When my brother was little he screamed that he hated my mom and mum looked at him and said, "No you don't, you're just really angry right now." And he just glowered at her for a moment then wailed, "YOU'RE RIGHT!" and sobbed harder.
As someone (in part) from a culture where arranged marriage is normal (not common but normal) it’s not the same as a forced marriages, an actual arranged marriage is “hey meet this person and if you hit it off go on some more dates then marry each other” (basically a blind date but set up by families or matchmakers), a forced marriage is often called an arranged marriage (and technically it’s not wrong), but I want to distinguish the two, because arranged marriages (that aren’t forced) are often very happy and successful :). Hope this helps explain why some people still defend or do it :)
Oh yeah that reminds me of Algeria. It’s an arranged marriage of sorts but different. The person tells their parents who they would like to marry and the parents organise the logistics and stuff around the marriage
I woke up to the sound of what I thought was my mom crying so I tiptoed over to my parents’ bedroom to see what was wrong and if I could comfort her. Turned out it was tears of laughter and they were both losing it over some video on one of their phones. I went back to bed with a grin on my face and didn’t bring it up until morning.
my dad coming into my my room at 3am thinking im asleep when im actually watching youtube videos and im so scared because i my volume was loud and he was breathing super loud which made it even scarier
Worst thing I heard while pretending to be asleep was on a night during the early phase of my parents' divorce when I was about 11 years old. My mom went to sleep on the couch, and in solidarity I went and laid down to sleep on the loveseat. In the middle of the night, my dad came out and started absolutely (verbally) tearing into my mom. He didnt even raise his voice, just kept it menacingly low and tore her to shreds with words until she started crying and telling him that the judge said he wasn't allowed to talk to her like that in front of the kids. He snapped back that I was asleep so it didn't count, and I promptly opened my eyes and said no I'm not, and I heard everything. They both stopped talking and stared at me with wide eyes, and my dad left the room after that. That was over a decade ago, now. I bet they think I've forgotten.
@2near_death Actually decent; it got worse before it got better. I did completely cut contact for a few years, and it's my husband's doing that I reestablished contact at all My dad has done a lot of growing these past 5 years or so- he's had a bit of an awakening to how much bs he put other people through (especially before and during the divorce,) he's done some deconstructing on his machismo, and self-reflection on why he's like this (his own childhood was Gd-awful.) I think he might've done a few sessions with a psychologist or therapist because from what he's told me, he's recieved at least 2 mental health diagnoses. He's also sincerely apologized for what he put me through, so that helps. Nowadays, he's moved on from my mom, and we can actually talk without getting upset with each other (as long as we don't get too deep into politics/economics lol) and I can call on him when I need help, and I know he'll be there as soon as possible.
Really happy to know that things have gotten better! ^^ Somewhere I hope a similar development happens with my mom, but I know its hopeless lol Keeping my distance is helping :)
Dude who tells his dad he loves him as much as possible- see what you heard as a blessing, if you hadn't you might not know how important it is to him and I'll bet it makes him feel great every time you say it. Strange how some of the most uncomfortable/traumatic experiences can have beneficial effects in the end.
just like how when the ottomans conquered constantinople, must've been pretty traumatic for the civilians but thanks to that europeans were forced to find another route to the indies and boom they found the americas
I think people often confuse arranged marriages with forced marriages. I heard that in real arranged marriages, both parties can choose to not follow through it. So it isnt like they are stuck with each other with no choice of their own
good distinction Another thing to keep in mind is that, if (and it's a big if to be sure), your parents/other adults in your life are wise and know what makes a good relationship, they'll be a lot better able to choose a suitable match for younger people than they would themselves So on average, if we're talking about specifically the 'not forced' variety of arranged marriage, I could be convinced that the success and failure rates are pretty comparable. Still never ever going to participate in that outside maybe introducing my child to someone I think is cool
