You don't get to choose the family you were born into — you're stuck with the one you have. While this usually includes a fair share of blissful highs, devastating lows, and plenty of mundane in-betweens, that’s not all there is. See, every family has a skeleton or two lurking around in their closets. Often filled with murkier waters, concealed in the nooks and crannies, and kept under lock and key out of fear that they might accidentally get uncovered.
But nothing can remain hidden forever. And if you thought you and your family had some dark mysteries that can never be shared, these startling, scary, and disturbing tales compiled from this 'Ask Reddit' thread may change your mind. "What is the strangest/creepiest secret your family has?" someone asked and inspired hundreds to shine a light on their family riddles.
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Great-grandmother was apparently a prostitute in Liverpool. I was actually as proud as hell to find this out, as I have nothing but respect for anyone who will do what they have to do to survive and provide for their family. No shame.
My Great Great Great Great Grandfather was busted in England pretending to be an Anglican priest. At the time a marriage was not official if it was not conducted by an Anglican priest, and he'd done ceremonies for quite a swathe of important people. Rather than publicly expose him, thus voiding the marriages he'd presided over, they invented a charge of forging stamps and sentenced him to transportation to the Australian colonies. Thing is, they didn't tell the ship captain or send word to the Governor in Sydney Town that his crime was actually impersonating a priest. When he arrived in Sydney the Governor saw from the ship manifest that there was a preacher on board who had committed a relatively minor crime. They had a lack of priests to minister the colony at the time, so the Governor pardoned him so that he could carry on his ministry, which he did. He started one of the first schools for children of the colony and led rather a worthwhile life from then on (aside from being a fake priest). The school he started still exists. Today it is Sydney Grammar School, one of the country's most elite schools. In their entrance hall they have a giant portrait titled 'Our Glorious Founder'. That's him, my GGGGGF, the dodgy priest.
My mother abused me my whole life and one day I finally couldnt take anymore and told a teacher. CPS was called and as soon as my mom realized what was going on she raced to the police station andtold them that an hour previously I had gone crazy and tried to kill my baby sister so that **I** looked like the crazy one and nothing I said would be taken seriously. I was removed from the school in handcuffs and immediately taken to the county courthouse where I had to face my mother in a trial. I chose not to testify because I knew it wouldn't help, but in the end the judge realized that She was crazy and I wasn't. I had the choice between being put in a psychiatric hospital for teens or going home, so I chose the loony bin. Five days later my aunt came from another state and adopted me. My family doesn't talk about it and to this day my mother maintains that I was a horrible child and I was "sent away" for my "own good" and that she is so happy I am better now.
This'll probably never be seen here, but I think it's funny so here goes:
My uncle Rawhide (yes, that's his name; no, we don't interact with him at all) once tried to mug some dude back in the day. The guy didn't have any cash, but he said he'd cut a check if he was given a name. Rawhide was stupid enough to fall for it, and the police apprehended him shortly thereafter.
I just found out that my grandparents wanted more kids but were having trouble getting pregnant for a second time. They adopted a toddler aged brother and sister when my mother was was 7. Soon after, my grandmother got pregnant, the girl died from a *very* mysterious fall down the stairs and the boy was quietly given to another family. They never, ever spoke of either child from that day forward. I thought she was pulling my leg but a quick search turned up the girls death record.
I was never close to that grandmother and can't help but think back to every weird aspect of that women and all the strange relationships she had with her family.
Condensed version: My parents abused me often. I told some friends about it, and child protective services were called multiple times. My mom convinced me to help her stage a dramatically emotional meeting between me, her, and my middle school guidance counselor, during which I confessed that I made it all up for attention. I made the same “confession” to all of the friends that I told, and was quickly alienated. This all happened under the pretense that it was my fault for telling them, and that I was “destroying the family” if I didn’t cooperate. Now there are at least dozens of people who remember me as a bratty, twisted attention whore.
You are worth goodness and love. You are NOT what your parents did to you. Take care of yourself and the hell with anyone who thinks badly.
A great Uncle of mine passed away when I was a little boy. The family met at his house after the funeral to start packing things up and all as he had no children and his wife died many years before him.
My great uncle was a highly respected member of his small town. He was a banker of some sorts, deacon in the church, all of those things that made him a good person.
Well tucked away in the attic, not covered by any dust mind you, was a large wooden trunk. Inside this trunk were the purple robes of a KKK Grand Dragon, various member listings, meeting notes and all other sorts of things related to the KKK. Turns out that my great uncle was a very active although very much secretive member of the regional chapter of the KKK.
Match made in hell, which is where people who do horrible things in the name of God should go.
Load More Replies...There is weird family lore about my Grandpa. He started smoking when he was 5, drilling wells when he was 10 and was kicked out of the KKK for being too full of hate. These facts were often recited with pride and awe. I was always confused by the stories they told about him but mostly by how they were delivered.
I'd keep those juicy and without a doubt very damning documents. No rest for the wicked.
My great-grandfather was also. It was during the depression and any child born with black hair was abused or given to the state.
Yep, KKK members are proud to represent themselves as outstanding citizens.
An uncle i've never met (mom's brother) killed my mom's parents when he was sixteen in a fit of rage, and burnt down their home in an attempt to cover it up. I've never met him, as he has been in jail on a life sentence since before I was born. I was only informed of his existence, because my dad was black mailing my mom with this.
Half my family lives in VA while the other relatives live in Iowa because back before the civil war a relative we all refer to as 'Uncle Raz' was late for supper and was afraid that his mom would kick his a*s so he took a shortcut through a field.
