ERA Anonymous Confessions 2017 - New Location, New Administration, Same Old D-Pics

CesspoolofHatred said:

neoak Today's list

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Fiction said:

Know we've had a bunch of gross ones, are there any sad or uplifting ones in the queue? I could really use a change from all this food feeding and you know General Era stuff.

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Hello.

I wrote last year about being in an abusive relationship. How I felt like a hypocrite for being a feminist online while suffering a controlling, misogynistic man at home. It's gotten worse of course. My health has taken a turn for the worse, and every time I am injured or sick, he treats it as if I had done it on purpose. Since I have no control over our finances at all, and he refuses to let me work, I can't leave. I have kids to worry about and I can't let them starve.

I am secretly interviewing for a job tomorrow. I am hoping its not a scam. It will be the first job interview I've attended in 17 years. If I am hired, even though the pay isn't great, it does have benefits and maybe, just maybe, I can get out.

Otherwise, I don't know what I am going to do.

I don't even know why I am writing this.

I guess it just helps that someone knows my big secret. That someone might have some advice for me. I never want to be a burden on anyone. I want to do this on my own if possible, but it's terrifying. I was literally kept barefoot and pregnant for the first ten years of our relationship. I never left the house or was allowed friends. How am I going to make it in the real world?

Pray for me.

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Hey ERA~

Confession, my mum has been a hoarder for many years and I don't know how to help her.

- Our house has gotten to a point there's spiderwebs, dead bugs, and dust and grime everywhere; if you walk across the floor, you'll probably step on crumbs or dirt. You also can't 'walk normally' through paths because there's so much junk to tip-toe around. In addition to dirt, my dad smokes a TON; any time I clean there's a layer of dust, dirt, and smokey yellow stains on everything.

- She doesn't do anything. Literally. Most days she'll "wake up" at 5PM, go downstairs to this living room spot (the only spot that doesn't have stuff on it) (it's a black and dirty though because it's the only spot to sit in), sleep more, watch TV, eat, TV, and sleep again. She's been doing this for at LEAST 95% of the year for the last 5 years (actually closer to 15, but it's hit new levels in those recent years). If I suggest she needs help, again, she won't listen, deflect, or has even turned the TV to max to drown me out.

- Almost everyday a new package arrives from some online store. It's mostly clothes or 'presents' no one asked for, or duplicates of other items (I have THREE avocado knives) She has enough clothes to last her to her end of days even if she never did a load of laundry again (which she doesn't, because she doesn't do ANYTHING ever).

- She's on a medical leave of absence for a physical problem; she often conflates this problem (and I'd argue it's more mental); she's lied many times about her ailments. She's negligent, unhygienic (I'm scared to tell hygiene-ERA how much she might actually wash up, but I sure as shit can say her towels haven't been washed in many moons), and has done absolutely nothing to help herself and claiming she's "about to die" for about 10 years (still counting).

- if I DO clean, my folks stop talking to me, or yell at me or even go through my garbage assuming I've thrown out something valuable. I often get accused of throwing out ANYTHING they can't find themselves. And while I would do more up-keep if I could, I'd get NO HELP and I also don't want to single handedly clean around all 80 boxes on the floor every damn time the floor needs a sweep.
Once I cleaned up the kitchen and she put me on the silent treatment for a month, even shutting doors my face, because it's not my house to clean. I threw out 20 year old magazines and she threw a fit for throwing out 'her property' (which, sure, I get it, but they weren't being touched, they were dusty even).

- In addition; My dad's too soft to do anything and even part of the problem (he barely cleans, and assumes she'll get her act together). My dad also smokes a LOT and ALWAYS inside (often, during winter, with no windows open). I'm getting tons of second hand smoke, complaints about the way I smell, and any attempt to talk to him about this or anything, he basically makes the light threat that he can kick me out or remind me he owns the house.

I HATE my home life. It's not physically abusive, and I'll always be grateful for that... But I'm also losing my mind, I've been stuck living like this for YEARS --- it's no longer home, it's always dirty, there's dead bugs everywhere, and my folks like to remind me that I have NO INPUT in this because I'm their "kid".

Is there anything I can I do??? The intent is to move out ASAP and never think/speak to them again, but till then I'm sitting here while my mind starts to rot.

Signed,
OscartheGrouch
PS: My room is actually clean! It is my only sanctuary~~

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My friend and I worked in a shitty company that prioritized impossible deadlines ove anything else. Said friend can't handle being in such a stressful situation, but she kept her cool and delivered everything that was asked of her. What really stressed her out were wanna-be-managers and a manager who micro-managed, she just couldn't handle having every aspect of her work scrutinized and commented on by both her manager and another kiss-ass co-worker.

It started off with small comments disguised as helping out the new recruit and quickly turned into people controlling everything and interfering with client communications to make themselves look better, and save the day in case there are issues. Later on, comments turned into thinly-veiled insults that got really personal at times.

Well, this friend decided she had enough and sort of snapped after a shitty work day. It took a lot, but I managed to calm her down and all was well... or at least I thought so.

What happened is that a week later, I walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, only to find her spitting in the wanna-be-manager's homemade salad dressing. After the initial shock wore off, I told her off and let her know how fucking gross it was. She didn't give a shit and just walked out to get back to work like nothing had ever happened.

So here I was standing in the kitchen, wondering what to do. On one hand, fuck it was gross and I couldn't stand for it... on the other hand, the woman had been putting up with a lot of shit for months and I felt really bad for her.. she also needed the job and I didn't know what HR would do if they found out. Thought best course of action was to dump the thing and claim it went bad or something (it had been in the office's kitchen for a while now).