(TW - SA & Child Abuse) When I was about 11 or 12, I was at my mom's friend's house (We'll call her "Natalie") and I was pretending to be asleep on the couch because my mother was heavily drunk and I knew that it wouldn't be safe to allow her to try to drive home and I knew that if I pretended to be asleep that she'd just stay there for the night. So I'm laying there on the couch and Natalie's son, a few months older than me,(We'll call him "Zach") had just gotten done putting his little sister to bed and he knew that I was only pretending to be asleep, as he was the one who initially suggested it when I voiced my concern about my mother's intoxicated state. We made eye contact for a few seconds before he nodded slightly, signalling that he understood my position. Zach was like an older brother to me, although he was about the same age, and he was reasonably protective over me. He made sure to "trip" while re-entering the livingroom so that the adults knew he was there before kneeling down in front of the couch and pulling a blanket over me. He smiled and announced quietly that I had fallen asleep. The adults mumbled a drunken acknowledgment and Natalie told my mom we could stay the night. I pretend to be asleep for about 20 minutes, half listening to their conversation, before I hear my mom say my name. She began talking about the intensive therapy I went through when I was little, which I remember for the most part. As I continued listening, I hear a news story being mentioned about this guy who had gotten arrested for molesting his daughter. Then I hear the sentence "Yeah, something similar happened to [my deadname]" I was confused because I didn't remember anything like that happening to me. My mom then describes a scenario that I had previously thought was a scene from a movie that I had seen. At that point, I thought "That can't possibly be true! I just heard the name wrong" My mom mentioned that I had blocked out the memory entirely and that I didn't know why I was in therapy. My mother tends to overshare and be overly honest when she drinks but it took me a few minutes to process what happened. I fell asleep horrified and I woke up to someone shaking my arm. It was about 4 am and Zach woke me up and by the look on his face and the way he immediately pulled me into a hug, I knew he had heard it all. We both broke down and he was furious and asked if I remembered the name of the guy, I did not. I spent a lot of time with the family and from then on, he never left my side during outings. He'd even wait for me near the bathrooms to ensure my safety and shoot daggers at anyone who looked at me suspiciously. (all in a very "Over protective brother" fashion.) To this day, Zach treats me like a sister.
Not gonna lie I’m just a BIT confused, -Do you still not recall any of the details of being SA’ed to this day? -Are you mtf or ftm? Bc, that part threw me way off -Did you appreciate your mom for that or was it unfavorable?
@hhqte7146 I guess I was a little cryptic lol I'm nonbinary but afab. I still don't remember the details but I've begun to remember bit and peices. I love my mum very much it was just a bad situation for everyone lol
It’s really the worst thing you could hear. Mom crying is one thing, which still makes me sad. I’ve seen her cry a few times, nothing humongous though. My dad, however, I’ve only seen cry on 4 occasions. Those occasions were the day we found our cat (who was alive longer than I was at the time) dead on the living room floor on a Sunday morning, the day before we put our dog Fudge down after being diagnosed with a second form of cancer atop another form of cancer and arthritis, the day we put him down, and my grandmother’s (his mom) funeral. Any other time, he was either quite stoic or laughing about something or other. I know he’s only gonna be 54 this year, but I’m dreading the day he passes cuz I know I’m gonna lose it when he goes.
When I was 7 I woke up to the sound of my dad crying the most sorrowful sobs I've ever heard. It was both terrifying and heartbreaking. I assumed our German shepherd died and I started crying too. In the morning I found out it was because my grandpa, his dad, passed away. It was the first time I ever heard him cry and it still kills me to think about.
Usually people who get genuine, bad intrusive thoughts, don't consider acting on them and really don't want those thoughts. They're intrusive because they're unwanted, and they're usually things that are against the person's morals. Actively considering assaulting a woman is so different
I have been struggling with OCD for roughly about 7 years now (been in therapy and taking medication for it, as well as a few other mental illnesses, for 5 years so far), so I really appreciate this comment. More people need to understand this. I am so tired of the misinterpretation and misunderstanding of what intrusive thoughts actually are.
@@dinoheartnerd2265 yeah, I have been more active in the neurodivergent/mental disability community after finding out I was autistic and I've heard from many people who actually struggle with intrusive thoughts and have OCD, so that's why I wanted to stick up for them. The thing I hear most is that intrusive thoughts are things nobody wants to think or act on. So if this guy was actually actively considering assaulting a woman, it's just not excusable by saying intrusive thoughts. That only takes accountability away from him and places more stigma on people who do struggle with intrusive thoughts.
