People Share Something They've Never Admitted To Anyone In Their Life.

Some people hold on to secrets that they just can't admit to friends or family.

Below are some of the things people have admitted that they can't tell anyone in their life. Check them out.

I question whether marriage was the right choice for me or not every day. I wouldn't mention it in real life because who would want to deal with that heavy stuff? I'm happy and content for the most part, but there's always that lingering what if.

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I have no idea what I want to do with my life and I'm terrified. I just graduated high school two years ago, and people keep asking me what my next step is gonna be. I know all the stuff I'm passionate about won't make me money and I feel like I'd be shamed by my successful relatives.

I still live with my parents in my hometown, and I still don't have a license. I just wake up, work a retail job that I despise, and come home pissing away the time I should be using to improve my situation.

I just wish I had the balls to fix my situation, instead of letting anxiety and fear dictate my life like it has been.

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I'm sad that I no longer have any friends in my area after everyone moved away. But I also lack the energy to go out and maintain or develop new friendships. It's a vicious circle. I love my wife and son endlessly, but a friend I can just go get a drink with would be nice.

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Getting a sex worker changed my life.

I had only been with 2 girls in 25 years of my life at that point. I was engaged to the second girl. After that ended, I just didn't wanna date anyone, my self-esteem got shot and I was depressed.

I was in vegas, paid a perfect 10 escort. Had a ton of fun. She was also pretty cool. That made me realize there are still a lot of girls out there I could date and connect with and I find attractive. And sex is fun.

I haven't seen another one since and it really jump started my dating life again and now I'm in a really good relationship.

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That I don't know how to handle someone giving me a gift. It could be a drawing, food, something silly, something useful and I won't know how to act, I've received very little gifts thought my life and the thought of "this person was THINKING of me and used their TIME/MONEY on me because they cared" overwhelms me.

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I'm 27 and never had sex. I didn't really care until about five years ago, but it's really starting to get to me now. I'm so far behind the curve and it's like trying to jump into a game that everyone else has been playing for over a decade, but I'm still trying to figure out the rules.

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That I'm actually such a insecure piece of crap loser. To my friends I'm a confident, charming, funny guy, but when I get home I stay up at night trying not to think about all the reasons I hate myself.

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When my son was a toddler he was diagnosed with a tumour. It was so bad by the time it was found that it was a very real possibility that he wasn't going to survive the surgery.

The day of his surgery the suitcase I took with me to the hospital contained suicide notes for members of my family.

Before he went under I'd scoped out the hospital and knew where I would go and which part of the building from which I would jump if he didn't make it.

Luckily, he did survive, the tumour was benign and the notes were burned afterwards.

I wasn't suicidal then and I'm not suicidal now. But I knew that without him I wouldn't want to be here.

I'll never admit to my family what I had planned. Looking back now I know I was incredibly selfish. Firstly for anyone who saw me jump/found me after. And secondly for my family as they would lose him and then lose me too. It would have been an awful thing for me to do. But I didn't see another way at the time. I knew I wouldn't be able to cope living without him.

Everyone always says how I dealt with everything so well and how strong I was. I feel like a fraud because I was not strong at all.

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I regret all of my tattoos and I have 2 full sleeves.

All the money and time that I've put into this "project" hasn't payed off. I wanted tats to enhance and improve my look, but it just didn't turn out the way I wanted it too. I've even considered suicide from the pain of regret.

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I'm fairly sure my ego is a lot bigger/more fragile than it should be. I would never admit it to people I know, for two reasons: As I said before, I'm pretty sure it's too big/fragile to deal with the reactions. Also, I'm pretty sure my mother has a bigger ego than me, and I just can't let her win. I know that's childish, but it's true.

I'm working on it, but, it's not easy.

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I'm afraid I'm going to be alone my entire life. I have mild social anxiety and while it has gotten much better, it's driven away so many girls that were interested in me. I'm going into my second year of college, still never had a girlfriend. I'm hoping next semester I can finally meet someone, but its highly unlikely due to where I go to school.

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I love sex. I am very outspoken of my support of sex and education and equality. Sex is awesome.

Yet when I am in the bedroom, I am prone to panic attacks because I am afraid I am hurting my partner or that I am guilty of something.

This stems from psychological abuse as a young teen. Got caught playing doctor with my female cousin of the same age, and I was thrown in a mental hospital and then ejected from my family...