He got half way through the field when a bull started to chase him so he climbed a tree, and still afraid to be late for dinner he shot the bull dead. He made it home in time for dinner but the next day he ran away to Iowa for fear of the neighbor whos bull he had killed. He started a family there and thats why our family has relatives in Iowa.
My great-grandfather had a 17 year old mistress he put up in an apartment, great-grandmother found out, confronted them at said apartment, shoots and kills 17 year old mistress.
Great-grandfather serves the time in prison for the murder.
weeeee
Sad the girl had to die after being roped into a relationship with an old man.
My great grandfather hit his wife with a fire poker, and slit her throat. He then proceeded to blow his head apart with a shotgun. He sat in a rocking chair and used his cane to push the trigger. All over an argument wither it was to cold for me to walk to a grocery store to get some milk.
I hope that you know that none of this was your fault. That's a heavy load to carry in life but this is all on your great grandfather and NOT you.
My grandmother jumped off a cliff and killed herself after receiving shock therapy to cure her depression. She was staying with us during winter when she went missing. They found her footprints in the snow that led up to the cliff. I found this out when I was 20 years old, from my cousin who was 18 at the time.
My distant ancestor (great (x8) uncle) was a sociopath and a serial killer. His name was Tom Quick and he was an "Indian Slayer" who stalked the Delaware tribe.
He claimed to have killed ninety-nine members of the tribe by the time he died, including an entire unarmed family with two young boys and an infant, which he beat to death with a rock.
It's weird. These days his monument in Pennsylvania had to be removed due to vandals, but when it was erected in 1889, he was considered a hero and a defender of the civilized settlers.
I only know the story from being told when I was really little so the details are sketchy but apparently a cousin accidentally spilled my great-grandmother's ashes into shag carpeting and they had to vacuum her up and emptied the vacuum bag back into the urn with whatever else had already been sucked into the vacuum from previous usage.
My older sister is actually my mother, my father was my mother's (actually grandmother) husband.
They don't think I know.
When my dad was in high-school about 2 years after getting his licence, he was driving home from school, It was a sunny day and the sun was in his eyes, all of a sudden 'thump' he realizes that he has hit a jaywalker, he gets out of the car and realizes that the person he hit was his high-school principle's son, who in the few seconds has passed away.
He wasn't arrested and the principle told him that 'he understood, and not to blame himself because it wasn't his fault'.
My grand-father who was an alcoholic did the one good thing in his life for my dad and that was make him drive that car home, if it wasn't for that I don't think my dad would have driven again.
6 years of therapy later my dad was all right.
We don't talk about it, and no one in my immediate family told me about it, I heard it from my friends mother who went to high-school with him, and confirmed it with my mom.
Driving with my dad now if he's driving by smaller children you can see his hands tremble.
Two of my great uncles 'attempted' to rob a convenience store with water pistols. *le sigh*
My grandparents met in a mental hospital. My grandmother worked there and grandfather was a patient. He was also married at the time, and since he never got a divorce my grandparents weren't legally married.
My uncle molested my sister when she was younger. He was sort of exiled for a few years, but now we talk to him again. Due to eavesdropping and discussions with my parents one-on-one, it seems they never bothered coming to terms emotionally with it, but rather prefer to pretend it never happened. I find it odd to watch them interact with that knowledge in mind.
I have no idea how my family gets its money. While growing up, I would ask my parents (usually my dad) how it worked, since my parents did not work, to which they would respond that we get money from my grandmother. Whenever we would get low on cash (my mom would always be reluctant to ask for more money from my grandma) and we kids complained about being low on money (thus not having much good food at home), my dad would tell us stuff like "we're never actually short on money. we actually have a lot, just not right now" or something in that direction. He had also mentioned stuff about how when we kids are older, we'll all get money that my mom was supposed to inherit.
Last year, when my mom, my sister and I were overseas staying with my grandparents over summer, I was able to find out that my mom had some stocks. I asked her how much they were worth, and simply said she did not know and that my grandmother handles those things. Grandparents are currently paying for my brother's college tuition (I think around $4000 per semester, but I don't know), and will soon be paying for my sister's ($12,000). I asked my brother about it, and he said it was through stocks and that he didn't understand it himself either and to just leave.
So yeah, that's probably the biggest secret and sadly I don't even know it.
This just sounds like they’re living off of some trust fund and are not very good about using it to live within their means.
My uncle is currently serving a lifetime prison sentence for murdering a prostitute with an axe.
My uncle was kidnapped for two years when he was 15. He's never spoken of it to this day.
Also my super uptight, neo-con, evangelical Christian uncle who lives in Nebraska was actually a hippie stoner in the 60's. Oh and his wife is a mail-order bride.
Oh and my aunt's college fiance was murdered by a hitch-hiker.
Wow. No incest or molestation in my story, but here goes.
My mom's brother was depressed after his divorce and tried to commit suicide, so he called my mom and asked her to watch over his kids once he was gone. She instantly figured out what he was going to do, so she called the cops and rushed over to his place. They kicked the door in and saved his life. Once he was conscious and in the hospital, he told my mom that because she interfered, she was never allowed to see his kids again or he'd burn our house down, with all of her kids in it.
Funny thing is we still run into him all over town. He pretends he doesn't know us.
