Anonymous People Divulge Their Long Held Secrets For The First Time[rebelmouse-image 18345865 is_animated_gif=
We all have secrets. Some are worse than others. That time you stole gum from the corner grocery store when you were seven is clearly not as bad as someone else who may have slept with their best friend's wife days after he died in a sky-diving accident. You'd feel bad about both, but one will clearly eat away at you worse than the other. People on Reddit shared what was hidden deep inside when they answered Reddit user, u/OhWell_WhateverNvmd's question:
What is a secret that you've managed to keep in real life that you'd like to share with us anonymously?
Sometimes They're Bad...[rebelmouse-image 18345866 is_animated_gif=
That my wife cheated on me and I haven't and probably won't forgive her for it.... but I'm in so much debt that almost financially impossible for us to divorce and still be able to take care of our kids...
...Sometimes They're Good[rebelmouse-image 18345867 is_animated_gif=
I like to secretly plant fruit trees, bushes, and vegetables in public places.
Like, that playground that has some useless ornamental bushes? I'll sneak a haskap, currant or some asparagus in there.
If I eat some apples, peach, whatever, I'll save the seeds, and plant them around town. Mwu-hahahahah
You Hide Yourself Away[rebelmouse-image 18345868 is_animated_gif=
I honestly hate myself so much and am not nearly as happy as I make myself out to be to my friends and family.
You Can Enjoy It A Little.[rebelmouse-image 18345869 is_animated_gif=
When I threw that penny and hit my friend in the forehead, it wasn't an accident. I meant to do it.
You Might Hide Away For Selfish Reasons[rebelmouse-image 18345870 is_animated_gif=
I'm pretty sure I suffer from some kind of responsibility aversion, to the point where I'll much rather disappoint people and lie about being unable to attend, than partake in the [activities] I prepared with and for them.
Sometimes You're Not Who You Claim To Be. Literally.[rebelmouse-image 18345872 is_animated_gif=
I don't actually know what i'm doing at my job, i just google everything.
What makes it worse is when I hit deadlines early my client is all happy.
You Exposed Yourself To The Wrong Person[rebelmouse-image 18345873 is_animated_gif=
I was 17 at home and in the shower when i heard the door bell ring urgently. I assumed my brother lost his keys again. So i ignored it. But it wouldn't stop. I was really angry with my brother. I had soap in my hair and there was only a hand towel left. So i wrap it around my waist and run to open the door so my brother will stfu.
Not my brother. It was my english teacher. I had to sign my coursework coversheet and he dropped by after calling my mother so i wouldn't miss the deadline.
And that ladies and gents is how my english teacher accidentally saw my boobs.
When You So Badly Want To Get Away...[rebelmouse-image 18345875 is_animated_gif=
I fantasize constantly about being able to enter an inpatient treatment program, to the point of even looking up different options and peoples' reviews/experiences with them.
It's not a feasible option for me right now for many reasons -- I would lose my job, my relationship, many of my friends, my whole life would be derailed. And frankly, I'm definitely not severe enough to actually need it.
But it would be nice to be able to put real life on "pause" for a couple months and spend that time really dedicatedly working on getting better. I've been in therapy for over a year, but there's definitely some stuff I won't be able to work through because I can't effectively unpack it while still maintaining my normal day-to-day life.
You Never Want To Hurt Those Close To You[rebelmouse-image 18345876 is_animated_gif=
There is a crack in the watch my girlfriend gave to me for my birthday.
She must never find out.
...Like What?[rebelmouse-image 18345877 is_animated_gif=
I have way weirder kinks than I thought.
"Oh, It's Serious Alright"[rebelmouse-image 18345878 is_animated_gif=
I have had a dream (maybe delusion) of being a superhero ever since I was a kid. I indulge in it every day and how I would save the world and fix its problems. I know how to operate normally around other people and anytime I've broached topics near it, they take it as a joke or don't take me seriously.
Oh, it's serious alright.
