Unhinged Viewer Confessions

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And let's get into some unhinged viewer confessions. Can't help the attraction towards them quote unquote. Hi Snook, here's what I want to confess. I originally tried to post this on Reddit, but due to rules and security and whatnot, it was repeatedly erased on different subreddits. This will be kind of long. This email account is a throwaway for obvious reasons as you might have guessed by the title. I didn't want to say something explicitly in it, but I think it gives off the correct idea. I do hope this gets traction since I'd like to know what people think of this. I'm afraid of being identified, so I'll do my best to be as specifically non-specific as I can about myself. I'm taking precautions, but I'm not really an expert. I'm a male under 40, not from the US straight slash bisexual. I think I'm what would be called successful where I live. I'm engaged yet we're not planning any wedding event at least for the next two years. We live together and in general terms, we do have a great life plan. That's why I'm kind of paranoid. I think this could really, really, really ruin my life if known in any non-virtual context. So to start, when I was a kid, I went to private school, the whole primary and secondary education. I wasn't one of the popular kids, and in fact, I did get bullied. But comparing with what some other guys went through, I had it easy. I didn't have great looks, fortunately not being an eye sore. And adolescence did play dirty with me in that aspect of life. My teenage years are, in fact, my main suspect as to this whole ordeal. I had my intimate awakening at an early age. I remember having seen the sequel to a quite popular movie at the time when I was about 90 to 10 years old, can't say which, since this part is something I've talked about with my partner. You may take a guess. If my memory doesn't fail, I think my dad was there, and that he made me close my eyes during a intimacy scene that played. It was pretty much soft core adult video, to be honest. The thing is, we had this movie on DVD, and I did have a lot of time alone in my house as a kid. So after school or maybe on a weekend, I went and played the movie again. That scene played, and as I did, I started getting off to it. And eventually started just doing some more things to myself. That's the first clear intimate memory I have. In that age, I could finish. I didn't know what it was, just that it was pleasurable, and started doing that with this and other content. Since it evolved, I knew better than to do it in front of a people. Just in case, I do know early intimate awakening can be an indicator of trauma, but I don't remember any traumatic events of any kind during my childhood. Fast forward a couple of years, and I already have the notion of what intimacy is, that it was what I was seeing on that scene, and such. I still didn't have any sort of romantic attraction to girls, but I did feel curious about having intimacy, like backwards from what naturally would happen, or so I think. Fast forward another couple of years, and my hormones went crazy. As I said, I wasn't popular nor attractive, though that didn't mean I didn't have friends of either gender. So I was convinced nothing romantic, even less so to anything intimate, whatever happened to me while I was still a teen at high school. This in the context of hearing stories of other guys having intimate encounters of different cons, but the craving was there. And there I kept fantasizing about intimate situations. I did fantasize about having intimacy with girls my age, mostly about intimacy at school. I never did something inappropriate, like jerk in it in class or stalking or harassing someone, but I did have a very intense intimate drive, so I felt the need to relieve myself daily and for a time, multiple times a day, every day. And these fantasies persisted, up until now. It's not like I want to have intimacy with minors now, but I do get aroused with the idea of teens doing anything intimate with teens, being hetero or homo sexual in nature. Mostly stuff related to instances similar to what little I got close to, something intimate while I was a teen. Like going further with a more risky topic with girls, or having one of those boys' nights where one explored the limits of one's own intimacy. So this has been what can't seem to stop resurfacing in my intimate fantasies. I get aroused with the idea of minors having intimacy with minors, mainly teens, but pre-teens as well. The thing is I've also got access to, oh god, and used adult videos related to this, legal content like intimate stories, controversial legality content like anime or animated content, and also the kind of content you can find on the deep web. I don't really feel much of anything for illegal content involving minors. While I do know how to find this kind of material, the intrusive thoughts about it when feeling aroused had really declined over the last two or three years. Unfortunately, the recent advances in AI have been my torment these last months. Since I found AI's that can generate inappropriate images, and I found out how to bend the restrictions and filters these AI's have to prevent content like the ones I just mentioned. And I've used this for myself pleasure, and then comes the torment since afterwards I feel bad about it. I also know I could get caught, and that it could get me in some real trouble, and probably ruin my life. But here I am doing it over and over again. I do say all of this with guilt. I know it's wrong. I also know I would never do something to or with a minor. I have nieces and hats. haven't ever felt attracted to them? Or had any thought of placing a finger on them? I love them in not in that way. Even if that was the case, I have my convictions, and I do remain loyal to all of them. I do fear having no one to talk about all of this, hence this male and expecting to see this in your channel. My partner would never accept any of this, and she wouldn't ever trust in me again, and would never forgive me. We want to have kids eventually, so how would she look at me when one day I hold one of our children knowing this? I struggle keeping contact with friends, and what friend would be seriously okay with this? I have a therapist for other reasons, but one never knows what is and what isn't related, and I feel bringing this up could make them drop me. I don't know if there are therapists that deal with this where I live. I'm also afraid that either changing therapists or having a second therapist would raise alarms to my partner, because why would I? And so on. That's