r/confession

Hello. My parents died when I was a baby. My mother died in childbirth. She had complications, and the doctors couldn’t save her. The birth was traumatic, and it left me disabled (I use a cane to walk when the pain in my hip/leg is high). My father couldn’t handle my mother’s death. He became really depressed. He killed himself when I was 3 months old. My maternal grandmother and grandfather raised me. However, my grandmother has constantly blamed me for my mother’s death. She also hated my father, and since I look like him, she hates me too.

Anyway, my parents are buried on my grandparents’ land. My grandfather, before he died, had a mausoleum built for my parents. It’s beautiful. When I get depressed (which is honestly most days ngl), I take my pillow/blanket and sleep inside the mausoleum. I touch my parents death masks and their framed pictures (for when I pray). It feels like they’re really with me, and I can actually touch them. I sometimes talk to them about my life/feelings too. I feel more love from their graves than my own house. It sucks.

My grandmother knows I do this. She punished me for it before. I wish my parents were alive.

8 weeks down the drain and tomorrow I have to start right back at day 1 again.

I love seeing beautiful women naked and buying groceries for them. Sometimes this is sexual and sometimes it’s just sort of an intimacy I am craving that is hard to explain.

There’s like a vulnerability piece to this that is hard to put my finger on. Like the more she needs it the more I like it.

There is something really attractive to me in buying the groceries and seeing the nudity. So far, I have done this only online, but I would love to have it in person although I feel like that will stay a dream.

Here is the part that feels immoral.

If I don’t find the girl attractive, it doesn’t work for me and I’m ashamed of that part. I should just be helping people for the sake of it.

I’ve done this on and off with different women for years but right now I don’t have someone and I know on some level I probably shouldn’t need this, but I do.

Just sort of shouting this into the void. There’s no one in my life I can share it with and I don’t know if I’m looking for advice or what.

This just seems like a dumb post but I don’t have anyone to tell.

I’m 23 F and I have never been in a relationship.

This is for a few reasons.

First is due to the fact that I always thought every guy my age was quite immature, or cared too much about what their friends think.

Second is I struggled with my mental health. I couldn’t possibly imagine bringing him home to my family or parents. I know no good guy would label me with my parents’ behaviour, but it’s the environment I’ve been raised in.

Whenever I feel upset, or sad, or had a terrible and tiring day at work, the one thing I want more than anything is a deep hug from a partner. I don’t want to sound like a pick me, but receiving it from a man just feels a lot more protective.

I can’t talk to my parents about things, and they didn’t hug me as much as my sister so it feels so incredibly weird from both sides. Friends have also been hard in the past few years.

Instead I spend hours on my phone watching shows and dramas of what my life could be like. And I always do this before I go to bed, sometimes up until 3am, wishing someone could hold me. And I watch couple videos on TikTok for hours on end.

And I know he’s not supposed to be my therapist, a relationship goes both ways. We should be together because we both found each other worth being with, not just because we wanted to be in a relationship.

So recently last month I quit my job and decided to take a break from the restaurant industry and although I am starting in a new restaurant next week, probably two jobs, I still want to have an extra income... and I came to the conclusion that I don't have any kind of shame on selling my nude pictures, I have friends that have been doing it and I support them and I know they would support me back especially my best friend AND my boyfriend (love him) but I don't know how to promote myself without posting the nude pics publicly........... like i want the nudes to not be free but post a little bit more provocative for twitter so that i can get more attention from buyers but I don't know hoooowww and even though I just started doing this last week I already have one pic sold and I feel successful but I want to accelerate the process and have men dming me to buy me more.

TW: eating disorders; domestic violence

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Longtime lurker here.

I’ve lied about having an allergy to gluten for 10 years now, and it’s haunting me. Here’s the story:

10 years ago, I was a college student working at a summer camp. We had little autonomy or ability to leave the camp, so most of the meals we were served were either fast food, pizza or junk.

At the time, I was nearing the height of my struggle with orthorexia. If you’re unfamiliar with the term, for me it meant that I ruminated about food quality and severely restricted what types of food I was eating.

My orthorexia was bad. At the time I enrolled in the camp, I’d eat nothing I didn’t make myself, and it had to be vegan, organic and free from any kind of sugar. I would wake up hours before class to meal prep, spend money I didn’t have on supplements or specialty items, and even miss social functions. Breaking my food rules would lead to weeks of even more severe restriction, and not an hour went by that I wasn’t thinking about how to structure my next plate.