In boarding school, I once heard some girls I thought were my friends talking about how weird and ugly I am. It was really mean, and really specific things, about my body, how I talked, and even how I sit, or walk. I'm in my mid 30's now, and still hate those things about myself and feel really insecure about myself and my relationships with everyone around me
Idk why those girls decided to be mean, but I’m sure you are a fantastic person. Often times people will notice cool things about people too but won’t say something because they are embarrassed. I’m sure that you have wonderful attributes that you just aren’t noticing, why else would people hang around you? If they didn’t like you they wouldn’t be friends with you. I don’t know you personally but try to notice something that you like and focus on that❤️
Schoolgirls are petty and mean. They think cruelty is power. They’ll say mean things and pretend to be confident, when in reality, they’re just trying to impress each other by humiliating others. I know what that’s like. It doesn’t make it stop completely, but knowing the fact they’re either super insecure or super sociopathic to say such things? It makes it hurt less. If someone takes issue with how you sit? Like seriously? Don’t those losers have anything more interesting to talk about? You’re not hurting anyone or causing harm to yourself, so they’re just being petty. So don’t let them get to you, love. You are just fine
My sister ripping the biggest fart in the kitchen early in the morning when I was "sleeping" on the couch. It took every part of my soul not to make a SOUND because I didn't want her to ask why I was still awake at 5 in the morning.
I was in an overcrowded jail cell(the 10th person in an 8 man cell) in the high risk tower of a feeder jail when I was 18. I got there from a benzo DUI and was still zonked for my first appearance so bond was withheld until I could see the judge unimpaired. I pretended to be asleep while one of my cellmates got shanked by 2 of my other cellmates(who were awaiting trial for murder) and died. I had to spend another month and a half in jail while an investigation was conducted. It was the most terrifying time of my life.
@@birbsap yeah, I'm still fucked up from that, and that was 15 years ago. I had just turned 18. Dude's name was Miami (at least that's what we called him). He was actually a good dude, set me up in there and kept me from getting my ass beat the first day when I was still blackout and took someone's cornbread at chow call bc I didn't stand in line for a tray. He was like the dude that was looking out for me. He had a big mouth though, and was talking shit to the cholos the whole time (MS13 was big around there at the time) and especially out in the pod. To this day I will avoid large crowds or tight spaces in public, it's just anxiety inducing.
@@Jonathan_Runner the reason they gave was because I was so messed up that they didn't know what I could do to either myself or other inmates, so they stuck me in the high risk tower of the jail. Being a feeder jail, inmates from all over the state were being transferred there from overcrowded facilities to await their trials, so there were all sorts of offenders there, and somehow I got stuck with the worst of them. Also I had more charges than DUI, I had 2 felony possession of controlled substance charges and felony charges of prescriptions not in original container.
I learned a while ago that emotional pain can hurt more then physical pain, to the point where you would rather feel physical pain just so you could ignore the emotional pain for a little bit since your mind would focus on the physical pain.
My answer: Sleep Paralysis Demon. Couldn't move or open my eyes. Heard auditory hallucinations of someone/thing walking on the hardwood floors up to my bed, it whispered something unintelligible, then walked away. Shortly after I was released from that gripping fear and could open my eyes.
I had that happen when I was going through extreme depression, oh it was bad time in my life, sporadic hallucinations during the daytime, even now I question if I was awake for it or not, I could of sworn my eyes were open and could move just my eyes, and a barely audible croak, that's when I understood the term petrified. And then once the "presence" left, I could move again.
So glad this guy actually cares about everyone, and actually the first time ive heard someone on youtube say “Women deserve to be happy too”. Everyone deserves care. Just found him and am already subbed.
I can say right now, many times when I'm not sure if someone's asleep I've talked about all sorts of disturbing things to see if they were awake- always hilarious when they jump up. A rumor about me selling myself for Pop-Tarts while in Jail over the weekend for an unpaid speeding ticket ended up getting around that way... I got asked if that was real for YEARS afterwards- I still think it's hilarious and I know exactly where the rumor came from. (No I didn't do that!) I still do wonder sometimes, if some of them were awake and just never said anything and now there's a reddit story out there about it- that'd be awesome!
The butt stuff story- if consent is not expressed *enthusiastically,* then it’s rape- he was worn down, and essentially forced to do it, it was completely one-sided. That poor guy was technically raped, and the OP heard the whole thing- glad he has a much better partner now.
@@gardenofsn5955Unfun fact: Aside from the fact courts don't take male SA victims seriously, did you know women in the US can't legally r**e a man? R**e is defined as a penatrative act, which means even if a woman drugged a guy and used him like a toy, she didn't r**e him.
I take a really long time to fall asleep due to what is assumed by medical professionals to be a hyper active brain with nearly no melatonin, fortunately on sleep meds that have been my saving grace now but when I was a teenager I still regularly took 2-4 hours just to fall asleep. I remember stirring from my half-dazed attempt at sleeping to hear me mother's abusive boyfriend banging her in the next room... That memory has not left me to this day, not only because it happened repeatedly but because of how much it terrified me that he was in my house doing that to my mom.
