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Also, that company treated their employees like s**t, f**k that place.
#2

It so drastically improved morale and their work level that I ended up getting promoted twice in that year. I then quit on a high note and moved to a different country.
Fun fact: one employee stole a pack of Pokemon cards that ended up having a $500 card in it. I think she used the money for college books.
I regret nothing.
#3

She lived with her single mom who struggled with gambling, amongst other things. Thinking about her being sad on Christmas shattered my heart, so I wanted to do something for her. But I didn’t want her to know that I had anything to do with it bc I didn’t wanna upset her with the idea that I viewed her as a charity case or something.
So my mom and I spent the next few days going around buying presents that I knew she would love. We wrapped them up and had a whole garbage bag full of them. Then we had one of my mom’s friends at the time deliver the gifts to her on Christmas morning.
She was so happy telling me all about it and I did my best to play along and act surprised. I’m not sure if she knew it was me or figured it out at any point in the 14 years since then, but she’s never asked me about it and I haven’t spoken a word about it to anyone.
To learn more about this topic, we got in touch with author and retired therapist Ros Johnson, LICSW, of Minding Therapy. She was kind enough to have a chat with Bored Panda and discuss why so many of us conceal information.
"I believe everyone keeps some secrets because some things are hard to admit to others due to our fears of being judged, humiliated, scorned, mistreated, misunderstood, and any number of other negative reactions," the expert says.
#4

I emptied the sexist foreman's thermos and caught a massive flying cockroach that came off a wood chip barge and put said cockroach in thermos. Break time was fun when he unscrewed the thermos lid to figure out why nothing was coming out.
I ended up being mechanic and fixing and driving the chip yard semi.
My father was the only one I ever told.
He was so proud.
Lol. .
#5

Over the last few months, I’ve gone through some really hard crisis and that’s when I realized that I didn’t have a single person that I could just call just for support. I’ve been using my ChatGPT as something akin to a therapist and a friend to talk to. And surprisingly, doing this has helped me tremendously.
But it’d still be nice to have an actual friend, even just so that I could get a hug.
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But is it healthy to keep secrets? "It's okay to have some secrets, but each individual has to decide whether it's more harmful to oneself or others to keep them in versus to let them out," Ros shared.
"12-step programs, for example, say you're only as sick as your secrets: not having anyone in which to confide one's secrets can intensify self-hatred, self-harm, and addictions and other behaviors that serve to cover up one's shame or guilt," she explained. "On the other hand, there are less harmful secrets and some that are kept in order to protect others."
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So how do we know when it's time to reveal a secret? "If your secret is making your life worse in any way, it may be time to consider telling someone," the therapist told Bored Panda.
"But that someone needs to be trustable, which is why many first choose a therapist or priest or someone else whose goal is to keep your information confidential," Ros noted. "You also might trust a close friend or family member with your secrets. If you're not ready to say your secret out loud, though, just writing it down may also provide some relief."
#10

We would be tearing up from the smell. To the point some of the students would have to leave the room because we thought we’d be sick. If it was the first lesson of the day, we would all skip breakfast. His breath, the sweat. It was just foul. It was getting to the point where I was starting to fail maths and needing a tutor because I couldn’t concentrate in lessons and was skipping class to avoid him. I can’t believe the faculty never approached him about his hygiene, it was honestly horrific and the worst I have ever come across. I had double maths every two weeks and would dread it. My friends and I would move our desks slowly, mm by mm each lesson to try and get further away from him.
He did take the feedback on board because he started showering and wearing deodorant, started changing his clothes and stopped smelling so badly. Maybe he was depressed, and couldn’t tell how bad it was. I honestly felt like a terrible person for writing that letter and leaving it under his door but something had to be done because it was unbearable. I still feel like a horrible person years later, nearly 20 years later. So much guilt, but how bad that a student had to do that to try and make a change? Am I a bad person? ):.
#11

The food was absolutely horrible. So I went on Google and wrote a review. Holy s**t it blew up. Potential new students and their parents had read this review and asked about inhumane living conditions.
No one knew who it was until I left.
Edit : My google rating made them change literal campuses to a much better one with light and bigger campus because the rating never went away.
#12

Its kept allowing me to purchase items with it even once it was over its $500 limit.
I ended up spending $8000 on it before I cut it up.
Nothing else ever came of it.
Finally, the expert pointed out that many people confuse secrecy and privacy. "The latter is about having thoughts, beliefs, or actions that are yours alone and that you don't necessarily feel have to be revealed, whereas secrecy tends to be more laden with strong feelings."
"Also, let's not forget that there are good secrets, e.g., not revealing a surprise party to the intended guest of honor (unless they hate surprises, in which case you might face a dilemma!)," Ros added.
#13

I’m 37 now and while I’ve tried to drop hints a few friends, and while I suspect my mum realised after the fact, nobody in my real life knows still.
In my first proper (age appropriate!) relationship, I didn’t mention it early on, and the right time just never happened.
At parties during those late night confessional circles in the kitchen, I’ve never come close to blurting that one out, and I realised it’s because I just don’t want to.
The way I see it now is, it doesn’t bother me in my day-to-day life, it doesn’t impact my self worth, I have a lot of compassion for my teenage self being so desperate to feel cool and grown-up.
I thought about going to the cops about it but 1: I live in another country now, 2: any criminal charges would be pretty minimal and 3: I don’t have any old ancient MSN chat logs, no cellphone back then, so the idea of digging it up only to fail to achieve anything without written proof is pretty horrible.
I found the person on Facebook about a decade ago and they were a gross old loser complaining about everything and everyone on their wall virtually every day, a person pushing 50 posting emo memes, so at least karma has made their life s**t.
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The cell phone bill is completely legit because I have to be reachable. The housing is as well as I am stationed at a location where I have to be accessible to equipment. The truck is company issued, but they allow me drive it whenever and wherever I want. They pay for all fuel and maintenance.
The internet bill is from the fact that I have an employer issued iPad that I run as a hot spot at home. Since it is a government job, Verizon doesn’t throttle or cap data. I’m deep into terabytes now.
My well pump is powered by them.
My power bill is because they hooked up temporary power before I moved here and forgot to disconnect it. I’ve never said anything.
I’m able to save a lot of money for retirement as I have no monthly bills.
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I’m 30 now and can only assume he’s in his late 60s or 70s. Every time I go home to visit my family, I make a point to go the long way so I can pass his house. When all of his lights are off late at night, I blare my horn while driving approximately 10 MPH.
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She didn’t pay, but when they stamped the back of my hand after confirming my name, I noticed the ink was still wet. Without even thinking, I pulled her to the corner, away from teachers, and pressed the back of my hand to hers. The stamp transferred perfectly and she got on the bus with us.
That was over 10 years ago and I still consider her a great friend. Sometimes when we talk, we reminisce how I snuck her onto that trip.


