Playing “truth or dare” at a party with close friends, our lesbian friend of 8 years chooses “truth,” other friend asks her (jokingly) if she’s ever sucked d**k. Everyone’s laughing, she isn’t. She admits to being r*ped by her uncle for 4 years as a child. Friend who asked starts crying, he had no idea. None of us did.

On my birthday I got really wasted drinking at home with friends and let slip my most devastating memory from my time in the military, that’s really the source of my PTSD.

While in Afghanistan, my unit stumbled upon a stray herd of goats in an area where we regularly met with an informant we knew to be a shepherd. We found a mass of 17 decaying bodies that were the entirety of the man’s nomadic clan. It was presumed that the informant was discovered by the Taliban and they put the entire group to death and left them there to rot. I spent the better part of a week burying the bodies. Some were decapitated, including at one child.

I think my friends were arguing about Ukraine and I was just so drunkenly frustrated, none of them had seen the terrifying reality of s**t that happens in war, s**t is just a f*****g headline to so many.

Edit: This kind of took off, so I wanted to add some context as well as thank everyone for your kind words and awards given.

I was 19 when this happened and this became the focal point for me changing a lot of my world views, I decided not to renew my enlistment for this reason. I understand the conflict in Ukraine is different from the war in Afghanistan but I was drunk as hell and have always resented how a large portion of Americans have this back seat approach to promoting violence around the globe because they’ve never seen it first-hand.

I found out later, after the deployment when I was back in Germany that the manner in which we buried these people was wildly inconsistent with Islamic and Pashtun burial traditions. I couldn’t know that at the time, but I always had a strong suspicion that this event was never made known to the Afghan people to cover up US involvement and questions about the informant network. Especially now that the Taliban are in charge.

I have always had some distinctly personal regrets about the events that led up to this. Part of my job was to coordinate information requests for operational intelligence, and these requests would occasionally require the aid of an informant, although how we got the information was now generally not considered “need to know” for me. I live with the very real possibility that while I was sitting at a desk trying to get juicy bullet points for a PowerPoint presentation I initiated a chain of events that was contributing to gruesome deaths of innocent people.

So yea. Done with that s**t.

My brother was drunk and he told me how he got sexually assaulted by our half brother when he was 8. And that he knew that our half brother assaulted me too when I was 5. (I hadn’t ever told my brother about my situation so I was in shock).

Had a friend who had his drink spiked and a girl took him to a room and had her way with him as he was zonked out. He came out of the room and I was hyping him up, unaware. He barely slurred, "We need to go. I dont feel safe." Ive never snapped back into sobriety faster.

Some guy told me the proper technique to roofie a drink without a girl noticing. I told the bouncer who threw him out, but I'll never know if he was serious or just f*****g with me.

Not so much as a confession, but the moment I realised he was seriously messed up...

I was living with my parents to help my sick mother. Dad came home absolutely wasted, and decided to have a really in depth conversation with me.

Asked about my depression, some traumatic things that had happened to me... He was really listening to me for the first time in my life. I felt seen and heard. We talked about what triggered my depression, s***idal thoughts etc. He genuinely listened.

Then just stared me straight in the eyes with the most cruel smile on his face and said *"now I know. I'm going to push and push and push. We'll see how long it takes until you k*ll yourself" *

I moved out the next day. Everyone told me to forget it/forgive it because he was drunk. I've never stayed with them since, and try to avoid my dad as much as possible. With his previous behaviours, I could see him following through...


**Edit**

I am completely floored by the amount of support and comments... Thank you all.

I posted this because it was a messed up situation. Apparently I didn't realise quite how bad it was. My normal meter has been broken for a long time, thank you for helping me to "fine tune" it, if you will.

I wasn't expecting this response, so if I don't reply, please know I will still read your comments, it's just a lot to take in. Thank you for your support ❤️.

My mom told me she wished she aborted me when I was 8 or 9 or so.
She's doing better now after a long struggle with alcoholism. our relationship is much better and when I told her this a few months ago she hugged me tightly and keeps apologizing to this day.