The sad thing is that probably means he’s still in a really bad place. If he’d recovered, he’d be able to see the truth of what she did and why. Unless this is a case of “we don’t talk because of a situation that I am now too embarrassed to admit I got wrong, so we will never talk again”, which is possibly even sadder.
My family thinks my dad is a priest of the Melchizedekan order and will change the way the world does church.
My dad is 600lbs., in chronic pain, is lucky to leave the couch more then once a month, diabetic, and isn't even 50 and has already had a major pulmonary embolism.
They don't tell anyone outside the family because "they won't understand."
They're right. At any rate I don't understand how someone who essentially doesn't make any public appearance (preach etc?) is supposed to affect any major changes in an organization. Is that some kind of closed bubble effect within the group or is it just me?
My brother had his hand bitten off by a seal to avoid going back to army
Not really a strange or creepy secret but my grandpa lent my uncle 180,000 USD in the 90s from my dad's business without my dad's knowing for a start-up that failed miserably.
I recently found this out when my grandpa died and we were forced to actually see my uncle and his family after decades.
I hate that guy. It's not even about the money. He's just a good for nothing piece of s**t alcoholic, leeching off our grandma and what little she still has. F**k him.
I hate family.
I have a uncle like this. He bled his mother dry and now he’s moved on to his sister (my mum). It’s true, it’s not about the money, it’s about how impossible he’s making her feel. My dad reached his limit ages ago, but he’s not going to tell my mum how she can spend their money, even if he was always the breadwinner. It’s weird, she’s sooo good at standing up for anyone else in the world, but herself, not so much. We actually went behind her back and tried to tell him how much it hurts her when he just comes back for more and more. When she spends literally hours, days, weeks, coming up with detailed plans for him to get himself out of debt, and he ignores it all and instead comes up with another “genius” way to make a fortune quickly, which just increases his debt (surprisingly). Doesn’t matter, the cycle continues. It’s like he sees her as a financial safety net until he can become a millionaire, and “then he’ll pay her back”. We all know she’ll never see that money again. A*****e.
My Great Great Great Grandpa was in the Ku Klux Klan and killed three black men in a lynching. We found out through a scrap-booked newspaper clipping which named him as a suspect.
I think that's the worst
Some family from my dad's side was asking if he would take in one of my distant cousins because the cousin was turning out to be a problem child. Apparently it's pretty common for that side of the family to send problem kids to other members of the family in an attempt to get them to shape up. My dad said no because he didn't have that much money and was dealing with some serious health issues like epilepsy and his heart. A few months later, the kid ended up robbing a store and murdering the owner of that store with a butcher knife. My dad felt guilty about it and I don't think anyone in the family knows that the kids mom had asked for my dad to watch him. I personally don't think sending the kid a state away would have changed him but my dad always used to wonder out loud to me in private if he could have done something to help.
In a month??? It was too late and he should be glad he didn't take the kid in before he murdered you all in your sleep! Maybe if it had been years between when he could have taken him in and the literal murder but come on!
My great-grandfather and great-grandmother separated (but never divorced- they were Catholic) in the 1970s. My grandmother stayed in Minnesota; my grandfather and his "aide" moved to Nebraska. The aide was a man of the same age as my great-grandfather (mid-60s) but in better health. His daughters believed him; this was an aide who lived with my great-grandfather to help him out. However, once my mom's cousin (my great-grandfather's oldest granddaughter) came out as being a lesbian, he told her that he was, in fact, gay, and his aide was actually his lover.
I'm pretty sure that my mom's cousin and her wife, my mom, my mom's sister, and me and two of my cousins are the only ones who know this. Apparently it would "just *kill*" my grandmother and her sisters to hear this.
I am pretty sure my mother was in some sort of cult or something as a child (parents forced her and r*ped her I think). She would tell me these pretty creepy stories of bodies being chopped up and thrown down a well. It's incredibly disturbing and I really don't want to know what really happened.
I had an aunt who committed suicide when I was 3 and my older sister was 4. Her daughter had ran off and no one had any idea what happened to her mom. It was my older sister who told my mom that "Aunt Pam is playing in the garage" Sure enough they found her dead in her car. No one knew why my older sister knew this and when asked about it she said that her dream friend told her. My sister and I found about this recently. My sister also used to talk to this "dream friend" who came to her first in a dream about a graveyard.
I'm half Japanese, but my family would never talk about relatives in japan. Then I saw an old photo my "whole" family, half were in traditional Japanese garbs and the other were in military uniforms. Turns out half my relatives were war criminals.
In 1995, my uncle died in a car accident. Not speeding, not drunk, just lost control, overcorrected, and rolled the car. To this day, there's still speculation as to whether it was an accident, or if my aunt grabbed the wheel and pulled the car into the ditch.
This is sad. My sister died in a similar 1 car accident in 1993. Likely was not your aunt's fault. Long story as to why, but I strongly believe my sister was swerving to avoid an animal in the road.
This was Mexico back in the day, and I'm not quite sure how different it was over there a few generations ago, but my great great "grandmother" was unable to have children. Apparently my grandfather was told that because of this, his "aunts" gave his "mom" their children occasionally.
What really happened: Wife unable to get pregnant so great great grandfather had sex with wife's sisters and took the children when they were born. Apparently this was completely normal and no one cared.
My grandmother on my mom's side just kind of disappeared and no one heard from her again. The story was that she fled back to her home country (Japan) leaving behind two daughters. Of course, alternate speculation exists.
The only person with answers would have been my Grandpa but he didn't ever want to talk about it and took whatever he knew to the grave.
