After a month long coma last year after an attempt, I’ve put so much work into my mental health and I’ve never been happier and more proud to be alive.

: Just putting it out there that this isn't a literotica, I actually went through this : Also I'm not going back and forth with trolls or people calling this fake I'm just going to simply block you.

I am a 37M. One of the businesses I am involved in is creating fetish content. It is all in fun but the money is a bonus. In my time on a social app I have met 2 people (33M I'll call him Z and 33F I'll call her Aye) in the community. Both are somewhat famous and they go together. The man is more popular. He has always been a fan of what I did in the past. I ended up meeting them both 2yrs ago.

We would sometimes all three of us talk on the phone with each other, for hours. Over time we have developed a solid friendship. Their lifestyle is obviously different than mine and more luxurious. Aye started participating in the fetish community. She became very popular in it as well. Eventually Z wanted her to work with me. They both wanted it. The content would involve feet--as in foot fetish.

She is a gorgeous woman and I am very popular in the community. So ideally we want to make the best content we can for her and all parties.

Now...I have to mention that I have autism. The female friend, she also has autism. So in more ways than one we related very well to each other. I never imagined ever doing content with her. I saw her as a friend. Never cared for it. But I am a pleaser and love to help. This was a good networking opportunity for both.

She traveled to my town. I was excited to see her for the first time. I even made a gift for her. He didnt travel with her. Idk why. But another female friend I have met, before Aye, was traveling with her. When I got to the airbnb I met with Z and my other friend. The other friend couldn't participate with us because she had other ventures to get into. Me and Aye went to her room to start things.

Everything was normal for this type of thing. I warmed her up by giving a foot massage. We talked. Then made the content we needed to make. After that, we talked more. I mean for hours. She even gave me a reading with her tarot cards. It was really a vibe.

What I noticed were the comments she was making that just seemed to mean more than what I was reading. She kept commenting about the size of my private part. Which is normal because it is always seen on content. But it was how she was saying it. I started to feel kind of flattered at some point.

One thing to note is that Aye has very beautiful feet. Probably the best I have encountered doing this. So in the midst of us yapping, I started to worship her feet; that involves rubbing and kissing them. I never done that before with other ladies. But with her I felt comfortable. She felt comfortable. I asked her if she ever had her body worshiped before and she replied, no.

I noticed moaning sounds coming from her. Ignorantly that is something I did not expect. Some ladies don't get aroused from it. She gave me a look. Her eyes just pierced into me. At first all you could see was her huge lashes but at that moment I saw her eyes. One thing led to another, I started kissing her legs. It snowballed from there.

We didn't have any kind of rough sex. I can describe that as making love. Everything was sensual. From me communicating to her, going to her speed, gaining her trust not to hurt her.

The next night she asked what I was doing. I came back over because I wasn't doing anything. We ended up having sex again but it was better this time. In my almost 4 decades of living I can honestly say that was the best, most pure sexual experience I've had. She expressed the same.

The talk came up of how she would tell Z. Her and Z are poly. I've known this. But from what she explained, he gets his women. A bunch of them. She likes women more but she does like men. BUT, she doesn't like just any kind of man. When he decided to step out there more, she said that she was ready to explore herself. But he was telling her something like: Yeah you can be with another man like an old man or something like that. He even suggested she do another content creator. He also commented something like, "Idc if you go fuck 20 dicks." It was how he said it. She isn't even the type of woman to do that, at all. She was just trying to see what he was comfortable with.

From what she explained to me, she wants a gentle man. I am a gentle man. Z isn't so sensual with her. Also he keeps another woman around from the community that we all know; she doesn't like Aye. Which is weird to me to keep someone around that doesn't like your lady. But they have a dark dynamic that doesn't allow them to break from each other. She expressed feeling safe with me, And the fact that we are both autistic is just the icing on the cake. I told her tell him when you are ready. She said it was best to wait because he is dealing with a friend passing.

Well as soon as she flew back home, she told him. The autism in her wasn't going to wait. And she wanted to tell him in person rather than over a phone. He was mad about it. Then he said he wasn't mad about it, he only wished that he was told about it first. But I caught some posts he made on his social media about me betraying him basically. He didn't name me. The thing that bothered him was the fact that we are friends. He wanted her to do it with someone else I suppose. But again, she is extremely particular about what man she chooses to be vulnerable with; I mean SUPER picky.