why I've come here to get this off my chest. It's one of the two places I could think about it. And don't get me wrong. I'm not here for pity, nor do I want to share myself loathing. I just want someone to read this, and to be able to know what they think. Being like this is horrible. I know people can have OCDs about being a predator, but to my understanding, those are unjustified doubts or intrusive thoughts. And this is no OCD. When I'm done with my self-pleasuring, I feel horrible, and then go back. I go and do the same thing over again. To finish this up, to you snook, and to everyone hearing and reading this, I would like to tell you, please consider the following. I can't seem to find the correct way to avoid misunderstanding. I just want to express that this is not something I chose, and probably lots of others didn't either. One doesn't choose whether they're going to like a certain food or not, regardless of whether liking said food is morally, logically, spiritually acceptable or not. It just happens to be that way. Now, if one does like this food, one can decide whether to eat it or not. Don't get me wrong either. I don't think this particular situation should ever be morally/logically/spiritedly acceptable. I just added that example for the sake of explaining my point. You may think this sounds like asking to be cut some slack, but no. I mentioned all of this after seeing several other videos and hearing/reading comments about how these situations are disgusting, and these people should die. I obviously can't judge that anyone reacts this way, but hopefully this is a point you could consider when having another of these situations. And all right, I'm just gonna start this off by saying your food analogy doesn't hold up and your food comparison doesn't hold up at all, because there's no foods out there in the general scope of foods people eat that are morally/logically/spiritedly/unacceptable, because that's the three terms you used for acceptable or unacceptable. And there's no foods. Of course, there's a handful of foods that are probably ethically unacceptable to eat, but that's only a handful. But in the general scope of mainstream foods, there's no sort of unacceptable foods. And also, it's completely different to compare these things, because, okay, let's just give another analogy, since you came at us with an analogy. So let's say my friend comes to me and says, "Hey man, I just don't wanna eat eggs." Okay, cool, he doesn't like eggs, no worries. But if that same friend comes to me and says, "Hey man, I like kids romantically "and I found them intimately interesting "and I wanna have intimacy with them." You see the difference there? I think what you were trying to get at was people can't choose what they find attractive or not. I think that's what we were trying to get at, but the food analogy was just terrible. And so, I think what you need to do, man, is talk to a therapist. I know you said they didn't wanna bring it up with your therapist, but you just have to. That's what a therapist is there for. Say I've been dealing with some thoughts that are negative. And you said, you know, you don't have any sort of romantic interest in kids. You did just mention your niece, your niece and nephew, but that you didn't mention other kids. But these thoughts usually grow into actual thoughts of, you know, doing things with minors, almost always. Like it's just a pipeline of going from, you know, illegal content to possibly becoming a predator. And so please get help for this goes too far because already you have done disgusting and just horrible, horrible things. Watching and consuming that content on a almost daily basis, it seems. And so that's disgusting. It's unacceptable. And you say you have created AI, illegal content and evolving minors. That is just actually the most horrifically scary, sad and disgusting thing I've heard in a long time. And so please talk to someone, get help because what you're doing is disgusting and it will only get worse. And so please get help. You need it, man. You know those pieces of clothing that you just wear over and over and over again? For me, Quince has basically become that entire section of my closet. And to just be completely candid, I love Quince. It is genuinely my favorite place to buy clothes. And at this point, it's basically all I wear. So when they reached out about working together, I was honestly stoked because I was already a customer. They actually sent me a few things to try. And these are the organic cotton, classic stretch Chino shorts. 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Get free shipping on your order and 365 day returns. Now available in Canada and the UK too. That's QUINCE.com/snook. Thank you so much for Quince for sponsoring today's video. And now, let's get back into it. I used to creep shot girls and then jerk it to pictures in the bathroom at work. Hi, snook, I've been watching your videos for a little over a year now. And when I'm at work or trying to sleep, your videos help me a ton. Besides that, as the title says, yes, I used to genuinely do this and I've been a creep shooting girls since the start of this year. Throw back to when I used to work at this place back in February. I worked quite close to this store and I would go there on my break and walk around with my phone to my side looking for any girl with an attractive body and I would pretend to be looking for something and then I'd record them. This stemmed from me being exposed to videos like this. It's called capping and it had a big following on apps like Reddit and Twitter. Videos like this have gave me the adrenaline rush and boost to go out in public and do these things. I never keep the videos though. After I finished to them, I end up deleting them. I don't know when or if I'll stop. Yes, I'm guilty and know I'm not proud of it. I even used to do creep shots of my coworkers while on shift and go to the bathroom to do it. Never got caught. I don't plan on doing it anymore, but when the time comes, it's hard to stay away from the temptation. I just had to get this off my chest. Thank you for listening. And I just have to be upfront with you, man. That is so shitty and disgusting and just wrong. It's so gross. And I don't know if it's illegal. It should be. But I mean, I don't even know what to recommend for you, man, because you don't seem like someone that wants to stop really bad because you keep doing it because you have quote unquote temptation. A lot of people have temptations to do stuff like that doesn't mean you have to do it. But like, man, it's just disgusting. Please get help for this. Talk to a therapist or