Responding to the title, the worst thing I’ve heard while pretending to be asleep was actually when I was pretending to be asleep in a dream, then I heard someone whisper “I see you…” and then I woke up out of fear, looked around, turned on my light, but everything was fine! No one was there, I checked my whole room and didn’t see anyone or anything that was alive! So I’m good!
when I was 3 ish I was woken up by sirens outside my house and started panicking but I didn’t know what to do so I hid under my duvet (sirens are very unusual in my neighbourhood) I laid there with my eyes closed as I heard the door open and paramedics trying not to be too loud downstairs then I heard my grandparents come in (who lived down the street) and they went into my room to check I was asleep, then quickly left and went to my sibling’s room then go downstairs. about 10 minutes later I heard the sirens getting quieter in the distance and started to worry. I tried to fall back asleep and eventually did. When I woke up the next morning my grandparents were downstairs making us breakfast (my brother and sister weren’t awake yet) they looked exhausted and my mum and dad were gone. basically my mum was taken to hospital (from then on it happened quite a lot) and we weren’t allowed to visit her for a few days. I can remember being next to her in the hospital (this kind of stuff happened until I was about 8 or 9) and being so scared. anyway that’s my story. thanks for reading
😂 Story #1 Lived through it myself but we had bunk beds. I was on the bottom. I started assisting on the push back to the rhythm to enhance the motion.. 😏 When I told him later that morning he laughed and said he thought something was weird. 😂
Arranged marriages "kinda" worked in the past because: 1. Everyone in your family knew the girl since she was a baby. 2. Everyone in her family knew YOU since you were a baby 3. You work with lots of her relatives 4. You are going to start having kids in 10 to 12 months, so you will have lots of other things in mind pretty soon.
There were also a ton of marriages that were there for men to protect the women if their fathers couldn’t which is also the context in which Jesus’ parents got married
i remember one time i was really young and something i had to eat for dinner i didn't want to eat it because i didn't like the food and my parents told me "Eat the pizza or go brush your teeth" i chose to brush my teeth and maybe half an hour later my dad came into my room with a bit of food when i was trying to sleep. I will never forget this memory
My classmate literally was talking shit about me saying how I think I’m smart when it’s quite the opposite. Turns out, it’s the same classmate that keeps asking her friend that’s next to me for help so she can copy her work which is also a copy of mine. I don’t know what she was thinking but like who the hell says that about their “answer tree?”
The scary thing about your body is that whenever you’re in danger, you lose control your animal instincts kick in sometimes it can be useful or it could really really screw you over but still it’s nice to have
worst thing i heard while i was awake at night i had a dream, then when i woke up, i heard a demonic laugh sounding like: "HAHAHAHAHAHAH" in a deep voice, i wasnt super scared so i said "shut up devil"
Story 9, under the current metoo era definition of rape, her nagging him to do it is rape. Consent was neither ongoing, nor enthusiastic. To add to it, she complained he wasn't hard... Reverse the sexes in this situation, imagine a guy complaining she's not wet while being raped. Poster gets the award for most messed up listening to a rape occurring while he pretends to be asleep.
1:26 hearing your dad cry is one of the worst things ever. I would never tell my dad that I hate him (I love him dearly) and I hope that their dad is doing better now.
Arranged marriage, like "hey try this person out, see if he/shes good for you, yada yada" has been proven to last a lot longer than the average "oh your cute, lets date, then gets married 5 years later" kind of marriage, because usually both folks can relate, and the bond builds up over time. even in the point where they initially dislike each other, most people who have respect of their parents will work it through.
on a school camping trip i couldn’t sleep and just pretended all night. at around 4 am two people got out of the tent and then i heard unbuckling followed by some… noises… behind the tent ☹️
The story about the dad that had a best friend since he was 2 and reached out to him even though he cut contact is lovely. I have issues anf have cut off a lot of people and it would have been so nice for someone to check on me, especially when i was suffering from depression. Not many people care like that 😐
When you close your eyes and go to sleep And it's down to the sound of a heartbeat I can hear the things that you're dreaming about When you open up your heart And the truth comes out You tell me that you want me You tell me that you need me You tell me that you love me And I know that I'm right 'Cause I hear it in the night I hear the secrets that you keep When you're talking in your sleep -The Romantics
i guess this only partially counts but when i was half awake at a friend’s house, i felt movement near my head and was too tired to get a look. my friends who were watching tv were like “did the dog just barf on his pillow?” “did he even notice?” i lifted my head, looked at my friend’s tiny dog, shoved the soiled pillow away, grabbed a different pillow, and fell asleep. we still laugh about that to this day even tho one of the ppl there is no longer in the friend group (long story)
Story three really got me. I’ve said some bad things in my teenage depression. My mother didn’t disclose how much depression she had until I was an adult and I regret everything I did to her. I’m gay, but if I ever adopt, I think I’d be more open about my depression to my kids. Kids know more than we give them credit for and if I knew my mother was suicidal I think I’d have treated her better. That’s easy to say now, but I hope I’d have done better. We have a great relationship now that we’re both adults but I wish I would have been a better child to her.