She said it was her fault because she should've communicated to him first. She was trying to figure out what impression did I give him. Because it looks like I plotted on this to happen. I never plotted for this. Me and Aye didn't know this was going to happen at all. We were just going to shoot content, talk, and call it a time. But she blames herself heavy. I don't agree with it because it takes two to have that type of sex. But I understand what she was saying.

I could feel both of their hurt. Him feeling betrayed. Her feeling as confused and fucked up as I am as neurodivergent people. She said that she's never connected with an autistic man before. She cares for me deeply. I care for her as well. She is the first autistic woman I've ever had that with.

Sexually we are very compatible. Because of how I look, women generally want me to do rough sex or pound their lights out. With Aye, everything was in harmony. It was actually making love and not something out of a porn flick.

Poly life is something I just don't understand as of now. I have had a similar instance where a guy introduced me to his woman and ended up getting UPSET at her for coming over to my place. He was a FB friend of mine so it made things awkward.

I said if he is poly then what happened shouldn't be the issue, right? But I think it was because he wasn't communicated with but ultimately I am his friend. I didn't look at sex with her as someone I conquered. I actually was happy to please her. Heal her. If it were me and I were poly; if my woman who isn't comfortable with any type of guy ended up linking with a friend who I know is a very solid guy, I would've been good with it. Of course I'd be upset that I wasn't communicated with though. But ultimately, I'd be happy she's with someone safe and values her well.

We kept playing it back in our heads. We couldn't find out why we got to the point that we gotten to. All we both know is that we really enjoyed it.

But the boundaries were crossed. I feel so fucked up. Me and Aye were texting. She told me he's not laying next to her. And I know that hurt her. I don't think the community will feel the same for me anymore. I want to leave cold turkey but that is my emotions speaking. The money I make helps me at this time. I am going to just silently bow out.

I used to think the universe was speaking to me when it comes to all this dating stuff. I just think I am being laughed at. I just want to be left alone. I don't want any dating or anything. Because every time I encounter something good, it gets snatched away somehow. And now our friendships aren't the same.

Im 19 female, turning 20 in the end of the year. Ive been living a rough independent life after running away from my abusive mother and having to make due with college dorming because that's my only source of stability.

Its been a year now that ive been independent, I never truely intended to get addicted to nicotine. I work at a gas station job and i found out that there was old tins of pouches that fall from the back and stack up under the shelf, I was curious, I snug one into my pocket knowing the risk that I might be caught, but my boss is very incompetent with checking the cameras.

And basically thats how I started in June, I take it to sleep because it makes me sleep better. But its been months that ive been taking it, and im scared that im starting to be at that point that theres no turning back, and it hurts because if any of my family or my boyfriend know they will judge me heavily, my boyfriend had told me before that he was heavily against it and will break up if i ever start it. Im scared he will find out, I dont want to lose him as we are a strong pair and never keep secrets from eachother, I have only been honest with medical professionals to keep track of my medical records, but thats only it. I want to stop soon but I cant help to indulge, and thats the worse part. As I cannot sleep without it now.

I always have hope that I can overcome it, because when needed I stopped taking it when I was injured. But I had got back on it and cant help but feel the dread that my impulsively will be the nail to my coffin.

At work, whenever someone sends out a mass email that clearly should've just gone to one person, I get a little evil and hit Reply All with something totally pointless like “Thanks!” or “Got it!”

Every time, it sets off this chain reaction of at least 10 other people doing the same thing, and I sit back and watch the flood of unnecessary emails roll in. It's petty, but honestly? Weirdly satisfying.

Sorry, coworkers.

Years back. Me and live in ex partner rented a place away from his parents so we could have privacy and start making a family. Few months later his brother stayed for a couple of days (over a week) due to slow internet connection at their property.

Because of this me and my partner felt awkward getting kinky together. Most of the time i refuse because i dont want his brother to hear noises that we are making.

Few days later. I noticed my worn underwear have with stain everytime i do the laundry. And i know what i think it is. I ignored and i dont mind because his my partner at that time.

Until one day i decided to do the laundry beyond my usual schedule. My ex partner is at work and will go home by 6 pm. I noticed that the stain on my undies are still wet and fresh as i can tell.