Anyone have a grandma who told stories of America before returning home in the late 50s?
My great grandmother would always tell the story of how she just knew she was going to end up marrying her soon to be husband the first time she saw him. She left out the part about how he was married with a kid at the time. She also had an affair with a married man after her husband died. Not super strange, but sort of weird to think that our whole family exists thanks to her home-wrecking.
I hate people like that. If you know someone is married, leave them alone and find someone who is actually single. And the people who cheat are just as bad if not worse. Break up with someone first before you start an affair if you REALLY need to have that affair. 🙄
Not creepy, but my great-grandfather was a bootlegger, and my grandmother spent her entire life trying to hide that fact from the family. Everyone knew, and everyone thought it was kind of awesome, but if it came up in conversation, it would bring her to the brink of tears and she'd start screaming her denials. She was ashamed until the day she died.
We also had only one picture of the guy. He was full-on Jewish mafia, and we're convinced that in the background of the picture they're either killing someone or puling out his teeth.
Grandma knew the truth of what that meant, and that it was not, in fact, 'kind of awesome,' especially if it involved torture/murder.
step mom is 96; im 18 dad's under 50
My schizophrenic aunt has burned down her house and crucified her cats.
I always thought my dad's sister had died young because she had a whole in the heart. Transpired that she was actually institutionalised in a mental institution very young, where she grew up, and died. Nobody speaks of this. Ever.
When I was eleven or so, I found out the man I grew up thinking was my uncle was my f*****g half-**brother**. He's about twenty years older than me, to boot.
My mother in general has a lot of dark secrets that I haven't completely uncovered yet, and I'm not sure I want to.
Then don't delve, it'll be very painful for both of you if and when you find what those secrets are ....
I actually have two older siblings living in a different country. My parents tell me we're cousins. The truth is my parents had trouble conceiving, so my mom's sister brought over her newest born baby (me) from overseas and left me to be raised in the states. My birth mother (my aunt) is not allowed in the US anymore.
My step-dad's father, during the communist revolution in China, fled to Taiwan with his wife. He then proceeded to make many of the wood cuttings used to print anti-communist pamphlets and propaganda.
Best part is nobody else in his family knew about it, not even his wife. My mother was the first one to get this story from him. He kept it secret so that if he was ever caught, his family would be safe.
Why would his family be safe just because they didn't know? Would anyone believe that they didn't know? Would anyone CARE?
Ive got two: My biological father ran CP sites back in the 90s, before he went to jail.
The mother's maiden name on my maternal grandmother's adoption papers is the same as her husbands last name. When my great-grandfather died, his last words were calling my mother, aunts, and uncles "the product of bad seed." He died 5 years ago, and we found out about the adoption papers last year. It all makes sense now.
EDIT: My grandfather married his sister/cousin. Everyone else in the family knew it but them and their progeny. This is only touching the surface of the crazy that is my family.
My uncle was supposedly possessed by a demon. Some nuns did some sort of prayer over him, and he started speaking in tongues and then some big black cloud supposedly appeared. He turned himself over to religion, and is now a Catholic priest.
Honestly, I don't know what to believe. I know he believes all of this with all of his heart. Either he is just batshit crazy, or there are some batshit crazy things in the world. Either way, creepy.
I can't reply directly to @Ricky Namara, but son... you got schooled.
My dad's Russian. He managed to keep this a secret from me for fifteen years before I found out. I don't even know why he cared that much.
My mother was a prostitute while going to high school. I don't know anything more than that.
My 22 year old sister pulls out all her hair. She can't/won't stop. She just wears wigs. I get caught off guard a lot if she's not in her wig because it kind of looks like a bald mullet. Poor thing.
We are pretty convinced my dad's wife had a hand in his death in order to take all his money. We can't prove it though.
I've got a few.
My biological grandmother was killed by the Las Vegas mob when my dad was 16. She was dating one of the high-ups and witnessed something. The police labeled it a suicide.
My great-grandmother (the mother of the grandma above) retired from Area 51. She had to sign the secrecy contracts and everything. She went on to paint houses for a living and left behind several million dollars. None of with came to my family though, due to my gold-digging aunt.
My other great-grandma from that side of the family was a silver prospector in the Nevada mountains and carried my grandfather around in the mountains for years, living off of rattlesnakes and hares. She's in a History Channel episode about Nevada silver and is buried in a famous ghost town in Nye county.
I'm related to Ty Cobb, Hans Christian Andersen, and Billy the Kid. All traceable.
Oh yeah. And I was a secret in my family for a while. Shotgun marriage. Mom's side of the family was ridiculously christian and disowned her temporarily after they found out I was conceived out of wedlock.
My grandfather had an illegitimate child after he came back from the war. He had four kids afterwards and told none of them about it. My dad, the oldest of the four, one day gets a call from his long-lost older half-sister. She has eight kids, none of which I've ever met. We don't plan on telling my grandmother until she passes (85, still tickin...), will be interesting to meet that side of the family.
To top it off after my great uncle passed away they found letters from my grandfather from from when he fought for liberation of France, which alluded to the possibilty he knocked up some French girl as well, so that may be another entire side of the family.
My hubs found out in his 30s that he has an older bro. Wasn’t much of a secret, just no one ever thought to him and his sibs. The bro was apparently born with a severe health issue their mom couldn’t afford to treat (need major surgery), and so she relinquished the baby to the state so he could get treated and be put up for adoption. She was preggers out of wedlock, so double no-no at the time and little support system. Said baby grew up, and eventually went looking for his birth mom when his adopted one was in health decline. Met him once. Seemed nice.