This was just a year after I was officially a ward of the state as my biological parents were deemed unfit to raise me. I was sent to my aunt and uncle in hopes they would love me.

I guess not.

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I'm seriously questioning my decision to study medicine. I'm literally halfway through, so changing career paths at this point would seem pointless. I do love what I'm studying and I want to help and cure people above all, but I feel I'm not cut for it. I feel like I'm going to be a really bad doctor, actually, despite me wanting to be the best out there.

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That I can never save up money to buy a car because I spend money on pain pills to numb the feeling of disappointment that I have for myself. I justify it by not constantly taking them so I won't become dependent, but I know deep inside that it still is an addiction.

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I got nervous system damage from food toxin poisoning about 7 or 9 years ago and now sometimes I crap myself because my nervous system is messed up and doesn't often work right.

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I have a crippling fear that none of my friends truly give a crap about me, so I actively try to not give a crap about any of them. I smile and nod along, but I have resigned myself to indifferent numbness.

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Depression. Your brain focuses on all of these negative things about yourself and exaggerates them to the point that that's all you can see. So, when you meet people who genuinely like and care about you, you can't help but be skeptical. You think about all those negative things and think, "How could they possibly like me?" Then you start to think they're just entertaining you, or taking pity on you, or barely tolerate you. And that leads to you to start looking for any little thing that reaffirms that. They were busy and couldn't hang out tonight? They obviously just don't want to put up with you.

Best realization I ever came to with this is that it's hard to accept other people liking you until you learn to like yourself. These skeptical thoughts are ultimately projection, and you're just assuming other people think about things the same way you do. You see something bad, so they must see it too and think it just as bad, if not worse. Even people with healthy minds have trouble seeing things from someone else's perspective, but we have an even more difficult time of it because we have something poisoning our thoughts, causing us to automatically go to the worst possibility.

People will often tell you to not give a crap about what other people think, and perhaps that's true to some degree (at least, don't focus on it to you own detriment), but the more important thing is: Give a crap what you think. I know it sounds trite and pithy to say, but you need to work on yourself - whether through therapy, exercise, finding new interests, etc. Once you begin to recognize the good qualities you have, it'll become easier to accept what your friends and family are saying. And perhaps you'll begin to see that you are a worthwhile person who deserves friends and that there is a reason you have them now.

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I know the really big scar isn't from surgery. My mom dropped me when I was little. If you see this I still love you mom and I forgive you.

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I have weird intimacy issues. I always wish I could be hugging/cuddling someone but when I get the chance I freak out a lot.

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Nobody in my life needs to know that I make 3D porn and that I'm damn good at it.

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I wish I was a girl.

For now, crossdressing is enough.

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Many years ago, after I got out of the army, and my new family (Wife and 8 month old son) had left, I got a big tax return. I was in a black pit, and had zero desire to live. I got into my little car, and drove into town, with intentions of buying a firearm so I could go far, far away from any other people and just end it.

Across the street from the gun store, I saw a motorcycle shop. They had a used 1986 Honda XL250R. I asked about it. The salesman promptly climbed on the bike, kicked it to life right there in the shop, rode it out into the street, and proceeded to ride the damned thing up and down the road in front of the shop on the back tire.

I bought that bike, instead of a firearm. Hauled it out to some trails. Rode it around. Dropped it in the mud. Rode some more.

I did the same the next day. And the weekend after that.

And the weekend after that.

My parents hated the very idea that I had a motorcycle of any kind. They "knew" I'd be dead within six months. That was 17 years ago.

If only they had known what I went out for that day, when an old Honda saved my life.

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I lie a lot on accident. Someone says something ridiculous and I think a part of me just wants to compete and win, so I lie and try to one-up them. I don't even like doing it but I have no idea how to stop it and no clue why I feel this compulsion.

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When I get out of the shower, I prefer to put on socks, and then my underwear.

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I'm so sad. All the time. I don't want to worry anyone, I'm just working through things.

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I have a thing for rubbing butter on my nipples.

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I have an odd fetish for women in tucked-in graphic t-shirts. Sometimes I'm surprised by how specific sexual fetish can be.

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I want to ask my partner if he wants to live with me at the end of the year.

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Working in a mental health hospital has led to the steady decline of my own.

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I have a third nipple in my armpit. Found out after having a child and experiencing milk leaking out of my armpit. It's so weird. I just thought it was a strange skin tag.

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