something. Maybe someone can help you out. Talk to a friend about. I don't know. I don't know. Just try to like get some help for this because this is wrong. And you're going to get caught. And then you're going to look like a real idiot. And you might go to jail or get put on the registry of some sort. I don't know, but or lose your job or whatever. I mean, he said you did this to your co-workers, which is just horrific. I mean, think about these poor girls, they're just walking around, you know, regularly. And then you, the creep, are creep shot in them and taking pictures, a discreet, you know, explicit pictures of them. I'm just so wrong and disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself. And please get help and please stop doing this. It's just disgusting and you're a creep. I accidentally dropped my infant niece. And now she has severe learning difficulties and I never told anyone I dropped her. When I was 14, I was taken care of my niece. She was about nine months old. I was on my own and I was a stupid teenager who was more interested in my phone than anything else. She was just learning how to sit up and I had never had experience with kids and I didn't know she could only sit up for a little while before losing her balance. I placed her on my desk and put some baby fruit on it so I could scroll on my phone for a little bit. My desk was fairly high up around 70-ish centimeters high. And she ended up falling off onto the floor, hitting her head. I got up straight away, panicking how I would explain this to my sister and my mother. I didn't want to get yelled at so I just never told them. I handed her back to my mother with her screaming and crying and saying she just bumped her head and went back to scrolling on my phone. Following that, she showed signs of a brain injury which my sister brushed off as being unwell, being lethargic, being sick, constant crying. She stopped hitting milestones afterwards and was diagnosed with global developmental delay when she was previously hitting milestones before she was meant to. It's been a few years and she was diagnosed with many developmental disorders. Many difficulties and is now nonverbal. I know deep down is because of my carelessness. I have never admitted this before and I don't want to be yelled at. I don't feel any sort of guilt whatsoever or even any sort of shame. I just don't want to get in trouble and I care about how people see me. Feel free to put this into a video, it's great to get this off my chest and this almost seems like a troll post or like a troll like email, like how are you seriously not guilty about this? You ruined this poor babies or now toddler's life, you ruined a person's life who was previously completely fine and you don't tell anyone because you're guilty of feeling shame. How do you think that poor baby felt? I don't, man, please own up to this because think about how the parents feel, how their baby went from hitting all the milestones to being diagnosed with developmental disorders, please fess up, please admit and confess this to their parents, it would help bring them closure because now they are going to have to take care of their daughter or son for the rest of their lives when previously they could have been completely healthy and normal. But your carelessness caused their life to be ruined and now they're going to have to go through life with severe, severe difficulties. Please fess up but as you wrote in your email, you don't feel guilty somehow and for that, I think you're a monster. I am transphobic. Hey Snook, I know the title probably makes you think, wow, this girl is a piece of work, but please listen to me. I female, 20, am starting to think I am transphobic. Before I get into this story, here is some background information. My whole life I have never really been around anyone who identifies with pronouns or trans people, so it was all really new to me. I did not immediately hate anyone or have any mean thoughts about it, I genuinely just have never given it any sort of thought. My older sister was awarded by someone who presented and identified as a woman but was biologically a male down there. My sister has always been a little more "woke" than I have ever been, so she is more aware of how many different kinds of people are out there, never in my life, would I think something like that would ever happen to anyone. What had happened was my sister was friends with this girl. We will call her Maria. Maria is biologically a male, meaning she has male parts. My sister and Maria have been friends for a long time, I'd say, like a year and a half, and by friends, I mean they know each other and have hung out before in group settings. Recently, my sister had hung out with Maria one on one for the first time. As I said in the beginning, my sister ended up being awarded by Maria. I don't want to go into more detail of the story, as it's still really emotional for me. I cannot imagine the hurt and pain my sister is going through. As for me being transphobic, I want to make it clear that I don't go around harassing or treating trans people like their monsters. Honestly, before this happened, I didn't even think of trans people or have opinions at all in the matter. But after everything that had happened, I find myself developing a strong distrust and discomfort towards trans women. I notice myself getting severely uncomfortable in situations where people are vulnerable like public bathrooms or just public places in general. Part of me feels like I'm being unfair, and another part of me feels like I'm allowed to be protective after what happened to my sister. Because I even feel guilty because I know that there are trans people who have never hurt anyone and are just trying to live their lives. But at the same time, I can't pretend that what happened didn't completely change the way I see the subject. I guess I'm confessing because I don't really know where the line is anymore. Am I actually transphobic? Is this prejudice? Am I just being overly protective of my sister? I genuinely don't know. I just know that before this happened, I never thought about any of this. Now I think of it way more than I ever wanted to. I probably contributed to the death of my ex-fiance. Hi Snook, I've been watching your videos for a while now. And I thought why not submit my own? I don't have the best grammar, but I'm going to try to make this as easy to read as possible. Right when I turned 21, I immediately became a big drinker. It was something fun to do, something fun to look forward to in the evening after work. At that point, it had not impacted my life too much. I still had a job, still was engaged