My great grandpa was a Grand Dragon of the KKK
It's weird because my best friend is black
I suppose this is a secret, we don't really talk about it.
My moms boyfriend's dad murdered his wife by running her over with a car. It was a big deal at the time since we are from a small area.
My uncle murdered 2 guys when he lived in Juarez, Mexico. He's an ex drug dealer and he was drunk when he slipped this out to my dad (I was eavsdropping).
Not trying to top this, but a friend of my late Uncle's just happened to drop into a conversation about WW2 and how many of the enemy they had stopped, that 'quote' ' I once blew up a troop ship with 800 men on board' turned out he was a Frogman who'd put 10 HE limpet mines on the troop ship whilst it was moored up in Norway ...
My mom and stepdad have an INCREDIBLY kinky sex life. I heard them f*****g since 2nd grade and they have TONS of sex toys including a strap on. I suppose this is a lot creepier for me than for you hehe :(
My dad lost some large sum of money when I was a child. It was their profits from selling their very first house. Hundreds of thousands. My mother still has no idea where the money went.
My aunt was actually my cousin, and I didn't find out until my parents got divorced and married...my cousin (not the same cousin but another one). I guess this is family tradition?
>I also have a half brother in Puerto Rico who is in his 30's I will never meet. I only know his name is Ricky and my dad had a fling with a Puerto Rican woman while stationed there in the army sometime in the 70's.
Ricky Martin is from Puerto Rico and was born in the 70's. Just sayin'.
Apparently my dad and my grandpa had a scheme to grow and sell weed for extra money back in the 70s. They would've went through with it if it weren't for my grandma intervening. This was revealed to me while browsing a head shop's book store/library with my mom a few years ago. I didn't think they were the "type" to get involved in that scene but I guess I was wrong.
They would've gotten away with it if it weren't for the meddling grandma
When my grandmother died, we found out she was married more than once and none of the children ever knew about the first husband.
My Grandpa ran a union for a long time and did a lot of unsavory things with a lot of unsavory (read: Mafia) people.
When my family emigrated from Scotland (in the 1800's), we had a history of crime. To make sure this didn't follow us to America, we changed our last names to different colors. Technically I'm somehow related to everyone with a color for a last name.
My great uncle was a fugitive from the law for scamming people and the FBI showed up at my aunts funeral looking for him.
This sounds like the pitch for a movie starring Bruce Willis, Helen Mirren, and John Malkovich.
My mother's family came to the US from Suwalk, Poland before the war. They were Jewish. None of the family that stayed behind in Poland survived the war except for one cousin who move to Palestine in the 30s. This cousin had known Avraham Stern, the famous Jewish terrorist back in Poland but they didn't share the same politics. During World War II, Stern and his group fought the British in Palestine. When Stern went into hiding from the British, this cousin hid him. Eventually he had to move on to another safe house and he was killed by the British.
We (the British), and in particular Balfour - look him up - really, really screwed up the Middle East. So much so that 70 years on it's still utterly f****d up !! Oh, as an aside, the idiot Balfour was (and his family still is) firmly entrenched in the aristocracy ...... don't you love the knobs ....
I have a grandfather that was somehow involved in the super creepy prairie lynching of a cattlewoman in 1889. :(
I thought my mom had 2 sisters, and 1 niece until years later I found out my mom only had 1 sister and 2 nieces. I was 16 when I gained knowledge that my "aunt" and cousin were having sex with each other when I was propositioned by both of them. Why I thought telling them that they were half sisters would stop the incest that was taking place, I have no idea, but it just seemed to fuel the incestuous fire.
My uncle's first wife left him for her first cousin. They got hitched and had two daughters. Also my other uncle and his wife purposely got pregnant with my second oldest cousin so they'd have to get married because my grandparents didn't approve of my aunt. And a distant member of my family was excommunicated from the Catholic church for being a Free Mason.
Commies, the lot of us. Not so much a secret anymore, but it *was* a little touchy for a couple decades.
Not knowing what country OP hails from, keeping your commie beliefs a secret was the only way one would survive in the US for many, many years.
My mother claims she has the ability to hex people which apparently causes people to be murdered and destroys multi-million dollar buildings.
My mother got married before she went into the army for better living situations and more money.
On a sleepover when I was 13 and she was 14, my cousin and I lost our virginity to each other. Even though we both dated other people as we got older, we occasionally would have sex when the opportunity came up.
It's been over 15 years. We live several states apart, but at family gatherings or if were just both in town, we still hook up if possible.
I discovered that I AM my family's deep, dark secret. My parents moved out to Kennewick, WA so that I could be born at Kadlec Regional Medical Center nearby specifically because they knew from ultrasounds that I was intersex and it was considered shameful back in 1981 to have an intersex child. They had me altered shortly after my birth, moved back to Oregon not long after, and made up some story about dad having gotten a regional position out there that didn't pan out as a cover story.
can I ask are you happy about the alteration? I have read about this happening and it seems they just used to pick the sex the genitalia looked more like when people were infants and tended to overcorrect towards female. Without knowing anything of the child's personality and the lack of knowledge of the repercussions, I can't imagine most people are happy with the surgeries they got.
Load More Replies...My great grandfather got excommunicated from the Catholic Church. He became a member so he could marry my great grandmother in the Catholic Church, it was very important to her since she was a devout Catholic. But at sone point during the process either of joining the church or at the wedding he was expected to kiss the priest's ring which he refused, some insults followed, he hit the priest and left the church. They married in the normal Danish Church instead.