I now know that the eating disorder that ruled my life was a response to experiencing domestic abuse. It wasn’t until I left the relationship six years ago that I could even begin to untangle my relationship with food and control.

Anyway, when I got accepted to be a camp counselor, i worried incessantly about what I would eat. It terrified me to lose control over my body for a summer — so I decided I’d say I had a food allergy. They’d have to accommodate me, right? But I didn’t simply tell HR I had a gluten allergy. I told them I had CELIAC DISEASE.

Not only did I lie the whole summer and fall deeper into orthorexia, I met one of my best friends. Once we got close, I feared being honest with her — because if I told her the truth, I thought I should tell the whole camp, and the shame was insurmountable. So I lied.

10 years later, my best friend and I live long-distance. Any time I visit, she has special snacks. At her wedding, the caterer provided special pasta. She’s always incredibly thoughtful and caring, and she’s ensured I always have gluten-free food to eat.

I feel so ashamed of my lie that I’ve continued it all these years, and I fear that if I tell her, I’ll lose the friendship. After all, shes poured time, money and energy — all incredibly valuable resources — in to ensuring I have gluten-free meals. She is a beautiful person that deserves honesty, and the shame makes me feel alienated from her (if she knew the truth, would she even like me?). I don’t know how to go about it, because it sounds absolutely crazy (turns out, eating disorders will make you do all kinds of weird shit 😵‍💫).

Anyway, I’d like to be honest, but I’m working up the courage and am trying to figure out how to do it best. What would you do?

I won't say my background because it doesn't matter, but I get this feeling for two main reasons:

First reason is pretty illogical but my mind views it as, "I'm happy that racists are targeting them and not us. Finally we get a break". This mentality probably drives a lot of racism itself unfortunately. The idea that tearing someone else's group down will make your group appear better.

The second reason makes more sense, but seeing other groups targeted is a comforting reminder that hatred isn't reserved for my group alone. There's a kind of dark solidarity in that.

so i work front desk at this airport hotel and during the interview my manager asked if anyone spoke spanish because apparently half the guests coming through there only speak spanish and they were desperate for bilingual people. i took like 2 years in high school like ten years ago and for some reason instead of saying not really my dumb ass went uh yeah a little because i thought they meant like directions or basic customer service crap. huge mistake. gigantic. immediately i became the spanish guy. first week i was basically just smiling and saying stuff like tarjeta please and desayuno at six and baño over there and honestly most people figured it out themselves anyway. plus people hear a white dude say three spanish words confidently and they act like youre un ambassador or something. then coworkers started hyping me up like omg youre a lifesaver we finally have someone bilingual and i got too awkward to admit i was basically running on Dora the Explorer vocabulary and vibes.

so i just kept nodding along. every shift somebody would drag me over like hey can you help translate and id stand there sweating through my marriott polo saying random broken sentences while praying the guest understood enough english to meet me halfway. sometimes they did. sometimes they looked confused but polite. one guy asked if i was from portugal which honestly shouldve been my sign to stop. but instead i doubled down for EIGHT MONTHS. eight. months. everybody fully believes i speak fluent spanish now. my manager literally introduced me to new hires as our bilingual staff last month and i just stood there like a hostage. then last week this family comes in after their flight got canceled and the whole lobby was already chaos because the shuttle driver called out and somebody clogged the toilet in room 214 with what looked like an entire rotisserie chicken from popeyes i swear to god. little kid screaming grandma pissed off everybody exhausted from airport delays. my manager sees them arguing and immediately goes THANK GOD HES HERE and points at me like i just arrived to negotiate a hostage release. i walk over and instantly realize im cooked because theyre talking FAST fast. like real actual spanish not textbook hola me llamo bullshit. i caught maybe every fourth word. hotel. niño. aeropuerto. no sé. maybe. honestly i dont even remember. i panicked so hard my brain started pulling random italian from duolingo because apparently under stress i become european soup.

i said something like uno momento por favore la habitación esta maybe pronta and the grandma looked at me like i had just spit on the pope. the dad got angry immediately and started saying stuff faster and louder and i just kept nodding and throwing out random words hoping one would land. at one point i accidentally said arrivederci. ARRIVEDERCI. why would i say that. eventually this other guest stepped in and started translating normally and i swear the entire family looked relieved like somebody finally unplugged the malfunctioning robot. turns out they thought i was mocking them on purpose because my spanish sounded insane and honestly fair enough. apparently they filed a complaint saying i was making fun of them. now HR wants me and my manager in early tomorrow morning to clarify concerns regarding guest communication which sounds corporate for youre about to get your ass blasted. the funniest part is my coworkers keep telling me not to worry because im literally the best spanish speaker we have.