to my now ex, and still had a spunk, I think I've since lost. As time went on, I started drinking liquor, and going out with friends every weekend. I realized very quickly that everybody else around me wasn't as into drinking as I was. So I started drinking at home, alone. At some point between my 21st and 22nd birthday, the wheels had fallen off the wagon. I was drinking vodka, buying handles and drinking it in a weekend. It didn't even feel good. It was just second nature for me to do it. I would drink for a week or two straight, scare myself, then go a week or so off, then repeat. It was starting to put a strain on my relationship. I was hiding drinks, hindsight. is 2020, when I will fully ignored my own bad behavior. And now at 25, I see how much I was putting alcohol before absolutely everything and everybody else. One day, we finally broke up, and I moved back in with my parents. I really flew off the handle. I got a DUI, which is still my worst mistake to this day. Thankfully, nobody got hurt. Meet new groupie setting mist from Mabelie, New York. No tightness, no stickiness, no residue. Just plump, dewy, hydrated skin that still feels like your skin. Try new groupie setting mist from Mabelie, New York. Maybe it's Maybelline. But I will forever be ashamed of it. People who drive drunk and don't hurt people, versus people who drive drunk and kill people, were both doing the same action. One was just lucky. I took the DUI as a wake-up call, but not in the right way. I felt like I was in an inescapable tomb of my own creation. And I tried to commit S-word. An ambulance just happened to drive by and the paramedic jumped out and ran to hug me. We smoked a cigarette together, and she told me I was her daughter's age. I went to the hospital and stayed in the psych ward, after which I went to rehab. I was in rehab for almost seven months by choice, because I didn't trust myself. I actually went to two different rehabs one after another. One was basically a step-up rehab hours away, where you gradually got more freedoms to introduce you back into a sober life. I ended up moving hours away from my hometown to start a new life, moved into a place with my now boyfriend and cats. I had still kept in touch with my ex through this entire ordeal. I always said we should have never dated. We should have just been great friends. I'm kind of rambling in the backstory and I'm sorry. Now to my ex. He always struggled with his mental health. We would talk often about how he's doing, what the new city he was living in was like, he was wanted to move away, and basically just boring life things. Well, last August, he told me he had been prescribed pills for anxiety, and he asked me if I had ever taken it, which I have not. But I know it affects judgment. He started texting me flirty messages, I won't repeat, and I didn't reply. Actually, I had him blocked so his text wouldn't go through. Out of respect for my boyfriend and myself, and so he wouldn't be as a bearish in the morning. As an alcoholic, I know the feeling of embarrassing regretful texts very well, LOL. He also sent me concerning messages about hopelessness and depression. I sent a screenshot to his mom because they were close, and I couldn't live with myself if something happened to him, and I kept quiet when he was begging for help. I never intended to block him forever. A few days later, I got a new phone, and didn't think about it. Turns out because he was still blocked but it was a new phone, it didn't show that he was even blocked at all, and there was no option to unblock him. I just thought he wasn't texting for a month or so, which happened often, so it wasn't weird. I got a call last November. It woke me up. My mom told me he had committed his word. I screamed. It absolutely shattered me. I still wonder if he'd be here if I just didn't block him. There were hundreds of people at his funeral. I drove five hours one way to attend. He looked really skinny, like a not-him level of skinny. His death put me back in contact with some old mutual friends, which was a good support for us all, but nobody talks about how quick people move on and disappear again. A few months after he passed away, I got onto my laptop. I only log on maybe four times a year for financial stuff, and I saw his texts. Happy birthday. I feel really alone. Can you call me? I really need somebody right now. Texts all the way up until the day he committed his word. It was devastating information that they didn't come through on my phone, but on my laptop. I had come to terms with not knowing if he tried to call me or not prior to his death, but the new information that he did still keeps me up at night. It was like finding out all over again since the reality I had been grieving was wrong. I begged him to get help. I miss him. He was the kindest, most forgiving and generous person I've ever met. He didn't deserve that. I just wish so badly that he would have found somebody. I wish he could have seen me in a person sober. Have been for two years now. To any psychiatrist's, please don't prescribe anti-anxiety pills to patients that told you they are feeling S-word. Thank you, Snook. And before we move on to the next one, I want to let you guys know about my Patreon, and I know I mentioned it in the intro, but you guys get some phenomenal value and I'll let you guys know about it. And to be honest, the people who are part of the Patreon have already seen this video because you get early access, and do you think these confessions I've read so far disturbing? Well, you should see the confessions and the viewer confessions I read over there because they are so explicit and graphic and disgusting and disturbing. I can't even read them on YouTube, so head over to my Patreon where you get weekly bonus videos that are 30 minutes to an hour long, and every single Thursday, you get exclusive live streams where I hang out with you guys and read stories live, and it's an all-around great time, and also get exclusive access to the communities and the Patreon's Discord, and the first 1,000 members will get the exclusive founder role, and we are running out quick. And if you're not part of the first 1,000, you will never have that role ever. And also, you get ad free content, and like I said, early access content, and so you just get so, so, so much value, and also it just helps support me, and you get this all for just $5 a month. I mean, this value is one of the best values on all of Patreon, so please consider subscribing. The link is in the first link in the description, and the pinned comment. Please go support over there, and on to the next one. And now just a trigger warning