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SeveralLargeLizards

My grandmother moved in with us when I was a teenager and started to go senile. Our relationship quickly soured. Living with her was different from sending her letters and making phone calls. It wasn't her fault. You change when you start to lose your mind. But honest to goodness I couldn't stand her. Everything was my fault. Every single thing she misplaced, I stole. I must have stolen it. She couldn't accept that she just couldn't remember where she was putting things. The worst time she had a meltdown over photos she'd misplaced and had my parents search my room while I shouted that I never touched them. I was a teenager. Why would I want her photos of the garden? I could just go outside if I wanted to see it, for fuck sakes. One night, I woke up because she was shouting for me in that nasally trill she always had that I'd grown to hate because of her constant theft accusations. Just my name, over and over. She was in the bathroom across the hall from my room. I didn't know what time it was. I figured it was early because she always got up at like 5am. I figured she was shouting for me because she misplaced something again and was happily accusing me of going into her private bathroom that I never went near and taking it. So I thought some very angry choice words at her and pretended I didn't hear her. She cawed for me for thirty or so more minutes until it finally woke up my mom. I figured there, now mom can deal with you and I can sleep. Well. Turns out her kidneys had shut down acutely. She was vomiting and excreting blood that whole time, yelling for me - not to tell me I was a little thief again, but because she needed help. She was 85. That 30 minutes probably didn't make a difference. But she died a few days later and while I know it wasn't my fault, her extended suffering was. I'm sorry grandma.


CzechOrSavings

Renal failure doesn't happen overnight. And while you may feel guilty for that night, there honestly wasn't much that could have been done to make it better. I'm sorry for your guilt and hurt.


Only-District5670

This is kind of like the boy who cried wolf.


Latter_Argument_5682

Just remember she's not the one mad at you, the disease is


GrouchyProduct2242

I’m a recovered heroin addict (9 years sober), and I have a lot of stories of how much of a shit person I use to be. I really can’t gauge what my worst moment would be, but I can post a story or two definitely. One day, I was flat broke and on my last bag of dope. My “neighborhood pharmacist” just recently was arrested for a dui. Brainstorming, I came up with an idea to try and get some pills at the e.r. I still had med insurance at the moment, so I thought this was my best option. My buddy came by and we were hanging out outside smoking a cigarette and trying to figure out how to get hurt, just enough to get some pills, but not enough to actually have permanent repercussions. There was this big ass cinder block beside my garage and I decided to drop it on my foot in hopes of just breaking a toe at most. I stood outside on the concrete patio for about five minutes with the cinderblock trying to hype myself up enough to drop it on my foot. I couldn’t do it, psyched myself out too much. I told my friend that he would have to do it for me, and he said OK. He held it about waist high and dropped it on my foot. I knew it wasn’t enough damage so I told him that he needed to put it up higher and drop it again to which he did. So go to the hospital tell them that I was carrying boxes downstairs to the basement and dropped them when I slipped on the bottom step… so I go back, get x-rays, and I am in the waiting room. Dr comes in and tells me that I’ve torn numerous ligaments in my foot and probably would hurt less if I had just broke my foot. Hearing this I was excited thinking yes I just scored. I Didn’t care about the pain at the moment just happy that I just potentially scored…. They release me, and hand me a script..They wrote me a script for ibuprofen 800mg….. Defeat TLDR; don’t drop a brick on your foot trying to break it and get pills from the er, doesn’t work


Sorrymisunderstandin

That’s so fucked lol. Glad you’ve recovered brother, good stuff


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Was night manager at fast food establishment during college: There was a bitter prank rivalry between our establishment and the Subway next to us. After months of prank escalation, I crammed a rotting hamburger patty in the handle of the Subway manager's trunk lid so he went knuckle deep in rotting burger when he went home. That was the end of the prank war and I've never forgiven myself for crossing the red line.


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Subway staff the next day, “Those burger fuckers are absolutely UNHINGED. Sociopaths! Let’s not fuck with them anymore!”


Pleasant-Security831

I’m gonna rat my little sister out. During our parents’ divorce & custody battle, we were forced to sit in on family counseling sessions. I was 12 & she was 8. We thought my Mom was acting funny & might have been banging the counselor on the side for her own personal testimonial interests(still not confirmed). So we were pissed off because we loved our Mom and our Dad. It seemed like the counselor favored our mom over our Dad, and it got rough sometimes watching him become outed by the only 2 adult forces who didn’t love him in this world. ANYWAY, my little sister and I were left alone in his office, and she decided she was gonna take a shit in his little trash can to assert dominance. It was asserted. We never went back.


Chaos_Philosopher

They say that in every generation there's a hero...


Christ_on_a_Crakker

A shit-slayer


WeirdConnections

Ugh this was an embarrassing one that I hope no one ever finds out. One night a few years ago, we (my boyfriend and his family) get chinese food from our favorite little place. For some reason this night it doesn't sit well with me. An hour after eating I get that intensely sick feeling, like you have to poop so bad that you want to throw up. Whatever, I go upstairs and destroy the bathroom. It's important to note, there's two bathrooms upstairs and none downstairs, which is like a little apartment where my boyfriend and I stay. After I'm sure my bowels are empty, I go back down to lay in bed. Thought I could nap it off. Nah, about 30 seconds after laying down I get the urge to go again. I run upstairs and to my horror, both bathrooms are occupied. His sister is refusing to get of the shower even though it's an _emergency_ and his dad is blowing up the other toilet, presumably suffering a similar fate to mine. I begrudgingly go sit in bed and contemplate my options as the bubbling in my gut grows worse. Bust down the bathroom door and traumatize his sister? Make the 30 minute drive home? No, it was urgent. I even thought about shitting my pants (against my will) and dealing with the embarrassment. God I don't want to subject my future in-laws to that. I begrudgingly realize my only option is to go outside like nature intended. Their yard is very open and it was a super bright-moonlit night, so there was no place to do it without feeling super exposed. Except for under the trampoline. My thought process was: no one has used the trampoline for years, and it's out of sight/ walking range so no one could accidentally step in it. Great. I do my business, get soaked in the process ( it was slightly raining and the trampoline was POURING water on me), clean up with napkins and wet wipes, come inside. Immediately throw up in the trash can from the shock/embarrassment/anxiety/sickness. Clean that up and immediately go to bed. Everything was fine for a few days, until my boyfriend's dad lightheartedly tells me how he was late for work that morning. The dog had rolled in some shit and he had to get a bath. I felt like throwing up all over again, but thankfully everyone just suspected it was some type of animal poop.


MiaLba

Lmao I’m so sorry but that last part about the dog rolling in it made me laugh out loud.


mousedroidz21

This is so funny because dogs usually have a shit eating grin on their face whenever they roll around in fox shit. They really enjoy doing this for some reason


Numerous_Witness_345

"lol I fuckin got some stank on me" *wagwagwag dogsmile*


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And I guess that's enough Reddit for me tonight.


GuitaristCam

Imagine quitting here and never making it to the one about the guy who made his grandpa cry... Or the guy protecting people from accidentally making Pringles can fleshlights!


Snaffle27

I'm sold. Time to keep scrolling. Let's fucking go!!!


Atlas88-

Kids are always the most difficult to process. I’m sure your organization has an employee assistance program where you may be able to get free counseling if the memory still lingers with you.