Edit/ thank you so much for the awards! And everyone who relates, I hope you will find peace and love wherever you may go.

Freshman year of college, among all the new friends I made that year, there was one guy who was always a goofball. Very laidback, casual, down for whatever. The biggest red flag we got from him was that whenever people were drinking and hanging out, he would always essentially black out. He drank way too much and would kind of spaghetti-noodle his way around the party. While also intoxicated, after the party had winded down one night, a few people and I asked him why he always goes so damn hard.

While drooping his head a ton, sloshing around, and slurring everything, he told us about how a few months ago (the summer before college started), his best friend called him. They lived in a small town by the beach, and his friend asked him to come meet him to watch the sunset by the water. He biked over there, sat down, and they talked for a while, everything seemed fine. Then his friend took out a pistol and shot himself in the head, k*lling himself instantly. Apparently my friend had to call the police while covered in blood, brains, and skull fragments, just totally in shock. And then a few weeks later he went off to college a few states away, still in shock and unable to sleep or focus on anything.

He didn’t remember telling us that story, and I don’t think any of us wanted to bring it up. His drinking habits didn’t change until he was about to graduate, by which point he started going to therapy, got a job right after graduation, and seems to be doing better in the years since (thank god).

Showering off my blackout drunk father because he had s**t himself when he starting bawling and confessed to being pinned down and r*ped by his brother's friends.

Edit: this comment took off so I'll elaborate a bit on the FAQs. I was 16 when this happened. He worked an early shift so he was always home when I'd get home from school and would be drunk on the average 4 days a week. He was never abusive or angry, just distant. But in that moment when he blurted it out I could see the pain and weight he was carrying through the tears. I was obviously in total shock, so I just let him sob and talk as I listened. I finished washing him off then got him to bed where he slept it off. He was blackout drunk so I knew he'd never remember the conversation, so I kept it to myself. Other than my therapist I've never told a soul until now. He blamed himself, and there's unfortunately still a stigma surrounding men and admitting sexual a*****t, but it does happen to them too and needs to be addressed. My father dealt with it in an unhealthy manner for a long time. Whether or not he talked to someone to address it properly I'll never know, but he has been sober for over 20 years now and much more present in our family's life.

A old co-worker of mine told me about how him and his friends k*lled a guy in the 80s who r*ped one of their sisters. He wasn't even drunk. He said they pulled up to his trailer out in the desert, honked the horn and when the guy came out about 6 guys all opend fire on him. He said "that way no one knew exactly who k*lled him".

Not brutal or anything but my mom admitted to breaking confidentiality to find my dads birth parents despite him pleading not to. She laughed about it and thought it was the funniest thing about how mad my dad was, that was the day I realized my mom doesn’t care about others.

This was about 6 months ago now. My brother and I were getting drunk one night because it was the weekend and we just wanted to get f****d up and play videogames. We had done plenty of shots and plenty of drinks and we were the definition of *f****d up*. We were having fun playing some old WaW Zombies for nostalgia, and we paused it to grab some chips. As I was grabbing the salsa, he said to me that he had tried committing s***ide about a month prior to this. He had taken some pills and they pumped his stomach and s**t, and he told me the whole time he was thinking of me and how s****y and depressed I'd be if he had died and that he'd never want to lose me. I told him I had also tried committing s***ide a while ago and I thought the exact same thing about him. We continued playing Zombies while talking about everything under the moon, and we've been talking every day since, have never missed and will never miss a day. Were both doing a lot better now and were both in therapy, its nice having someone to talk to and trust about these things.

Edit: Thanks for the awards, yall. But instead of gifting me stuff, check on your friends and family, and especially people you haven't talked to in a bit, sometimes we're just too depressed to try initiating conversation.

Was terrifying at the time being with my girlfriend of 5 years and being a few weeks away from proposing.

She said, "I'll never have kids with you because I don't want them coming out like spotted little freaks."

I have vitiligo.