for Animal Abuse, and an animal was hurt, so feel free to skip to the next one. There are timestamps, but let's get into it. I accidentally killed a kitten. Hi Snook, I've been a silent viewer for a pretty long time, and have finally got the courage to send in my confession. I want to give a warning that it is very sad and disturbing. When I was younger, probably around 12 or 13 years old, I accidentally killed one of our kittens that we had rescued. We found a litter in our yard, and were helping to rehabilitate them. My stepdad always left the kittens on our deck in the back yard, in a big container with blankets and food and water, because they were so little. I was under the assumption that the kittens were put away and safe in the container, before I began cutting the grass. About a quarter of the way into it, I heard a very loud crunching sound and a plume of fur came up around me. I think I was in shock because I had a sudden instinct to check what I had run over. I believe I picked up a piece of bone and I saw the fur everywhere and immediately started screaming. My mom said she thought I had run myself over with the lawn mower because I was screaming so much and I just couldn't stop staring at what I had done. I know it was an accident, but I have felt guilty over ever since. I don't know how I didn't see the kitten before I hit it and it was traumatizing. Unfortunately, the other kittens and litter died, one by one as well. They were all very tiny and sick when we found them. Thank you for reading my confession and I love your videos. It's been awesome to see your progression in video quality. Hi, Snook. My dad listens to you and I have kind of gotten hooked on your stories, so I decided to give you one for your YouTube. Okay, some background. So me, 18, best friend, 19, both female, have the same birthday in first name. We have been friends since we are three and four. My stepdad, 39 male, has been the only father figure I had in my life as long as I can remember. Okay, so now into the story. Me and my best friend had our birthday at my dad's, who is now separated from my mom but has never been out of my life but single dad's life and is good at it. Well, when one of our friends left our party, my dad was drinking and me and my friend got a hold of some powder they can put into a drink that makes people get knocked out and we slipped it it in his drink to see what would happen when it went into a fact we helped to his room and got him undressed and me and my friend took turns having our way with him. But that's not the worst part. We recorded it and used it to blackmail him and to date my friend. We told him he was a consenting party and we both knew my mom would have him put into jail thinking he manipulated us. And honestly, he didn't. He has been nothing but an amazing father to me and probably the worst part of it all is now I'm feeling jealous to my friend because she gets to keep doing things with him and I don't. It feels wrong and I know I shouldn't feel this way. I do about him with his role in my life and before anyone says anything, I am seen therapy that my stepdad is paying for but he has no clue why. If you decide to use this in a video, please send me an email so I don't miss it. If not, thank you for letting me get this off my chest. I slept with my stepbrother. Hey snook guy, just want to start by saying I seriously love your videos so so much. They gave me through long nights at work, car rides, and I love listening to your videos while I'm cleaning at home. I love hearing your views on different stories. You are just such a real person if that makes sense. Also, please keep my email anonymous. I will not be using any real names in this story. I have never told anyone about this and don't think I ever will because of how much regret I feel. Every time I get flashbacks or think about this whatsoever, I just feel disgusted of myself. I feel like it would help to finally tell someone since I never have before. This story starts from when I was in seventh grade, probably around 12 or 13 years old. My mom and my stepdad have been together since I was about 7. I am 18 now. I put stepdad in quotes because they are still not married and never have been married. We will call stepdad Steve. Steve has a son who is my age and I will call Carl. Steve and my mom always had a very toxic often on relationship. I met Carl when I was very little, probably like eight or nine. He was staying with us for a few days and then went back to his mom's and I didn't see him again until seventh grade. I hate calling him my stepbrother because I feel like we have never been close enough to feel like siblings, but maybe I say that as an excuse for my actions. Before I really get into this, I want to say that I feel like I have blocked out a lot of these memories because I hated it so much. I'm sorry if it seems like my story is a little spotty. Anyways, Steve stayed with us for the entire summer of seventh grade. I didn't really talk to him until me, Carl, and my older brother, who I'll call Teddy, all hung out together. Me and Carl started hanging out a little more frequently since we were the same age. I never felt like I had a crush on him or that I wanted to do anything other than be friends with him, but I remember one night we were hanging out and somehow ended up cuddling. I remember feeling extremely uncomfortable, but I was young and I wasn't sure what to do. After that night, I would still hang out with him, but I would avoid whatever happened on that weird night. He would always end up trying to get me to come closer and closer to him, and then he would end up cuddling with me. I hated it, and I'm not sure why I never said anything, but it just kept happening even when I would try to avoid it. Eventually, he ended up going home and we didn't talk at all until the next summer. We were both 14 now. At this point, I tried to avoid hanging out with him, but I didn't want it to be awkward, so I just acted like nothing happened. Eventually, we ended up hanging out again, and somehow the cuddling happened again. I would always try to make up some excuse that I was tired or something, and that I was going to go to bed, but he would try and get me to stay and it would work. I never liked doing this. I don't know if it was just because I was getting an attention from a boy, or if I felt bad, I don't know. Fast forward towards the end of that summer, or something I don't really remember, but we were hanging out and he ended up getting aroused. He kept putting my hand towards it, trying to get me to touch it. I kept pulling my hand away and acting like I didn't notice, but one thing