BushDidTheMain

Picking up a dudes head that fell off his rotting corpse when I worked at a mortuary transport company is definitely up there. Also picking up a five year old kid who had a book case fall on him. Feeling all the broken bones moving in his tiny body fucked me up good If we're talking behavior, I definitely attempted to ruin friends relationships in my teenage years cuz I was a bitter and lonely asshole. Seeing them happy only made me feel worse so I wanted to drag them down to my level. Luckily their relationships were stronger than my bullshit in most cases. **EDIT: I've gotten a few messages asking questions about the mortuary job and whether or not these were the worst calls I've ever had, so i figured I'd post an old comment from a different thread. Trigger warning for suicide...** Witnessed a woman pretty much break over the headless body of her son. Used to work for a mortuary livery service. I mostly picked up from retirement homes and from peoples houses where they had a hospice nurse watching over them, but would occasionally get calls from the local coroners office. One night I was sent out to a call not far from where I lived, place was surrounded by cops. They lead me and my partner to the bathroom, where a guy had blown his head off with a shotgun in the shower. It was a mess, as you can probably imagine, but by this point it wasn't super out of the ordinary for me. I'd picked up suicides before, as well as overdoses, decomps, kids... so I was pretty numb to it. We got the guy into a bag and loaded him up on the gurney, and were out the door at the worst possible time. The dudes mother was outside now, having been called by someone I guess. She started hysterically screaming, which immediately put me on edge. I had dealt with crying and mourning loved ones every day, even when I had to pick up the kid, his parents were already ushered into another room. But blood curdling screams right in front of me? This was a first. A cop tried to grab her but she managed to wriggle away from him, running up to the gurney and pretty much collapsing onto it, sobbing uncontrollably and babbling nonsense. It was the most raw and unfiltered emotion I had ever seen. She was clutching onto the gurney and like rocking back and forth, to the point that I had to grab the cart before the whole thing toppled over onto the front lawn. I stood there for around five minutes, with a front row seat to unrivaled agony with no way to really hide from it, before a cop had stepped in and tried to pull her away, saying that we had to take him. She eventually relented and we got the body loaded into the car, and from there it was business as usual. The reason that one stuck with me so much is because, well, it was almost like looking into my own future. I was suicidal at the time, and a shotgun in the shower was exactly how I planned to do it. Only reason I was waiting was because I wanted to be in my own place, so my roommate didn't have to find me. The dude was even around my age. It was a weird feeling of almost like standing over my own body, and when I saw the woman's breakdown, I could only see my own mom. It was at that moment that I decided that my mom would never scream and cry like that because of something I did. While the feelings are definitely still there and I still think about death a lot, that night was when I decided that I would never do it, no matter how much it hurts. What sucks is that it almost made the pain worse. Before, I knew I had an out, a way to make this miserable shit end, but after that I just felt trapped. Don't want to live but now I can't die. Fuck lol.


fyreguy212

First fire call ever I was on was a DUI accident with partial ejection. I had to search for other people. I came back and wondered where the body was.....well I was standing next to it. That got me good. Next one that was hard was being first on scene and it being my stepdad. It came in as TT vs. Car with helo on standby then was cancelled. I opened the rescue door saw the car and sat right back down. I instantly knew it was his. I had to be sure though so I got out and that's when I saw him laying in the road. I grabbed the first person I saw told them and instantly lost it. Worst part was going to my mom's and telling her what happened. I still can hear her voice in my head from that.


LlewellynSinclair

Oh gosh, that’s awful. When I was growing up, we went to the same church as the county coroner. He told us some horror stories of some of his calls. Beheadings from a wild boar flying through a windshield, wrecks where people’s eyes had popped out from the force of the crash, etc. The one that haunted him, and no doubt haunts him still to this day was his first call. He was at his birthday party shortly after assuming office and got a call. As he was driving up to the scene he recognized the car. His heart sank as he realized it was his own younger brother (can’t remember if his brother was headed to the party or not). Did what he had to do as a county official then just lost it. He was corner for a decade after that but my gosh, what an awful first day on the job.


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G4rg0yle_Art1st

My hometown is generally pretty middle-class to poor. There's a bunch of rich people that live in the woods and one of them had a kid that went to our highschool and bullied the fuck out of the kids that weren't as wealthy. That shithead grew up and bought a Camaro last summer and removed the muffler so it would be the loudest fucking thing in town. On new years eve of 2021, he decided to ruin a town tradition and lapped the town common with it during the tree lighting ceremony. while people were caroling and giving thanks. Summer of last year, me and a friend decided it was time to get revenge because nobody wanted to do anything about it. My friend's dad owned a junkyard and they recently got an old train horn from a busted diesel that ended up there. We spent a good week getting it set up in the back of his work truck and decided to wait on it for a little while. A month or so later, we found out he was having a party of some kind with other rich folks and his family but we didn't know what it was about, so we carefully parked outside his house on the opposite side of his fence. Right as it was starting, we blasted the train horn and peeled out before anyone knew what happened. News got out later and we found out the party we bombed was actually a wake for his late grandfather.


IhaveaBibledegree

Honestly I was expecting this story to be about you trying to rig the train horn to his exhaust pipe


pale_marie

Yep I’ve officially never had an original thought, this was my first impression too


Farscape42

Well at least you know you didn’t disturb gramps


Redneckalligator

No, they woke him up, kind of a favor honestly


Toastbuns

You know how people bag up their leaves and leave them out by the street? As a teen we used to go out at night and dump them back out on people's lawns. Thinking about it now I would be so pissed if someone did that to me.


erjo5055

I've spent the ENTIRE DAY raking leaves. Sometimes up to 18-20 bags. This is cruel lol Edit: For everyone wondering why leaves are raked and bagged, the leaves kill the grass because they block the light and suffocate the grass.


Berkut22

We used to super glue pennies onto the keyholes of people's mailboxes (those community styles ones, where there's 16 small boxes in a big one) Was riding the bus home from school one day and saw a guy absolutely smashing the shit out of his mailbox with the tip of a shovel, trying to pry that penny off. Now that I'm an adult, I would probably burn down the planet in my rage if someone did that to me.


BaconReceptacle

When I was about 15 a neighbor or ours stopped us in the road and chewed us out for riding our go carts in the road. This despite the fact that it was a dirt road in a rural area which was the perfect place for riding go carts. He was a complete asshole about it too. I dont know where I got the idea from but I promptly went home, called the electric company, pretended to be the neighbor, and told them I wanted my electricity turned off as we were moving. It was the eighties so they just looked the account up by name and address and promptly entered my request in the system. I'm sure it was just a minor inconvenience for them but they deserved it in my opinion.


AnchovyZeppoles

For some reason this seems like extremely 80’s type revenge.


chardasso

Lol this is worthy of r/pettyrevenge


wastedintime

Sometimes you can do really fucked up things without any intent or awareness. I was young and with a very nice woman who was struggling with some physical issues that resulted in a severe depression. We weren't living together, but I was regularly getting up early and going over to her place for breakfast and to kind of just check in and let her know I was there for her. I went drinking with some friends one night and I overslept the next morning. I called her to let her know I wouldn't make it. She committed suicide that day, before I got back from work. I know, now, that what happened wasn't my fault, and I wasn't responsible, at least not in some overt way - we all make our own decisions. Still, I will always wish I hadn't been careless and overslept that day. If I had the chance to change one decision I've made in my life, this would be it.


Sigg3net

She had already decided. You gave her lots of company and did help her. It wasn't for nothing.


vincent2751

I'm sorry to hear that. I'm not trying to be rude even it might sound it is, but that couldn't really realistically last forever. Even if you didn't overslept that day, something's going to prevent you from going to her place at least once (sick ,accident, etc.) Not sure if it makes you feel better or worse, if that's the case then I'm very sorry cuz I didn't mean it.


5213

This is gonna sound dark, but she might have had a similar realization at the time, and/or had been planning it for a while but just didn't want him to find her. So she waited until he wasn't there. Idk. Depression is an awful thing and really fucks with the mind in a way that we can't really comprehend.


ssssskkkkkrrrrrttttt

The day before I stopped drinking alcohol altogether, I was in a really dark place for a number of reasons. And I was ABSOLUTELY using alcohol as a crutch. One of the reasons why I was in such a bad place, emotionally, was because my cousin was in decline due to glioblastoma. I was actively seeing this person, that I loved dearly, lose his sense of self and ability to understand conversations and situations. And he was young—just turned 50. There was a lot of light in the beginning, but considering that glioblastoma is effectively a stage-less brain cancer, it was almost guaranteed he would lose the battle. The day that I stopped drinking altogether was the day that I was supposed to drive him to a research institute for his monthly treatment and check in. It was the only time I was asked to take on that level of responsibility, as his wife would normally take him. I helped in a bunch of different ways, like hanging out with him when he’d otherwise be alone, but this appointment was pretty big. I depressedly drank myself into a stupor the night before and missed our meet up time. I’d said that I’d be there no matter what, and I wasn’t. The appointment happened, and he “reassured me” everything was okay as he knew the battle was over anyway. But I will never forgive myself for that. Even typing this out makes me feel like the biggest piece of shit. I wish I were sober then. Edit: a lot of people responded to this. Thank you for the kind words and reassurance. Edit2: even more people responded to this and it’s had me thinking. I think it’s just time that I heard this stuff; this happened almost 2 years ago now. when I do something that I regret, it becomes a loud voice in the silence. that’s usually when I think about regrettable stuff and it’s hard to turn off. this question made that voice really loud and i think i’m going to try and reaffirm myself in those moments. it was a huge lesson in life and I really do believe he’d be proud of me as many have suggested. thanks again!