As someone who couldn't be drawn into the Catholic church because, and I quote, "I had the devil in me", I applaud your great-grandfather ... I didn't really have the devil in me haha they just didn't like me questioning everything and laughing at their attempts to indoctrinate me ... so my grandma stopped trying and decided it was best to hide me away when the clergy visited instead 😃
Load More Replies...I was adopted, but the unwanted child. My parents adopted me in 1979 when I was first born. I was mentally and emotionally abused by the entire family, I always got the feeling they didn't want me. They shamed me for everything, always told me I didn't know what I was talking about, anything I wanted to do they "weren't waisting money on that for you", I got weekly reminders "If you were a boy you'd have been named William Gregory, we'd call you Billy Greg" and oh so much more. I have no happy memories of my childhood with my family. My Uncle confirmed it during his speech at my parents' memorial just this past July. He named my son my parents' pride and joy, "the son they never had but so desperately wanted." Why they didn't tell the adoption agency they wanted a boy, or send me back I'll never know...
There's a few sour apples on any family tree. Some more nasty than others. Mine are gone from my life, thankfully. It got nasty, very nasty, at times, including murder. OK. And that's humanity. We can create art and horror in the same day. We are a weird animal, we humans.
It wasn't that long ago discovered my parent's sibling had a child out of wedlock in college (back in the days when it was NOT OK at all). They were sent to a religious home for unwed mothers where she stayed until she had the baby, gave it for adoption, and then resumed life as normally as possible. I was recently contacted by them through a DNA service...I couldn't respond. My cousin has no idea they have a sibling and already are incredibly mentally fragile with a codependency, their parent will never reveal it. I've written my unknown cousin a letter which I've instructed my husband to send to them explaining the entire story should something happen to me, so at least someone tells them. I hate this secret but hate the idea of the pain and fallout it would cause if it was revealed to everyone.
For what it's worth, I was able to find my unknown cousin via social media. They look like they have a great life, which I'm happy but it makes me sad to know that my aunt has grandchildren she'll never know and this person can only guess as to WHY they were put up for adoption. Honestly, I've never seen my grandparents on that side in the same way again (they've passed on since). My mom is still very angry about it.
Load More Replies...My good friend has a large family and 1 of his 8 siblings kind of disassociated from the family and moved away. He found out that she was in a cult when he watched the Netflix documentary "Holy Hell" and she was in it. She's since left the cult and is back in touch with the family.
My dad's side of the family is a huge treasure trove of family secrets. 1. My dad's brother has 5 kids.. the youngest one isn't his bio daughter. While he was away in Vietnam, his wife got pregnant by his uncle (who is only 5 years older than him) Everyone in the family acts like it's completely normal and all get along just fine at family gatherings. I only found this out when I was in my 20's. 2. My dad just found out at 77 years old that the man he knew as his dad actually wasn't his bio dad. A 'close family friend" that he knew really well was. He found this out doing a DNA test. 3. My grandparents were both married to other people and both had kids when they ran off together. My grandma took her oldest son with her, and left my dad with his father. We have no idea if my dad's father even knew my dad wasn't really his son, as he passed when my dad was in his 20's. 4. Several of my dad's uncles were part of an infamous Mafia crime family in the 1960's.
my mom and my aunt have different dads. apparently gma eloped when she was 14 w/someone who was not portuguese so when they returned my ggdad forced an annulment, not realizing that she had become pregnant during their honeymoon. so he always considered my aunt illegitimate and treated her differently. i have the name of the guy but have never found much about him. would still like to find out more.
So before moving to the US, my great grandfather lived in England; we're going back to late 1800's since my grandmother was born 1912 in the US. So great grandpa had a twin brother who was said to be gay and we have zero information other than that. He was just blotted out of the family tree as if he never existed. Only know of his existence because of my grandmother; it was mentioned to or around her when discussing institutionalizing her sister. My great aunt was schizophrenic and very violent and tried to murder my grandmother which was the deciding factor to lock her up. "Illness" ran in the family per them; referring to my great grandfather's gay brother as well as murderous great aunt Kitty. Honestly, this is my mom's side and there are many more instances of actual mental illness, massive drug use and police records
We discovered an entire family we didn't know existed after my great-grandmother died. At the turn of the 20th century the Ukrainian village of Bridok decamped for Canada, which was selling land cheaply to foster Westward expansion. After serving in WWI Grandpa (from what we've pieced together) was a border guard during America's Prohibition, but apparently he was a "dirty cop," who took bribes and confiscated and resold liquor. There may have been more, but hearsay is that he was "encouraged " to leave the community. They moved to Michigan, USA, and we never knew a thing about any of it or the family, which is still in Canada. We are literally the only branch that left, and grew up completely ignorant of our family names or history. Facebook has put us in touch with our family tree, finally.
Every family has secrets. My German grandmother's brother wanted to fly. He became a pilot with the Luftwaffe and crashed during combat. His father, who hated Hitler and always refused to do the salute pretexting he couldn't do it because he had a cane in his hand, never forgave him and he was never talked about again in the family. My grandmother eventually married a French officer, moved to France, and in 40 years I heard her say her brother's name maybe twice. When questioned, she would always change the subject.