led to another, I guess. And he had his pants down, and I ended up doing stuff to him. I still do not remember how we got to that point, I just know it happened. Every single day after that I felt so disgusted with myself, and wished that never had happened. The next year he came over during the summer I had a boyfriend, and would hang out with Carl and my older brother occasionally, but me and Carl never did anything. Fast forward to our sophomore year of high school, he was there for a break. I don't remember which break, but it was only a few weeks. Let me just say at this point, me and my boyfriend were no longer together. But just like the year before, we both acted like nothing happened, and our interactions were really only with my older brother or family. One night, me, my older brother, my cousin and Carl, we're all hanging out and drinking in my brother's room. I ended up getting so drunk to the point where I couldn't even walk. My brother ended up kicking all of us out so he could sleep. And I crawled out of his room all the way to the bathroom because I had to puke. The only thing I clearly remember is throwing up on the floor. The rest of the night was very foggy, but me and Carl were in my room, and we ended up having intimacy. When I say I was drunk, I mean I was plastered. I don't remember what led up to that point, but the next day, I remembered what happened, although it was foggy. I made him buy a plan B, and we never ever talked about it again. I was so upset because I never wanted that to happen. And to this day, I feel so disgusted and disappointed in myself for doing that. He didn't R word me. I know that I brought this on myself, but I'm seriously disgusted with myself every single day because of it. My ex-boyfriend knew about the stuff with me and Carl in seventh grade and called me all sorts of names. I get where he was coming from, but I'm with a boy now that I have been with for a little over a year. When me and my boyfriend first got together, my ex-boyfriend told him about the stuff with Carl and also said that we had intimacy, even though he didn't know that. But it was still true. I cried to my boyfriend and told him it wasn't true. I feel so horrible and he still doesn't know, and I don't think I will ever tell him. I regret everything that happened between me and Carl, and I hate that it still affects my life until this day. I feel like I should be honest with my boyfriend, but at the same time, I feel like I should keep it to myself. I haven't done anything with Carl for almost three years now, and I have never cheated or been disloyal to my boyfriend. I do not know what to do. I wish I could just time travel or have my memory erased. If this does end up going into a video, I would like to know everyone's opinions, even if they are harsh. I know that what I did was wrong in disgusting, and for a long time, it made me feel S-word. Now, every time I see Carl, I just want to cry and hide away, but I can't. Thank you, Snoke. I'm sorry if this was hard to read, but I really appreciate it, even if it doesn't get into a video, keep making great content. And I just want to say thank you for the kind words. And also, I know you said you didn't feel like you were R-worded, but it sure does come across that way. What do you guys think? I mean, like, I can't be the only one thinking this. It seems like you're violated. And it makes sense why you can't process this. Like, it's wrong. What he did, but I don't feel like you should feel sorry for what happened because it seems like he initiated everything. He pushed for everything, and he's the one that, you know, kind of did everything. And so I feel like you are the victim in this situation. And I also feel like you should really, you know, talk to someone about this. You shouldn't keep this just yourself because this is a lot to process. This is, um, this is a lot. And I understand why you'd feel disgusted with yourself, but I think if you talk with other people, you will end up understanding that, uh, Carl should be the one that is, you know, disgusted, uh, with himself because he did some disgusting things to you. And I really think you are the victim in this situation. And so please talk to a therapist, um, maybe even talk to your boyfriend. If you're comfortable, maybe I'll talk to a therapist first or a counselor or something like that just to help you process this and then see their thoughts on it if you should tell your boyfriend or not. But, um, yeah, please talk to someone about this and don't keep this all with them because this is a lot to handle, but I wish you the best. I have been sleeping with my girlfriend's mom. Hey there, new fan. here. Love your confession videos and have one of my own so let's get into it. Let's call me Michael, my girlfriend Steph and her mom Karen. Fake names of course. I was living with them and the rest of the family before Steph and I got together. But I kept noticing her mom Karen giving me the eyes. Karen is significantly older than me. One night I was thirsty and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. I am bent over the sink in the drink of water when Karen walks up behind me and grabs my butt. I spent around not knowing who was there and saw her and kissed her. From there things went off passionately. It ended with her and I get him freaky. Shortly after that Steph and I got together. But that didn't stop Karen. She comes in when I am showering late at night and does stuff to me or wait until I am out so I can get freaky. She texts me all the time and tells me she loves me. Steph has no idea even though she has been sent actual screenshots of Karen and I's convos. She always denies it. This has been going on for years. Just thought I'd share. Hope this makes it into a video. My son is the only reason I have not committed S word. I want to commit S word and my one year old son is the only thing stopping me. Hey Snook guy I've never done something like this so there might be some typos here and there but I will try my best to get the timeline right and include as many details as I can. I've been through a lot. And even though this might be a long post I appreciate it if you actually read it. This is still only the tip of the iceberg. Before I get into it another thing that's been helping me is your videos so I appreciate you. They are one of the only things I keep my mind busy sometimes. To give some perspective I grew up in an extremely religious household. My parents were Muslim and I was one of five children. In second grade I was doing math the fastest in my class. My reading was above grade level and overall I was a very successful student. I