What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?

Your post has really touched me, what you went through is child abuse plain and simple, I really hope you are now in a much better place, living a full and happy life, and of course can completely understand why you are no contact with your parents. I wish you lots of happiness.

Yes, you do sound nice…

When I was a teenager (about 12 onwards) my parents stopped paying for anything I needed

(My mother is a narcissist and my father goes along with whatever she wants)

Food/sanpro/school uniform/school books/school shoes/clothes/teenage treats/chocolate/period painkillers etc-i had to fund it myself

I got a babysitting job that would pay £5 per day (stay over,get to,get the kids to school,go to school myself,come back,pick the kids up,start the evening routine,put them to bed,rinse and repeat for years)

Dad wasnt very hands on and mum was either in the pub or at work-they split up and mum really went on a bender with dad in the background

I also had really bad periods-id go through a pad an hour/hour and a half and had to fund these myself

One period,I had no money at all for some reason (I would have been about 14) and knew neither parent would 'lend' me a few quid for some always so I saw £10 on the side and swiped it

I bought the pads i so badly needed (didnt have enough for food so stole some pasta when they where out) and they knew it was me-i got into so much trouble but it was either that or miss school/work due to free bleeding and the cycle would continue (no work,no pay)

They are millionaires who could afford to miss a tenner but I still feel so unbelievably guilty and have paid my dues to them (financially and emotionally) in many ways since

Im now nc and they can't understand why

Killed a cat when I was 3 years old, threw it out of a bedroom window because my cousin (who was 5) told me to, don't know whose cat it was, it had wondered into my Aunt's house and ran up the stairs to one of the bedrooms, we followed it without my Aunt knowing or seeing the cat, it scratched my cousin who told me to throw the naughty cat out of the window. Cat landed badly and died, yes we were punished, rightly so, I bloody love animals, though I've never had a cat strangely.

I worked in a bakery shop when I was 16/17 with my friend, one regular customer was a real bitchy girl, she was regularly nasty to my friend, we would sometimes see this girl who would have been about 18, when we would be out and she was always horrible, calling my friend names etc. Really don't know why as we hardly knew her. Anyway one Saturday I decided I'd had enough and picked a scab I had on my elbow, placed inside this girls roll she had ordered and served it to her. No regrets at all.

I am nice honest

Living in a homeless hostel i was so desperate for food and no money i did use to take things from shops. if its any better i used to go to International the supermarket that was and take reduced sandwiches and yoghurts
In the same vein i have done sex acts for money would not now but at the time I needed money to live on saying sex acts it was only a hand job
i had to leave and my children go to a foster mum who was also a friend i broke down totally and was coerced by a dangerous nasty man who put me through two years of hell i only said temporary for the kids similar to staying with a grandparent for a short while but because i was so all over the place this bastard took advantage and I had no contact with anyone for over 2 years. in that time he knocked my teeth out, he knew i had a bad phobia about certain foods so used to delight forcing food down my throat until i would vomit then he would make me re eat it, shove me face first into a plate of hot stew, so many other things. i cry everyday about losing my kids and the lovely home we had.
leaving the darling little cottage i had i was so rude to my sister who tried to help and wish now i had listened to her
i regret my life from being sexually abused at 5 years to the life i have now

Had an affair with a senior colleague. I was in a relationship and he was married. It's been almost ten years since it ended and I think about it every day. I'm so ashamed and can't believe I did something so awful and betrayed my partner at the time. I can't reconcile it with my belief that I'm not a bad person.

A little thing I can admit to, and I find amusing, is to do with my husband on garden leave.
He had been informed he was on a verbal warning for refusing to do work which was both illegal and could have resulted in maiming, injury or deaths. (Think safety switches in a factory being removed - that kind of thing) He hadn’t had the appropriate training and was given a piece very different from the part he was asked to replace, refused to do it without the appropriate training or the directors signature on the work, meaning that if anything happened my husband would be liable for any jail time.
Naturally my husband refused and was given a verbal warning over the weekend. He fought it with his union rep on the Monday and got it removed. However, by the Tuesday, it was back and had been advanced to a written warning (although we never saw it) for insubordination.
Husband was seriously stressed, we have a new baby; he’s being told to do stuff he cannot do and commit to more hours and garden leave became his only proper option.
He found another job within 2 days, jumped ship and the day he left, I mailed a bag of elephant poo to the Managing Director.
We still know people who work there, apparently every year they hear about the MD getting something else from the random corporate client, opening at his desk and getting glitter bombed, covered in grass cuttings or getting a big bag of dicks to eat. One year I emailed him and sent a video of a cockroach with his name on being fed to a snake at a zoo. I send a different package every year on his birthday. This year will be a singing card that doesn’t stop even in water and if it’s ripped open…glitter and still singing. I’m asking for it to play “no more fucks to give” because he really hates swearing!
And no, he won’t recognise me from this post because he did this shit to so many employees!!

Not sure if having a poo outside as I was desperate is better or worse than an affair.

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You think have sex with two separate people in one day is an orgy?

Also saying 'wow' doesn't hide your judgy pants.

Wow, that must've been an orgy situation, yes?

Imagine if this was a men’s group….just leaving that there to think about for a moment

Jesus, sorry you had to deal with that utter creep ugh! Good on you for spitting in his tea but I don't know why you would even bother to entertain them every week if he behaved like that. Did you ever tell grandma he was a disgusting pervert??

I slept with two men on one day. On two separate occasions, four guys in total, as it were.

A bird ended up down the chimney. We phoned our gas engineer about taking the fire out and he recommended leaving it because the bird would get released depositing soot and bird poo everywhere. So that’s what we did. We left it to die.

After discovering my ex of 29 years had been living a lie and cheating etc
he was still living in my home before breaking the news to our child , for two nights
I could not bear to have him in the kitchen etc
so because we lived miles from delivery food etc and he had nothing to eat
I made him a sandwich which I left outside the spare room door for him
before doing so wiped the dogs arse with it
Poor dog it was sour dough so not very soft a wipe 😞

Wow, that must've been an orgy situation, yes?

Does karma still happen if the nasty person is genuinely sorry?
when I was young (14, many many years ago) I was really mean to a guy. I still think about it, and I am mortified. Only excuse was I was childish and stupid. I actually tried to contact him a few years ago via FB but he never replied. I would really just like to tell him that I am so so sorry, and that over 50 years on I am still aghast as how mean I was.

My horrible grandmother remarried to an even more horrible man. He used to try to feel mine and my girl cousins' thighs and told me to open my mouth when he kissed me. I hated him. They used to come round one evening every week and I used to offer to make the last cup of tea before they went home. I used to spit in his cup, every single week. Over the years he must have drunk a gallon of my spit.
When he died my boyfriend and I went for a drink to celebrate. My friend was in the pub and I told her Uncle Sid was dead and she said Hooray! 😂