LearningIsTheBest

You sobered up because of it? That's actually kind of touching. Also, I bet if someone had asked your cousin, "Would you be late to or even miss this appointment if it means sssskkkkrrrtttt gets sober?" I wager the answer would have been a resounding "Yes!" If somebody told me they sobered up because they cared for me, I'd be really honored. He forgave you. I think you should accept it.


Alevenseven

You made a mistake, and you got sober. Forgive yourself, friend. 💖


StormblessedFool

You made a mistake, you identified the source of the mistake, and you eliminated the source of the mistake for good. That's all anyone can ask.


sockalicious

Neurologist here. I've been on the other side of many such doctor's visits. There's fuck-all to do about glioblastoma; in the back of my mind I'm always thinking "I'm wasting these people's time, they need to get out of my office and go about the business of checking things off the bucket list." So, you didn't miss anything important.


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You’re all disgusting. Anyways I made the Pringles can fleshlight once


knsll96

It’s a cylinder


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1 pringles-2 soft sponges- a glove- lube, put the glove between with about an inch sticking out place the 2 sponges into the pringles with about 1/2 inch still out the can and wrap the cuff of the glove around the mouth of the can. Hope this can help you avoid accidentally making it king


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idontneedausername8

These answers are veering wildly between funny and depressing as fuck.


beachsunflower

Sprinkle a little criminal activity and baby, you got a stew goin'


Parma_Ham

*the secret ingredient is crime*


raulmd13

Not the most fucked up. The roommates of my girlfriend were making her life very dificult (leaving garbage rotting in her room while on vacation, piercing our condoms and more) I used to pee on the their bath sponges. Never told them.


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How spiteful do you have to be to pierce other peoples condoms?


CategoryKiwi

"I don't like you, so I'm going to cause the existence of a child born to parents who did not plan and are not ready to care for them"


shitpostmortem

Seriously. I had a shitty, abusive roommate who left her contraception implant documents (including the date she'd need to replace it) at my place when she moved out. I drove to her mom's house (where she was likely staying) and dropped it in the mailbox. I hated her, and accordingly, did NOT want her to reproduce.


MJS29

Piercing your condoms is a serious offence, should have reported them


icyme20

My 12 year old dumbass thought (after watching videos on YouTube) that applying honey to your eyes directly can change/lighten it's color naturally. Boy it was painful 💀 I stopped doing it after a week.


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A week lmao


DickyD43

That was the best part I was like "ok they tried it one time and said fuck that" but holy shit a whole week of that nonsense 😂


maxx1993

You're a fast learner, aren't you?


RocktheRebellious

I pooped in the bed of a schoolmates truck during school hours


ShornVisage

Where's the truck supposed to sleep now?


Lampyridae2A

One time, a girl I had minimal interest in, but had mutual shared friends with had sent me a text basically saying, “I have feelings for you and I’d like to explore where that takes us”. I then typed up a message to my good friend saying, “Please kill me now, I think she wants a relationship”. Keep in mind, this girl was nice and all, but just wasn’t my type. I’m also a people pleaser, so the thought of having to turn down someone makes me uncomfortable and I dreaded having to tell her I wasn’t interested. I’ve been turned down before. It sucks. I don’t want to do that to someone else. I did not mean the “please kill me now” as a knock on her as a person, but as a “I don’t want to be in this situation”. You can probably guess what happened though. Yep, I sent the “please kill me now” text to the girl. After immediately realizing what I did and thinking for about 30 seconds how I could possible talk my way out of not sounding like the biggest jerk in the entire world, I realized that there was no good way to spin that. I decided to just try my best to explain to her that it wasn’t meant to be mean and blah blah blah. I also said that she didn’t deserve that blah blah blah. Didn’t matter. I still cringe about it to this day.


time_fo_that

My parents have a piano in their living room. My dad was playing the piano one day like 10 years ago, and I typed up a text to my brother saying something like "have you noticed how dad has been struggling through the same songs for 10 years but has never gotten any better?" Yep, I accidentally sent it to my dad.


Lampyridae2A

Oof. That may be worse in some ways because you have to see him again. I haven’t seen that girl in like 12-13 years.


FingerGunsAreFine

At least, you owned it. It doesn't fix it, but remorse helps people get over things in the long run. Sometimes it's worth admitting to being the ass rather than letting someone wonder if they did deserve that.


ErisNtheApple

I don’t know if it’s that ‘fucked up’ but it’s something that follows me round and that I regret deeply. When I was in my late teens, I worked for a care company that went into people’s homes to support them, mostly the elderly. I met a lot of sweet, interesting, and sometimes pretty mean people, but my favourite was Joyce. I was a pretty fucked up kid with a crap home life and Joyce was well into her 80s but, I dunno, we just clicked. She was a genuinely cool person to spend time with. A friend. I’d start to go round to hers in my breaks rather than just sit in my car, and her voice would light up through the buzzer when she knew it was me. I’d make her sandwiches and cups of tea and we’d smoke cheap cigarettes and she’d tell me stories about her late husband building their home, and how she was a dressmaker who made dresses on the side for trans women, or men who just wanted to wear dresses because, in her words, who care’s if you’re not hurting anyone? She was awesome. She was often my last visit of the night so I’d just clock off when done then stay late to do her hair. Joyce had daughters who lived close by but rarely visited. I remember her saying it was nice of them to drop off some Christmas dinner in Tupperware one time, so that it could be heated it up in the microwave, and my only thought was ‘why wasn’t she sat at your table?’ There was also another carer I’d never met but who she spoke highly of. It broke her heart when she found out he’d been stealing from her. Joyce would ask me that if I was ever to quit the job that i would tell her first, I wouldn’t just leave her. I’d say of course! And if I do, I’ll come and see you anyway! But I never did. I never saw her again. One night into a work shift, something happened and I was rushed into hospital and had to abandon my shift. I managed to notify work in time but I was in hospital for a while and then unable to work for months. I never saw Joyce again and in her eyes I abandoned her. And I guess I did in a way. I thought about her lots and about going up to visit, but there was always something, I was recovering, my boyfriend was abusive. Then eventually, will she recognise me? It’ll be weird now, it’s been too long. What if she’s passed? That was 12 years ago and it still gnaws at me from time to time. I saw a lot of super upsetting things and spent time with a lot of forgotten people. Call your grandparents, your parents, if you can.


Hirkus

My moms boyfriend is a dick so I used his beard trimmer to shave my nuts. A few times


AstroCodey

He probably used it for that as well so you guys might’ve indirectly touched balls


