50 People Reveal The Deeply Disturbing Secrets They Found Out About Someone

A friend in the year below me at school mentioned that he's not allowed to do sexual education "for religious reasons". Fine, fair enough.

"My family," he added, "taught me everything I need to know already..."

The look on his face told me I shouldn't respond yet.

"...with, uh... practicals."

His parents were abusing him, together, and dressing it up as "sex ed". He lost his virginity at 11, to his dad.

I pointed out that that was insane, f****d up, and a serious, serious crime. He agreed to go to the police about it. Two brutal years later they were locked up, he spent the rest of his childhood in foster care, and by all accounts grew into a wonderful young man.

So I'm 37 and my dad calls me and says "Can you come over tomorrow? I need to talk to you about something." We'd just gotten back from a family visit that involved my aunt and uncle raving about their senior living community in Phoenix, and my parents are roughly that age, so I figured they were gonna sell my childhood home. Not a huge deal, but definitely not something you wanna drop on me by accident. No no no.

Instead I get there and my parents sit me down and say to me, "Fourteen years before you were born and before we were married, we had a son. He was adopted by a family in Sweden and he'll be here in half an hour." Cue the longest, strangest two hours of my life.

Someone confessing a murder. I'm a nurse and she was recovering from being unwell and it triggered her PTSD to be immobile in bed. When she was 11 she pushed her uncle down the stairs after he sexually abused her. She'd only told her husband. She was in bits- thought her illness was God punishing her. She needed a lot of TLC.

It was me. I mentioned that my mom, my daughter's grandma was coming to visit.

My then five year old was shocked to the core: "IS GRANDMA your MOM???"

I didn't know it was a secret.

My whole life growing up, my dad told me my mother was a drug addict and didn’t want me. When I was 21 I met my mom for the first time and as it turns out, my dad kidnapped me when I was 4 and she never knew where we went. Yup. I should be in therapy. Both are dead now and my dad and I never reconciled after I found out.

I was like 5 so it was less jarring, but I went to my grandmother’s house, ostensibly to show off the first tooth I ever lost (I was so excited lol), and there was an old man there I’d never seen before. My mom and grandmother were basically like “Tada! This is your grandfather!” I was just like ok, I guess he just fell from the sky and now I have a grandfather ¯_(ツ)_/¯.

When I was a teenager I learned the full story, which has a pretty wild component. My grandparents were very Catholic, like truly didn’t believe in divorce. And my grandmother, as wonderful as she was to have as a grandmother, was a very hard person to have as a wife or mother. So my grandfather had an affair. My grandfather and mother had a close relationship, and his mistress was jealous. I assume she saw my mom as the reason my grandfather wouldn’t leave his wife (they could have been childless, neither would have been willing to divorce). So she started stalking my mom. Would call the house and her work and hang up or whisper weird shit and threats in the phone to her, etc. My mom got suspicious, eventually found out, and told my grandmother. Both were pissed as hell. My grandmother kicked him out, and both of them cut all contact with him. This happened like 10 years or so before I was born.

But here’s the wild part: HE LIVED NEXT DOOR THE ENTIRE TIME. My great uncle (grandmother’s brother) lived right next to my grandmother, and my grandfather moved in with him. It must say a lot about him respecting boundaries, because I never heard him or caught sight of him whenever I was at my grandmother’s or my uncle’s house. Although I imagine it was really hard for him. My uncle’s windows looked right into my grandmother’s yard. I can’t imagine what it’s like to watch your children and grandchildren exist right under your nose and not be able to talk to them.

Anyway, at some point, they all decided to reconcile. The day I met him, he had already moved back into the house. And I’m glad, because he was amazing. He passed when I was 8, but in those three-ish years he became (and remains to this day), one my favorite people on the planet.

My brother had his appendix out when he was about 13. 5 or 6 years later he confessed to me that he made it all up to get out of doing some homework. He made all the right noises at the doctor's surgery who sent him to hospital, where he fooled them again.

After the operation he says the surgeon spoke to him and said it was odd because there wasn't any inflammation. I am amazed that in the days before the internet he knew where his appendix should be.

He is 50 next year and my parents still don't know...

several months after my mom passed my aunt decided to tell me that my mom had given a baby up for adoption when she was 17. somehow he had contacted my aunt several years ago wanting to meet his birth mother but my aunt decided to play gatekeeper telling him my mom was ill (she had dementia but was still functioning several years ago) and she didn't think it was a good idea.

why did she even tell me? It's too late. I can't ever get answers to my questions. I tried a DNA website hoping to find him but no matches came up.

in my moms last few months she kept asking where the baby was and calling a name I did not know. at least that makes sense now but I feel bad that I kept telling her there's no baby and we don't know anybody by that name.