When You're The Office Prankster[rebelmouse-image 18345879 is_animated_gif=
At work I change the language of the coffee machine to the language of which they speak from where it's made.
Everyone think it's broken. Huehuehue...
When You Have To Hide Your Roots[rebelmouse-image 18345880 is_animated_gif=
I was homeless living in a motel for my entire childhood, and I feel like it has effected me greatly in a bad way, I just wish I had a normal childhood like the other kids
Not Admitting What You Want[rebelmouse-image 18345881 is_animated_gif=
I have physical or emotional attractions to people, but I feel asexual most of the time.
Something You've Held Onto For Years[rebelmouse-image 18345882 is_animated_gif=
That one time in PE in third grade i sneezed and a huge booger went onto the floor and before anyone saw it, i blamed it on the one kid that saw me do it (and was the "smelly kid") so i wouldn't be ridiculed.
I'M SORRY CALEB SMITH!
Secretly Making The Right Choice[rebelmouse-image 18345883 is_animated_gif=
I recently quit smoking... nobody knew I even smoked in the first place.
Everyone I know is anti-smoking (it killed my grandfather and there are doctors in my family) so the grief I'd get would be too much to deal with.
My geographically nearest relative lives 60 miles away and I seldom see him, plus they don't know any of the few friends I have in this town. The cat never got out of the bag.
Trying To Be Honest With Yourself[rebelmouse-image 18345884 is_animated_gif=
I've been single for 8 years because "I'm picky" when in truth it is because my self esteem is in the tank, no one wants to legitimately date a single mother of 2 kids, and after talking to people they seem to think because I have two kids by two different men that I am easy.
I physically hurt from it some nights.
Get It ALL Out, Buddy[rebelmouse-image 18345885 is_animated_gif=
In third grade, I cheated on my history exam. In fourth grade, I stole my uncle Max's toupee and I glued it on my face when I was Moses in my Hebrew School play. In fifth grade, I knocked my sister Edie down the stairs and I blamed it on the dog... when my mom sent me to the summer camp for fat kids and then they served lunch I got nuts and I pigged out and they kicked me out... but the worst thing I ever done - I mixed a pot of fake puke at home and then I went to this movie theater, hid the puke in my jacket, climbed up to the balcony and then, t-t-then, I made a noise like this: hua-hua-hua-huaaaaaaa - and then I dumped it over the side, all over the people in the audience. And then, this was horrible, all the people started getting sick and throwing up all over each other. I never felt so bad in my entire life.
When You Need To Come Out[rebelmouse-image 18345886 is_animated_gif=
That I'm gay
Burying The Pain Is Never Good[rebelmouse-image 18345887 is_animated_gif=
Lots of people know this, but they don't know how bad it was.
After my wife passed away, the day after we removed the life support I went into work as if nothing had happened and I was OK, because I needed the normalcy. No-one knew what had happened and why I was out for a week until an intern found me still in the conference room staring at nothing a half hour after the meeting ended.
I tried to shut away the world. I moved in with my brother. My mother had come to stay and she looked after the kids while I only left my duvet fortress to relieve myself. My kids joined me there every evening while we watched cartoons.
But the part that is a secret that only my priest knows is that I forgot my daughter's birthday. She died a month or so before my oldest's birthday, I didn't even know it was that day until the priest showed up with a video game console someone had donated to the church. It was planned to be given to a needy family for Christmas, but he had decided my family needed it now. He gave it to me to give to her. I did and she thinks that I pulled myself out of my grief and got her a birthday present. But I didn't do anything.
That f-cking console was the kick in the arse that I needed to step up and put aside my own pain to be there for my daughters.
Sorry for the ramble.
HUMANitarian[rebelmouse-image 18345888 is_animated_gif=
I spent a week smuggling children back into India who had been stolen and sold into Pakistan as slaves.
Got them placed in orphanages and with organizations to help them. I did it anonymously but was hunted for a bit.
Sometimes I wonder if I still am.