I touched and i smelled it. And i can confirm that it is what i think it is. Felt awkward around him. Noticed him looking at me but i ignored it back then. He left after they got their internet connection fixed. Never told my ex partner even after we broke up years ago.

This comes from when I was maybe a sophomore or jr in HS like 12+ years ago. I recently found the album I was listening to a lot during this time of my life & it made me want to talk about this since I tried to suppress it for years. In hs I started to experiment a lot with different substances. By middle school I had already been smoking squares or cigarettes & had experienced drinking alcohol. 5th grade I believe. I came up in a very weird/different home life where I didn’t see much of my mom due to her work & my dad dipped before I was even born. I mean my parents were my brother & his wife. I hated my life atp & was trying to escape reality in any way. Started doing spice, pills, all sorts of anything I could get my hands on & abuse I wanted it. Well I found out kinda randomly one night that air duster gave you an insane trip. My fam just so happened to have some lying around so one night (this was knowing the risks & reading stories ab people who did it wrong & it froze their lungs & they died right there, probably not true idk tbh) anyways so I huffed that shit & immediately like I mean immediately I blasted off to another dimension. I fucking fell in love & started telling all my druggie friends & we all started getting bad on duster. I didn’t want anyone to die so I taught them how to do it (with my limited knowledge). We were huffing straight from the red top fuck the straw. Well we had some insane fucking trips. Like stories that just sound made up. Friends w a teachers daughter was headed to their house to hang out one day, driver passed out on whippets & drove into their yard like I mean crazy fucking stories. The one that really really stuck with me tho (tbh almost all have stuck with me they were just the most insanely surreal trips.) was when I was alone & taking whippets & I was listening to Witching Hour by XXYYXX. My very small room (garage storage room, no windows) immediately engulfed into flames & suddenly Satan was behind me telling me to get closer & to basically come into hell. Two demons in front of me urging me as well. My bedroom door handle morphed into an angel who begged me to not go there & literally helped me out. I deadass was in fucking hell. After I woke back up (ended up passing out idk how long couldnt have been but maybe a minute or two max) I realized my parents were home so I went out socialized for like 20 min then back into the garage (they never went in there for the most part) & got right back to it. For some reason almost everytime I was tripping around this time I was looking to get as close to hell as possible & I had some very surreal & insane trips. Idk why I’m even writing this maybe as coping since I don’t really ever talk about it but listening again to this album is bringing back a lot of memories. I still feel really guilty about getting my friends at the time involved. I hope everyone is doing much better. It got so bad w the duster I was doing it at school in class & even passed out cold middle of class. Still to this day consider myself lucky as fuck to be able to wake up & talk myself out of trouble & they were never able to search me due to principal & vice principle being off campus at that time. I got off pretty much without anyone besides the homies who after that took my shit just in case knowing. Don’t do drugs guys. Like fr. That shit really fucked me up & probably killed off a lot of my braincells.

so i made the mistake of shitting where i ate (i sucked a guy off from my class) n this is uni so its legal dw, but man does it suck to be in a constant chokehold by some fuckboy you thought was being good to you for once you finally thought you were getting something even remotely social and it flips on you like shit.

this happened like a day ago, ive got a lecture soon, idk how ill be able to look at this blokes face again, how ill deal with the possibility of him spreading this sort of information around or blackmailing me with it, ive got 4 years to spend with these shitheads from now on, idk how ill cope life was already hard enough and now ive made it worse, very very stupid i know.

if i was suicidal before i sure as shit might have reasons soon, ive got no one to hangout with but my mother and while this happened my 'friend' my only consort in my shitty work environment randomly unadded me today and wouldnt tell me why, ive been through isolation in highschool, bullying, harrassment, though a situation where the rumor itself is right next to me in my classroom for the next few years, that i dont know how ill deal with, but whatever i guess.

A friend of mine was in a toxic relationship. He needed to crash and his boyfriend was in fact dealing meth at the time. Physical threats to my friend and roommates. Do what you want in life but do not threaten my friends.

I social engineered my way into his phone from his google account, figured out where he re-ups, license plates of his supplier, addresses, all aliases, emails, text messages, searches. Created a proton account, packaged it all up and sent to regional crime stoppers through tor. Five days later he was stopped with 8g in the car. Plead to PG1 intent to distribute and got 4 years (served 3) and $6000 in court costs/fines.

No regrets. None.

Throwaway account.

