30 Skeletons In People’s Closets That Could Drastically Change Others’ Feelings Towards Them, As Shared In This Online Group
There are some things that you just can’t tell anybody. These facts, thoughts or opinions can be so controversial that maybe you think that people will judge you, they won’t agree with you or be scared of you once they learn them.
But sometimes it’s nice to release it to the world and the internet with the safety of anonymity that the platform often provides. Which is why people were open to discuss it when they were asked “What’s a secret that would change how the people around you look at you if they knew?”
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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’m a janitor. But I’m worth over a million dollars because I own real estate.
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…
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 feel this one. People tell me all kinds of things, and because I'm 'listening' aka not being rude, they keep talking, divulging all kinds of personal nitty gritty details .. wow People like to talk!!
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.
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'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.
Thank no one I don't get into such moral dilemmas. Atheism rocks, folks
How much of an emotionally exhausted and fragile wreck of a person I am right now.
Again, not a skeleton in a closet, just a state of being that might require a doctor. Have we digressed again in our thinking of people with mental health struggles?
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.
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.
My intrusive thoughts. Holy s**t sometimes i surprise myself on how gnarly i think in just a second.
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
This is most of us. Making it up as we go with no real clue why certain things worked and others didn't. Why was I the only one not arrested at that party? What was the real reason I was laid off?
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.
Existential crisis. Philosophy.. Why am I here, what is the purpose? In the scale of things out is all futile and pointless. In the scale of the universe and beyond, what significance has our planet or we, who live on it? Maybe to appreciate life more, listen to The Greatest show on earth from Nightwish (untill the track is completely done, not when you think it is done.) Do we need a purpose?
"Why am I here?" "Because your mom and me... did that." "TMI DAD!" --- fun times.
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It's been said before; life is a roller coaster, enjoy the ride. If you have fun, it was worth it. EDIT for another thought; On Young Sheldon one of his teachers said that you shouldn't say 'what's the point?' (To any of this), but rather; 'what's the point? (Going to turn out to be?)
Same. I am ok with my life ending at any time. And I will be forgotten soon after.
Load More Replies... When you anyway are in the game , why not play around? I hate being a spectator, unless something interesting happens
exactly. You can either exit or play or timeout. Seems he's opted to timeout, which seems self-confirming (this looks pointless so I will do nothing and confirm that it is pointless).
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That sounds like an incredibly sad existence. Experiences don't need to be grand and important to bring us joy. For example, today is Friday and I plan to spend tonight alone, watching tv, and eating takeout sushi. And I can't wait. I'm almost giddy.
I've thought about this a lot too but I've decided that as long as my actions matter to someone out there it's worth it
I always laugh when people get excited about wooden floors in their home, it's so meaningless but also I love wooden floors, but it's just floors, this is useless, like all of the stuff around us. And when I think more about the Universe I always want to just be absorbed by it instantly.
and there's nothing wrong with how you fell now. It's ok to be ok!
Essentially, “low mood” where nothing sparks joy or anticipation of joy. It used to be secondary to depression, but more people who aren’t sad, unhappy or have anxiety are being diagnosed with it. It’s really common in ADHD folks. More recently it’s being treated as a primary mental health issue. And here’s wha it is: Anhedonia is a diverse array of deficits in hedonic function, including reduced motivation or ability to experience pleasure.While earlier definitions emphasized the inability to experience pleasure, anhedonia is currently used by researchers to refer to reduced motivation, reduced anticipatory pleasure (wanting), reduced consummatory pleasure (liking), and deficits in reinforcement learning.
Bet he/she would feel different in a burning building. Bet you'd fight hard to hold on to this life you don't appreciate
Yeah dude find a hobbie or something. Every single one of us is just a smushy pile of carbon with no importance whatsoever, get over it. We get about 70 years here, nothing really, so just try to enjoy it while you can.
Please, don't become a therapist or anything mental health field related. Maybe go see a therapist yourself? But definitely look up the definition of sociopath and do a little research about the terms you so flippantly and ignorantly throw around.
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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 have so much unresolved trauma and I'm just trying to have a good time
See if you can find a therapist that does brain spotting. It's kind of a game changer.
My mental health is circling the drain, I'm horribly depressed, but I am trying *so hard* to get better.
Take it from an MD and former psychiatrist: Get professional help, it's the surest way to effectively treat mental diseases. When your brain hurts you go see a brain doctor, you see🧠
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.
Getting your GED is the equivalent of graduating. You’ve completed high school education. Who cares if you didn’t “literally” graduate? I didn’t either. I was homeschooled and got my GED as well. No “graduation”. It’s sad that this person’s friends and significant other might treat them differently just because they didn’t “graduate”.
I cry almost every night but don‘t want to tell anybody since I‘d feel like a burden
I was an abusive boyfriend, I still can't forgive myself for it
The only way to forgiveness is to make amends and even more importantly never be that person again
How incredibly terrified I am nearly all of the time. I'm not confident, I don't think I'm in control any more, I don't think I can do this. And still, here I go
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.
