What Bad Shit Have You Done - Daily, As it Comes To You, Your Past, Lets Be Honest

[goingonhope]

9 yrs. old, Took a small wrapped present from top of desk at friend's home, opened it and found two bars of soap. My sister squealed on me to mother whom then called the town cops who came to our house, spoke and talked to me.

As teenager, another friend and I entered into same friend's home, snooped around, found and stole a couple cans of Chef Boyardeee Beef Ravioli's, the phone rang and I answered it. It was my aunt, who knew damb right well nobody belonged in that house at that time. Before we could leave, and she arrived at the door, I vomited uncontrollably in the sink.

......I'm beginning to understand that someone, anyone, might be thinking that I think, this is a 'I did that I'm proud of it thread', after reading how many entries I've put into it. I wouldn't blame anyone for thinking this. But, No! It still remains to me, shameful and disgusting, bad shit, yet honest, wrong choices I made in my past. The only ones that may ever come to truly understand my list :dontknow: of misbehaviors and bad shit, is perhaps, God and me.

 

[piglet]

Well. Let me think....

I shoplifted about 3 tons of chocolate between the age of 10 and 15.

At 13, I used to take money from the psychobrother's paperround collection bag and buy myself more chocolate. My pocket money had been stopped cos psychobrother thought it was unfair that I still got pocket money and he didn't. (Found out that my mother knew what I was doing and just put the same amount of money back - never challenged me about it once).

Ran off with some friends' clothes when they had gone skinnydipping in a local pond.

Keyed my psychobrother's car.

Skipped Sundayschool. Yes - I will go to hell!

Stole alcohol from my parents' cupboard - they never touched the stuff and never noticed it had gone.

Accidentally tore a seat cover and let my eldest brother take the blame (only one I feel bad about).

That's about it for now. Of course, I am now a complete angel!!!!

 

[Nam]

Ran off with some friends' clothes when they had gone skinnydipping in a local pond.

That was you!!!!!???? I was the one in the pond! I spent the whole night naked with bug bites in a tent with another guy! He didn't seem to mind....

1. Became a friend on purpose to a girl that wasn't liked in school and led her to believe that I was her friend then dropped her as soon as we went to middle school.
2. Lied to kids who asked what happened to my mother. I said she was a terrible person and had to be put in jail and that was why I was here...
3. I'm more lenient on one of my children then the other.

 

[Deleted member 93]

The seat reminded me of something not bad to me but my mom was beyond pissed. About 8 yo I for some reason decided to carve a face in one of the varnished kitchen chairs. Did not admit it until I was around 27 LOL. And after seeing how easy they scratch up with my own kids I do not see the big deal, but I was scared for so long! Even as an adult!

And Piglet, sorry, the clothes is just too damn funny. I would still do something like that today if the chance... I hope that does not make me bad!

As far as kid stuff I was locked in a mental hospital at 13 for a month. Parents thought I was going to kill myself over some boy... My behavior would have been more homicidial for me to look back on it, he was a jerk and I was "in luv"... He kissed another girl and of course I was upset. They found a note that I went off on him in.

I was a good kid up to that point really, just a bit dark, Goth style before they had a name for it here. I was stuck in there with teens that have issues like we do now (remember at this age I did not have recall of bro and thought abuse was dislipline like every other kid). I decided it would be ammusing to play head games with docs as my past time. I was pissed over being placed in there, and man that place was depressing, even with the cages over the bulbs of the lamps in our rooms. Total lock down. We were the "emotional problem" side and another group of teens we could see through the glass beyond the workers, nurses, who ever they were (babysitters basically) were the drug rehab teens.

Made eyes at a cute guy with such long hair so pretty and we passed off numbers at a co mingle they allowed once. I called him when I was released and at that point decided if I was going to be treated like that I would give them cause... Lost my virginity to a thug (rehab teen) and point blank told my mother at the table. After picking myself up out of the floor in the next room I realized my step dad had no problem punching a girl in the face and made note to self, be an ass when he is not in arms reach! Twin just sat there shocked and quiet and eveyone went back to eatin supper with me bleeding with a fried mouth and face ... Yes, very functional family. He is a vet who is a drunk with serious anger managment issues. Not that I did not deserve a back hand, I had that much coming but that was a bit over kill as were most of the times he hit us.

And to think I could have saved my virginity for my husband... Not a better choice, but still really bad judgement and hurt myself, not them.

 

[batgirl]

I still can't think of anything, other than the small amount of stuff I shared a couple of days back. I'm reading everyone's posts to see if it will jar a memory, but it doesn't... my mind is still a blank. I knew I had some major memory lapses from before the trauma, but it's starting to bother me now. Wish I could remember something...