Recently I discovered TikTok auctions and got into a few specific channels. The items I bought are all legit and really nice jewelry. I did not realize how out of control I got until my credit card statement arrived. $22K!

While I realize this is a a lot of money it is not going to put me or my husband in a financial crisis. I can pay the entire sum without going into my savings but it is significant to our finances. We keep our money separate, including banks and credit cards. He has no idea I have spent this much.

About a week ago my husband decided we should look for a house. This came out of nowhere. I was supportive and we even went out and saw a few places. We have a realtor. It was not until after a few days of seeing the houses I saw my credit card statement and realized what I had done.

Next week we are going to see lenders to figure out what we can borrow and what our interest rate will be. We both have excellent credit, we are never late with any bills and have zero debt. I’m paying off the full statement balance ahead of that meeting, but this large sum will likely come up.

I need to tell him about all this ahead of seeing the lenders and obviously I am dreading it. He will definitely be angry. I will still be able to put in my full share of the down payment, but it was a lot to spend right before the biggest purchase of our lives.

I’m so nervous but he needs to hear it from me rather than in the lenders office.

This in the UK, back when you could collect stamps from coffee cups and six (or maybe nine) of them would get you a loyalty coffee.

Single mum with a baby in a pram buying a chicken wrap meal? Have a student chicken mayo and loyalty coffee. Homeless person comes in with a fully stickered loyalty card given to him by bypassers? Keep it mate, here's a loyalty coffee anyway. Two pensioners? Two student chicken mayos coming right up.

Never got caught doing it luckily. Not sure if I would've lost my job if I was caught. But my reasoning for doing it was, well, I'm sure Maccies can afford it.

For years, fear and isolation did the work for me. Watching friends get detained in early protests made me retreat into silence, and over time, silence turned into rationalizing the whole conflict through state-approved news sources. You convince yourself it's necessary just to preserve your own sanity. Last spring, I traveled through Belgrade to Vienna to visit an old friend. Stepping out of the curated domestic information bubble was an immediate shock. People lived with dignity, freedom of thought was standard, and nobody was hunting down Russians like our pundits claimed every evening. Talking openly with ordinary people without looking over my shoulder made me realize how much fear and fabrication run the system back home. I regret every moment I remained silent or nodded along with state aggression. Seeing the world with my own eyes made me realize that staying loyal to propaganda isn't patriotism—it's complicity. My sincere apologies to everyone affected by this tragedy.

Right off the bat , I'll say I'm pretty young, Young enough to be.. Impressionable - And I've made so many irrational and quite frankly, Idiotic mistakes , As of now - I'm still trying to heal , But I'm immensely broken, I sit in my bedroom all day dreading the future , Because I feel as if I have everything and yet.. Nothing to loose.

I've burned so many bridges with people due to my own immense ignorance and incompetence with social cues - Friends I held dear left me due to my behaviour, And I can't even blame them.

I had a friend , K - I'll just call him K , And oh God I was terrible, We became friends in school, Simple as that , He didn't have anyone to partner up with during performing arts , So I took it upon myself to let him join me , After all , It's my passion. I love acting, Even if I don't have the guts to go out and pursue it due to my lack of commitment to activities.

K and I were like chalk and cheese - Two very different people , I was loud and boisterous, He was meek and.. Quiet. It's important to mention that K was incredibly mentally ill, He talked about wanting to commit constantly, And made empty threats about ending his life all the time, Him and the group of friends I was sucked into loved to talk about it - And I fell into it too.

At the time , I wasn't immensely suicidal, I had a couple of thoughts lingering, But it was never enough for me to genuinely be a concern - At least I wouldn't say so. But the more I stayed with the group , The more my stupidly IMPRESSIONABLE self fell into dangerous habits , I started self harm for the first time.. And not long after , I attempted. I adored K , K was my absolute favourite person - But looking back , It was obvious that him and his group didn't reciprocate those feelings.

His friends and he himself left me out constantly , I was often sat alone as they talked and laughed - I was just.. alone? I often sat in my bed and cried to my older sister about it , I cried..and cried.. and cried. But that's besides the point - Eventually, My feelings of isolation became too much , And , Well - last October I'd say , I came to K about these feelings. And it escalated into a massive argument.

