20 People From This Online Group Exposed The Surprising Skeletons In Their Closet
We all have moments where we feel alone in our experiences. It feels like no one else will understand us or has possibly gone through a similar thing., which can lead to you feeling like you have to hide this part of yourself from your friends or your family. The tendency to want to protect oneself from society at large is only natural. But when people were asked under the veil of internet anonymity, “What’s a secret that would change how the people around you look at you if they knew?”, they responded, with their deepest and darkest secrets heretofore untold.
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My sense of smell is off the charts. I can usually tell if someone showers in the morning or at night by the way their hair smells. If someone ate a yogurt in an auditorium hours prior but threw out the container in the trash and I walk in on the other side of the room I can smell the yogurt. My memory is also sense-driven. I remember people by their voices or scent, not their faces, or if there is something different about them (odd gait, odd body proportions, etc). My touch memory is also weird. Did I lock the front door? I focus on my hand and go through what my hand has felt in the past 20 minutes and if the feeling of locking the door is there I’m good. I’m literally a freak and if people knew how much of their behavior/body-oddities/scent I actually have no choice but to remember, everyone would look at me like I’m a monster.
What I’ve been through in the past, and what I continue to go through (because of my “broken brain” due to all that). I make a deliberate choice each day to choose love and connection, as cheesy as that sounds. I don’t want anyone to ever feel as alone and unwanted as I do. I’ve gotten a reputation as “the sweet innocent one” and I come off as a bit naïve, it really shocks people if they learn about my past. It’s like no, my kindness is a choice. I can’t change what happened but I can change what happens now, and what happens to others. Break the cycle, everyone!
I have a very hard time liking/growing fond of people, even after knowing them for years. I could just drop all contact with them and not miss them at all. Was like this even as a child, all the way to now…
I am married, I own my house (half-half with my wife) have 3 kids and I have a steady job. I have no clue how i got there, and i have no clue what I am supposed to do 90% of the time
I don’t give a damn about anything or anyone at this point. Life feels like a game, and I’m just a spectator until this body fails. Any connections I form, I have no intention of nurturing. The human experience is so shallow compared to the universe at large that I can’t shake the perspective that none of the tears, suffering, or smiles matter at all. They’re a flourishing of energy that’ll at some point be done flourishing.
I don’t understand how people get so *invested* in life like any of this show is of any importance at all.
I enjoy a pretty sunset, or a laugh with ithers, but I’m not convinced any of it makes the game worth the candle.
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My intrusive thoughts. Holy s**t sometimes i surprise myself on how gnarly i think in just a second.
People think that I’m a good listener, and that just makes them say things to me that they really shouldn’t. I’m only listening because I don’t want to be rude, not because I care. Don’t tell me your family secrets, please.
I’m a Christian (thus isn’t the secret. I hope.) and am disgusted by a lot of things that fellow Christians do in the name of Christ. My spouse and I have a hard time going to church. Trump supporting, covid deniers, anti masking.
Yet hosting a vaccine clinic in the early days of mass vaccination roll outs as a service to the community and I’m sure to show Christ’s love.
The actual things ive been paid ludicrous amounts of money to do as a highclass escort in Dubai.
I was an abusive boyfriend, I still can’t forgive myself for it
..My parents had me chemically castrated as a pre-pubescent kid?
..not really a secret though, turns out pretty much everyone around me knew way before I did…
A few years ago, I went to the zoo during their Halloween celebration month where costumes were allowed. I dressed up as a zoo keeper. I told people that the penguins were animatronic. That when the giraffes get sick we feed them to the lions. I told a group of children that scientifically speaking, snakes and apples are cousins.
I didn’t graduate high school. I was getting out of an abusive relationship my senior year, getting stalked, and was super depressed and ended up dropping out.
I got my GED at 20, and am now an engineering major at my university. But I’ve never told my friends or boyfriend that i didn’t graduate, and i even lie on job applications.
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Our house was the first one on our street to be built. My husband and I [made love] in every single house on our street while they were under construction. I imagine our neighbors would look at us differently if they know we’d f****d in their house before they even had a chance to.
I get more of a rush out of training my dog than any experience I’ve shared with humans. Dogs just feel more intense and genuine. when you look at them you know they are there, present, with you. There’s only a handful of people I can say have ever even come close to that level of understanding and none of them managed to achieve it without words the way the dogs I’ve worked with can.
I’m a janitor. But I’m worth over a million dollars because I own real estate.
I am under the constant and irrational assumption that everyone knows something that I don’t. I fully understand that it is unwarranted and I’m being paranoid, but the mental blockade it has created means that it’s really hard for me to trust people.
Think of it as constantly worrying that everyone has a snake in their pocket, and it’s only until you know for sure they do/don’t that you’ll be fine.
All of my friends and family are Jehovahs witnesses, they think I am but I plan to leave. 85% of them will shun me when I leave.
I am an absolute horny mess right now…perimenopause is turning me into someone even I don’t recognize ?
Sometimes I crave attention from other people , like an attention hoe level