The actual things ive been paid ludicrous amounts of money to do as a highclass escort in Dubai.
I have schizophrenia.
I'm sorry. I hope they sought help and take their medication. With schizophrenia there's really no other choice than to take medication, even when you take the side effects into consideration
..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...
The person in question was probably intersex and the parents tried to suppress hormones of the other (not chosen by them) gender
That I have serious gender identity issues and would transition in a heartbeat if I could, except I know that none of my family would ever accept me.
I like both men and women
It sounds trivial but my family is morman and I wound be able to handle it if they find out
I am an absolute horny mess right now…perimenopause is turning me into someone even I don’t recognize 😂
I'm having the exact opposite problem. My mind says yes but my body says meh. And forget about having an o*gasm, ain't gonna happen. :(
Sometimes I crave attention from other people , like an attention hoe level
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To all my fellow peoples suffering with mental health, I have found Headspace (it's an app as well as a website) to be incredibly helpful. I'm currently listening to the guided meditation courses on Happiness and Compassionate Communication; and found Calming the Inner Critic both insightful and tear jerking. I highly recommend at least trying it, there's a free two week trial period too. There is also a mini version on Netflix you can try as well (I recommend it even if you don't suffer from mental illness). If you like the mini version on Netflix, you'll really love the full version. Hope this helps some of you. Love to all my fellow broken-brains out there!
I like Finch. I tried Headspace but it wanted me to pay for everything. Finch is cute and doesn’t make you pay
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I used to be very naive and still am in some ways. I'm overly trusting when I warm up to people, but I am very wary of everyone. From past experiences going to 8 different schools within 4 cities, and being instantly taunted, teased, mocked, bullied for stupid reasons, and being told I'm ugly (lips too big, gapped teeth, gangly) by nearly everyone (still happens to this day) other than family (most), I'll be too willing to accept niceties in hopes of gaining friends, or give things, at the same time thinking they're just using me. It's a terrible mindfuck cycle that I'm all too comfortable with. Because it's in my mind and that's the most private place I have. More private than my own home.
I'm a 64 year old, well-spoken, highly educated, upper middle-class white woman. 10 years ago I was a heroin addict who did some very dicey things to support my habit. People are absolutely astonished when I tell them.
People think I am quite conservative in my country, and have no idea who I am or what I am really about as a person - only those close get to see part / most. I think that we all conceal parts of ourselves to be socially acceptable. As an ASD we call this "masking". But I don't like to think of it that way. I prefer to say "selective revealing". And I think that's ok, not everyone wants you to bring TMI to work.
Hardly anyone knows that I'm in therapy and have been this time for a couple of years. My emotional instability and crazy though processes drove my marriage to the brink of divorce. But amongst family and friends I have always been "mature for my age" and "the unflappable one". Most of them have no idea who I've really been. Finally found the best therapist for me, took it slow, and am proud of the person that I'm becoming again.
Please don't put things that you don't want the world to know online.
To all my fellow peoples suffering with mental health, I have found Headspace (it's an app as well as a website) to be incredibly helpful. I'm currently listening to the guided meditation courses on Happiness and Compassionate Communication; and found Calming the Inner Critic both insightful and tear jerking. I highly recommend at least trying it, there's a free two week trial period too. There is also a mini version on Netflix you can try as well (I recommend it even if you don't suffer from mental illness). If you like the mini version on Netflix, you'll really love the full version. Hope this helps some of you. Love to all my fellow broken-brains out there!
I like Finch. I tried Headspace but it wanted me to pay for everything. Finch is cute and doesn’t make you pay
Load More Replies... I used to be very naive and still am in some ways. I'm overly trusting when I warm up to people, but I am very wary of everyone. From past experiences going to 8 different schools within 4 cities, and being instantly taunted, teased, mocked, bullied for stupid reasons, and being told I'm ugly (lips too big, gapped teeth, gangly) by nearly everyone (still happens to this day) other than family (most), I'll be too willing to accept niceties in hopes of gaining friends, or give things, at the same time thinking they're just using me. It's a terrible mindfuck cycle that I'm all too comfortable with. Because it's in my mind and that's the most private place I have. More private than my own home.
I'm a 64 year old, well-spoken, highly educated, upper middle-class white woman. 10 years ago I was a heroin addict who did some very dicey things to support my habit. People are absolutely astonished when I tell them.
People think I am quite conservative in my country, and have no idea who I am or what I am really about as a person - only those close get to see part / most. I think that we all conceal parts of ourselves to be socially acceptable. As an ASD we call this "masking". But I don't like to think of it that way. I prefer to say "selective revealing". And I think that's ok, not everyone wants you to bring TMI to work.
Hardly anyone knows that I'm in therapy and have been this time for a couple of years. My emotional instability and crazy though processes drove my marriage to the brink of divorce. But amongst family and friends I have always been "mature for my age" and "the unflappable one". Most of them have no idea who I've really been. Finally found the best therapist for me, took it slow, and am proud of the person that I'm becoming again.
Please don't put things that you don't want the world to know online.