know what you might be thinking it's just second grade. But the way I see it if I was already ahead of that point and genuinely love learning there's no reason that wouldn't have continued. Unfortunately that didn't happen. My parents pulled me out of school after second grade because they said there were too many bad influences. They decided to homeschool me but they never actually taught me anything except a religion. They said that was all I would need in life. I was expected just to work with my dad in some kind of business. No education or degree mattered to them. They told me if I wanted to learn anything else I could do it on my own time but they gave me no structure, no guidance, nothing. Realistically what second grade is going to choose schoolwork over playing video games with no supervision. Not many. Not only did they take me out of school but they also completely isolated me. I wasn't allowed to leave the house unless I was with my mom going to the store. I never went anywhere alone. I never had friends. My only connection to the outside world was my computer. One of the only memories I have of being around other kids was visiting my cousin in Chicago. I had a cousin older than me. I don't know exactly how much older but she was definitely a few years older. I remember being told to go upstairs and call her for dinner. When I went up there she grabbed me, kissed me, pushed me onto the couch and everything after that is a blur. I don't know what happened but thinking about it still makes me feel uneasy. I was also never taught basic life skills, things like hygiene, how to open a bank account or how to get a job. I had to figure everything out of my own. For a while I believed in religion and I'm not knocking anyone who does. But around 16 I started questioning it. That's when I had my first existential crisis. I became terrified of death and the idea of nothingness. I still feel that way sometimes. But now it's mixed with everything else I've been through and sometimes it feels like anything would be better than this. I got my first job at around 18 but my social anxiety was so bad I couldn't even call out orders to customers. During this time my parents constantly told me I was a disappointment that I was too Americanized and that I was going against everything they wanted. One of my older brothers even told me he would beat me into a coma because I was stressing my parents out. When I was around 22 I left home and ended up living in my car for about a year or two. Eventually I moved back in with my parents but I basically stayed locked in my room. I went through a lot of strange short-lived relationships, nothing real until I met my son's mother. When we first met it felt like a breath of fresh air. She made me feel appreciated in ways I had never experienced before. She said I was like something out of a fairy tale. I thought maybe everything I had gone through led me to this moment. I thought it was finally my turn to be happy. At first things were good. I stayed with her at her aunt's house while I worked full time and saved up for an apartment. I took care of everything. Food, errands, cleaning, even maintaining the backyard and taking care of pets. I don't mind because I thought I was building something real. Looking back I realized I didn't understand what a healthy relationship looked like. I didn't have that foundation growing up. There were moments I didn't start right with me, like broken promises and things being hidden from me, including weird drinking habits in line about it. At the time I brushed it off because I wanted to believe everything was still good. Eventually she told me she wanted to start a family. Meet new grippy setting mist from Mavily New York. Gel to mist technology locks in your look for up to 24 hours with flexible all day comfy grip. Just plump, dewy hydrated skin that still feels like your skin. Try new grippy setting mist from Mavily New York. I was 25 and I convinced myself that maybe this would solidify everything. That it would bring stability and make things better. I had always wanted a kid my whole life and I thought we were ready. So we had a baby. During the pregnancy there were moments that made me question everything. Things that felt like betrayal, dishonesty, and emotional manipulation. I remember finding out she had reached out to an ex behind my back and tried to hide it from me. When I confronted her, she downplayed it and avoided taking full responsibility. I wanted to leave, but I didn't. I told myself I couldn't lose the family I hadn't even fully built yet. To this day she doesn't admit it was a emotional cheating. After that, things started to improve again. We moved into our own place, prepared for the baby, and for a while it felt like everything was finally coming together. When my son was first born, the first few months were perfect. I stayed home with him, took care of everything, and tried to make sure she felt supported and cared for. I had saved an entire month of PTO for that moment. But over time, things started to fall apart again. I was working long hours then coming home and taking care of the baby almost entirely on my own. I would work a 10 hour shift, walk through the door, and immediately take the baby before I even changed or did anything, and I would have him until the moment I went back to work. She wouldn't change one diaper. I was on duty 24/7 without a single break unless we were both asleep. I barely had time to rest. I eventually got a job opportunity that could have completely changed my life, better pay, better hours, better everything, but I lost it because of everything happening at home. She would get extremely bad out of her mind drunk, and I'd have to call off last minute because I'd go to her room to drop him off, and she would be completely out of it, and I had nobody else to watch him. Now I'm unemployed, struggling to find work, and I've had to drain my 401k just to survive. I have some good interviews lined up, but losing the structure I had because of this has been devastating. Things have escalated to physical abuse. I have been injured multiple times. There have been threats made against me, including false accusations that could take my son away. I have a lot of it documented. I've started recording things just to protect myself. CPS has been involved multiple times and has done nothing. She was under a court order not to drink at all because of how she would abuse it. One day, she and her mom were home alone with my son, and they were both extremely intoxicated. I contacted our caseworker, and they said there was nothing they could do since she is still their mother, and