brother i dont even know what tense estoy is. i have spent 8 months surviving off confidence and the word gracias. i feel actually sick. like i could have ended this at any point by just admitting hey btw i barely speak spanish but every week that passed made it weirder and now im probably gonna lose my job because i was too socially awkward to say my bad i exaggerated. tbjh part of me is considering just learning spanish overnight before the meeting like some Rocky montage shit but i opened duolingo earlier and got humbled by a cartoon owl asking me where the library is

I have been thinking about this so much lately and I need to get it off my chest.

When I was seven and my brother was about one, I decided it would be funny to put him on the stairs and see what happens.

He went up two steps, then slipped and fell. He wasn’t seriously injured, just enough to cry though.

The worst part is, I actually found it funny it the time, and had to hold back my laughter when my parents started panicking.

Now I feel like a psychopath for possibly putting my brother at risk of serious harm when he was one.

edit: I’m pretty sure nobody in my family remembers this, but I can’t bring myself to telling them about my guilt

My mother gave me up for adoption when I was a baby and I don’t think I’ll ever forgive her for the decision she made.

I don’t know how someone can go through a whole pregnancy and give their baby to complete strangers and not give a fuck what happens to them. It’s selfish and heartless.

I don’t know if my life would have been better if she had kept me but I know I wouldn’t have the abandonment and trust issues that I have. I wouldn’t feel like it’s impossible for people to love me. I wouldn’t have a breakdown on Mother’s Day every year because my biological mother abandoned me and adoptive mother is an alcoholic.

Maybe I’ll get lucky and die from genetically predisposed that I had no clue I had because so other people decided I don’t have a right to know my family medical history.

I’m sick of pretending that I am not hurt by being abandoned.

What happened there was one cup of tea and a plate There was a box. My father tried to take the box from my mother and he spilled tue tea on the plate. Now what he did as usual was started blaming my mother and showed his elbow to hit her but didn't hit.It was quite disturbing. I called mother and asked her that why u came into my room with this man

Then that incident kept revolving around my mind

My father was busy blaming my mother and they were fighting. I went to him and held his arm to repeat and portray what he did but he kept blaming my mother and even tried to hit her again. So I just started hitting my father and then as he can't hit me, he hit my mother and then I hit him again and then he hit her again now I hit him so much that my hand is blue like there is no strength and my mother was like why did u come here that wasn't so big issue that u made out if it. Yes, I told her that why didn't you die if you couldn't go back to your parents' house.

Day before yesterday this man started shouting for no reason and I held his mouth to stop the verbal abuse.

He was diagnosed with depression before getting married and even after marriage he was in depression for many years. I don't know why has he started showing those elbows. He used to verbally abuse not physically. Blame shifting has been a part of his identity and tolerating bullshit has been a part of my mother's identity. Showing the people outside that they are a happy couple gives them satisfaction.

Idk maybe I am turning to a monster. But this house is no longer a place to live. I have my savings but I was saving money for something else. But I think it's high time to move out otherwise I will never be able to heal. Fuck the salary, work from home and fuck the job. I will keep on doing it till I get a good one. 

I just despise both of them. You people gave me a roof, good education, clothes and freedom to do whatever I want to pursue in career but I can't tolerate this and these are illiterates. This is one of the biggest reasons I don't wanna marry.

Everything will be normal in a day or two and then after two or three days or max a week they will start the bullshit again. It's very easy to say put your headphones when they are fighting. But when you hear the noises you will run to see wtf is happening and you will feel like take the knives and kill each other forever. Their fights have been disturbing me from a long time. Those exact scenes make me cry under a blanket. 2025 was the breaking point and I cried in front of them but they didn't stop and they will never. This is the 3rd continous night of the migraine today but who cares. I puked thrice day before yesterday due to migraine but who cares. Then they say why are u letting it impact you. Really!! I want my body to get sick. Then they say they love you. Love and care are different. Both of them are bloody toxic and the moment I start loving myself a bit and start enjoying my company they ruin it. My nervous system is ruined - I have been experiencing electric zaps. They work very hard to feed their children but what about love, respect, being real.