At first , It was just me getting upset over the fact all of the people in the friend group were going out to spend Halloween together as I was alone, And I asked if he wanted to spend time together sometime , But then it became a messy situation where he unloaded everything he felt , The memories a blur looking back , But I remember that he mentioned my.. obviously shitty behaviour , Specifically sex jokes.

The group sometimes made them , But I made them most - God , I can just fucking cry looking back at it. I'm such an asshole - I grew up lonely , And on the internet constantly , And at the age of six - I discovered pornography and fetish content. Gacha life content and Roblox porn games was the thing I remember indulging in most when I was younger - I was SIX years old , SIX - and I was getting off to gross content that played my mind without realising. And I became desensitized. I thought it was normal at first, I was PROUD of it - I used to think I was mature.. But eventually it bite me in the ass , And showed up as me making explicit jokes as an awkward filler for conversations because I was too stupid to realize just how weird it was for a minor to crack sex jokes

. I look back at it all the time , My idiocy. My UTTER idiocy - I sob out of guilt and shame all the time , I sometimes relapse and hurt myself due to guilt.

This is a lot to get off my chest , And it only gets worse. After this damn argument, Me and K had this constant push and pull friendship, Where we stopped being friends then became friends - This incessant loop of push and pull till the final straw was gone.

Late year 8 - He accused me of SA. Said I was groping his thighs when I had no recollection or even a small idea that I was actually doing it. He accused me of so much shit - And lashed out at me mid- virtual argument with my sister. The only thing I realized I was doing was joking around with him , Often engaging in play fighting where I'd bite the shoulderpad of his school blazer , I never actually bit his skin - But thinking back It was still so fucking stupid of me, If I could , I'd grab my 12 year old self and slap them across the face and throttle them , Because WHY did I do that.

Once he told me (or rather my sister) that it was making him uncomfortable. I stopped , HECK , I stopped even BEFORE that once I realized it was weird.. But I still can't shake off the guilt , And I'm now in year 9.

He had this pattern of venting on Spotify, Posts were made with deprecating descriptions, Posts about so much personal shit - and he made a lot about me , All of the time , And only told his friends about my mistakes instead of coming clean and telling ME when I hurt him.

He never told me I was supposedly groping his thighs until it was too late , He never told me anything I did wrong until it was in an argument and he lashed out at me , He only vented to his friends about me instead of just telling me what went wrong. If he had TOLD me about it during the moment , I would've made a conscious effort to only hold my own hands together and not do anything else.

I always think about the groping thing , And whether or not I actually did it. We ONLY hung out in my geography class after he kicked me out of the friend group , And I viscerally remember that I had a weird posture, And my hands were on the table. I'm not saying that what he said was true , But I'm not saying that it was. I hate my mind so fucking much because my brain is only good for subconsciously blocking out memories and torturing me with guilt and intrusive thoughts. I wish I saw through his lens , And I wish he told me what happened. I always told him that he could come to me if he had an issue , Especially if it was about me , And I would've made an effort to change my ways for him ,He agreed everytime I told him. But he never did.

The final argument we had completely destroyed what little connection we had , and we both layed dormant for a while. Before him and my other ex friend (Who I have recently talked to , Apologized - and now have a good relationship with) grouped together, And started exchanging stories about me. Thpse stories led to internet harassment, And him and his friends saying awful things about me.

They told me that they were going to commit suicide - and it was all my fault, They said I got babied by teachers and that I was a creep. They said they were going to call the cops on me , All these empty threats and them telling me that they wanted me dead.

I think about it everyday - it triggers me everyday, Even a mention of K makes me sick to my stomach, And I walk out of class whenever the mere idea of sitting next to him is brought up by a teacher , I can't look at him the same way. He never told me what I did wrong until it was too late , And even though he was introverted in person, Online he was a wreck , He only came to me to vent about his girlfriend and he constantly threatened to kill himself, I felt like a punching bag whenever he was around, He didn't give two shits about me unless everyone else was busy , I was a mere convenience to him.

The Spotify harassment incident escalated a few times , with him posting about me on tiktok and it taking me reporting it to the school about his continuous attempts at bringing my reputation down, He posted about me constantly and never let me have a measure of peace.

I ended up getting into unhealthy coping mechanisms as a result of said incident, And shrouded in my escapism even more - I resorted to talking to AI chatbots , And I spoke to older men on private chat apps as a desperate attempt to get groomed just to compensate for the guilt I felt for the way me and K ended our friendship, I felt as if I deserved to get abused by others because I was a shitty person.

