For everything you need to get of your chest
I'll start
I never ever told anyone this so this will be carthatic . When I was younger my dad mentally and physically assaulted no that's not the word . I was tortured . Daily beatings , mental abuse . Once he tried to hang me but lucky for me my older cousin was there to stop him . I got issues with anger and abandonment issues due to this . On top of that I witnessed my mum get beat up as well

have you sought counselling?

That's brutal, sorry to hear about it MvArs! Shoot us a PM if you're ever keen on a chat pal.

There's a few things I'd love to confess and think it'd be cathartic like you said but I can't deal with the likes of certain users (probably banned atm but still reading) to know about that shit so I'll choose to respectfully not contribute to this thread.

Sorry to hear about that mate. Would've never guessed at anything bad though, seem like a great bloke on here.

My dad used to beat the shit of my mum when I was younger too. Can empathise there and saying its not a great feeling would be a bit of an understatement.

Sorry to hear about that MvFC.

The emotional baggage I carry still to this day I must say is draining . My mum forgave him as he passed away . I did too but I can't get over the fact of what he did . He never let me have my toys or go out or anything .

This happened to me & I'm still deeply affected by it. The emotional scars still remain however I just can't get it out my head.....



As a part-time job to help pay for my uni fees, I work at an Italian restaurant as a waiter. Last night we had a couple of new waiters in since exams are now over and people need to work over the summer. Well it turns out one of the new waiters was the chick I picked up at my friend's party! (That story was real up until the sh!tting began). Well, I took it as a sign of fate and decided to ask her out on a proper date. The whole night was pretty busy and I didn't get a chance to talk to her until I cornered her in the kitchen around 9pm.

We were just chattin about how our exams went and stuff but I really needed to go to the toilet but couldn't because this was the only chance I could talk to her. After chit chattin for a couple of minutes I was about to ask her out but I couldn't hold on any longer and let out a huge fart (I know, embarrassing huh). It was one of the silent ones so I was hoping she wouldn't notice. But after a few seconds her face scrunched up. It was one of the deadliest farts I had ever let out. My face went bright red like a tomato and she knew it was me. The smell even reached the cooks on the other side of the kitchen it was that bad.

There must've been something wrong with my stomach cos I couldn't hold it in any longer. The toilet was too far away, I had already embarrassed myself enough so I thought I had nothing to lose. So I dropped my pants in front of the girl and opened the floodgates of my bowel. The girl was so shocked she started spewing uncontrollably. One of the cooks was so horrified he spewed onto a vegetarian pizza that he just prepared. Since the night was so busy another waiter quickly came into the kitchen, grabbed that vegetarian pizza and went out to serve it to a customer. The rest of us were too busy standing around in shock to stop him. A few minutes later Kevin Airs burst into the kitchen and exclaimed, "I want to see the chef! The vegetarian pizza was delicious!". Then when Kevin Airs looked in our direction and saw us covered in crap and vomit with my pants down, he started masturbating furiously.

you sir are a fuck wit . What I wrote is actually true .

Did I any time insinuate that what you wrote wasn't true? Yep I thought not. I accept your apology & carry on.

lollywood - your a dick

What gave it away?

My first laptop was a hand-me-down from my brother.

After a while I looked in the trash and there were some videos. Long story short they were videos of him jacking off. Let's just say I didn't close the video straight away LOL

Edited by 16fsydney: 12/11/2014 07:16:35 PM

So sorry to hear that MVFCArse, I'm glad you felt this was an environment you could vent, and we're all on your side.

If anyone uses this against you on here and they're not banned instantly then I'll hunt them down myself.

ironic that you'd threaten violence
and the cycle continues

Where did I say I'd do something violent?

I'd hunt them down and curate a spirited discussion on the right way to treat people and it would end with life lessons learned and a heartfelt apology. #facts.

Edited by paladisious: 12/11/2014 10:14:52 PM

In the name of sharing and caring here's a couple for you.

11 years ago I was driving home from work and I saw an ex of mine I was still friends with driving past looking upset. My first thought was to chuck a u turn and flag her down but I decided I was too buggered and I wanted to go get some rest. It turns out she killed herself about an hour after I saw her. It took me years to get over and stop blaming myself.

I once got a blowjob on a city rail train, we were alone on a carriage and right before I was about to come we had to stop because people were getting on at circular quay. Blue fucking balls all the way back to Toongabbie.

:lol: I have a similar train-sex story that I will consider a confession.. In advance, I apologize for hi-jacking this thread MvArs.

One time I was catching a train back to Newy from a gig in Sydney and met two girls who were easy 8's, maybe higher. Here I go putting my charm on, just chatting to them, and one of them whispers into the others ear, then leaves the carriage and says "I think i've got a friend in the next carriage, i'll leave you two alone". The remaining girl just pounces on me, and things are getting pretty heated. She then, without prompting, decides to unzip me and go down on me. The carriage was empty but us, and I kind of figured that it was an old enough train to not bother with cameras etc, so I let it happen. In my state of (non)sobriety I was actually impressed with how long I lasted compared to normal, and eventually her work was done, so to speak. She then had this insanely odd/weird look on her face, kind of just spat the results on the train floor, and then said "I hate swallowing. Now I have all the leftover shit in my mouth. What do I do?" and I was like "idk, there's a bathroom up there" and she called me an idiot and all kinds of things because she'd never drink or even wash her mouth out with tap water from a train, apparently. And we had no drinks or anything.

So then, I looked up and said "shit, this is my stop" and bailed. Which it wasn't, we had just stopped at Tuggerah and I was catching the train to Broadmeadow - probably 30-60minutes further north for those that don't know. I just couldn't deal with the shitstorm that would have continued from it. I then rang a mate who lived in Ourimbah, he picked me up from Tuggerah station, we got KFC and went back to his and played FIFA into the early hours of the morning :lol:

#pvlad

:lol: she really put you on the spot post BJ

At least she didn't go in for the kiss.

Another potential shit-storm that could have eventuated, that made my decision to bail easy :lol:

You really should make the effort to find a good therapist, they only way to get rid of the baggage is to talk to someone about it, preferably someone you don't know who is skilled in listening and providing positive responses, really will do you the world of good. i have had issues with employee's and when my son returned from Afghanistan, i got them both to go to therapy and they both raved about what a huge difference it made...

good luck...

I realise it's not in the spirit that this thread was intended but I lost it at this part :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Good advice. That's how I got through what I discussed earlier.

After I had surgery last year, I had no one in my ward for a few days (maybe 5-6 people spread across different rooms) and I was practically high on Morphine. I kept having hallucinations, and at some point I tried to kill myself. I couldn't handle it. I attempted pull everything out of me - I seem to recall thinking I was at home. I woke out of that, to find having a lot of people around me. I nearly died. (I'm sure you 442sters would have preferred that)

Thread is wai 3heavy5me

-PB

The first time I saw the title of this thread I thought it would be the perfect place for me to talk about the OCD way that I eat chicken parmas, but saw how heavy it was and didn't touch the poop.

i don't prefer that you could have died....welcome to the planet......:d :d