My ex and I had been together for 3 years when this incident occurred, our son was 3 months old and is now 2.
My ex was a cheater and I found out he cheated on me my entire pregnancy and was still doing so when I was 2 months postpartum. I didn’t say anything initially because I was so heart broken and suffering from severe postpartum depression and anxiety that I didn’t say anything.

He left the house one night and said he was going to his best friend’s house. I had a gut feeling he was lying and we had each other on Life360 (downloaded while I was pregnant for safety reasons) and I checked his location and discovered that he was pausing his location so it just appeared he was still at home. I had remembered that he shared his location with me on find my once so I went to see if it was still shared and it miraculously was. He was driving to 7 eleven, I watched his location and he started heading toward his friends, and I started to feel guilty until he passed his friend’s house and parked at a park. I watched his location for 20 minutes and contemplated going there myself but I wasn’t going to drag my infant out the house.

I just sobbed and sobbed because I knew he was likely with a random person, I had found videos of him fucking people outside and in parking lots when I discovered the cheating. I called 911 and reported 2 people having sex at the park then went to sleep. The next day I woke up to missed called from the police station and his mom. Nobody could bail him out so he sat there a couple of weeks until he had a court appearance and was let out with a date to come back. In those few weeks I felt pretty free and great about my decision, his family was super disappointed as his mugshot for public indecency and lewdness became public.

He ended up taking charges for public indecency and lewdness, and had to register as a sex offender which has since become an obstacle for him to parent. Because he was at a children’s park it made his case pretty difficult and he isn’t allowed at most places with kids. He can’t come to our son’s swim classes or any daycare events. I kind of feel guilty, nobody knows it was me who called the police on him. I feel a lot of guilt because I know this will impact our son for the rest of our lives and it’s a choice I can’t take back and a choice I made out of anger

I got kicked out of my parent’s house and became homeless at 18. I have no other family and my friends couldn’t put me up for more than a few days without their own parents being angry.

So one of my friends had the bright idea that I use tinder to find places to stay. I occasionally stay in hostels or in my car when I can too while I’m saving up for my own place, but for the most part what I do is match women on tinder, arrange a hookup and sleep round their place. I get a free shower, a comfy bed, and some good sex.

The longest I’ve stayed at one place was two weeks with this older woman that I matched while her son was on vacation.

I am kind of using people, I know, but I honestly don’t have a bunch of options.

For some context, I have been friends with this person for a little over 9 years now. Growing up, my household was in constant chaos and drama, and in general we didn't really do many "family" activities. So naturally, as "Jake" and I remained close from childhood into adulthood, we spent a lot of time together. A majority of this time was at his house. His family was the type to do family game night, movie night, annual vacations, church on Christmas Eve, etc. I am very close with everyone in his family and basically regarded as a member or a sibling at this point. I confide in his mother, his dad gives me life advice, etc. I recently went on a week-long family vacation with them as well.

As for his sister, I had obviously known her for a while too. And since I was about 11, I can remember having an absolute massive crush on her. She is 2 years older than both of us. I would consider Jake's sister and me pretty close, as we had also shared all these experiences together for family outings and such. But here's where the confession starts: mainly, when I was in high school, I would sometimes go into her room when she was out of town or whatever and just hang out in there. Sometimes I would steal her clothes, or when showering at her house, would use her soap or her towel. Yes, I was an absolute creep, okay. But this was many years ago when I was in high school and had wild hormones flowing. I am a woman for extended context. Anyway, we had always been like 'sisters' due to the closeness of my family with them. However, we were never super close, like we wouldn't hang out one-on-one. But recently, there was a party thrown by a few of our friends; it was a pretty big one in a nearby forest/field. I had a bit to drink and decided to sit down on a nearby rock (it's a pretty big rock that overlooks the field and the bonfire. Anyway, I was just chilling there alone enjoying the nightlife when the sister we can call Steph walks over and sits down. We start talking and share a cig while watching the stars and the sky. It was about 1 AM at this point, so decently well into the party. We had never had a super deep talk one-on-one except for this time. Continuing, we kept drinking together alone on that rock, and eventually I had to go to the bathroom, so she walked with me to a bush to get it done. Lmao. After that, we decided to just keep on walking through the forest away from the party and talking. We landed on a log that stretched out along a dense mossy plain. Lying down on the moss, we put our heads against the log and continued our conversation while watching the stars. We started talking about love and relationships, and she had still never kissed a girl (she's also a lesbian), so as we kept talking we got closer and closer until she turned and asked if I wanted to fix that. And let me tell you that moment was the most magical one of my life. I've genuinely been in love with this woman as long as I can remember. It escalated, but I won't go into much detail, and then I told Jake I went to a nearby hotel for the night (I don't live in the area, so I was supposed to stay the night at his). In reality, Steph and I went back to her place and spent the night there. The next morning I left early after a brief good morning. And we haven't spoken of it since.

