“My Dad’s Truck Didn’t Randomly Break Down”: 40 People Spill Their Dirtiest Secrets

As a kid I was into computers and graphic design so I hung out at the art class all the time. I learned all the dtp and photoshop like software (early 90’s).

One of the learning exercises I gave myself was making a Wild West style poster - wanted dead not alive, and I used a digital pic we had of the school principle. I spent a fair bit of time, making it look aged, getting the fonts right, all that. Saved it on the secret folder I had on the Archenemies computer and forgot about it.

Someone clearly found it because years later (I’d left school for college) my sister who was still there tells me the whole school was dragged into the hall with the principle, quite angry holding the poster demanding to know who’d printed *hundreds* of copies and posted them.all over the school and local neighbourhood.

In 7th grade, I wrote love letters to myself and pretended I had a secret admirer. The class went crazy trying to figure out who it was. Even the teachers got invested!

I was r***d in college, but I never told anyone. Just moved on. I had to walk home in the pitch black dark. I even went to 7-11 to get food. I didn't cry until I got in the shower. I cried in the shower for hours. I had finals and then graduation, so I just wanted to get done with college. I didn't have anyone to talk to about it. My mom is a alcoholic and my dad is in prison .

A buddy noticed I was having a bad time at a party so we went streaking. We held onto our underwear in case as was always the rule. As we ran by the Catholic Highschool, to cheer me up he ran his underwear up the flagpole. It was there for at least 2 weeks. There was a big to do to find the persons involved.

When my ex’s wife is being a bad coparent or petty, I sign her up for spam emails or political emails from the opposite party.

I've been struggling mentally for months. It's been lie after lie, cheating, rinse and repeat. Partner said no to taking me away for a couple nights because "money is tight". I accepted that only to find out a month later he gave some strange woman online a few hundred dollars. He cashed in some vacation time for her. He was "in love" with her after less than 3 weeks chatting and no face to face. This isn't the first time he gave a woman money and got scammed. It isn't so much about the amount as it is the lying and putting some strange woman's wants about my desire to get away for a couple days.


Spent over 20 years loving and devoted to my partner. No one would even suspect him of doing this cause he comes off as such a clean cut, clean living person. 


Generally am a cheerful person who smiles at people and loves to make others smile.


People don't know because I keep my crying and having breakdowns at home. Drinking and getting high a lot. Been going out a lot more just to be around people cause I don't want to be alone sometimes. 


My heart aches... i tried to rebuild with him and trust again, but he goes back to the same behaviours. I feel disgusted at myself for loving him so long despite this. He says he is no longer in love with me. I can barely gather up enough strength to work and do what needs to be done day to day. .

I was s******l two years ago and somehow pulled myself out of it - without professional help or telling anyone. I couldn’t bear seeing the heartbreak on my mothers face if I told her I wanted to die. I don’t think I ever could.

My dads truck didn’t randomly break down, forcing him to buy a new one; I mistakenly put diesel in it because I thought all trucks took diesel.

I was the one who wrote the dirty word on the mirror in high school.


They had a whole a*s witch hunt trying to figure out who did it. The teachers threatened people, they questioned us, they went through our bags to find the offending lipstick.

It was me the whole time.

I lied about doing c*****e my whole adult life. I tell people it made me way too anxious on the comedown. I’m a bartender and I don’t want people offering it to me because I’ve seen that slope get slippery in real time.

EDIT: People saying it is a dumb thing to lie about - yes, it is. I was like 19 when I started in the industry and I’m 30 now. It’s a very 19y.o thing to lie about. Buuuuut, I’ve just stuck with it for 11 years because it seems to deter people. I’ve watched my husband get asked constantly if he wants a bump bc people know he USED to do c*****e. People don’t tend to ask me again after I explain to them “why” I don’t do it. I think it sticks with them that the answer will always be no, and not just no this time. Peace guys, thanks for reading.

Fifth grade. Computer room. I realized that I was sitting at an admin computer, fully logged in. I deleted a stupid educational program that we all hated using from the network. Someone across the room asked the teacher what happened to the program. They didn't know. Never had to use that program again.

I don’t have toes, I have tingers

Long a*s toes that look like I could swoop down an pick up my dinner.

When I was a kid my parents had to work late and couldn’t pick me up from school. I would have to walk about an hour and a half to get home(I didn’t like taking the bus). Because it was so far I would try to hangout at any of my friends house that would let me while I waited for my parents. Anyways one day I was passing by a friends house while walking home and I thought I’d call them to see if I could come hangout. No answer. I knew where they hid their spare key and for some reason I still can’t explain, I let myself in. I walked around shouting their name and no one was home. After about 30 seconds, I realized I just broke into my friends house. I quickly left and put the key back. I haven’t told anyone. Worst part is, my friend is Russian. With a scary Russian dad with a lot of guns. I’m thankful no one was home.

I like to cross dress. Been doing it for years and I’m in a long term relationship. I think she’d understand but I’m afraid she’d loose all attraction to me.

I'm not just a sleepyhead who needs a lot of coffee to get through work. I'm actually terribly depressed. Not the boo-hoo kind, there is no specific reason for it, I'm just tired and gravity is too strong. But I do feel insecure that my face always has tired bags, and I feel like I can't control how unhappy my eyes look dispite the fact that I do try to fake having happy energy a lot.


Like, I don't need to talk to someone about it. Really- I just need a lot of personal space where I can actually relax without feeling pressured or lazy about taking a minute for myself. That being said, relaxing comes with its own issues. Sometimes it just feels like no R&R comes without terrible costs that will inevitably make me need to sprint to catch back up.

I partially melted a wax seal from the Elizabethan era (around 1580). I was tasked with photographing it when I was in the school photography club, and used a powerful lamp which got a bit too close. Luckily I didn't do too much damage to it, but I did melt a small part at the bottom.

I was the girl who was having s*x with a guy on the theatre stage back in high school. The lights were very dim so you couldn’t make out our faces. The theatre director walked in, saw us and we ran off. He then gave us all a lecture in class. Didn’t ask the perps to come forward but to just never do it again. That news spread around the school like wildfire and surprisingly the guy never bragged to any of his friends. I certainly never told anyone. No one ever found out it was us.

I was the one who clogged the toilet at the sleepover back in high school. No one knew who it was, and the other 5 girls were blaming each other for it while I sat watching tv.

So I used to have a really close friend and we have a whole friend group together. We ended up at the same workplace as well. We dated for around 4 weeks and he broke up with me. We hadn't told any of our friends so now I have to sit next to him every day at work and on the weekends during hangouts pretending nothing happened. It's excruciating and I want to jump off a roof.

I started and ran a massive gambling ring that was across multiple schools in the north suburban area of Chicago. At its peak, I was raising thousands of dollars from around 50 students every week for a few months.

I'd make a cut off of coordinating every bet. My mom ended up finding around $3k in cash in one of my drawers with my bookkeeping records on paper.

She alerted the school and all the parents in my grade were alerted. One of the parents went to the media and it ended up hitting Bill O' Reilly when he was at his peak with Fox News. It also hit every major Chicago news station and various other news stations throughout the country.

All of my "clients" were suspended from school for two weeks and I got off Scott free because my mother was the one who reported it.

Edit: I was in 8th grade.