 

[Nam]

Batgirl, memories are weird things. There's really no way to help yourself jar a memory. It'll come back in it's own time when your mind feels it's ready. Unfortunately, your conscious opinion doesn't count to the subconsious side.

 

[batgirl]

Thanks Nam. I'm sure you're right, so I'm going to try not to dwell on it.

 

[Nam]

1. Stole a kids movie from a donation box.
2. Stole a crowbar (5ft)
3. Had an emotional affair.

 

[GR-ass]

Well, lets just say I'm a work in progress.

As a kid I quite used to stick chewed bubble gum in the sun then when it was all molten stand on it.

I'd climb to the top of the pine trees and jump from branch to branch to get down, about 20 m in the air.

When I was seven I pushed my twin out of a mango tree.

By ten I was offering myself sexually to the neibour hood guys.

At ten I kicked a classmate off of the monkey bars, he ended up with an open fracture on his lower leg. I poked it and asked if it hurt.

Started smoking when I was eight, went cold turkey when I was 11

Made out with my best friend at twelve. Was one of the only enjoyable sexual experienced I have had.

Started burning myself when I was twelve

Rubbed mango sap up my arms when I was thirteen.

Also when thirteen I took a full packet of antihistamines in a suicide attempt. Slept for 36 hours and that was it.

At 16 slept with a guy because he was all churchy church and I liked the thought of corrupting him.

Put my hand through a window at school because I was pissed off at 16.

Put paperclips in power points and turned them on at 16

Hooked up with another guy at 17 because it was the 'right' thing to do.

Groped a male teacher the same year. He left the school because of it.

Hooked up with another guy who beat the crap out of me at 21. Stayed with him and provoked him at times to be 'punished'
Emotionally cheated on him
Hooked up with a guy whose GF was pregnant. Let him hit me/ tie me up, again because I figurede I deserved it.

Picked up random married guys to sleep with.

Ummmm yeah.

Think that is about it.

All in all, not so bad.

 

[GR-ass]

Oh I forgot. I slice into my left arm and leg with blades so I can try to stop remembering the abuse my brothers put me through and the fact that my parents are ignoring it.

 

[anthony]

Oh, so so much comes through for me...

Stole money from my dads bedside draw to go play the pinball machines.
Beat a kid up one day for his money because I had spent mine.
Definatley lied to get out of appointments.
Definately lied to many girls about being places, when being with another girl instead.
Lied to acquaintances to manipulate a situation for my own benefit.

 

[goingonhope]

At 6, Used red fingernail polish to paint my dolls eyes and then with ball point pen gouged out the doll’s eyes. Stuck pen through mouth into her head. Colored dolls private part then used pen and butter knife to puncture and widen the plastic of dolls private part. Her hair grew long as it was pulled out from her head, I did this and then cut her hair, tied a rope around her throat, and later ankles after eldest sister told me their was something terribly wrong with me for hanging my doll. I had hung it out the window, from the second floor of our new house.

At 8 or 9, My sister and I told my friend that my Aunt was a witch, we got carried away, making mention of séance’s, that we claimed we were participating in, which in fact, eldest sister was involv. in. Before the end of frightening her, I considered I must be possessed to be so mean. As we spoke in such ways as to deeply frighten my friend and she went home in tears. Quite naturally this ended our friendship.

At 8 or 9, used saw to cut square, secret passage from my closet into mother’s closet thereby making access to her locked room.

At 9, I belly laughed when neighborhood girl fell down hill and broke her leg.

At 10, told best friend that I was pregnant from sister’s boyfriend’s brother. Pretended to be. She told her sister who in turn concluded false promiscuous, impressions of me.

10 or 11, bought female sanitary napkin from jr. high vendor went to the art room and painted it red, placed in upon step to an entrance to school near learning disabled students, watched as one child picked it up, held it up high while waving it and walked through school hallways announcing, “What’s this?’ Laughed.

10 or 11, bought a soda from teachers lunchroom vending machine when this was against the rules.

At about 11, A few different times searched through mother’s boyfriend pants looking for money. Stole $5 to $10. when I could.

At 11, intentionally set friends bedroom trash barrel on fire so that I could turn around be the one to spot the fire, put it out and be a hero.

At about 15, I emptied and spilled mother’s boyfriend’s shit load of prescription pills all over table and coffee filter and then emptied sugar bowl on it, making a mess, hoping that mother would see it and hold him responsible and have him hospitalized. She rightly believed him and rightly assumed it was me.

At some age in high school, frequented the nurses office and while in bathroom of nurses office, or on nurses bed behind curtain, often wrapped my hands around my throat and proceeded to attempt to choke myself for as long as I could stand it.

Highschool, went to school regularly with can of frostin and ate and vomited whole can until I was sick.

yucky...not me, but just being reminded of all this.
Yuck!