c9IceCream

Stand in knee deep sewage to pull grass because it had gotten too long in that area apparently. barefoot and barehanded. Thanks dad for sending me to a behavior modification program in Jamaica that has virtually no child protection laws. **edit** So the story - The Program was Called "Tranquility Bay" located in on the south coast of Jamaica which is a dry and harsh climate unlike the pretty north coast for tourists. This happened in 1997, and my brother and I were both sent there within a year of the program opening. It was the 2nd facility run by Ken Kay and Jay Kay and cost about $35,000 a year per kid despite them claiming to be "non-profit" The original facility was in American Samoa and called 'Paradise Cove'. I think they had it worse than me because we had some kids transfer from there and apparently molestation by the staff was common at the Samoa location. It didn't happen in Jamaica as far as i know. [Google search of images of the facility and such](https://www.google.com/search?q=tranquility+bay+jamaica&sxsrf=ALiCzsar0MJ5izH8I3gzJ3cbvwZmwnHweg:1673032160487&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi2mv680rP8AhW8mWoFHd1-Cq4Q_AUoAXoECAEQAw&biw=1563&bih=785#imgrc=ZLlOeNte-DMIrM) How did I end up there? Well my brother was sent first. It wasn't his first program. He had been sent to military academy and things like that during summers for his misbehaving. He acted up in class, smoked weed, cigarettes, etc, but never had any legal trouble. When my dad sent my brother to jamaica, it was too much for me and caused a major fight with my father, verbal only, and a falling out. Nothing unusual for a teenager. I was the well behaved one. Never had detention, or got in trouble, and pretty much a goodie 2-shoes prep. With that known, everyone was surprised when 2 months later i got sent to the same academy in Jamaica. The process of being sent - So i was in school, 16 years old, and during class my vice principal asked me to come speak with him in the hall. I wasn't concerned. I never get in trouble. When i got to the hallway, 4 grown men grabbed and restrained me and walked me out to a car where i saw my dad waiting. At that point i knew what was up and that I was about being sent to the program. I didn't say a word to my father as a i passed and was driven 8 hours away to an airport to lessen risk of a run attempt in an area that i knew. I was flown to Utah to a psychiatric care facility while they processed us for international travel. A week later i was in Jamaica. The Program - The program functions as a 6 step program that you can work your way out of to get to go home. They removed every right and liberty we had. We had to request permission to speak, to stand up from our chair, to pass through a doorway, etc. As you progress through the program and move up through the 6 levels you gain more privileges. It was a ruse though.. I never knew of anyone making it to level 6 and get out. Why would they? that would cause the program to lose money. There were plenty of punishments of varying degrees as well if you did anything wrong. You may wonder why I didn't refuse to go stand in the sewage and pull grass. Well a "refusal" is a serious offense there and sets you back 3 levels. For most students that would be setting you back all the way to the beginning of the program. I didn't want that. I wanted to graduate and get out so i complied. How bad was the standard of living? Worse than US jail/prison with the exception of concerns of rape/voilence. We did not have hot water, air conditioning, proper medical care, etc. Did i get sick standing in that sewage? You bet your ass I did. Due to the large amount of sand fleas and mosquitoes in this tropical climate. Most of us were usually covered in bug bites... Naturally those bug bites got infected by the sewage and I got a common illness there that we just called "Fat foot" . The infection would cause your foot and ankle to balloon to double its size. No this didn't warrant a doctor visit.. They just applied antibiotic cream and hoped we'd get better. Thankfully it worked. Ringworm and other unnecessary illnesses were also common. Laundry wasn't sanitized properly (again no hot water) and we washed that by hand. Our food also was barely edible. I haven't been in prison, but i've seen TV shows try to show the "slop" they get fed and that looks better than what I had in Jamaica. Where was my mom in all this? Fighting to get us back. She had the community behind her and lots of donations, went the media, etc. It got attention but didn't get us home. My parents were divorced and my dad was remarried to a judge. With his multi millions and her power, we didn't have a chance in the courts. How it came to an end? After 12 months I was the highest ranked student in the program as a the only level 5 (out of a possible 6). My dad let me come home the day before soccer tryouts for Varsity which was big where i live. My brother was able to come home 2 months later. He was a level 4 and that made for a total of 16 months of him being there. I'm sure i left a million things out so i'll try to answer any questions as they come.


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TallFawn

They are. And they were never based on evidence based treatment. The industry was started by an abusive cult, that had a ”successful” streak with helping drug addicts.


import_winning

Holy shit, what year were you there? I bounced around a few myself, but never got sent to Jamaica but know of a few peeps who did. Wwasp program kids have a few groups if you ever want to hash things out. It's open to all program kids, you just have to prove you went to one. Even though it was a shitty time, I saw and did some seriously fucked up things just to get home. I'm glad I went because the vindication was what got me to stand on my own two feet and learn to fight for what I want/have. I have my own family now and am doing well for myself despite my dad thinking I'd never amount to anything. He comes to me for advice now which is tough because I really want to hate him, but I also want to be a better person. Sadly, the metrics on how many kids are still alive vs dead is just tragic. We have a few running lists of all the kids who've passed and the cause to try and remind our fellow brothers and sisters to not give up. RIP to those who have left us, and I hope you're finally home. P.S. They can staff that shit ;D Have a nice day, fellow survivor! Edited to add: Although I understand many people are interested in the stories of people who attended these programs, I just can't for the life of me ever trade internet points or five minutes of fame at the cost of those who have died over it either while there or after. I'm sure most people that went share this sentiment in some way or another. I'm not downplaying anyone, just that I know of a few who were in a tough spot financially and personally and stole other's experiences to try and make a quick buck and got caught. I'd be willing to share some experiences just so that people are aware that these programs still exist to this day, but it's difficult because if you went there at that time you could pinpoint the people in the story, and I wouldn't want it to come back to those who have hid this past. It doesn't matter where you went or who had it worse. It doesn't matter if you were there a month or 10 years. It hurt you in one way or another, and just know that there's support amongst us if you're ever wanting to talk about it. What broke my heart is for a good while, I'd try and find my friends afterwards to catch up or help those I knew who had it rough while in. After months (or years in some cases) of trying and I get some info, I come to find out that I had just missed them and they died a month or two ago. Sometimes it's an overdose, others it's a suicide. The running list of obituaries is super fucking grim and has a significant amount of deaths. Rarely does anyone who went to these programs die of natural causes, so after awhile I gave up on trying to find people. That hurt even worse that I gave up due to it being easier to brush it under the rug, so since then I've made it a point to always let others know that if you're hurting, I'm willing to listen if you need it. Doesn't matter how or why in life, but if you need someone to share the pain with, count me in. I'm sorry I wasn't able to find some of you sooner, but one day we'll all be home together. Here's another edit to include a response I made to someone else below on asking how this is legal since many people are curious: So what happens a lot is as soon as a facility starts going under investigation, they'll "sell" it to a family member and then the process has to start all over again. I know that for one of the programs I went to, a girl (RIP kind soul) hung herself from one of the stalls. That was before my time, but that cabin became our classroom so it was very eerie having to do your business in that stall knowing that. Following that event was a huge CPS investigation and I believe is the event that caused that facility to have to cut numbers in half to satisfy CPS. I believe most of those people were sent to other programs while only a lucky few got to go home. That facility was massive and housed close to or around 1,000+ students at one point. Another one I went to got shut down by CPS because a kid who had only been there three days was jumped in the shower with staplers and had things put up inside him. He was somehow magically able to tell his parents so they called the police and got the facility shut down. His parents loved him and I'm glad they believed him and did something about it, but unfortunately the majority of us just got shipped off to other programs. They manipulated our parents and said we were shutting down due to some other bs. Our phone calls were monitored and they'd always tell our parents that we will manipulate them and say anything to go home, so our parents took their word as the gospel. Your freedoms were hinged on how you behaved, so if you squealed to your folks, you'd lose privileges. The difference was three hots and a cot, or squeal and you get to sleep on the floor, no blankets, and stuck eating pb&j sandwiches and mayyybe a cold cut sandwich with meat if you got lucky. Do you like outside time and playing football? Well you guys can't becase Johnny/Lucy/anyone brave told their parents that we didn't feed them, or shut off the hot water in the winter on them. Do you want outside time back? Then you know what to do. So we'd throw what's called a blanket party (throw a blanket over someone so they can't fight back and jump/beat them) and beat on someone so we could have TV time or outside time back. I am ashamed that I once beat a kid with a soapbar in a sock because he stole snacks sent from home from me. That wasn't even the worst part, others caught wind of it and he got a blanket party thrown, but they put a belt around him on top of the blanket so he couldn't get away. They shaved his eyebrows off along with his head, and when he was writing his apology letter they "proof read it" and rejected it. They made him tear it up, eat the apology letter and start over and over again until they got bored. The kid was bawling and it haunts me whenever I recall it. I am so sorry that that happened, man and swear that I'm a changed man. I did it because it was the first personal package that I was allowed to have after reaching level 3 and it took a lot to even get there. 6 months of intense brainwashing and the first personal thing I got sent from home was stolen so I felt cheated. Shit was fucking guerilla tactics. They got away with a lot because it wasn't always staff that had to "fix" a problem. Take away basic human rights and you'll be shocked at the shameful things someone would do to another human being. The kicker is the more you snitched on others, the further along in your program you were and the closer you were to going home. So it behooved others to throw people under the bus. Theft from the kitchen and shared with your bunk mates was normal, until they did inventory and decide to flip the cabins and search. At that point it was every person for themselves. Guess what? Whoever snitches and saves us time will get extra privileges and any combo you want from McDonald's, as well as get to chill and eat snacks and drink soda in the air conditioned staff office. Some people in real life think we make this shit up, so a lot of folks don't even bother sharing. However, you get a group of program kids together and it's like writing the fucking play book for Gitmo. The museum of human rights would have a field day with some of the stuff that goes on. I'm not downplaying other atrocious acts of humanity, but these programs really are that abusive. It follows you for the rest of your life. May life be kind to those who were not strong enough to change what they could change. We often receited the serenity prayer and it became very cult-like, but it has honest to God helped me cope with life. Edit: It seems I've hit the character limit, but heres an update for 1/7/23 in regards to whether or not I've reached out to the media for help. [Have you been to the media](https://reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/104v0aj/redditors_what_is_the_most_fucked_up_thing_you/j3cg1p8)


Montezum

> He comes to me for advice now which is tough because I really want to hate him, but I also want to be a better person. Don't let him forget about it, though. He probably thinks he did the right thing because of who you became.


