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Most recently published stories in Confessions.
A little pee never hurt anybody, right?!?
Have you ever had that dream where you need to go to the bathroom so badly that you piss yourself in public? No? Really?!? Just me then, huh? Well that’s embarrassing. Imagine, if you can, what it would be like if that came true. And not just anywhere. Of course not. Imagine if it happened in HIGH SCHOOL.
By Jessica Miller5 years ago in Confessions
A Day
As the title suggests in no obscure manner, I had quite a day. Unfortunately for some looking for something bright, or positive it was not what I would categorize as a good day. Between interactions I had, and the ones I really could've used today it did lead to quite the breakdown in the shower after work. However I have had some fruit and hydrated and I'm ready to share if y'all are ready for a quick vent.
By Emrys Everette 5 years ago in Confessions
Attention Shoppers
Yea. Yea. Yea. I know, I was old enough to know better, but the fear I had for my step mother paralyzed my vocal cords. Ok so let's take it back to August 1998, I was 8 years old. The day started off as a regular day of errands and shopping but quickly shaped into a Saturday morning that I would never forget and a secret that I vowed to keep.
By Monique Peck5 years ago in Confessions
Dirty Little Secret
I believe that everyone needs to allow themselves a safe place to write or somehow tell a secret that they might have sitting in the back of their head eating away at them. Secrets that might make your shoulders heavier than they should be. As I'm writing this I have decided that this is the place I'd like to write out a little confession of mine that I will probably never tell another soul. I do feel a little guilty about said confession, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
By Alexis Bellaw5 years ago in Confessions
Memoirs of a Clumsy Girl: Muddle Puddle Mayhem
Drip. Drip. Splat. The sounds echo in the silence of the giant gymnasium turned exam room. Just ignore it and keep writing, keep the focus on the questions. Drip. Drip. Splat. An annoyed sigh floats across the room from the professors at the front. Drip. Drip. Splat. A snicker from the back of the room had me writing faster. How did I manage to find myself in this place?
By Dianne Crompton5 years ago in Confessions
My Most Embarrassing Therapist Moment
I always thought being a Therapist meant I had to be perfect all of the time. I was completing my Master’s degree in Clinical Mental Health Counseling in a state far away from my family at a time when my life was anything but “perfect.” I worked 60-70 hours a week and didn’t know how to take care of myself.
By Mari Moore5 years ago in Confessions
Where do Babies Come From?
At what age did you stop asking yourself, "where do babies come from?". Do you remember the exact moment that you put two and two together, and realized the true process to the creation of life? Well, I can assure you that every person that I know stopped asking themselves that question long before I did. Welcome to a life of pure childhood innocence. Welcome to a life where pertinent information was withheld from a child for far too long. Welcome to a life where a teenager wasn't able to get a date to the dance because they believed that babies were born out of their mother's behind. Welcome to my life.
By Sloan5 years ago in Confessions
Sex on the Golf Course
I was in foster care at the age of Seventeen, simply because my mother was a drunk, and I needed more than she was giving me. I had just found out that I was 4 months pregnant and had no idea what to do to care for myself and my bulging belly. I was given a choice to terminate the pregnancy if I wanted, they could do it that day. I asked if I could think about it for a few days and they made me an appointment to come back in three days to render my decision, and if I decided that I wanted the pregnancy terminated, they would do it right then.
By C. M. Sears5 years ago in Confessions
The Painted Lady
Now, I have quite a few tattoos. For the longest time I never got any tattoo below the bicep, so I could at least cover them up for work and so on. It got to the point where I would forget about them at times or just didn’t register them when I saw them in the mirror. But when I began teaching in Japan I took even greater care to never show my ink, I would even thicker or darker shirts to prevent the dark ink from showing through the cloth. Even at the height of summer which, lemme tell you, was quite awful for a woman who was built for colder climates.
By Jean Riehm5 years ago in Confessions
