughter turns 5 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. In my senior year, I met an older guy and we dated for almost a year… getting pregnant about 7 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.”
A Mistake that Took Seven Lives
“I accidentally killed seven people.
I put a rag into a new water heater exhaust to keep debris out and installed it in a rental.
I get a call a week later, there’s been an accident. I show up and there’s a ton of ems and police. They ask me where the gas shutoff is, and I go down to shut the gas off and see the end of the rag I forgot sticking out of the top of the heater.
Ripped the rag out, shut the gas off and head upstairs only to be told all the tenants were DEAD.
I drink all day now and sleep. It’s killing me from the inside every single day, but if I say anything my family is ruined; we have a bunch of rental properties and we’d be shut down.”
He Came Really Close to Committing a School Shooting
“I came very, very close to committing a school shooting
I was picked on A LOT in high school. I think it was because I tried so hard to be cool and everyone saw right through it. There were these 4 cowboy jock types that gave it to me the worst. After being publicly humiliated and beaten in front of a girl I liked (as she laughed/cheered), I decided that none of it was worth it anymore. I had no support at home being an only child and having parents that worked constantly, and cutting and burning myself didn’t make me feel better anymore. So I got my dad’s handgun out of the gun-safe (he uses the same combo for everything, the idiot) and brought it to school with me the next day.
I can’t adequately describe to you guys how ready I was to kill these four. I had absolutely no fear or doubt in my mind. I wanted nothing more than to show everyone what happens when you push someone over the edge like they did. I had the gun tucked in my waistline. I was wearing this baggy pair of cargo shorts that i wore a couple times a week that day. I remember walking towards the cowboy’s table, so goddamn ready for it to be over, when the gun fell out of my waistline, down my left short leg and made the loudest fucking sound as it hit the cafeteria floor. I tried my best to grab the gun real quick, but people saw what it was and screamed, and one of the instructors tackled me to the ground.
They eventually concluded that I had brought the gun to school to impress people with badassery, and had no intention of using it. I was expelled and sent to live at a youth ranch in Idaho until I was 18. I did have the intention of using it though. I was going to kill all of them. I’m 24 now, and I still think about it all the time. I have not recovered from high school. I’m still terrified of people in general, and avoid having relationships because of what I fear I’m capable of.”
He Lied About His Nationality
“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.”
Which Skycraper Is It?
“Not mine but my whole family’s.
My dad got rich by associating with a scumbag that has his own construction company. Scumbag bribes city officials to approve unstable skyscrapers that would collapse with a 4.0 earthquake and my dad makes all the paperwork discretely. In exchange, multimillionaire scumbag persuades his other loaded friends to hire my dad as their lawyer.
I’m now trying to get into office in the next 30 years to revert most of what my family has contributed to.”
Do You Really Know Your Husband?
“I’m white and my wife is half black. I fantasize that she’s my slave when we have sex. She thinks I’m the least racist person she’s ever known.”
Can We Really Call It Murder?
“My mother has multiple sclerosis and her health has deteriorated fast since I have been 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 2 hours.
My dad, sisters and brother have no clue.”
A Deacon Who Is an Atheist
“I’m an atheist. I’m also a deacon in an evangelical church. I’m not exactly proud of it but I try do my part to convince people to live like Jesus because even if he wasn’t god, he certainly had some good ideas about loving other people.
The problem for me is my family. I’m married with a one kid and another on the way. I believe that such a revelation would be devastating for my wife. I’ve tried to tell her in subtle ways but I can’t bring myself to just come out and say the truth. I love my wife and I don’t wish to harm her emotionally in that way.”
So Which One Did The Job?
“I have an important job. Every day, I evaluate various containers for hazardous waste (up to and including medical waste) to determine whether or not they are suitable for a given application. The vast majority of my work comes from pressurized containers that hold (usually) harmless compounds under extremely high pressures (hundreds of times greater than atmospheric pressure). When these vessels fail, people die. Period.
I have been in this business for nearly 40 years. I am approaching retirement, and I have commissioned more of these pressure vessels than I can count. THOUSANDS of containers are out there in all sorts of industries being worked on and around by people completely unaware of one fairly important fact: the person who commissioned those vessels has heard voices in their head since they were 14 years old. There are three of them. One of them is something of a snarker, another is mostly silent and very childish, and the third is frighteningly, violently insane.
The last one didn’t show up until I was graduating college. Every time I have stamped a container, I heard a soft voice in my ear chiding me for missing an opportunity to kill somebody. I’m commanded to steer into oncoming traffic every time I drive home. I’ve caught myself idly listing the ingredients to build a bomb or a meth lab or a homemade firearm more times than I care to list. That voice has been my indicator for the integrity of every device I have commissioned over my entire career. If ever I am about to stamp something and the voice is silent, I recheck my numbers.”
A Woman Trapped in a Guy’s Body
“I’m a 21 y/o 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 ever thing 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 wasnt a joke.
I walk around in jeans and a t-shirt just about everyday, 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 thats 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.”
A Disease That’s Afflicting Her/Him
“I have herpes.
I know that doesn’t sound like anything particularly horrible after these devastating tales of incest, rape and other sad/terrible/morally ambiguous situations, but I feel like it has ruined my life. I feel trapped, like I will never find someone who could actually like me enough to see past it.”
He’s The Father of His Brother’s Baby
“My little brother married my ex girlfriend, we rekindled our relationship before the wedding and she gets pregnant with my baby and to this day my brother has no idea we even knew each other before the wedding. I am a terrible person.”
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18. He Never Told His Parents They Had a Grandchild
” My brother committed suicide in 1994, shortly thereafter I intercepted a letter to my parents from his girlfriend. She was pregnant and wanted them to know and asked if they wanted to be in the babies life. I burned the letter and have never told them. She never contacted them again and I did so many drugs that I buried that secret deep in my subconscious.
19. His Family Thinks He’s Dead
” I cut off all contact with everyone I know and moved to Kenya, I tell people a fake name and a fake background and have made it appear to my family that I died on boat trip in the Pacific. No I am not joking. I am dead in the United States.”
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