“This makes me unhappy with humanity” Dude that is 1000% correct. People need to be better if they can. If they can’t or they don’t want to that’s fine, but this world needs some good people.
not 1000% 10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000% I'm ten years old too! I am genuinely scared rn.
it's not the arranged marriage that's the problem, many people do have them and are fine, even happy with them. Someone you get to know before marrying can still be an abusive monster. plenty of woman have married a guy who was sweet and loving before marriage but turn into abusive monsters. They just hide it better.
I didn’t hear anything but once during the Christmas season I was awake while my dad was going to bed. I hear him coming down the hall so I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I hear a rattling and know he is messing with a sculpture I made in 4th grade. Then he starts to walk away stops, then leaves my room and goes to bed. I then open my eyes and on top of my sculpture was one of our elf on the shelf’s. The other elf was on my actual shelf. I was heart broken keep in mind I was going and still believed in Santa, but this shattered my belief completely, yet to this day I haven’t told anyone. I blame myself for not going to sleep like I should have😢
Story 3 really hit close to home for me. My dad isn't suicidal and wouldn't consider something like that, but once when I was 10, I yelled "I'd rather be at school than be around you for a second." What followed was the saddest and most defeated look I've ever seen him in and I immediately felt bad. I didn't apologize until I was 18 when we were on amazing terms. I had forgotten about it for years at that point until I had a nightmare where we were hugging and I was apologizing while sobbing and all he said was " i forgive you." I cried when I apologized to him and he told me that he understood my frustrations and it was in the distant past. I text him every single day and haven't missed a day in 2 years.
As a parent with an asshole kid(s) and with my own childhood trauma. I now know that the reason my kids are assholes is because they feel safe to be. Because healthy kids are assholes and that's because those kids have safe parents and even tho some of the things they have said really hurt me, I'm happy to be the parent who allows their child to have a human experience ❤❤❤
It could be considered worst since most of the answers for the Science exams were revealed, it was our school camp, and they may had thought we’re all asleep, the teacher had this assistant reading each and every answers for her
while i agree that the brother in story 17 was wayyyyyy beyond intrusive thoughts, but i wanted to point out that not everyone has weird intrusive thoughts about everything! it's actually not normal and 100% okay to get professional help for :) that's all, thank you.
When I was 3-5 years old I lived with my mom but her and my stepdad would always have these fights in the middle of the night. I would always wake up and just hear yelling, screaming, and cussing. But since i grew up with it, I ended up thinking it was normal. Then I was surprised when I went to go live with my dad. Looking back on it, that should’ve been traumatizing for any normal kid yet somehow I was unfazed.
On arranged marriage; Not an argument for "why it's not bad" but playing the devil's advocate for a minute. In an unstable economic situation or in a country where financial situations are hard on single people, an arranged marriage is often used as a "secure" way of getting a access to amenities like a decent living situation/house, a family to work as a support network, and a more stable financial situation as it relies on two people instead of just one.
January 16, 2022 It was the day of my birthday party, I was turning 10 in two days, I was in Orlando which I frequently visit since we have a lot of family there and it was my hometown. we had a party, invited friends and family, everything was fine. After the party I was tired, and lied down with my eyes closed when I heard something that awakened me immediately. I kept pretending to sleep when I heard my mom and my grandma discussing my great grandmother’s cancer that I wasn’t aware of. I heard she had only a few days left. On January 24, 2022 my great grandmother passed away from stage 4 thyroid cancer and I had to pretend to be surprised when it was announced. I knew from the start she wasn’t feeling well, but I thought she’d be fine because that’s what I was told and I was a gullible child.
I escaped from a forced marriage when I was 15- it's not even a cultural thing for me, I just happened to be from a wealthy, powerful family, so naturally, they wanted to marry me to a senator's son. The senator's family was all for it. The kid himself wasn't too bad, just very basic and boring, and not the kind of person I could happily spend the rest of my life with, when we could barely hold conversation in a room. Being 'the man' of the match, he had the ability to call it off, while I didn't. So, I did the simplest thing I could: I came out to him as a trans man. Sure enough, marriage cancelled, boy disgusted, and I end up running away a few years later. Now, I'm happily single and free of the family that tried to force me into it.