A little context, my husband is very tall, and (I think) good looking. White man, very nice blue eyes. Score, right? Well, his life has, without a doubt, been easier because of his tall, attractive, white man privilege, and he knows it.

Of course I don't think about it all the time, but sometimes I'm like "do you really have to succeed all the time without really trying?" It's pretty annoying sometimes, since the rest of us aren't necessarily handed opportunities.

Flash forward, we have a young son. He is, and I can say this objectively, an exceptionally good looking kid, and super tall for his age. He's also extrememly outgoing. We've just begun consciously refraining from fawning over how cute he is, because I don't want that to be where his self worth comes from, but he still gets a lot of comments like that.

Sometimes I think about his future and this kid is going to have it made. Handsome, tall, white, and confident. How can you instill a child with grit and humility if they're privileged like that? I know it's an EXTREMELY "first world" concern to have, but I don't want my son to be just another entitled white man.

wow this post has stirred up some intense feelings in people. Mostly feelings about me obviously being some toxic, scum of the Earth partner and mother. Very interesting that people would see the words "annoying sometimes" and assume I must be wild with hate and jealousy, or that I'm utterly ashamed of who I am (white) and that I am ruining my son's life with my toxic parenting!

I think it's OK to recognize an aspect of white male privilege in my husband that is not necessarily flattering, and to not want that inherited by my son. I want him to be a good person, and to have to work for his achievements. That's how you develop character and grit.

What's more is not one of you people know anything more about me than this one anonymous confession, which is, by definition, something that is secret because it's shameful. So yeah, call me a monster if it makes you feel better I guess? I'm a good mother and partner (my husband thinks so too), so other than being taken aback by the wild, presumptuous shit people will say to strangers on the internet, I genuinely do not gaf.

I've been thinking about this guy every day for years, even though we were never friends. We hardly knew each other. It's been years since I last saw him, and we haven't been in touch in years.

Whenever I come across his girlfriend on social media, I find myself obsessively checking her profile every single day for years now. I often feel upset and compare myself to his girlfriend, even though I don’t know her at all. I can't help but compare my appearance to hers, which makes me upset. I often wish I could be her, look like her, and have her personality.

A few weeks ago I was with a group of friends and several people began to make fun of a friend who was not present quite loudly.

Honestly, I didn't participate much, but I didn't defend her either.

Days later she asked me directly if anyone had said anything about her because she noticed strange attitudes.

And I lied to his face saying no, I was probably imagining things.

The truth is that I didn't want to get into drama or look bad with the group.

But I honestly feel horrible because she trusted me and I preferred to protect my comfort rather than tell her the truth.

I spent months sending the same resume everywhere. Got maybe a 2-3% response rate and couldn't figure out why.

Then I started actually reading job descriptions carefully and rewriting my resume for each one — same experience, different framing, different keywords, different bullet emphasis.

Response rate went from 2-3% to closer to 15-20%.

The thing nobody tells you is that ATS systems score your resume against the specific job description. A generic resume scores maybe 30-40%. A tailored one scores 70-80%. That score determines whether you even reach a human.

Three things that actually moved the needle:

1. Rewriting my summary for every application — takes 5 minutes, makes your resume feel like it was written for that specific role
2. Mirroring the job description's exact language — if they say "cross-functional collaboration" use that phrase, not "worked with different teams"
3. Moving my most relevant experience to the top — ATS weights position, not just content

Anyone else notice a difference when they started tailoring? Curious if this resonates or if it's just my experience.

Now she has confessed her first child is mine and it’s blown a shittt hole trew all family roof

Small update we’re going on a dinner exwife me and her sister tonight

I'm 27m working mail sorting job in some small logistics place in central europe nothing special just scanning envelopes stacking boxes same people every morning same tired eyes same vibe like everyone is just slowly running out of battery and no one says it out loud. about 3 years ago i found this one envelope that got stuck under a machine panel like it just slipped into some blind spot and stayed there for who knows how long it had this handwritten address old ink kinda smudged but still readable and it was like going to some family in a nearby town and it already had those return to sender stamps layered like multiple tries like the system just kept spitting it back. i dont even know why i opened it i was just bored on break i guess curiosity or whatever and inside was a letter from a soldier who had died overseas and it wasnt even like dramatic it was just.. calm in a weird way like he kinda knew he wasnt coming back he was talking about his sister apologizing for old fights saying he would write again when he got home even tho obviously he never would. there was also this archive slip note saying it had been delayed rerouted stuck in system for years and still marked urgent family delivery and that part just stuck in my head like why is that even still moving around after everything. i didn't send it. i told myself it was too late anyway like what would it even do at that point just reopen grief for people who probably already moved on or learned to live without it and i convinced myself leaving it was actually the kinder option like letting it fade quietly in system instead of dropping it on someone years later.