My uncle stole all of the families inheritance. My father is a mentally abusive d**k who is an alcoholic who has lost his mind, but that still shouldn't have happened. My mother is in her 70's, and she deserves some of that to take care of her in her older years. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't afford to take care of her, but I try to as best as I can.
I recentley found out that my great grandfather (I think?) was a nazi and was very proud of his political believes. I figured since I'm german I had to have at least one (at least distant) family member somehow related to something nazi-ish but I didn't know how close I am related to a nazi. He wasn't a a big fish or anything but I think he served in the german army on Hitlers side. I am still hoping and praying that he wasn't stationed at a concentration camp. I have yet to find any documents about him or his past. My mom and I were just going through some old pictures and found one of him in his uniform - she knew about him but never told me.
It is said that in my family one of my great great grandmother's shot a federal in Mexico who came looking for ger husband. Buried him right on her land. She told her kids after her husband died. Why they were looking for him I don't know. Not sure anyone ever did
my grandfather made illegal wine during prohibition and sold it at our family's restaurant. I always thought it was pretty cool.
I dont have all the facts because my father and grandmother never spoke about it, and the whole family is kinda estranged, but my grandfather was a union spokesman and apparently he took a bad deal in negotiations. All his fellows harassed him and made his life hell until his blew his brains out. My sister and I suspect underlying mental issues were also a factor. My grandmother was on pills for most of my life, and we never really had a relationship because my dad hated her.
1) When my younger sister was born, she was kidnapped from the hospital nursery. The hospital had a psychiatric ward and one of the patients escaped. He got into the nursery and took my sister as a hostage just a few hours after she was born. My father and a cousin found and chased them into an elevator in the 3rd floor. When they got to the 1st floor, my father had my sister back and the escaped patient had to spend 2 weeks in ICU before going back to his padded cell. -2) When my youngest sisters(twins) were born, my uncle's(dad's bro) wife spent weeks trying to convince my mother to sell her one of the twins. She said that since they had 4 kids now there was no way they could be good parents or afford to support us and even called CPS when my mother refused and called her crazy. We were never allowed to go visit or spend time with them growing up and they would never tell us why
My grandpa on my mom's side se*ually abused all of his kids and my mom clearly suffers from PTSD but is too proud to get mental help. Dad is passively su**idal but is finally seeing a psychologist about it. And they both wonder how I winded up in therapy...well, I at least dare to admit there's stuff wrong with me, how about that?
I discovered that I AM my family's deep, dark secret. My parents moved out to Kennewick, WA so that I could be born at Kadlec Regional Medical Center nearby specifically because they knew from ultrasounds that I was intersex and it was considered shameful back in 1981 to have an intersex child. They had me altered shortly after my birth, moved back to Oregon not long after, and made up some story about dad having gotten a regional position out there that didn't pan out as a cover story.
can I ask are you happy about the alteration? I have read about this happening and it seems they just used to pick the sex the genitalia looked more like when people were infants and tended to overcorrect towards female. Without knowing anything of the child's personality and the lack of knowledge of the repercussions, I can't imagine most people are happy with the surgeries they got.
Load More Replies...My great grandfather got excommunicated from the Catholic Church. He became a member so he could marry my great grandmother in the Catholic Church, it was very important to her since she was a devout Catholic. But at sone point during the process either of joining the church or at the wedding he was expected to kiss the priest's ring which he refused, some insults followed, he hit the priest and left the church. They married in the normal Danish Church instead.
As someone who couldn't be drawn into the Catholic church because, and I quote, "I had the devil in me", I applaud your great-grandfather ... I didn't really have the devil in me haha they just didn't like me questioning everything and laughing at their attempts to indoctrinate me ... so my grandma stopped trying and decided it was best to hide me away when the clergy visited instead 😃
Load More Replies...I was adopted, but the unwanted child. My parents adopted me in 1979 when I was first born. I was mentally and emotionally abused by the entire family, I always got the feeling they didn't want me. They shamed me for everything, always told me I didn't know what I was talking about, anything I wanted to do they "weren't waisting money on that for you", I got weekly reminders "If you were a boy you'd have been named William Gregory, we'd call you Billy Greg" and oh so much more. I have no happy memories of my childhood with my family. My Uncle confirmed it during his speech at my parents' memorial just this past July. He named my son my parents' pride and joy, "the son they never had but so desperately wanted." Why they didn't tell the adoption agency they wanted a boy, or send me back I'll never know...
There's a few sour apples on any family tree. Some more nasty than others. Mine are gone from my life, thankfully. It got nasty, very nasty, at times, including murder. OK. And that's humanity. We can create art and horror in the same day. We are a weird animal, we humans.
It wasn't that long ago discovered my parent's sibling had a child out of wedlock in college (back in the days when it was NOT OK at all). They were sent to a religious home for unwed mothers where she stayed until she had the baby, gave it for adoption, and then resumed life as normally as possible. I was recently contacted by them through a DNA service...I couldn't respond. My cousin has no idea they have a sibling and already are incredibly mentally fragile with a codependency, their parent will never reveal it. I've written my unknown cousin a letter which I've instructed my husband to send to them explaining the entire story should something happen to me, so at least someone tells them. I hate this secret but hate the idea of the pain and fallout it would cause if it was revealed to everyone.
For what it's worth, I was able to find my unknown cousin via social media. They look like they have a great life, which I'm happy but it makes me sad to know that my aunt has grandchildren she'll never know and this person can only guess as to WHY they were put up for adoption. Honestly, I've never seen my grandparents on that side in the same way again (they've passed on since). My mom is still very angry about it.