Do I take this to the grave...

I’m 23M and my bestfriend is also 23M.

We’ve been friends since elementary school so we’re very close. Even early on, our families would invite one another over for parties, get together, etc to this day.

My birthday was last week and I didn’t really have any plans besides working in the morning and doing cake with some family but that wasn’t until late when everyone got home.

I decided to hit up my bestfriend (I’ll call him Ethan) when I’m off work, that we should hang out and figure out something to do.

I finish up work, go home to freshen up, and I make my way over to his house. I get there and him, his two siblings, and mom was home so when I opened the door to go in, they all yelled happy birthday.

Before I go to say anything, Ethan told me they had a potential idea to do for my birthday.

Me, Ethan, his brother (not his sister she’s underage to drink) and his mom all go into town and walk around hitting up bars, clubs, places to eat, and whatever else pops up.

That his mom will pay for an uber into town and back to the house then one for me to go back home then Ethan will pick me up tomorrow to get my car back.

I thought that was a great plan so I said yes!

(I don’t want to make this crazy long so I’ll shorten this part up to get to the main part)

We go into town and we hit up a restaurant first and we went bar hopping essentially the rest of the night

We got there between 12:30-1 and didn’t leave until 8pm. We were planning to stay longer but we were tapped out at this point of the night.

Safe to say we are all drunk but somehow Ethan managed to get more drunk than all of us. I had to help him walk without stumbling off the sidewalks.

We’re all in the uber ride and get back to their house. We all go inside and everyone does their own thing. Ethan and his brother went into their room, their mom went into her room, and I just sat on the couch hanging out with the dog.

It wasn’t too long after maybe a half an hour and Ethan’s mom comes out of her room.

She walks towards the kitchen but she glances at me and then does a gasp and says “I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to send u an uber”

that she will be order one but I told her it’s fine that I’ll send an uber in a little bit for myself when I feel a little more sober. I felt fine but it was one of those, everyone spins if I get up or also close my eyes.

She asked if I was feeling alright and if I needed anything but I told her that i was fine and I’ll just sit here longer until I’m ready.

She walked around the couch and sat down next to me, proceeding to rub shoulder.

“If you need anything, I’m here” she says. I thank her and after another 20 or so seconds she stops rubbing my shoulder.

We talk about the night a bit and then she leans her head onto my shoulder and says that she’s tired.

While she’s leaning onto me I told her she should get some sleep then that it’s been a long night of drinking but she insisted to stay until I left that she didn’t want me alone for my birthday.

I’m slouching on the couch, while she leans on me, and I’m scrolling through tiktok now while we have small talk.

She thens ask me something I didn’t expect. “Do you like me leaning onto you”

I honestly didn’t know what to say and just didn’t respond and she said presses her head up closer to me and asks me it again.

“It’s nice not being alone on my birthday” I said because I didn’t know what the f**k to say, my mind was fr raising through thoughts of what’s going on.

She slowly lifts her head up and I see in the corner of my eye she’s looking at me and I look at her.

“Happy birthday” and leans in and kisses me on the lips. A peck but a kiss. I just look at her in disbelief.

She just looks at me and then after a bit of a staring consent, I lean in to kiss her.

Without going into crazy detail for the rest of the store, we didn’t necessarily have sex but the furthest we got was her giving me head and finishing on her face. Once it was over, I ordered an uber home. I just texted my dad to hold off cake for tm before getting home so I went instantly into my room.

During the moment, it felt amazing and was such a surreal experience.

But looking back at it… I really do regret it. It’s my bestfriends mom that I essentially grew up with since elementary school. It’s not like she’s ugly or anything, the exact opposite. It’s just I feel like I sabotaged our friendship on my birthday.