si i put it i n this drawer at work where lost stuff goes before they destroy it and i kind of just.. moved on i guess. then i quit that job months later but that thing never really left my head like sometimes i picture this sister sitting there waiting for something that never comes or maybe she stopped waiting long ago and never even knew it existed so then i think maybe i saved her from pain or maybe i robbed her of the last piece of him and both thoughts feel equally true at 2am. last year i even went back to try find it in archives and it was gone completely like it never existed which somehow made it worse because now there is no answer no closure no proof of anything just me stuck with the maybe. and idk man i never told anyone because it sounds so small when you say it out loud like just a lost letter whatever but inside my head it feels huge like a fork in the road i didnt even realize i was standing at. sometimes i still think about it and i cant tell if i protected someone or just quietly took away their goodbye and i hate that i will never actually know which one it was

À l'école on a fait un examen blanc, c'était le deuxième auquel je n'ai pas été admise contrairement au premier, au moment de la montée des couleurs c'est à dire les drapeaux il m'avait appercu entrain de parler avec une camarade et on parlait de notre fascicule d'svt , de loin il m'a fait signe que je parlais trop ensuite en classe quelques minutes avant qu'il s'en aille une fille de ma classe m'a appelé et me parlait comme il n'était pas encore en classe et là il rentre puis me dit toi tu ne fais que parler , tu n'as aucun sens du patriotisme même à la montée des couleurs tu parlais , je suis sûr que tu es au troisième groupe c'est à dire ceux qui n'ont pas été admis à l'examen, ça m'a énormément blessé même si il l'a dit à plusieurs personnes mais à moi ça m'a fait vraiment mal et ça a complètement gâché ma journée aujourd'hui.

| live in Australia and am currently studying. I have come here to tell you something which I did not tell anyone. It is about 2023 when I started talking to a girl and that girl studied with me till 10th standard. I liked her a little in school itself, so I started talking to her. I got so engrossed in talking to her everyday that I stopped going to my work. I just kept waiting for her message and even before that, I used to leave work by making excuses sometimes. Because of not going to work I did not pay my college fees also so my course got over and I had to pay the fees.

Then I started taking more and more leave from work. I got so addicted to my comfort zone that I started taking leave for one week at a time and at work I gave the reason for leave that I have chest problem. So now I had to pay my fees and also I needed money to get my visa extended so I called my people in India that I need money. I lied to them that i am sick and i need money my father somehow arranged the money. I am still ashamed that I had lied to my family but now everything is fine, I got a good job where I go regularly. I returned the money too and the girl I used to talk to is now in a relationship with me. She is good caring and we are planning to get married next year. So this was the thing which I still feel ashamed thinking about.

Sorry if anything is wrong in my English

I’m posting here thinking it might find it’s way to them, I don’t feel it’s right for me to text them after all this time but here it is. I am 19f and trans, when I was 13 I met the greatest person I have ever had in my life. We were together for 2 1/2 years before I started to experience heavy depression and suicidal thoughts, I left the relationship at this time feeling that it was taking a toll on the health of the relationship at the time. I refused to date again until a bit over a year later when we found our way back to each other. we dated for another 6 months but again I ran away realizing at this time I might be trans. That has always been something I thought about but explored a little bit with them and came to the conclusion I was a woman. I hated this. I hated that I was trans and tried to distance myself from this positive outlet because I didn’t want to admit I was a woman. After this period I started to reject I was queer all together to try and get away from this feeling. I had 2 relationships since both where I was unhappy because I wasn’t myself. It‘s been 2 years since we last spoke to each other and I hope you have moved on and are happy now but you and all the positive effects you have had on me have lived in my mind everyday. I still drink pink monster for the same stupid reason and I‘m always hoping you will call so I can tell you, I am trans. Through lots of therapy I finally accept this is who I am and since February 16th (ironic) I have been taking estrogen. I finally am accepting the part of me you worked so hard to get me to love and I probably wouldn’t be here without you. Thank you for everything Kat, I hope you are proud of me.