@@carlasghost656 Working as a therapist for years, I have to disagree with living in an open and accepting society, we pretend to be, behind the masks is immature reactions, judgements, lack of consideration for others, etc. Maybe somewhere between 5% to 2% are being real when they showing care and empathy. It’s not their fault, we’re just not taught how to be decent people.
6:57 Even when someone's asleep they may still be processing what happens around them. Quite some years ago (must be almost a decade ago, man I'm getting old) I had my bed and toys on a little platform next to the stair in our rented apartment. Not even a real own room, just a platform that had a metal guardrail towards the stair so you wouldn't fall off. One night my dad asked up the stairs for my mum to come to the living room and my mum told me the next day that I had responded, in sleep, with a slurred "I'm coming". And I've heard of people actually getting PTSD from things they unconciously heard while asleep.
I was 8 and my parents were fighting in the next room one night after my dad got home. (This was just about an every night event by then, but what WASNT an every night event was when my mom got the gun and started shooting up the house. My dad got the gun away from her, fired a few shots of his own, threw down the gun on the porch, and left for like a week. That was a solid 32 years ago and I can still hear every sound from that moment in my head. Edit: nobody died or got shot. Just a really gnarly fight from teo crazy people who had no business being parents.
So this isn’t much of overhearing but this reminded me of this moment for some reason. I was sleeping on the hearth in my cabin because my other option was to share a couch. We had like 10 people in this cabin so the beds were taken up and I like to sprawl out. The hearth was good enough for me. Anyways, my cabin had a large glass sliding door facing the north. I was looking through it and I swear to god I saw a person just walk across our deck, look inside then leave after he saw two people laying in the main area. I shut the curtains after that.
just a reminder than in an arranged marriage, both parties have a say in if they want to actually get married, otherwise its forced marriage and haram in islam
i will be honest the one about the dad wishing to be better then his own dad hit home pretty hard, i have in the past ended up making my dad cry because, he hardly got to spend time with me or my brother due to work. so after he got mad at me and tried to talk to me about it, i reached my limit and blurted everything out that had been building up... it made him cry right then and there.. i never felt so ashamed of myself in my life... now i cherish every moment i get to spend with him and so does he... i live on my own now and i still eat at my parents place every week just to be with them both.. sometimes tears say everything
I am a person who will "sleep" way too much, but that's only because for every 4 hour period I only get like 20 minutes of sleep. So mostly I'm just laying there with my eyes closed listening to everything. So yes, I "sleep" in the car, at a family gathering, in the middle of a movie, and pretty much anytime nothing is really happening. But I hear everything. Mostly I just hear my family going about their day. Sometimes I'd hear them talk about me. Things they don't like. They stopped doing that when I started "waking up" every time I heard my name.
I have two stories but I wasn’t sleeping: 1. My mom took me to CVS to go get my flu shot and I have terrified. I refused to go inside for twenty minutes and then I had the balls to do it. I was waiting and my mom told me to go look around as she talks to the lady at the front. I wasn’t paying attention to what my mom was telling her until I heard the words “I’m pregnant”. I thought my mom was joking at first but four months later she announced that she was pregnant. I ended up having a sister and I didn’t tell my mom this story until three years ago. 2. This was two days ago, I was doing my hair and I asked my mom about my dad and his girlfriend who would be together for two years as of yesterday. She revealed that my dad was going to propose to her, I had no idea about this and my mom realized that she probably shouldn’t have told me. Yesterday I was with my grandma and I told her what happened, turns out my grandma had known about my dad’s proposal for over a month. From what she’s said, he’s doing it in the summer. Even though it’s only been two days since I found out about my dad’s proposal, he still doesn’t know that I know and he hasn’t told me about it yet.