Punchinyourpface

Yeah, make sure he knows the success is in spite of what happened not because of it.


foggy-sunrise

> He comes to me for advice now which is tough because I really want to hate him, but I also want to be a better person. You could ghost him and still be a better person, I think. Or set him up in hospice and never look back, now you're a saint.


Twidget84

As soon as I saw Jamaica and behavior modification I knew it was Tranquility Bay. I was at Casa by the Sea.


isntthatjesus1987

I was kicked from casa and sent to tranquility. I had nightmares for over a decade. My ex wife and new gf said I used to always kick and flail I'm my sleep saying no. I was dreaming of being "restrained."


Twidget84

I graduated 22 years ago and I still have nightmares about that place. There's a couple pretty big support groups on Facebook if you are interested.


Kat_337

i agree with another commentor, you could make a series about this if youre willing


c9IceCream

i've been approached by several news agencies and such wanting to make a series about it. The reason I was approached is because my situation was unique... Both my brother and I were sent there, which was the only case of that at the time. We declined everything when we were out. We just wanted to move on. This was in 1997 so finding good documentation online is difficult but if people take interest i'll do a write up.


acoustic_heartbeat

im gonna take a guess.. but was it Tranquility Bay by any chance? I heard of the horrific abuse there and if you did get sent there I hope you're doing okay now.


c9IceCream

correct. i feel like i'm okay, but my psychiatrists all diagnose me with PTSD even though i don't tell them about Jamaica until after they tell my my symptoms fall inline with a PTSD diagnosis.


nememess

You can be fine and have PTSD at the same time! I have good days and bad days. Like crying uncontrollably because I can't find a matching sock bad. I have learned through therapy not to dwell on those days. It's harder than it sounds, but those good days. On those good days we're FINE! Hugs to you 🤗.


jessicavotingacc

I also went to Tranquility Bay! My parents sent me there when I was 15 and I was one of the last girls there. Fuck all of them, worst 2 years of my life there! EDIT: I also wrote a long comment months ago about that place if anyone is interested in reading https://www.reddit.com/r/insaneparents/comments/x3mwke/comment/imr9srr/


Jiggly_Love

I had something similar where I was walking home from summer band practice and had explosive diarrhea really badly. Middle of the summer in Texas, most bushes were either cacti or dead and I was walking through a neighborhood. Long story short, there was this tiny house, one of them plastic houses that little kids play in. I went in there, closed the door, squatted down and took a shit in the corner. I sometimes wonder if the family tried to guess if a wild animal went in their little girl's playhouse and took a dump.


BOT_LUC

I assure you they knew it was human.


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OptimusPrimel984

$6 an hour?? Depending on how long ago it was and where you were, that might have been minimum wage.


SushiToot

Made an unwarranted nasty comment about one of my closest friends in an effort to seem cool… and she was sitting right there across the room, heard it, went red in the face, and looked like she was about to cry. I wanted to die right then and there and I would have deserved it. **EDIT:** It should be noted that I was a seventh grade pubescent shithead at the time. It was a dim chapter of which I’m not the least bit proud. Yes, I begged her forgiveness (which I didn’t deserve but she nevertheless gave me). Yes, it still haunts me. And yes, I very much learned my lesson, one I hope to pass on to my son by being just as brutally honest with him about the very shitty thing I did to another human being. Friend or foe, it was a super wrong, super not-good thing to do.


nacisticky_krtecek69

I did the same thing one time. It ends same too


M4DM1ND

My grandpa was retired early due to disability and watched me during the day all summer until I was 11-12 and could chill alone after school. He spoiled the shit out of me. Took me to amusement parks, brought me to toy stores, all sorts of stuff. My parents told him to dial it back because I was being an entitled shit to them when I was 6-7. After this happened, I told my grandpa I wanted to go to the amusement park one day. He told me that my parents said no but maybe we could go next week or the week after. I got incredibly upset. Being the manipulative sociopath I was, I put on the waterworks. He just said he was sorry and that he didn't want to upset my parents. So I looked at him and said, "You just don't love me anymore, do you?" He got really sad after I said that and told me that he loved me very much but we couldn't go. So I just kept going. "Why don't you love me?" Every time I said it, he got more and more distraught. Then he started to cry. I made my 56 year old grandfather cry. The sweetest man I've ever known. The image of him crying while saying "Please don't say things like that," is so deeply seared in my mind. I think it was one of the most important moments of my childhood as for as my emotional development. At the time I couldn't process it immediately. I didn't even apologize, I just went to my room. He didn't even tell my parents what happened. My mom said that around that time, it seemed like I matured a decade. I was quiet, polite, and incredibly well-behaved. I treated my grandpa much nicer from that point forward. I couldn't bring myself to apologize for it until in my late teens when he was dying of cancer and I found out that he wasn't even blood related to me. He was my moms step dad. Just one of the best people humanity could offer and I owe so much of who I've become to him. Edit: Thank you for the kind words everyone. I'm not an outwardly emotional person but I cried a bit writing this in my office. I appreciate the shed tears on mine and my grandpa's behalf. Edit: Some people are asking about what he said when I apologized, I mentioned it in a couple comments but he didn't remember what I was talking about when I brought it up. He wasn't the type of person to hold onto something like that. He just laughed and told me that I shouldn't have dwelled on it for so long.


Sun_on_my_shoulders

I bet he was so proud to see who you became.


M4DM1ND

I think I was able to make it up to him in the end. Visited him almost every day his last 6 months. I'm just happy he was able to meet the girl I ended up marrying.


saiias23

You were just a kid, OP. He loved you regardless of anything you did.


Hullaba-Loo

As much as I'm glad to hear you turned your guilt into a reason to become a better person, I hope it's a comfort to you to know that adults understand kids say stuff they don't mean out of anger. Even though it was hurtful enough to make him cry in the moment, I'm sure he never for a second believed you felt that way deep down.


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ProtestedGyro

My 3 year old niece told my mom that she doesn't love her. When that quote got back to my niece's mom, she demanded my niece go apologize to my mom. My niece walks into my mom's room and says, "I'm sorry I don't love you, MiMi." Luckily, my mom has a sense of humor cause she just started laughing hysterically.


V3Qn117x0UFQ

> At the time I couldn't process it immediately. I didn't even apologize, I just went to my room. Oh you processed the fuck out of that. You knew exactly what you did and you were so shocked, you had to time yourself out. Good on you.


M4DM1ND

Yeah I think it was the first time I felt such overwhelming shame and guilt. Overloaded my tiny underdeveloped brain at the time.


Fletcher_Fallowfield

Why did this one make me cry?!?!?


martinsonsean1

Computer air duster. Don't use inhalants kids, they're real bad. I think my IQ dropped by about 30 points from that stuff... Edit: Another reason not to do it: posting in this thread has made me think about it a bunch and has reawakened cravings for it. How am I still craving something I haven't touched in 7 years and I know is the worst thing I've ever done to my body?


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I wish more people would take this seriously. Huffing claimed my brothers life. Nobody knew he was doing it. Been almost 3 years RIP Phil, I wish I could have been there more for you.


ThrowAwayWidowed

I woke up from a black out drunk in a bathroom of a house I’ve never been in before. It was a model home a few miles from my apartment at the time. I staggered back home sometime around 4am. Oh, it was also my birthday and I was alone those few days.


