*** Anonymous Confessions Thread v6 ***

If you are #131, contact me via trust.

You may feel guilty but suicide isn't the "strong" thing to do. Anyway, if you want to get anything off your chest or want to discuss it, the offer is there :)
 
Evangelion said:
I'm just going to say what everyone's thinking...

SCORZA.

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It's not Scorza, because "family and friends think he's attending PTSD meetings", obviously to be affected by PTSD one would actually have to serve the country on one of the fronts and Scorza doesn't come across as someone compliant and disciplined enough to be in the army in the first place, let alone in active duty.

In fact it's super unusual for someone who served in a war to develop nazi sympathies, unless of course we are reading the story wrong and the poster is currently an under cover officer infiltrating local branches of the movement...
 
v0n said:
It's not Scorza, because "family and friends think he's attending PTSD meetings", obviously to be affected by PTSD one would actually have to serve the country on one of the fronts and Scorza doesn't come across as someone compliant and disciplined enough to be in the army in the first place, let alone in active duty.

In fact it's super unusual for someone who served in a war to develop nazi sympathies, unless of course we are reading the story wrong and the poster is currently an under cover officer infiltrating local branches of the movement...
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Might be internet PTSD which is apparantly a thing these days :confused:.
 
Isn't medical discussion ie depression and post #131 against the rules? I fully understand the need to get something like that off my chest but if suicide should occur and OCUK haven't reported anything to the authorities its a bit of a moral conundrum.

I have no thoughts either way, just interested :p

Enjoying the thread!
 
#131

...mate :(

Talk to somone properly, you can't keep stuff like that bottled up.


[FnG]magnolia;30005499 said:
I once spent the night in a man's house without his knowledge. I was supposed to be staying at a mate's place in Rosetta but found myself on the wrong side of Hobart late at night, after public transport had stopped. Fortunately I was not drunk or high, so I still had my wits about me.

Another mate took me back to a house in Lindesfarne, where he rented a room. He told me that the owner would not allow guests, but since I was desperate he smuggled me in on the condition that I left as early as possible on the following day. I sneaked into a bedroom, and slept on a trundle bed. It was just a single mattress with no sheets, but after searching a wardrobe I found a thin blanket to cover myself. I used my jacket as a pillow. This was a Tasmanian winter. Polished concrete floor, no carpet, single glazed windows. Yes, I was cold.

I woke at 6:30am and changed into a spare set of clothes I'd brought with me. The owner of the house was listening to the radio but hadn't left his bedroom yet. My friend got up about 30 minutes later and made plenty of noise making his way to the bathroom for a shower. I used this distraction to tiptoe past the owner's bedroom and make my way to the front door. I fumbled with the latch for what seemed like an eternity, and eventually got it open.

I crept down the front path to the garage, where I concealed my original set of clothes beneath a stack of firewood. I walked to a local mall and hung out for a couple of hours, then eventually made my way back to the house and pretended I had only just arrived via public transport. The owner (who didn't suspect a thing) greeted me warmly and insisted on serving me a hot breakfast. Later I retrieved my clothes from the firewood pile, and took a bus home.

I have never felt guilty about this. It was great fun, and I would do it again! ^_^
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ooo...you rebel!
 
[FnG]magnolia;30005521 said:
Back in the mid 90s I was engaged to my long term girlfriend. We had been together since high school and were one of those couples that never had any drama or arguments, we just got along. I had stayed over at her place one evening as her parents were away on holiday. The next day she was driving me home and was taking the pee because I got pretty drunk the night before and had been feeling rough. To get back at her I leaned over towards her and pretended I was about to throw up in her lap. She panicked, swerved the car violently and lost control. The car hit the barriers on the left, rolled over them and bounced down a large embankment and came to rest upside in a ditch next to a field. We were both pretty badly hurt and hanging upside down in the seatbelts barely conscious. I looked across at her, her face covered in blood and barely recognisable. She was mumbling incoherently, her breathing was laboured and sounded obstructed. I was the same, barely able to move, nothing was working or making sense, it was like the confusion from being extremely drunk. I was trying to talk to her but have no idea if I was even saying words. All the time we were hanging there the song No Rain by Blind Melon was playing on repeat – it was kind of our song. As the confusion continued I realised that she’d stopped mumbling, and her breathing was slowing and sounding more laboured. Not long after I realise that I can’t hear her breathing at all.

The next thing I know I’m waking up in hospital surrounded by my family. She was pronounced dead at the scene and my family were told to expect the worst for me. I made a full recovery and to this day nobody knows I caused the accident or that I’ve spent the last 20 years wishing I had the courage to take my own life.

I still can't listen to that song without breaking down.
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IF true, not cool at all man :(
 
v0n said:
obviously to be affected by PTSD one would actually have to serve the country on one of the fronts
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That's not true, PTSD can develop in anyone who's suffered a traumatic experience.

and Scorza doesn't come across as someone compliant and disciplined enough to be in the army in the first place, let alone in active duty.
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That's definitely true.

:D
 
[FnG]magnolia;30005527 said:
I've been with my girlfriend for close to 10 years and met and got together when we were in 6th form so both 16 years of age. This is the story of my introduction to sex, jumping straight in at the deep end.

Anyways the first couple of weeks went as you would usually expect of two nervous teenagers who didn't know what the hell to do with each other, holding hands and so forth and generally just being awkward, anyway week three rolls around and my girlfriend invites me to a house party one of her friends are having. Being new to the area and new to the school I think great. Was about 8 of us in total going and all was great.