As of now , I no longer do the latter , I realized just how bad the thought of me going to older men was , and quit it before it got too bad - I still talk to AI chatbots because that's an addiction my mind is so used to.

I'm trying to heal , and I recollected my friendship with the previous ex friend I mentioned - I'm doing.. better since the Spotify incident, But I still feel empty. I'm in CAMHS at the minute, But it's not even that good , And there's still a piece of me that I feel is unfufilled , I feel as if I'm still mentally ill. Even if I have matured since then and I'm a much better person morally.

I found a glitch on this cam girl site that as you pressed buy on the chips you wanted and switched it to most expensive chip package it would charge me only the smallest amount I clicked.... I probably ripped them off for thousands over the few months I was addicted to that kind of thing... Always wonder if some mobster is pissed off at me somewhere

Many years ago I was casually seeing a guy who owned a business. He had his own place and ordered delivery every single night. I was a broke college student and $20 was a lot to me at the time. His weed budget was like $300 a week.
Anywho he was deathly terrified of having kids and one time I told him I was pregnant. He immediately asked me to get an abortion. I told him I’d think about it and after a few days I “agreed”.
I called a price and he paid it in cash. I took the money and put it in my bank account . Shit got me through six months. I actually feel bad that I don’t feel bad to this day.

I know I’m a coward. You don't have to tell me. I already feel like the scum of the earth every single time I look down at my left hand.

Three years ago, I went on a weekend camping trip with two college buddies. We were washing dishes in a freezing river, my hands were numb, and my wedding ring—a custom platinum band with our wedding date and coordinates engraved inside—slipped off my finger and vanished into the rocky rapids.

I spent three hours waist-deep in ice water frantically digging through pebbles until my fingers were bleeding. Nothing.

I panicked. Pure, irrational terror. My wife had spent months designing that ring with an independent jeweler, and the thought of coming home and telling her I lost it after fourteen months of marriage made me physically sick. So while driving back, I found a nearly identical titanium replica on Amazon with same-day delivery for $28. I took it to a local mall engraver, paid $15 to copy the font, and slipped it on before I walked through our front door.

It’s been three years. Last week for our anniversary, she held my hand across teh table, traced the band with her thumb, and smiled, telling me how much she loves seeing me wear "the exact ring we exchanged vows with."

I smiled back and kissed her, but I wanted to vomit into my pasta. I’m taking this secret to the grave.

This happened about six years ago at my first office job.

There was another junior employee on my team who was better than me at almost everything that mattered there. She was organized, good with clients, remembered details, and had this annoying ability to present complicated stuff without sounding nervous.

Our manager constantly praised her.

At the time I told myself he was playing favorites, but looking back, she was simply doing better work.

One week she was supposed to give a presentation to a group of senior managers. The afternoon before, she asked me to upload the final PowerPoint to the conference room laptop because she had to leave early for an appointment.

I said yes.

I opened the file, uploaded it, and then intentionally replaced two of the charts with older versions from a previous draft.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

The numbers weren't wildly wrong, but they were different enough that somebody familiar with the project would notice.

The next morning, about ten minutes into her presentation, one of the directors interrupted and pointed out that a chart didn't match the figures he'd seen the previous week.

She looked completely confused.

Then the second wrong chart came up.

She apologized several times and spent the rest of the presentation visibly rattled.

Afterward our manager asked both of us how the wrong version ended up on the laptop. I said I must have copied whatever file was in the shared folder and suggested she probably hadn't replaced the old charts before sending it.

She immediately said she was sure she had.

Nobody could prove anything.

She didn't get formally disciplined, but our manager started checking her work much more closely for a while. I remember feeling satisfied about that.

That's the part I hate admitting.

It wasn't some impulsive joke that accidentally went too far. I wanted her to look less competent because I thought that would make me look better.

It didn't.

She kept doing good work, got promoted before me anyway, and eventually left for a much better job.

For years I've remembered the story as something petty I did when I was young and insecure.

But petty doesn't really cover it.

Someone trusted me with her work and I deliberately sabotaged it because I was jealous, then watched her take responsibility for my decision.

About four years ago I worked on a small team where an internal supervisor position opened up.

There were really only two serious candidates: me and a coworker I'll call Daniel.