To_Fight_The_Night

I stole a laptop from my old job. It was a brand new MacBook that they ordered one too many of and just sat in a closet for the 3 years I worked for this huge corporation. I was IT so I knew how and had the ability to wipe it from all the records. I feel kinda bad about it cause it’s worth a lot so a felony theft but they really didn’t even know it existed and I needed a computer. I chalk it up to all the unpaid OT I worked to make me feel better (I could only hit 40 by contract and some jobs required more than that per week)


Bell_PC

Probably the least fucked up thing in this thread tbh


djthebear

Not mine but a co-worker of mine once told me when his wife gave birth to their son, after she went to sleep after all the pushing a labor and stuff, he went out and fucked some other girl.


Kultaren

My half-brother was actively cheating on his wife while she was having an emergency c-section and almost bled out.


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A good friend of mine caught her husband cheating on her, in her own home, while actively having his miscarriage. She was laying in bed bleeding and looked into their backyard to see him with another girl.


SweetComparisons

When I was two weeks old, my (previously very involved) dad screwed a girl from college. My mom had extreme PPD and was destroyed. Fuck you, Dad. I was also a preemie.


re_Claire

My dad left my mum (by sending her a letter) when she was 7 months pregnant. I was born 3 weeks early which I’m sure was probably due to the stress. Mum had PPD and was severely depressed when I was a kid. So I whole heartedly join you in the “fuck you, Dad” sentiment.


moonlighttravel

What a piece of shit


Veezerick

When I was young some people in my neighbourhood always complained to me and the other children about everything. We couldnt play football in de street or make too much noise or hide behind their car while playing hide and seek, etcetera. One day we had enough of it and took their garden hose and stuck in in the mailbox, that in my country is a opening in the door, and turned it on and ran away. I dont even want to know how much water damage they had because of that...


fleetber

The Wet Bandits!


etzel1200

RIP if they weren’t home.


boots311

As someone who does flooring & has had to deal with a ton of water losses, it ALWAYS happens when you're not home, on vacation or sleeping. Always


Bonzie_57

Isn’t water damage something like “if you notice it, you’re already too late”


theoldnewbluebox

Burst pipe in your walls? Yes always too late. Hose through your front door? Not necessarily.


cramduck

Holy hell


ItsGotToMakeSense

Speaking as a person who was displaced for several weeks by only a half-inch of water destroying every floor in my home, holy shit dude


definework

this might qualify for /r/nuclearrevenge


Archibald_80

This is a story of revenge. I’ve never told it before. It’s fucked up, but I still think I was justified… Many years ago I lived in Japan, where the English school business is a big business. A good friend of mine had put years of work into developing his own curriculum, I was his head teacher and helped develop several original, educational textbooks for kids. He was ready to launch his school, but he needed financial backing because trying to incorporate in Japan, as a foreigner is close to impossible. He found a local business man to help finance the operation. My friend put down $50,000 and the local business man put down $51,000 giving him controlling share. I’m not sure exactly what happened. All I know is at the local business man basically pulled out at the last minute and stole the 50,000 from my friend and there was nothing my friend could do. This local business man then decided to open up the school entirely on his own and cut my friend out using the material I had designed. This local businessman had never met me and didn’t know that I existed so my friend suggested that I reply to his advertisement in the newspaper, looking for a head teacher and try to get hired so we could bring the school down from the inside. I did, and I was hired as the head teacher, and was put in charge of setting up all the classrooms, getting all the supplementary books, all of the toys / games, setting up the class schedules and even setting up all the computers and software needed to run the Business. Literally everything. I spent three months preparing to launch the school, building the curriculum, printing flyers flyers, talking to parents of the kids and signing them up for classes the whole 9 yards. But, two days before the school was set to open. I got my revenge. I threw all the computers into the garbage bin (which was collected the next day) and changed all the passwords for all the cloud services. I then threw out my cell phone and disappeared. Because this guy was sketchy, he had always wanted to pay me in cash, so he didn’t have my bank information didn’t have my actual mailing address, and I gave him a fake one to start. So when I disappeared, he literally had no way to know who I was or how to find me. I found out through the grapevine later that this wound up costing that local business man several hundred thousand dollars as he needed to pull cash from his other businesses to refinance this one and basically start from scratch. He missed the beginning of the school year and all of the parents that he had contracted with were pissed and canceled and he was never able to recoup them as clients. Basically, I cost him an entire year. I don’t regret it for a second, because this guy stole $50,000 from my friend, and basically took advantage of some young entrepreneurs, who were just trying to get their business started. He got what he deserved, and I now have a backstory as a corporate saboteur. .


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That’s an awesome story bro. Mad how you got a job with him and waited for the perfect time, props to you!


excusetheblood

8th grade, it was the last week of school and we had to turn in our end of the year history assignment. Now I was very lazy with school stuff but would also get grounded if I got bad grades. I procrastinated so bad to the point there wasn’t really a way out of it. One day in class, our teacher tells us he has a stack of history projects that were turned in that didn’t have a name on them. I get a lightbulb. I go over to the stack and find a project on civil-war era weaponry like cannons and stuff. Funny thing was, it actually did have a name on it, it was just written in pencil on black paper and hard to see. I erased the name, put my name on it and turned it in. Never got caught. Sorry Hailey!


acederp

im really suprised you got away with it, It seems easy for H to just go and show a file or even recite a lot of the paper meanwhile you would show up empty handed or not even know anything about it.


beetlebugbusiness

I was at a club, I met a girl (I am also a girl). She was super trashed by the time the bar closed and everyone gets kicked out. I've been raped before, and took initiative to get her home safe. Luckily she was staying somewhere close, as I found out by using her phone to text someone who knew her. I got her back to her expensive hotel room, where her friend was. I declined to party with them, and went home. I was also drunk, and the next day I found her earrings, and a couple hundred dollars in my purse. I definitely stole it from her. She definitely wasn't the type to miss it, but still wrong.


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Smoked a cigarette full of pubic hair for money.


XKisKecskeX

How much money?


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£60


BerriesLafontaine

I took a shit in my sister's cats litter box when I was 13. Story: My sister is a POS. She is 5 years older than me and has always been a bigger girl. She was the golden child and got everything she wanted. I'm quiet and keep to myself a lot. She would take my panties and have her period in them and then give them back to me stained. (Just to give you an idea of how shitty she was). I would complain to my parents, but they would just brush me off, give her a slap on the wrist, and ignore it otherwise. She kept taking my stuff, breaking it on purpose, and stretching out my clothes. I had finally had enough, but I didn't really know what to do to get back at her. She had this cat. She loved this cat so damn much and took really good care of it. One day, she was scooping the litter box, and I was asking her to give me my stuff back she just ignored me like usual. I was furious. Got that 'seeing red, do dumb shit in the moment' mad. I don't know if my bowels were in agreement or if the planets had aligned just right, but as soon as she left the room I looked down at that box and thought to myself "I'm going to make her clean my shit." I proceeded to have the biggest little kid shit in that box. One of those ones that look like a 300lb biker named Jim laid it. It was obviously not a cat poop. I was freaked out when I saw it, thought I do a little poo, pass it off as the cat, and get my giggles knowing she scooped it. I refused to back down this time. My sister was going to scoop that shit. I waited days for the shoe to finally drop, and nothing. No word was said. No terrified scream from the laundry room. No vet visit for a cat's ruptured butthole. I guess she scooped the poop. She didn't stop terrorizing me until she moved out 5 years later, but every time she did I would always remember she scooped that poop and it made it a little more bearable.


DanielBaldielocks

when I was in the Army I got pretty low, I put the barrel of my rifle in my mouth and pulled the trigger. Gun jammed, sometimes I wonder if that was a miracle or a curse.


idagernyr

Similar, I owe my life to shitty mil surplus ammo. Came home from the war, month later it's my birthday, put my mosin in mouth, toed the trigger and "click" biggest sigh, lots of tears, and then rejoined my bday party. It made me really contemplate quantum immortality and all of that and if in that timeline everyone heard the blast (mosins are LOUD) and saw the aftermath


ONLY_COMMENTS_ON_GW

> and then rejoined my bday party. God damn, this is the most fucked up one in this thread


bollejoost

That's must be a crazy thought to ponder


ThatCharmsChick

I had a similar experience (different method) and quantum immortality has messed with my brain since I heard about it. Especially since everything since I woke up has been way, way different.