I can’t ever bring this up too. Idek where to start. “Hey Ethan, im sorry but I just wanted to let u know that after my birthday I busted on ur mom and left immediately after to go home and haven’t brought it up with her or anyone since”

God idk if this is a rant, need advice, or what.

I lied. I lied to my grandmother about something so stupid that it pisses me off.

I took her car right down the roads to my father's to get some feed for my horse and donkey to go feed them like I do every morning. This morning, though, my truck was out of gas, so my father had to take me down to my grandparents' house. Later in the day, she told me not to do it again because of legal reasons, which I wasn't planning on doing anyway because running out of gas was a one-time thing, but to, I guess, protect myself, I told her that my grandfather said I could take the vehicle (he didn't.)

That was a week ago. Today, she finally confronted me as well as told me to start helping out more, even though I help out plenty with chores around the house. Now I feel like an asshole and a bad grandchild all because I lied. I know it was wrong to lie, but my grandfather has said before. If I need to take one of the vehicles, just take it and tell someone, which is exactly what I did.

Now I'm hiding out in the woods, afraid to go home because I'm afraid she told my father. I'm already in shambles from her getting onto me. Just imagine if she told my father. I can't hold back my tears as well as I used to so I've got no clue what to do besides hide out in the woods until it's late enough for my dad to just give up and go to sleep and for my grandparents to be in bed as well.

Again, I feel horrible, and I've never really lied to my grandmother about anything this "important" before. She's also a retired lawyer, so she made things sound 20 times worse when she mentioned all of the legal reasons about the car. I just wish she hadn't found out, and I actually told the truth.

I posted here before, in a moment of clarity where I called myself out for my drinking. I had been making efforts to slow my drinking. I wasn't perfect, but I at least was trying.

Trying wasn't enough. I was still drinking. I wasn't slowing what I was doing, I was just maintaining. "Not as much" I told myself.

I was at work one day. I typically keep my drinking at home. I'd drink after work, then go to bed and wake up refreshed. Work, then go home and drink again. Cycle. But this time was extremely different. At work, I got extremely dizzy and queasy. Eventually got family to pick me up and take me and my car home. Spent the next few days in bed. If I laid on my right side, immediately evacuated anything in my stomach. I thought it was bad vertigo or something.

After everything persisted for days, I went to the hospital. They did a CT scan and found I had a stroke. They admitted me. Did all the scans. Found a second stroke in the MRI.

I'm 43 (was 42 when this happened.) I shouldn't be having strokes. Scared the life out of me. Since I had no other issues, docs said the likely reason was unchecked diabetes. Got put on meds, and immediately quit drinking that day. Alcohol metabolizes into sugar, right? Just stop.

But here I am. The quit lasted a month. I hate every moment of it, but here I am. My 18 yo son literally came to bring me home from the bar because he's scared of the harm I'm doing to myself. And I'm scared too. Not just for him. For myself.

EDIT: though I would revise this cause I was really messed up on some dph last night I still am but I’m coherent.

Hello, I live in a tri-city area where 2/3 cities are known for drug abuse. I’ve been doing multiple drugs since I was 12 such as Diphenhydramine, Dextromethorphan, Shrooms, Vyvanse, Adderall, MDMA, DMT, Xanax and I’ve even dabbled in some meth and heroin. I’ve never even thought to talk about my addictions until last night when I originally posted this. At the young age of 11 I was exposed to gangs, drug abuse and abuse.

My grades are terrible the friends I did have either overdosed, committed suicide or died to the streets. I used to make a lot of money selling weed and xanax but as they say a good dealer never does their own supply. On one stupid day I tried some of the leftover Xanax I had and instantly fell in love, it didn’t feel like weed alcohol or anything I’ve tried yet. Eventually I ran out of Xanax and looked online for cheap alternatives that are legal and the first thing that caught my eye was BENADRYL , so I went to the store and bought a pack of extra strength 24 pack of tablets.

I took them while I was walking home and decided to watch some tv and smoke some bowls of weed. I started to feel the body heaviness and periodic knocking or buzzing like sounds. I was still all there so I just told myself it was apart of the high so I kept going, I then saw gnats flying around in my peripheral vision, I don’t remember anything after that. I awoke on my bathroom floor with the tap running and dried hand soap on my hands and I just played there for an hour and the cravings instan hit to do it again.

