This can be something no one knows about you or it can be something you have done that you would be mortified if someone else found out about.
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I've hidden my cancer from work for over a year..... (Small company, pretty loyal to them, cause after being made redundant at 50 and starting in a totally new industry, I'm pretty grateful to them despite the bullying!).... Now I have to tell them before the end of Christmas holidays whether I'll be back or not..... Merry fkn X mas, not!!!
You have cancer? I'm so sorry... I didn't know this (must have missed it in case you ever mentioned it on BP). I'm so shocked right now I can't express this any better, just want you to know that I'm thinking of you and am so sorry for you. Edit: and I'm also sorry about the additional pressure you're facing for having to decide what to say at work, on top of what you're already dealing with.
that I’m hiding in ur closet…
just read the name lol then ull understand
I lied on the stand for my dirt bag now ex-husband during his bench trial for breaking n entering, aggravated sexual assault and rape charges.
This all came down on me 2 days before our wedding. We had just bought a house the month before and the previous owners left behind furniture and boxes. In the basement and attic. He had his own boxes and I had mine. We had no idea what was in the boxes that came with the house. So Thursday before the wedding the police came to pick him up for making obscene phone calls. In reality they just wanted a current photo of him. Friday BTW we had just finished the rehearsal and we’re back in the house for a little party. Beautiful summer day and the door was open so friends could enter. The next thing I know is that I have a police officer standing in my dining room with his gun pointing straight at me. They took him away and searched the house. On a warrant listing 27 items they took out 256. They were holding him on a $300,000 bond. The house was trashed and it took them over 4 hours to search a 970 square foot house. Police everywhere. Now it’s Saturday. My father gets $30,000 out of thin air and bonds him out. We proceeded to get ready for the wedding. The house was in a shambles, they even unpacked my wedding dress. Sunday we get married. I had been with him for over 2 1/2 years and told myself that this must be some horrible mistake. We had to get the courts permission to go on the honeymoon. On that trip he decided to start confessing things to me. When we got back my life became a nightmare of criminal felony court and chemotherapy. Did I forget to mention that I had cancer? 24 years old, surgery, low dose chemo for 3 months, the go in later to put the implant in and find another tumor. I elected to have radiation treatments because I wanted hair for my wedding. You do recall that part of my confession. After the radiation and this absolutely horrible experience came with the heavy chemo and the wigs. So it’s criminal felony court and chemo that took over my life. Why did I stay with him till the bitter end? I was about $15,000 of my own money into this with the lawyers, no money from his side, and my parents had poured more money into this so I had to see it through. That and all of the medication that I was on. So in the end I was out $28,000. We got the bail money back and I started to pay back my parents. When my money ran out during the work up for the trial I remember one of the lawyers driving me to my parents house from his office so I could get more money. So in the end I’m still alive over 20 years out, he was found guilty and sent off with 25 years. He did our divorce from prison. If you have to get divorced I highly recommend this style. Very easy. It’s called you are in prison and everything is mine.
I am so so sorry ❤ I hope you're doing much better now and please know that we pandas have your back and are here for you (most of us, at least) *hugs*
When I sit in creative writing classes and listen to classmates' writing-- no matter how much people praise my writing, I feel like a fraud in a class of people far more talented (or more full of s**t) than I.
That I’m A Biromantic Asexual, (non-binary, bisexual, and asexual,)
Okay, if you're looking for a book suggestion (which you may not be lol, I'm just way too bookish not to say this), Ophelia Ever After?? It's a Young Adult book, and SUPER GOOD!! There is a biromantic ace in it, and I literally screamed when I read that part; he was the first asexual I'd ever read about (I'm aroace).
I have horrible anxiety and I’m pretty sure minor depression. It hurts to try and be joyful and while I can be- it’s sometimes difficult. And classes suck because everyone wants my help and I’m the ‘go-to’ person
Oh! And I have a major crush on someone in my bio class- he may also be one of my friends 😬🫣🤭 and I told the wrong people
I wouldn't want anyone to find out how I lived the couple of years after ending my long term relationship in 2018. How bad I hurt myself. And how serious some of my symptoms really are, the maladaptive daydreaming, hyperfixation, and obsessing.
I have pretty bad anxiety and am super insecure. I’m that one loud and obnoxious friend, I’m pretty average but am best friends with a guy magnet. Sometimes I want to talk to people about it but I can’t. My family basically doesn’t believe in mental illnesses so I can’t talk to them, my friends have so much worse c**p then me so I don’t feel like I can talk to them. I just suck it up and pretend I’m fine. I go to sleep later than 2am every night and don’t really cry anymore
About a year and a half ago, I developed symptoms similar to turrets syndrome. At first it was just my head jerking to the side violently and sometimes my neck would make this awful snapping sound. My mom though I was having seizures, so we had two E.E.G.'s both came back negative.
So then my neurologist said it was my meds. I've been taking a certain medication for and for almost 10 years. So I'm being passed from med management to Neuro back and forth.
Then about six months ago, I started making noises that had no meaning to them and jerking my arms and/or legs. They weren't words really. Mostly it was a doorbell type sound. Then about a month ago, I started making slightly more complicated noises. Something similar to droid noises in star wars or clucking. But sometimes I will hit myself in the leg or arm two or three times really fast then stop.
Then I went to see my neurologist again for what feels like the billionth time, only to be told to raise a medication that med management lowered to keep my prolactin level from going wacko. (And if I remember right that is a hormone I shouldn't be producing unless I'm pregnant, which I'm not. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.) He also said to cut back on caffeine and take all electronic devices out of my room. He got all that from "Do you have electronic devices in your room?" I'm only allowed to have one can/bottle a day. And normally I don't have it every day. I have a bottle every Sunday because I'm 15 and teach five to seven kids between 3 yrs to 5th grade. And then help my mom teach her class after my class is over.
Also it's getting harder to hide my ticks from my students and I don't want them to be scared or worried. Most of them come from a home where fighting and hitting is the norm. And I don't want to think I'm going to hit them. I haven't hit anybody else yet thankfully.
that me and my gf r engaged
That I’m depressed and have no idea who I am anymore
I am incredibly emotional person and wear my heart on my sleeve. And yet I struggle with apathy.
My friends know that I have used apathy as a defense mechanism during covid when I was separated from the ones I love the most, but I haven't told anyone that recently, I force myself to feel something because I am scared of the moment I can't feel a thing.
I've gotten to a point where my school community helps and let's me feel that I have a purpose, but being home for the holidays all the time has let me slip a bit.
that I’m in love with my guy bff….
and chat noir…(everyone knows that )
It's weird, there have been a few posts about telling your secret but no one replied. This one is phrased a bit differently and it did get replies.
It's weird, there have been a few posts about telling your secret but no one replied. This one is phrased a bit differently and it did get replies.