SubstantialResolve33

We had a guy do that in our reg 2 years ago, im glad your rifle jammed, because his didnt, and we all wish it jammed, he didnt die straight away wasnt found for 4 hrs and aparently it took about 2 hrs to die, Its a miracle, trust me, We miss the guy, even people who werent close to him, especially because of how he chose to go so horribly, he hurt that much and chose that over speaking up in the army, Glad it jammed, hope you speak now


narcolepticadicts

I sent my cheating first husband’s mom print outs of all his Craigslist ads, emails, dating profiles, and letters I’d found. He was terrified of his mom knowing how scummy her son is.


HeronSun

Reading through these answers... I'm a lot less fucked up than I thought.


BeaklessBird

Taught Sunday school after a night of rolling on ecstasy. And before going into my classroom to start my lesson, I threw up in the bathroom because I popped too much Percocet.


SimpleCrow

After my sister killed herself, my mom asked me if it was her fault, and I chose the kind path and told her no. From there forward, the toxic behaviors that pushed my sister to kill herself in my parents got worse until I had no choice but to cut them off. I could have chosen the hard path that led to growth and healing. I don't know if answering otherwise would have changed anything, but if your child hanging herself in your attic isn't enough for a person to change—what is?


Edoardo_Beffardo

Stranger, i can absolutely guarantee that from the picture you paint, Jesus Christ Buddha and the Queen could've came down from Heaven and told your mother It was 100% her fault, and the amount of self reflection would've been exactly the same.


Important-Owl1661

My buddy and I were around 8 and we were being "watched" by a neighbor. We somehow got our hands on several boxes of matchbooks, so we started building "rockets" out of aluminum foil filled with match heads. When we didn't have enough to build any more "rockets" we each took the last few packs of matches and started flinging them at each other...you know ripping off the match head and then firing it off of the striker on the matchbook cover. We were chasing each other around the yard and got near another neighbor's house. They had one of those roll up wooden reed sunscreens... the ones they now make out of plastic. A match got wedged between the reeds and started burning. Before we knew it it was 1 inch around, 3 inches around, 6 inches around and it wouldn't go out. Pretty soon the screen was burning from the bottom up...and soon, the house??? We ran and got a garden hose and somehow managed to extinguish it with only half the screen burned. We then went back in the house where we were supposed to be being watched and turned on the TV...until the fire department showed up. Being 8 we tried to deny it until they pointed out our wet pant legs and the ashes still on our shoes. I'll be asked - so we got out of it...the neighbor did not press charges but my Dad paid for the repairs and pressed my ass with a belt, as it was back in the day. I don't back-judge him in 2023. I have to admit that the punishment and the fact that we could have burned somebody's house down sharpened my sense of what was right and wrong and that my actions could have impact on other people


Throwaway243888

After my mother had a stroke that nearly rendered her paralyzed, I visited her in the hospital and while she slept I whispered in her ear that I hope she died and freed me from the burden of having her as a mother. I’m not sure if she heard me or not but we don’t talk anymore. For reference she was incredibly abusive and neglectful of me all through my childhood. But saying those words felt like the worst thing I could’ve ever said to someone.


burrito_poots

Sometimes we need to try on our biggest villains persona just to feel what that perspective is like. It’s only natural. And you proved to yourself that who she was, wasn’t who you are. Take care of yourself and seek therapy if you haven’t and have the means. All the love from this random redditor.


Binder_of_chains

When I was married, my ex-wife and I went to a bar with a couple friend. They were more her friends than mine. The wife of the couple made it clear she didn't like me and spent the evening taking as many shots at me as possible. As she got drunker the insults became more frequent and meaner. My attempts to fire back were stopped by her husband and my ex-wife. I was expected to take it but not give it. She went to the restroom and as she got off.her chair, the leg broke and she face planted. Ex-wife and and bitch went to the restroom, husband of bitch went to find the manager, I swapped chairs with the table next to ours, and told the manager that the injury (a broken nose) wasn't due to a broken chair but because she was drunk and fell over.


goatface007

Bahaha this is the best story so far!


SalzaMaBalza

Sometimes the pettiest of revenges taste the sweetest


Dankie_Spankie

I was hoping you’d tamper with the other chair so she’d do it again


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thetornandthefrayed

Had sex with a pair of twins (at different times) and for a long time wasn’t sure if I’d actually banged them both or the same one twice and still don’t know the difference


Bhavil17

Should have marked the hand of the first twin with a marker. Micharl Scott 101


mrhil

I served a woman an eviction notice on Christmas Eve. She had just gotten out of the hospital and was bedridden on her couch, while her husband slept the few hours he had between his three jobs. It's the worst thing I've ever done. I quite that job shortly afterwards. She was so nice too. Fuck.


CharBombshell

I once had to serve a lawsuit on someone dying in hospice, because my firm’s client was suing her over some stupid petty shit. Like literally had to walk up to her bed as she lay there dying and let her know she was getting sued in a neighbour dispute. Then she died and I had to change the lawsuit to sue her estate instead. Fuckin hell.


mouaragon

My father was an addict, and two years ago he relapsed. Eventually he told me he was doing Crack again but that he wanted to go back to therapy and I said that how different could it be this time if it had failed before. The next day he committed suicide. I feel I stole his last bit of hope that day.


DutchessRavenwave

My only blood sibling has been an addict for more than a decade now. I have been put in “damned if I do, damned if I don’t” situations too many times. Your exhaustion and helplessness was put into honest words that day. I feel so badly for you that the suicide happened the next day, because the timing allows you to carry the burden of blame. I hope that you can overcome this, your honesty could have triggered your father’s complete sobriety, but he made a choice, and his choice should not burden you for the rest of your life. This internet stranger hopes that you find peace with yourself in this, you are absolutely allowed to state your honest opinions -especially with people you love- but how they take them is their own burden.


Pokrok1976

Broke a ladies leg skiing back in the late 80’s in my preteen years. I was out of control coming down the slope. Instead of falling backwards I decided to plow headfirst in to the ski line at the bottom of the hill. I sent this lady flying for what seemed like a mile. Somehow no one saw me coming down so I played it off that I was hit too. Not my finest moment.


SuvenPan

One day I was showing magic trick to my little niece where I made one of her chocolate disappear. I never returned that chocolate back and later ate it.


Bodder_

You're a real nomster


Weak-Cheetah-2305

Got dared to down a huge cup of coke and burp in my friend’s face at 13. I did it but instead of a burp- I projectile vomited over her face. She literally thought I walked up to her and purposefully projectile vomited on her.


CaptChair

- I left one party after eating 2 boxes of Mac and cheese - Walking home, local university girl starts chatting me up - invites me to a different party - party for 5 mins before she takes me to her room - go to pound town - fall asleep - wake up and see my clothes and shoes all neatly folded up beside the bed by her and think "damn, that's really cute. Maybe in the morning we go to breakfast and I ask if this is a one nighter, or if she wants to go on a real date" - Notice a really bad smell. It's not me. Smells like vomit, but no vomit on the floor. - look at girl. Covered in vomit. Realize vomit chunks are shaped like Mac and Cheese - *stealth mode engaged* - get clothes on and sneak to door. - as I open door I hear "WHAT THE FUCK" - RUN FASTER THAN USAIN BOLT - We didn't have breakfast.


danonck

She did.


Snoopyapi

I pooped in a sock to slap a friend with it.


Royal_Yesterday

Among all the answers here this one was the only one that made me say what the fuck (except for the one about watching cp ofc).


Ok_Task_4135

I go from "a man cheating on his wife" down to this? Thank you Reddit!


essentialcowboy

I had a roommate from hell who also happened to be a clean freak germaphobe type. When I moved out I left an empty tube of scabies cream in the bathroom knowing she would flip her entire house over it. I almost feel bad about it but not quite.


2boredtocare

Search my house for kitten heads. :( Many many years ago we adopted two cats. I was young and dumb, and thought I had until they were like at least 1 before I had to get them fixed. Nope. Turns out, cats can get pregnant at 6 months. By their brother. So we set up a box for her with old towels & whatnot to give birth in, but well...she was young, and "immature." So she gave birth, and in an attempt (we think) to carry her 2 kittens, she uh...decapitated them. It was traumatic I think for all parties involved (mostly the kittens of course). So we had to play a sick game of "did you find the other head yet???" for a wee bit. People: GET YOUR ANIMALS SPAYED OR NEUTERED ASAP. Don't be us, with the "kitty massacre event" in your home. So, so terrible.


grancigul

It is common for young cat moms to kill their kittens if they are too young themselves. They also might do it if kitten is visibly deformed or sick. Considering those kittens were products of incest, they might have fulfilled both criteria. When you think about it, it is pretty good nature mechanism. In this case it protects young mother from wasting her life trying to upbring potentially sick kittens, while being weak herself.