I was about 8-9 and fell asleep on the way home from soccer practice. I guess I woke up as my body recognized the turns we usually made to get home, but faked being asleep still so I could get carried in. Instead of pulling into our driveway though my dad pulls onto another street and parks the car. I hear him talking on the phone and saying “No, I love you,” “I do love you” “Please don’t cry”. Thought he was talking to my mom and got worried about her. Finally got home, “woke up”, and went inside to see my mom and brother happily eating dinner. My dad went to another room, so I asked her if she had been crying and she looked at me confused and said “No. Why?” I just shrugged and kept my mouth shut because I thought that maybe my dad had been talking another family member or something. Flash forward to being 17-18 (parents are divorced by this time for multiple reasons) and I randomly remember that night and realize I had heard my dad talking to the woman he was cheating with on the phone. Pretty sure it was my friends mom.
on a night where my parents thought i was sleeping but i was just trying hard, i overheard them talking about how my grandpa had died. i walked out to hear if i had heard it correctly, then they told me about it all, i was so insanely sad
Once I was so angry with my Dad that I asked him why my Mom was still with him. I was 8. All week he seemed just sad/ashamed Sense I was an empath I was look at him and just get a wave of sadness. My Mom told me to say sorry and I SWEAR he cried single tear as I told him how sorry I was. I still cry while thinking about this.
@@frankdohlman2169 Apparently an "empath" is someone who's sensitive to the emotions of others. I've only seen it used by people who are actually massive narcissists, so...
I had a friend back in Middleschool. One time I stayed the night at his house. He slept in his bunk-bed and me on his suprisingly nice couch in his room. The next morning, I am just laying there awake waiting for him to wake-up. His mom came in to check on us, I didn't move and since it was dark I could watch everything. Well with the door open, their putbull (absolutely a sweetheart) came in and started sniffing me. Made me smile of course. Well then the mom quietly called the dog and closed the door. Very cute and very welcomed "alarm".
A good friend of mine had an arranged marriage. He and his wife are very happy and are both lovely people. I'm not into arranged marriages but do acknowledge some benefits, one of which is that people you [presumably] trust can get a more objective perspective on the prospective partner, something often hard for those in the throes of lust.
I went to a music and performing and visual arts camp where we slept in cabins in the woods. There were about 12 cabins in my division and 14 people in my cabin, all girls. This one girl started trash talking me in the middle of the night and I woke up. She said I was weird and that I enjoyed being weird, and that maybe our cabin would be better without me, and I was a year younger than everyone in the cabin, so I was very scared of these teens. She essentially created a rift between people who sided with her and people who sided with me, but she started being so rude to her friends that they all took my side and gave her a verbal thrashing at 1 AM and told the counselors in our cabin abt her bc she wouldn’t stop talking about me. The counselors also said she was rude to the them and ended up talking to her about it because it continued for 3 weeks. Was never rude after that and actually made an effort to get to know me. She ended up becoming one of my close friends, and she, I, and the rest of the cabin are still stay in touch today. :D
Don't know of any arranged marriages firsthand, but from what I know arranged marriages can be good, as your family knows you best and helps you meet someone with both families on the same page. The problem is when you can't back out of it, which would make it a forced marriage.
My parents used to argue all the time, they had married and had kids young so it was understandable why their relationship was falling apart, they'd grown up with each other and grown apart. One night they were arguing about their relationship and suddenly I hear my mother say I was a mistake. My dad immediately told her she was wrong and that she was just say that to hurt him, which she was. I changed after that night. I never let her know that I'd heard until years later.
I have two such stories, equally horrifying to me for different reasons. The first was such a terrible experience, I actually buried the memory in my subconscious until I was in my 30s. It happened when I was 14. My maternal grandmother, who we affectionately referred to as Nana, had been in and out of the hospital battling several problems, the worst of which (and that eventually took her life as it had her mother's), was colon cancer. This was in the days before HMOs, so she was spending months at a time in the hospital. She was 62, my grandpap was 64. I stayed with them when she was home to help take care of her. I woke up in the middle of the night one night to hear her crying, and saying, "Is she young enough for you to get pregnant?" to my grandfather. I was old enough to understand what was going on. I covered my head with a pillow and forced myself back to sleep, and forced myself to forget it until my mom (an only child) and I were uncovering repressed memories one night when I was in my 30s and she was in her 50s. She remembered her mom's 4 attempts at ending her own life during my mom's childhood, and I remembered this. My Nana certainly had a sad life. The second experience was when I was just graduated from college. I was still unemployed as the entire nation was experiencing a deep recession, and I was living with a boyfriend in a rural town. For months, a couple of my high school friends who had gone to a different university in the same city as me had been bugging my