Anyways I go to the party and I'm having fun and we are all getting pretty drunk. As things progress drunk horny teenagers start doing what drunk horny teenagers will do and start making out with each other. Nothing too serious until 1 of the girls walks past grabs my hand and forces it down her top. I panic as it is in full view of my new gf and think oh ****.

Instead of going ape, my girlfriend just laughs and then encourages me to put my other hand down. That was the point I realised things may get interesting with this group.

Anyway time goes on and the house party's are a regular occurrence happening about once a month and getting increasingly seditious. I and my gf lost our virginity together properly in the hosts parents bed.

Eventually this effectively became full fledged orgys with everyone getting with everyone else and my girlfriend especially enjoying having "fun" with the other girls. Suffice to say us boys really enjoyed watching.

The hosts parents worked away a lot hence why we got to do this fairly regularly. Anyway one particular night we were all having our way with each other when we hear a knock on the door. We all scramble to get ready and in walks the hosts mum who had come home a night early. It must have been pretty obvious what was going on but we thought we had gotten away with it. That is until the mum blurts out "why could I hear girl noises". Suffice to say we all walked home feeling pretty shameful that night and could never look at our friends mum again.

This went on for the full two years of 6th form until we all moved away for uni etc. We are mostly all still best friends and meet up every few months though separately and not all together. Nothing happens now though and it's just a normal non sexual relationship between us all bar me and my gf. The thing is,as deviant as it was it was some of the most fun I've had in my life. Sadly my gf isn't into trying it with anyone else, although me and my girlfriend have a good sex life I do sometimes wish for those days back.

Anyways pretty extreme entry into sex to a fairly standard & ordinary, albeit good sex life now. Guess I feel I peaked too early. Anyways no one outside our group and our friends mum knows about it though a few rumours went around school. Though those rumours were a lot more innocent than what we actually got up to such as "I heard your girlfriend made out with another girl". Of course we would always deny it. Funny as most people looked at us with awe or curiosity rather than disgust. Anyways that's my tale and god what I'd do to go back to those days.





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Haha, my fiancé and I had a similar start at uni (not full blown sex with the other friends, but lots of licking of nipples and making out with each other and the like. So I can sympathise a bit as those days are long gone!
 
#131 - brutal if true and you seriously need to speak to someone about that and try to come to terms with it all.

If it's not true and made up for this thread - you are a sick and disgusting individual.
 

1. I got my nuisance neighbour (constant loud music, fights ...) evicted by the landlord. Thing is, he was also my boss and when he confided in me that he was getting thrown out, I redirected the blame to the other neighbour who got a lot of abuse for it.

2. While my sister had a group of friends over for a sleepover, they left their overnight bags in the hallway, I decided it would be a great idea to live stream myself rubbing their toothbrushes in inappropriate areas of my body (front and back) just for a laugh. I have done it many times since....

3. On a long holiday(before tablets, easy internet) I became so horny, I actually fapped over a female horse outside the window...

4. I lost my virginity to a giant 4" teddy bear which often left telltale piles of stuffing on the carpet. My mum thought it was the cat that played with it.
 

5 years ago I ended up in a relationship with someone who'd been a friend for many years.

it was great, the sex was amazing and we really connected. Over the last 5 years we have learnt a lot about each other. One thing I have learnt about myself is that I have been suffering from depression for many years. I grew up in a very violent household where my mother was an awful alcoholic and my dad who is the most placid person would be wound up to the point where he would hit my mum. To help with this I have been going to a psychiatrist to try and come to terms with what went on and how I should deal with things.. I drink on a daily basis to deal with things, I know this isn't the right thing to do.

What I learnt about my other half is that she is bi-polar and has tried to kill herself a few times, once while with me.

Over the last 2 years we have worked hard to learn to deal with our issues and got to point where we have bought a house together and got engaged. She is the world to me and up until this morning I was the world to her. She got up this morning and has told me she doesn't enjoy her life with me anymore, despite me drinking less and less she says that she can't deal with it anymore. I have been through so much with her, she tells me that I am the reason she has her bi-polar in check more than any time in her life. I understand she has been through bad times with me drinking but there has been progress with that.

If she leaves, I won't be able to afford to keep the house and we are a year away from being able to sell. We both got into dept putting the house together so that will be a disaster also.

I am totally lost. I couldn't face work today ( I work in the City doing a really great job that changes lives, so not a total drop out )

I also woke up with hemorrhoids for the first time in my life, FML.
 
Well the car crash one was a sad story :(

Hang in there fella, it's natural to feel guilty, but you didn't do anything different to the stuff all young chaps get up to. You were just really unlucky.

It might be worth opening up about it to relatives, and her parents, if they're still around. They'd obviously be very upset but, in truth, it doesn't change much for them - they've lost a daughter either way. It would probably help you a lot with the guilt though.
 
[FnG]magnolia;30005502 said:
I've cheated on every single one of my previous 3 partners and my current partner. I've lost count on the amount of ladies I've had sex with in my current relationship. She has no clue and it's turning into a regular thing (once, twice or even 3 times a week, with the same or different women, depends on the week).




Until recently... I got a girl potentially pregnant, a girl I'd been seeing for the past 3 years (she's spanned over 2 of my relationships).




She picks up the results today, I've never been more nervous before. If she is, I'm going to come clean, most likely get what I deserve (loneliness) and hopefully this will finally be enough to stop me sleeping around. As I can't seem to stop my self.




I love my current partner, enough to marry her. Of which, my friends and her keep asking me to, but I simply can't bring my self to do it due to the amount I've cheated on her.
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Man up son and grow some balls.

Do the crime do the time.
 
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