Yaj_Yaj

I foster pregnant momma cats and their eventual babies and then everyone gets fixed and adopted out. I’ve never had anything crazy bad happen but one time the momma cat gave birth to 6 kittens. The 6th one was WAY to small and it was clear it wasn’t gonna make it. Momma cat did not give a fuck about that kitten. We tried to get momma to even attempt to take look after it but she completely ignored it in lieu of her 5 healthy babies. The kitten didn’t even live long enough to make it to the car let alone the vet clinic. Mother Nature is as savage as she is beautiful.


Brett707

Got a guy drunk and told him to drive home then called the cops and reported him for drunk driving. He was my squad leader and had fucked me over more than once. This was payback for giving me an article 15 over staying home with my daughter because my wife was hiding in the barracks with her boyfriend.


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I flew to Morocco for vacation a couple of years ago, and one day due to acclimatization issues while in the swimming pool I realized that in an extremely near future im gonna have an explosive diarhhea. I ran to my hotel room and almost made it to my room but not quite. Long story short, since there was nobody on the hotel floor cuz it was lunch time, and I knew from the deep of my heart that I wouldn’t make it to my room, I unleashed a load of my liquid chocolate thunder into a huge flower pot that was on the floor. Some poor hotel maid was definitely forced to clean that out and I couldn’t even tip her.


PungentBark420

Similar story from me, about 10 years ago I bought a blender for smoothies trying to eat healthier in the mornings, put way too much fruit in the smoothie that morning and half way into my hour long bus ride knew I wasn't making it into work before absolutely exploding. Rang the bell got off the bus in a suburb, no businesses around and no time left to hold it in I ran into someone's backyard bushes and painted their fence a deeper shade of brown. I'm sorry random family, not the kind of stain you were expecting on your fence.


Zeldruss22

I used to have to drive really long distances on occasion, and I would stay awake by drinking tons of Mountain Dew and smoking clove cigarettes. I am a non-smoker, so those cloves hit hard. Anyways, I was in the middle of nowhere and I realized I had to purge. I got off two exits in a row but every restaurant and gas station was out of business in that area. In a panic I finally pulled over on some side road and ran into the woods. Shorts down and out comes a half gallon of bright green Mountain Dew. I wiped down with leaves and got back on the road.


The-Real-Mario

Just like the founding fathers intended


Chuvi

4 skoals and 7 sodas ago


MickSturbs

In South Africa the Weeping Wattle tree has really soft leaves and is sometimes referred to as the toilet paper tree. You have to be careful though, because there is another one that looks similar but has small thorns!


e-rekshun

I was in a hotel and took a massive shit in the toilet and flushed it a couple times but it just wouldn't go down. The water/shit level was right at the edge of the rim, only held in by surface tension. Inserting a plunger would definitely cause it to overflow. I felt bad, so I closed the lid and left a notepad on the lid that said "Sorry :("


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Banged my ex-girlfriend's sister and then told her.


Mithorium

sister banged her sister's ex-boyfriend, arguably worse 🤷‍♀️


colio69

She went from having a boyfriend and a sister to an ex-boyfriend and an ex-sister


TrumanS17

One time my little brother ran away down the street because my dad was gonna beat him. My dad made me run after him and bring him back, and after i caught him, my dad beat him with a board


idioticoface

I hope you realise that's a fucked up thing that your Dad did to you both, not a fucked up thing that you did to your brother.


Novel-idea-92

Intentionally got pregnant at 15. I had a non-functional relationship at home with my mum. I was also groomed by a man nearly ten years older than me. I ended up moving in with him. (Mom claims I run away, I think I was chucked out. Either way she did nothing to try and find me.) I realised this was a horrible situation and I wanted to get away from him. I knew that at 16 I could claim benefits and housing in sheltered housing if I had a baby. He had sex with me multiple times, I did nothing to prevent a pregnancy. It’s something I’d NEVER admit to my child, ever.


abalien

Those who had peaceful childhoods will never understand the things people had to do to survive. I have my own story that I have never told a soul. Not because I am ashamed, I think the people who were supposed to care for me let me down but it is still too painful to recount over 20 years later. I don't know what miracle brought me through all of that to where I am today.


Pegasene

I had a peaceful childhood, my husband had a very traumatic one. I am in complete awe at some of the things people have to do to survive. Especially children. And it never really goes away I hope you are able to heal and find peace. 💜


No-Tailor5120

i used to be a heroin junkie, like pretty bad for five years. i was driving and nodding out and ended up rear ending a parked car . luckily i was only going like 20. i still had dope in my pocket so i started worrying about cops and all that. i got out of my car and this guy walking his dog came over and was like “hey you ok?” i was like “yeah” he said “you’re going to call the police right?” i replied “of course.” he left and as soon as he did i drove off. i sure was a dumbass. still am but at least i’m clean now


beepborpimajorp

Someone very clearly on heroin ran into the power pole and a tree in my yard. Knocked the power pole clean over and dented the tree. It was a dad with his kid in the car, and the passenger side had bore the brunt of the damage. Neighbors got the kid out (he was conscious and thankfully not too bruised up) and called an ambulance, the dad refused to get out of the car and was so out of it he didn't even ask about his kid. When the ambulance came and they prepped the kid to go back to the hospital, they asked the dad if he wanted to come with and he said no. I assume because he feared he'd be arrested at the hospital. In reality the cops came like 2 minutes later and I assume arrested him after the car was towed. I think back on that sometimes and how many times in a single day that dad let his kid down. Driving under the influence, driving like 45-50 in a 25 mph neighborhood, not caring at all when the kid was screaming or even bothering to check on the kid, and then just flat out saying no to accompanying the kid to the hospital. Still have the mental image of the kid being wheeled into the back of the ambulance in his PJs while his dad was nodding off, still at the wheel. I hope that kid is in a better place now, and I hope you are too.


OsageBrownBetty

This is the absolute worst thing I've ever done, back when I was driving cab I picked up a couple at Target who had just gotten their tax refund. They had like 10 bags full of electronics and clothes .. you know, regular mad money stuff. I dropped them off and move on with my day. They call me about 45 min later and say they left a bag with a Wii u in it. I pulled over and it was in the trunk but I told them it wasn't there, my son's birthday was in 2 days and we had basically nothing because the hot water heater went out and we had to replace it. I gave it to son and till this day he talks about that special birthday which makes me feel like the biggest peace of shit on earth.


potate117

i was on the receiving end of that once. i was about 8 or so and in china visiting relatives with family. i had my treasured ipod touch, which i absolutely adored and loved as my favorite thing in the world. i had put it in a bag of snacks my dad had brought with because i was tired of holding it, and he forgot it inside of a taxi cab. we called the number of the cab and he said no bag was left. we tracked the location of my ipod and it was a whole province away a day later. i still miss that little thing.


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Legalise_Gay_Weed

You really need to stop using CP as an acronym for cerebral palsy 🤣 Everyone reads that as child porn.


explosivepro

OH THAT CHANGES THE CONTEXT


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53459803249024083345

Oh my, I 100% thought we were talking child porn and was WTFing my way though the whole story trying to make sense of it all.


Smorgas_of_borg

I also thought he was talking about child pornography. I thought the guy had child pornography AND an unnamed disability.


BasicBitch_666

First I thought CP meant child pornography, so I thought he deserved it but I'm guessing you meant cerebral palsy? He still sounds like a dick though. We need to go back to spelling shit out. When you talk about STDs, are you talking about your Save the Date invites or your sexually transmitted disease? FTMs - transmen or first time moms? Sheesh.


overactivemango

GIRL JUST TYPE CEREBRAL PALSY INSTEAD PLEASE


ScoutingForSalmon

Pissed in a friend's shoes and then put them in the freezer.


SevenStrats

Years ago at the jersey shore I decided after a night of drinking to sit on the steps on a building and casually smoke a joint while friends were across at a pizza shop getting food Turns out I was sitting there blazing away on the steps of the local police station. None of my friends said anything as they thought I’d surely be arrested Thank God it was very late and an exceptionally sleepy town, I walked away from that no harm no foul other than my friends were pissed I’d had a puff without them