Load More Replies...My good friend has a large family and 1 of his 8 siblings kind of disassociated from the family and moved away. He found out that she was in a cult when he watched the Netflix documentary "Holy Hell" and she was in it. She's since left the cult and is back in touch with the family.
My dad's side of the family is a huge treasure trove of family secrets. 1. My dad's brother has 5 kids.. the youngest one isn't his bio daughter. While he was away in Vietnam, his wife got pregnant by his uncle (who is only 5 years older than him) Everyone in the family acts like it's completely normal and all get along just fine at family gatherings. I only found this out when I was in my 20's. 2. My dad just found out at 77 years old that the man he knew as his dad actually wasn't his bio dad. A 'close family friend" that he knew really well was. He found this out doing a DNA test. 3. My grandparents were both married to other people and both had kids when they ran off together. My grandma took her oldest son with her, and left my dad with his father. We have no idea if my dad's father even knew my dad wasn't really his son, as he passed when my dad was in his 20's. 4. Several of my dad's uncles were part of an infamous Mafia crime family in the 1960's.
my mom and my aunt have different dads. apparently gma eloped when she was 14 w/someone who was not portuguese so when they returned my ggdad forced an annulment, not realizing that she had become pregnant during their honeymoon. so he always considered my aunt illegitimate and treated her differently. i have the name of the guy but have never found much about him. would still like to find out more.
So before moving to the US, my great grandfather lived in England; we're going back to late 1800's since my grandmother was born 1912 in the US. So great grandpa had a twin brother who was said to be gay and we have zero information other than that. He was just blotted out of the family tree as if he never existed. Only know of his existence because of my grandmother; it was mentioned to or around her when discussing institutionalizing her sister. My great aunt was schizophrenic and very violent and tried to murder my grandmother which was the deciding factor to lock her up. "Illness" ran in the family per them; referring to my great grandfather's gay brother as well as murderous great aunt Kitty. Honestly, this is my mom's side and there are many more instances of actual mental illness, massive drug use and police records
We discovered an entire family we didn't know existed after my great-grandmother died. At the turn of the 20th century the Ukrainian village of Bridok decamped for Canada, which was selling land cheaply to foster Westward expansion. After serving in WWI Grandpa (from what we've pieced together) was a border guard during America's Prohibition, but apparently he was a "dirty cop," who took bribes and confiscated and resold liquor. There may have been more, but hearsay is that he was "encouraged " to leave the community. They moved to Michigan, USA, and we never knew a thing about any of it or the family, which is still in Canada. We are literally the only branch that left, and grew up completely ignorant of our family names or history. Facebook has put us in touch with our family tree, finally.
Every family has secrets. My German grandmother's brother wanted to fly. He became a pilot with the Luftwaffe and crashed during combat. His father, who hated Hitler and always refused to do the salute pretexting he couldn't do it because he had a cane in his hand, never forgave him and he was never talked about again in the family. My grandmother eventually married a French officer, moved to France, and in 40 years I heard her say her brother's name maybe twice. When questioned, she would always change the subject.
My uncle stole all of the families inheritance. My father is a mentally abusive d**k who is an alcoholic who has lost his mind, but that still shouldn't have happened. My mother is in her 70's, and she deserves some of that to take care of her in her older years. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't afford to take care of her, but I try to as best as I can.
I recentley found out that my great grandfather (I think?) was a nazi and was very proud of his political believes. I figured since I'm german I had to have at least one (at least distant) family member somehow related to something nazi-ish but I didn't know how close I am related to a nazi. He wasn't a a big fish or anything but I think he served in the german army on Hitlers side. I am still hoping and praying that he wasn't stationed at a concentration camp. I have yet to find any documents about him or his past. My mom and I were just going through some old pictures and found one of him in his uniform - she knew about him but never told me.
It is said that in my family one of my great great grandmother's shot a federal in Mexico who came looking for ger husband. Buried him right on her land. She told her kids after her husband died. Why they were looking for him I don't know. Not sure anyone ever did
my grandfather made illegal wine during prohibition and sold it at our family's restaurant. I always thought it was pretty cool.
I dont have all the facts because my father and grandmother never spoke about it, and the whole family is kinda estranged, but my grandfather was a union spokesman and apparently he took a bad deal in negotiations. All his fellows harassed him and made his life hell until his blew his brains out. My sister and I suspect underlying mental issues were also a factor. My grandmother was on pills for most of my life, and we never really had a relationship because my dad hated her.
1) When my younger sister was born, she was kidnapped from the hospital nursery. The hospital had a psychiatric ward and one of the patients escaped. He got into the nursery and took my sister as a hostage just a few hours after she was born. My father and a cousin found and chased them into an elevator in the 3rd floor. When they got to the 1st floor, my father had my sister back and the escaped patient had to spend 2 weeks in ICU before going back to his padded cell. -2) When my youngest sisters(twins) were born, my uncle's(dad's bro) wife spent weeks trying to convince my mother to sell her one of the twins. She said that since they had 4 kids now there was no way they could be good parents or afford to support us and even called CPS when my mother refused and called her crazy. We were never allowed to go visit or spend time with them growing up and they would never tell us why
My grandpa on my mom's side se*ually abused all of his kids and my mom clearly suffers from PTSD but is too proud to get mental help. Dad is passively su**idal but is finally seeing a psychologist about it. And they both wonder how I winded up in therapy...well, I at least dare to admit there's stuff wrong with me, how about that?