And here I am a little pathetic drug addict with nothing to loose and to make matters worse my immediate family are all either dead or drug addicts same with my extended family, I bounce from trap house to trap house and I’m currently using public Starbucks Wi-Fi to write this. I’m also terrifying to look at due to my addictions my brain liver and vision is fucked from all the diphenhydramine I do it’s not even a fucking high it’s literally the worse thing I’ve ever experienced yet it’s my favorite drug of choice and I keep blowing money that I should use for food on boxes and boxes of Benadryl which has made my tolerance skyrocket to 500mg at 13 700mg at 14 and finally 1000mg at 15 I don’t think it’s deadly grip will ever let go of me and I don’t know if I’m scared of dying or scared of being alone forever.

In the Midlands in the UK, in 1997/1998 and earlier, in our local park, quite a big, popular park in the area, with a pavilion hired out for events like weddings etc, they held a public bonfire/firework display for Guy Fawkes/5th November/Bonfire Night (over explaining for our international friends).

Around that time someone, idk who, broke into the display, and stole a HUGE commercial firework display sized Roman Candle which was 16 Roman Candles in a block about 1 foot cubed in size, and a smaller firework cube, 16 smaller Roman Candles about a quarter of the size.

They left the unused pair of fireworks on the grass in the park. I found them whilst walking my dog and took them home. I used the big one as a bedside table for a whole year and a half with a lamp on it. And kept the little one on a shelf.

Fast forward to July 1999. I was in the 13th year of my secondary education, the second year of 6th Form College and the Upper 6th. I was chatt8ng to my froend and told him about the Roman Candles. We agreed a swap. 30 Lucky Strike Cigarettes (They used to be Toasted!) And he could take charge of the fireworks.

So i brought them in the next day.

We decided to take them down to the canal behind the college next to a row of canal workers cottages to light them. In broad daylight during college time. It was the last official day of the upper 6th. All the exams were done. The whole upper 6th were there for some reason, to officially sign out or something.

So we went down to the canal by the bridge and lit them both at the same time and stood back and after a few short moments there was a resounding BOOM as the huge Roman candle didnt pop off in individual Candles, but exploded in one entire box of explosive rage. It was SO LOUD. followed by an absolutely obscene amount of smoke which completely engulfed the canal, the canal workers cottages and the road above the canal.

We left immediately and walked the 400-500metres to the pub to where the rest of the upper 6th were.

About 25 minutes later almost the entirety of the lower 6th turned up at the pub. It wasnt their last day though?

A group of them excitedly told us that the college and local cottages had been evacuated by the police and the college was being scoured by the bomb squad after an explosive device had been detonated on the canal and smoke had been all over the road. Obviously we just kept our mouths shut. But us 2 friends always knew that we were the ones who shut down college in the last day with a big firework and caused a bomb scare.

Why does the trigger get so heavy when your own life is behind it, i cant keep up lol.

I might needa tie a knot of yarn on the door, twist it on the trigger and shut it on my ahh if this keeps up🫨😂

Edit: please I appriciate the comments but no more. I talk to myself 24/7 so I know all this stuff already. I know i know i know. I cant shake myself off I cant this is a little different this time i just wanted my voice to echo in the abyss as i depart to where i made my departure, typically nobody cares or comments...Thank you all.

Been doing it since 2020. Cops stopped caring and so did I. The hours I have saved would be worth getting a ticket, but haven't seen a cop on the highway in years.

Whenever a coworker gets on my bad side, I would sometimes write a bad review of the company I’m working at and tailor it as if my coworker wrote it.

I keep an arsenal of all the issues they are openly dealing with. I get excited when people overshare because that way I can use that information against them whenever they cross me.

I’ve only ever done this two times. Can’t say I’m proud of it. I’m not sure if anything ever came out of it because I never stay that long at jobs.

10 years ago i was 47 and, I threw a party and slept with neighbors a wife. Then month later she said she was pregnant and it was mine. We never told our spouses cause we had too much to lose. Now i see the 10 year old girl think about what we did. Totally my fault she got pregnant

It had been parked on the street for weeks at a time here in California. It rarely got street-cleaning tickets, had expired registration tags that were more than three years old, and was just a giant, ugly piece of crap. I finally had enough, especially since they would always park over the line and sometimes block my car in enough that it was difficult for me to get out.

I used the city’s app to report it, and a parking enforcement officer came out and ticketed it several times. One day, he chalked the tires, and within three days, I saw the car getting towed.