When I was 11 I had a friend reveal that her step mother was abusing her.. she made me promise not to say anything to my mom or any other adult. I agreed, we had weekly therapy sessions with a guidance counselor if you wanted it so it was my day to go and I just felt like I needed to tell… so I did. The counselor ended up reporting it and CPS got involved and my friend was made to live with her mother. She was so angry at me for telling but I felt it in my soul that I should. We are still friends to this day.. both of us 29 years old.

I had a patient who, on his deathbed, confessed to sexually abusing minors while he was a soccer coach for many years. He said he had no idea how many, but it was in the hundreds and he wished he could go back in time to do it again. I walked out and threw up.

That a majority of people from my Dad's side of the family "borrowed" money from my great grandmother and never paid her back. I'm talking like 10-20 thousand dollars each person. My uncle, my Aunt, my Grandmother, my Great-Uncle, Great-Aunt

Apparently when she died they all fought over the remaining stuff in her house, and what money was left over.

My Dad never asked for money. Never asked for anything. And after she died, all we got was her Van.

That actually leads into another secret. That Van was then handed down to me, as I had just gotten my license as a teen. It was a good van. Heated seats. Good speakers. TV in the back. seats went all the way down. Hot boxed that van so many times, got lucky in there as well. I loved that van. Then I learned that my Great Grandmother didn't actually die in her living room like I had been told. She died in the driver seat of that van. Just died while putting it in park one day. I feel very weird when I think about everything I did in that van now.

I was a bridesmaid for a friend, who had problems with her MIL. I went to have a chat with MIL, after her brutal verbal attack at friend, while at the bridal shop. I found out that MIL was raped by her FIL & BILs multiple times and her husband supported this. MIL wanted to brake the engagement, after she overheard her husband, BILs & sons talking to the groom about sharing friend with them and groom told them that will consider it.

My aunt murdered her second husband to marry her third, then she made the kids go to the lake and campground where their dad died every single summer for vacation.

My cousin just dropped this bomb, like, “oh yeah, my mom isn’t a good person and I wish everyone would quit acting like she is.”

My brother owns a restaraunt that has an old school counter service. Same customers every day. Very popular place. This one guy, a city worker came in every work day religiously . One day he finishing his lunch calls my brother over and tells to call the Prosecutors Office. He admitted to killing a classmate in school 20 years prior. My bro said he was casual as could be . Just said it was time to be accountable. You never know.

That he watched his son die of an overdose and didn’t do anything to help. He told me that his son had battled addictions for many years and that he had called an ambulance in the past when his son had overdosed, but that he thought it was better this time to “just let him go since he made his choice”.

My mom used to like to drop things on me casually amidst a normal conversation. I called them Mama Bombs.

One Christmas after my dad died, over breakfast she said, “Well, back when Stephanie and I were sexually involved…”

It took a minute to sink in and it was like a series of puzzle pieces clicking in my head. So many things made sense.

Stephanie was her close friend from work. They were both married to men. Stephanie was a good 30 years younger than my mom. My mom had never mentioned romantic feelings or relationships with women before. They were both in pretty lonely marriages and for a time made each other very happy.

Literally just happened to me. I have an almost two year old son with my ex girlfriend of over 4 years (we broke up not long after he was born). Come to find out she cheated on me throughout nearly the entire relationship with at least 5 different people and was even cheating on me well into her pregnancy. I am absolutely devastated and should probably get a paternity test.

My friend from uni hid her pregnancy, had the baby, and gave it up for adoption without telling anyone. I regularly saw her throughout the pregnancy. She didn't really show or put on weight and only found out she was pregnant herself at 7 months. One day, I noticed she was at the hospital as she had left her location on snapchat. I messaged her in a panic, asking if she was ok. She brushed it off as visiting a friend. I found out three years later from a mutual friend that was the day she gave birth. I had actually caught up with her for drinks 2 days after she had the baby. I had absolutely no idea that she had literally just given birth 48 hours prior

I had an old girlfriend who was coming to Florida and wanted to hang out with me and my wife, she brought her mom, who I knew pretty well. A great dinner, drinks, fun stories, then when my ex went to the bathroom, the mom told me she (the ex) was dying of cancer. (I had No idea). It was sad, but yet felt so good she wanted to hang out. She died within a year. We were probably 35 years old at the time.

At the start of this year, my mom got drunk and let it slip that I was adopted. At 30 years old that was and is still a trip.