that they would check back in tomorrow. Tomorrow. My son was there in danger right then. The cops have been called multiple times, including one time when When she physically abused me, they asked if I wanted to press charges and I said yes. They said officers would reach out to me but they never did. She was out within 24 hours like nothing happened. Another time I was at work and couldn't go home while she was having a meltdown. I called for a welfare check and explicitly said I wanted to stay anonymous because I knew she would be violent toward me when I got home. They told me it would be anonymous but when they arrived, they told her I was the one who called which made everything worse. I am miserable, I feel trapped, I feel like I've lost everything. She asked like this because I found out she reached out to the same ex and I broke things off. Now she says I'm the one who ruined our family and that I'm being selfish. I have most things in order now to eventually get full custody but this has been both the best and worst year of my life. She smashed my phone so the one I have now is damaged. The wifi Bluetooth location services and tap to pay no longer work which makes everything harder. I've had to stop her from committing S-word several times and just the last five months. She threatened to shoot me with a gun and the most they do is hold her for 24 hours and let her go. This system feels like a joke. I have photos of my injuries from times she made me bleed, attacked me with a knife and much more but they always say there isn't much they can do. Lawyers I've spoken to said it's better to keep gathering evidence than to report every incident or she could still end up with custody because of how the laws work. I'm riding this after spending two hours looking for a job and sending up appointments. In two years I've watched what I thought was the love of my life turned into the most abusive person I've ever met and I'm constantly having to protect myself and my son from her. I feel like a terrible father for choosing her and bringing him into this. On top of having him full time when I'm home I also do all the cooking and cleaning. I schedule all his appointments and handle everything related to him. The only time she has him is the 8 to 10 hours I'm at work. She's unemployed and just bedrots and scrolls all day. She has also lied to her entire family saying I cheated and destroyed everything. Even making up stories that some of them didn't believe. A lot of her friends and especially her mother enabled her behavior. I have no family anymore. I have no friends. It's just me and my son. I just really really want us to get out of this hell. Most of these outbreaks are typically caused I refuse to buy her more alcohol. I'm not sure how to end this so I guess thank you for reading. I hope we both get out of this soon. I'm sorry I know this is all over the place my brain feels fried and it's hard to think. Thank you for reading. If you do it means a lot. I cheated on my ex. Hi Snook all the way from Australia. Before I get into this I love your content and have been a Spotify listener for a long time now. I cheated on my ex boyfriend. He knows, my friends know, his friends know. It is something I hold so much guilt over all the time. My friends tell me I shouldn't feel guilty because he was a horrible person who essayed me, rewarded me and strangled me on multiple occasions as well as a gambling addict who spent all of his money regularly on the pokies or slot machines and alcohol. He was also a severe alcoholic as well as a chronic liar. I will call him Brian. He had a best friend who I will call Allen who I cheated on Brian with. Brian and Allen were best friends throughout all of high school. And so when me and Brian moved in together we threw a housewarming party in which Allen was invited. Brian didn't really include Allen in much of the fun that night so he was sitting by himself and that is how I met him. I had no intentions of sleeping with him. Allen was kind of lonely and Brian couldn't always afford to go drinking with his other friends so we had Allen over a lot and the three of us always hung out. Eventually one night Allen saw how Brian was treating me and when Allen got the chance he told me I deserved better than that and gave me a hug. This was the first time a man had showed me true kindness throughout the months I had been with Brian and it ignited to spark in me in which I think is where his feeling started. The three of us kept hanging out and eventually Brian started working away which was a nice break for me. Allen and I hung out a few times alone before he eventually told me I was very beautiful and he wished he could kiss me. We were drunk. I stupidly kissed him and it all snowballed from there. We kept spending time together, talking in secret and slept together. That was when I said it and gone too far and we stopped. I tried leaving Brian a few times but he always ended up convincing me to stay with promises of change that never happened. Brian then rewarded me one night and I decided enough was enough and left him within the week. Eventually dating which Brian obviously found out and made him very angry. Allen and I eventually broke up. I found out that Brian confronted Allen and Allen told him the truth about the cheating in which Brian called me and left a voicemail asking to talk. I reluctantly agreed to met up with him. Brian threatened to hurt Allen. I ended up forming a situation with Brian again where he eventually assayed me, which then I left him again. Brian continues to call me almost weekly, it's been 4 months and harasses me when he sees me out in public. I had to break up a fight between Allen and Brian on a random night out. I'm not in contact with any of them anymore but basically I feel terrible for ruining their friendship and doing something so horrible to Brian even if he's done a lot worse to me. Enter right guys. That wraps up some unhinged viewer confessions where you guys have thoughts please leave your thoughts down below. I read every single comment and please like the video and subscribe to the channel. It helps so so much and to be honest these are some of the most disturbing and just unhinged confessions I've ever read. They are just truly unbelievable in disgusting and gross and if you'd like to send in a confession of your own please send to the email in the description. I appreciate all of the confessions you guys share even if they are sometimes very very gross and disgusting but thank you guys so much for watching to the end of the video. It really does mean the world. 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