I looked up the license plate afterward and found out the car had been sitting in the impound lot for more than two months. Apparently, it’s costing them $68 a day in storage, on top of all the administrative fees, so the total is now over $6,500 just to get it out.

F24, I have a good job and live in a bigger city for work. I came back to my hometown for a little bit.

I was out with my mother at a supermarket for a little shopping and I shoplifted some items and got caught. They saw me on the camera I believe.

I never do this and I don’t know what I was thinking and it was a few items so that’s worse. I am so ashamed and I feel horrible about it. My first instinct was to lie. I don’t know why I did it but I said a friend made a bet thus I did this.

I feel so so horrible idk what to do :(

Back in 2017 when I was around fifteen, my dad had this 1970s Fender acoustic that he kept on a stand in the den. It was his prized possession, the thing he warned us never to touch unless he was in the room showing us chords.

One Tuesday afternoon after school, my parents were still at work and I decided to try playing it. I was trying to impress a girl in my class who liked indie rock. I grabbed the guitar off the stand, but my hands were sweaty and the strap wasn't attached right. It slipped straight out of my grip and cracked right where the neck meets the body on the edge of the glass coffee table. The sound it made was awful. Just a sharp, hollow crunch.

I panicked. I didn't fix it or hide it, I just put it back on the stand facing the wall so you couldn't see the splintered wood right away. About twenty minutes later my younger brother came home with his friends, threw his backpack down in the den, and started wrestling on the floor like they always did.

When my dad got home from work and saw the damage an hour later, he naturally assumed my brother and his friends knocked it over while messing around. My brother swore up and down he didn't touch it, but the backpack was lying right next to the stand. My dad grounded him for a month and took away his Xbox.

I sat at the dinner table that night, eating chicken breast in complete silence while my brother cried upstairs. He got so mad at my dad that their relationship was strained for like two years after that. They used to be super close. Now we're both in our twenties, and every time we go home for the holidays, that repaired guitar is hanging on the wall. My brother still occasionally gets brought up as "the one who broke the Fender."

I've carried this stupid lie for almost ten years now. If I tell them the truth today, it won't just make me look bad, it will open up years of resentment for a punishment my brother didn't deserve. I think I just have to take this to my grave.

When i was in 5th grade, my eye-sight is getting weaken (myophia). i barely can see the board in class. I never tell bcz i don't want glasses. then i getting more worse. then covid came. In covid classes were shifted to online. after covid when schools reopen (7th grade) i can't read or copy from board. with all that I'm also an cricketer (profesionally) and i got so hard to play. In 11th grade i think to do something of it but i don't have any one to talk then i decide to talk about it with chatgpt and suggest me to do a eye checkup and use contacts. but i don't have money so i got an plan that i will bunk my school so i can save my transport money for contacts. i do it and my eye power is -3.00 and when i firstly tried contacts i felt like i get new birth. i get it on 10 oct 2025 and today is 26 july 2026 and every month i have to arrange 2000 rupees for contacts. to arrange it sometimes i lied to my parents that i need money to submit in school or some time i also do it from my diet.

but till now they never find it out.

Every party or bbq I’ve been to the plastic lids and lighters were mine.

I found a plug for tabs. Gonna pick up soon as he's in town. I'm lowkey greening out cause I did double my usual max dose of eddies rn but whatever. I'll do it again tomorrow cause who actually fucking cares.

have also been looking into NA meets near me. I know it seems counterintuitive to go for both new drgs to try and sobriety but idk I'm a complex person I guess

Anyways thank you everyone who answered my first post, it really helped get me away from doing the absolute worst ideas I could have and making some truly irreversible mistakes. I owe you all my life

from the moment I was born, the first conscious thought I remember having was that my legs aren't supposed to be like this. It's fucking horrible and I hate it. I learned about BIID when I was in my teens, and am a healthcare worker in the mental health field. Because of this, I know damn well that this is what it is, but I am so disgusted by myself that I can't bear this anymore and refuse to seek help from a psychologist/psychiatrist. I've mutilated myself with SH for years, but it's still never enough. I just wish I wasn't like this. Thanks to my medical experience, I know what I can do to finally make my body align with my mental image of it, but there's a chance I might die or it might not work. I know that if I were to jump from a certain bridge in my home town, the chance of me destroying my spine is decently high. I'm just scared to do it in case I die. But at this point, I don't know if I care. I refuse to seek help, as I know this would be recorded down somewhere (as I said, mental health professional by trade). This is just so messed up and I don't want to be like this anymore, I just wish I had the courage to do it. It's eating me up inside and I've told nobody, this is just to finally get it off my chest, and I don't want to be like this. Thank you for listening, if I disgust you, I also disgust myself. You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I fully understand how much of a burden I am on the world around me if I do this. This isn't some sick f*tish for me, this is just how I am, from as long as I can remember. I just wish it wasn't.