Daniel was better liked than I was. He'd also been there longer, and once I heard that our manager had encouraged him to apply, I became convinced the decision was basically already made.

A year earlier Daniel had made a fairly serious mistake on a client account. Nobody lost money and the problem was fixed, but there had been an ugly email chain about it at the time. Management knew what happened and Daniel had already been formally warned.

I still had the emails.

A few days after interviews started, I created a new email address and forwarded screenshots of that old chain to one of the directors involved in the hiring decision.

I wrote something like, "You may want to know how he handles responsibility before putting him in charge of other people."

I deliberately removed anything that could identify me.

Daniel didn't get the promotion.

Neither did I.

They hired someone from another department.

At the time I actually felt relieved because at least Daniel hadn't won. That's the part I'm most ashamed to admit. I wasn't exposing something because I thought management genuinely needed to know. They already knew. I resurrected it because I wanted to hurt his chances.

A few weeks later Daniel mentioned at lunch that someone had apparently sent management "old dirt" about him during the hiring process. He looked genuinely confused about who would do that.

I sat there and acted surprised.

He left the company about six months later. I have no idea whether the promotion had anything to do with it.

I've changed jobs twice since then and haven't spoken to him in years.

The stupid thing is that I can now see how little was actually at stake. It was a modest raise and a title at a company I ended up leaving anyway. At the time, though, I had convinced myself that career competition made almost anything fair.

Nobody in my life knows I sent that email.

Whenever people talk about office politics or getting screwed over at work, I sometimes think about Daniel trying to figure out who disliked him enough to anonymously drag up a mistake he'd already paid for.

It was me.

Been out of work for fucking 3 months and I always have had an AA in fine arts on my resume. I got a position as a social worker (i’ve been doing social work for almost 10 years)

Welp they are asking for a degree/transcripts to be submitted to our portal lmaoo. It’s my second day on the job. I’m so nervous, but I suppose I made this bed and now i’m just going to have to lie in it.

Oof that was probably not the best word to use, but alas.

Edit: YES you can have a job in the FIELD of Social Work and not have a BSW or MSW, it is new, but it is a way for people with lived experience who have received public benefits, been legal-systems involved or even sometimes are in recovery from substance abuse, to relate to their social worker.

It’s easier to relate to someone who speaks your language in order to build rapport. Someone who has been navigating public systems their whole life doesn’t always mesh with the suburban person who was straight edge and went to college.

Sometimes they do. Hooray for autonomy

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Im a decent looking 30M. Was an athlete growing up so I've always been athletic.

I work a sales job currently and the receptionist is really cute but in lack of a better a term, she's fat.

She's in her mid 30s married with kids.

I'm a very flirty person naturally and I guess she doesn't get much attention outside her marriage because she eats it up.

She brings me food, laughs so hard at every joke I say, and compliments me constantly.

She is married but gets upset every time I ask her about her husband.

Before the 4th of July weekend we were making small talk. I was telling her I'd probably grill some hot dogs and burgers with the family.

She said "I can't remember the last time I had a hot dog"

The 14 year old boy in me came out and I was like "I've got a got dog you can have"

I got bright red and before I could even apologize she said ok and asked me to meet me in her car for lunch

I ended up going and she moved her car to a spot facing away from the building. She then proceeded to give me the sloppiest top I've ever gotten.

Every day since she texts me "hot dog time?" At lunch and we do the same thing

When I say every day I mean every single day monday-Friday. She does not miss a single opportunity

Part of me feels bad knowing she has a husband but then part of me feels like im doing her a favor because in any other context theres no shot I'd ever get with a bigger girl.

When I asked her if she felt bad she said that shes been way more intimate with her husband since she started because it gets her in the mood.

I know it sounds douchey but I feel like im doing her and her husband a favor and I don't really want to stop.

Shit don't go up or down anymore

So firstt *i regret all of this sooo much thats the reason i am even typing all this" I FEEL SO BAD

so i have a aunt (shes 40s and still is i would say hot)

Once she stayed with me in my house for 2months

I got desire for her like to fuck her and all

She was with her son (hows older like 25yo)

She used to go out with her son for hospital things and i was home alone i used her UK and used it for UK and clicked pics of it (which i immediately immediately deleted) and i have done ts like 4-5 times at starting lust took over me and i didnt care but now i feel really bad

I AM NOT A BAD PERSON I DIDNT WANTED ALL THIS