Well, as luck would have it, the owner of the salad dressing walked in before I could dump the thing. I tried to convince her not to use it as it smelled and looked weird, but she didn't buy it and decided to use half of it on her super healthy, mostly green salad. before taking a bite of it right there in the kitchen, minutes after my friend had spat a huge glob of gross into her salad dressing.

I've left the office years ago and that's the clearest memory I have of that place. Sometimes I just gag thinking about it.

Worst part is... I heard another friend of mine thank the wanna-be-manager for sharing her salad dressing later that day.

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Inspired by SparkWorkDude's story, I guess I'll share a confession of my own.

I used to work at a university. Across the hall from the department I worked for was another unrelated department. There was a student that worked for said department that all of the student employees in our department would sort of check out. Not only was she very pretty, she always wore super tight skirts that accentuated her perfectly proportioned ass. One of the student employees in my department said he tried to "Snap her" (presumably his dick as I heard stories he'd do that to randos) but she wasn't interested. Keep in mind that I wasn't a student employee. On the contrary, I was about 10 years this girl's senior.

That being said, my life was in a pretty crappy place. Work was becoming awful due to a lot of factors (budget, workplace harassment, etc) and my personal life wasn't much better due to the fact that my SO of a long-time at that point had pretty much been going out and partying when I wasn't around. This would culminate is something far more serious down the road when she was regularly using cocaine and hooking up at parties.

I felt pretty much like dirt in my personal and work life.

Eventually, the pretty student employee adds me on Facebook. I don't really think anything of it as we have lots of mutual friends through the department she worked in. A few days down the road, I get an anon contact add in Snapchat. Given that the username was a portmanteau of her first and last name, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was. The catch here is that I keep my Snapchat account separate from my Facebook account so I don't get family adding me.

I'd later ask her about how she got my username, she said through my phone number-- which is also unlisted. I presume she asked around for it, I'm still not sure how she got it to this day.

The first few days of her snapping me start off innocently enough. Just pictures of food/drinks/shoulders-up selfies. One night, this girl gets wine drunk and things go south quick. From quick timed tit and ass photos to long clips of her using a vibrator in less than an hour's time. The cherry on top is that she knew I was in a relationship and said she wanted to hook up basically no matter what.

A few days pass and she is still frequently sending risqué snaps. She starts kind of giving a slight smile and wave when she'd see me in person-- even when the student employees of my department where in plain sight. She got even bolder and snapped a message to the effect of "What are you doing for lunch? Hopefully me ;)".

For some reason, I doubted this girl and just assumed she was a Snapchat tease. I figure a lot of younger people are that way. So, just to see what happens, I told her to meet me by this particular room that I only had access to. No one else in ANY department, outside of security, had this particular set of keys that I did.

She showed up-- slight smell of vodka on her breath-- in one of those tight skirts mentioned previously. She wasted no time, wrapped her arms around me and just went in for the kiss. She immediately went for my obviously hard cock and pulled my pants down. She lifted up her skirt, no panties, and you know what happens here.

I went back out for lunch and she Snapped pretty shortly afterwards. "Same place same time tomorrow? ;)"

This persisted for quite sometime. The quiet little clandestine lunchtime relationship. She dated around or whatever, but it became this habitual thing that we both quietly benefited from.

The end of the story is this: I ended up getting a job offer in a bigger city paying much more. I took it. You would assume I haven't seen the girl since I don't work where she is a student but she ended up actually ended up where I live now for a few nights for training for her current position. We met for drinks and... nothing happened. She told me she missed me, kissed me and even invited me to her hotel room. I declined because not only was she WAY too drunk, me and the problematic girlfriend have amended.

I haven't seen her since.

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If this isn't the right place for this, then feel free to not post it. And if its too depressing for a thread where everyone is just looking for people to laugh at, I get that too.

I'm going to kill myself at the end of the year. There's just no future for me and my entire life has been one pointless and painful time.

Being trans is completely soul crushing. I've been transitioning for 4 years (most people can tell if they're going to pass by a year or two), and its obvious I won't ever pass. Society treats me like a freak for this, people online treat me like a freak for this, family and friends treat me as a freak as well. I've had other trans people try and tell me that it just doesn't matter, but to me it does. My dysphoria hurts me so much every day, and if I don't look like a woman, then it doesn't go away. I'm in the same position I was before transitioning, just with the whole world looking at me like I'm disgusting.

When I first started transitioning, I tried to be more open about it when it came up at my university, which led to some complications with the professors treating me with disdain which eventually people in my classes picked up. This led to me dropping out of college twice after my grades tanked since I couldn't focus on classes with all that going on. My dream of going to grad school was completely killed by all of this, so I can't even go into the career field that I want.

Nobody wants to hire me for a job either. I've tried fast food places, nothing. I've tried getting certifications and going into IT, nothing. The only good news is me getting my name around town gets me one thing to fix for someone about once every 3 months. But, its enough money to finally succeed at this, so that's something.

I'm 25 today, and I have nothing to show for my life. At the end of the year, I'm going to be kicked out by my parents because they just don't want to deal with me anymore. Not that I blame them, but that's that for me. I have no friends left, I have nowhere to go, and I'm just tired of dealing with all of this when its obvious that none of it is going to change for the better. And no, it will not get better.

I don't really know why I'm posting this to the confessions. I'm not expecting advice or pity, and I know most of you can't even relate since this is mostly about trans bullshit. I guess I just wanted someone to know my story so it wasn't completely a waste of time.

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