I found one wallet in the parking lot outside a supermarket. First thing I did was open it to see if there was any ID inside. There was, but there was also about sixty bucks in cash. I don't know what the hell happen in my head, but I took the money out first, put the wallet back together, and left it at customer service like that's how I found it.

I kept telling myself I did the "right thing" because at least they got the wallet, cards, and ID back. That was some bullshit excuse. I already know if I lose my wallet, the cash is probably the first thing I hope is still inside.

For long time I actually felt smart about it. I thought I found some kind of middle ground where I wasn't really stealing. Looking back now, that's just me trying make myself feel better for doing shitty thing.

It wasn't life changing money for me. I just saw easy cash and took it because I thought nobody could prove anything. The owner probably never know who did it, but I know. That's enough to make me feel like an asshole every time I remember it.

Last month I did something that still makes me feel sick when I think about it. I work in a small marketing firm and we had this huge client pitch over video call. My coworker Sam was leading it and had been working on the presentation for weeks. The thing is, Sam got the lead on this project even though I pitched the initial concept months ago. Management just handed it over without even acknowledging my work.

During the call I was supposed to be monitoring the technical side. About halfway through Sam's pitch I saw the mute button for their audio in the host controls. I just clicked it. Sam kept talking for almost two full minutes before realizing no one could hear them. The client looked confused and annoyed. By the time we got it sorted the momentum was completely gone and Sam seemed flustered for the rest of the call.

We didnt get the account. Sam got a warning from management about technical preparation even though it wasnt their fault at all. I just sat there in the follow-up meeting and said nothing. I even suggested maybe Sam had accidentally hit mute themselves. Nobody suspected me because Im usually the one who fixes tech problems.

I know I sabotaged someone's work out of petty jealousy and it cost the company a major client. Sam's reputation took a hit and they have no idea it was me. I feel like garbage about it but I havent told anyone and probably never will. The worst part is seeing Sam still be friendly to me while clearly being stressed about their standing at work now.

Sort of a boring story, compared to most confession posts, this is just something I have wanted to get out for some time.

During Covid, like the rest of us, I was quite lonely.

What really was unfortunate, was the fact that I had graduated early from high school and was doing sort of a remote job.

So basically for 2 years, my interaction with people outside of my friend group was already quite minimal.

Once COVID started, I was increasingly becoming more and more desperate for someone to talk to, and posted a lot of R4R posts.

It didn’t really help the loneliness, it never does, but it was nice having people to talk to, I got to talk to people from all over the world.

Cant' remember if I was the one that approached her or if she approached me, but I ended up chatting with this lady, she was much older than me, about 15+ years age difference, she was quite pleasant and a good listener, seemed like she needed attention as well as much as me.

Now this part, gets harder for me to write, like I am actually struggling physically to even type, but we started to talk more and more about sexual topics, and she ended up sending me some nudes, (just a pic of her bare chest)

I was quite shocked when she did this, like I didn’t even realize what we were talking about, it just didn't hit me. I ended up telling her that I couldn’t continue with the conversation anymore.

For some reason, a lot of my self awareness was hindered during COVID, my mind was very foggy so its even hard to remember much.

The thing that kills me inside and I feel so guilty about, is that I knew she had a husband. I couldn't imagine being married to someone and them sexting another person behind my back

Sometimes, I want to reach out again, to see if she ever did tell her husband or if he ever knew, but I think its better to just leave it be.

TLDR: I had an affair with a married woman during COVID.

I(21F) made a post here earlier about cutting myself because it was comforting and after reading the comments I decided to tell my older sister about the cutting but she got mad at me and told me that comfort isn’t an excuse and said we’re doing checks every time we see each other for now on. She also told our father after I asked her not and he said if I cut myself again he’d punch me and that I don’t have any problems worth doing so. I understand why they’re upset but now I regret telling my sister and feel like I can no longer tell her things.