boyfriend to "let me" stay with them so I could find a job in the city. I finally relented and said I'd stay with them, but only if I could find a job. It was still a tough economy, so I ended up taking the first job I could find, a telemarketing job for a local newspaper that had me taking buses downtown at night, which was kind of scary for a 21yo woman. It had me coming back to their apartment around midnight, so I slept late, and I slept on their couch. I noticed at one point that they had packed all of my stuff and put it next to the door, and when I asked why, I was handed the line that they were just "tidying up." So the next morning, I overheard my two childhood "friends" talking about how much they HATED having me there! Every word that came out of their mouths to explain their feelings was a LIE. They said I was making their home filthy - I WAS CLEANING UP WHEN THEY WERE GONE, BECAUSE THEY WERE FILTHY. I was finding plates of half-eaten food left under their furniture for weeks! When one of them had a first date and had promised a homecooked meal even though she couldn't cook, I cooked it for her because I am a good cook! Then I cleaned up and made myself scarce so she could entertain this new beau, even though I had nowhere to go. I was treating both of them like queens, doing all kinds of stuff for them, and even took a job I HATED and was DANGEROUS just so I'd have an income to help defray my expenses, just to hear those backstabbers talk about me like I was unwanted rubbish. I pretended to stay asleep, even though one of them tried to wake me up several times because she, "wanted to give [me] a piece of [her] mind." I waited until both of them left for work, then I called my boyfriend and told him he had an hour to come and get me. During that time - since my stuff was already packed and at the door - I wrote them a scathing letter telling them what Judases they were. That was 35 years ago, and I'm still livid. One of those women, when she started in our elementary school in 2nd grade, was bullied and ostracized for being chubby. I do not like discrimination or bullying, so I befriended her, and we became best friends all the way through high school, like sisters. To be betrayed by someone who would not have had a friend in the world during her childhood if not for you, that was a low blow. The other woman was just strange, but again, I don't choose my friends based on what other people think of them. She was cool with me, until that day. I haven't spoken to her since, because she's never asked me to forgive her for betraying my friendship. The one who was like a sister, I'm really close to one of her brothers on social media, so she's kind of apologized on social media, so I'm cordial to her, but I don't go out of my way to be friendly towards her anymore. They really personified the saying, "with friends like these, who needs enemies?" I eventually moved to another state and started working regularly, went back to graduate school and got my Master's degree and life went on, but I'll never, ever, forget listening to them run me down while I laid there like I was sleeping.
Not so much pretending to be asleep or "worst thing" in the sense of "wth", as much as it was that I just happened to randomly wake up. Little under a year ago, I randomly wake up around 6am, overhear my dad talking to my brother - our dog had passed away a little earlier. It was on my birthday as well. Stayed in bed and cried. Went to Uni later that day, but I was just out of it.
The worst thing I overheard while pretending to be asleep, was my younger sister saying how hard I was trying to be this perfect person and how everyone hated me and everything. I ended up crying myself to sleep that night because I don’t wanna be perfect and I don’t want people to hate me. I’m a people pleaser and I hate that part of me.
One time I was pretending to sleep in class and my crush was there and I heard that she actually thought I had a crush on her but she didn't like me back The next day I played it off saying that "you know I don't really like you like like like you, right?" I played it off cool and just had to move on
The worst thing I ever heard while asleep was my father admitted in the hospital, fighting for life. It was 9 years ago in 2015, when I was in grade 3. I jumped in terror, panicking, processing whatever the fuck I had heard, but not shedding even a single tear. Didn't even get the guts to ask why or how, until I did...but it was too late, really late. It lasted like that like, for like 3 hours, until my dad's dead body was brought into my apartment, more silent and cold than ever. Cried my soul out that day, as if there was no other day. Since then, by the name of the Bible, I've not cried even once to this day. Perhaps due to the horrible trauma I endured that day. I hope no one ever goes through this. Turned out that it was my dad poisoning himself due to some shit that happened, which I prefer not telling. To this day...I've wondered what things could be like if they didn't go this way, but I am walking, aren't I?
I usually don’t overhear conversations while I’m sleeping, but I did hear my brother get possessed. We were at a cabin in West Virginia, when we got there we heard numerous scratching noises coming from upstairs, found nothing so we went about our day. Return home from skiing, I can’t sleep (insomnia), and my dead, blackout asleep brother shoots straight up, and turns his head and stares at me for a good 3-4 minutes before slowly lying back down. The only time I’ve felt a fear like that is when I hear the phrase “depart from me, I never knew you”.
When I was a child I pretended to be asleep and around midnight my mom walked in drunk, bent down so she her head was next to mine, and stayed like that for ten minutes. Then she said, I know your alive, and went back to her room. I was terrified.
Regarding that guy debating whether or not to just get on top of a random sleeping girl... I'm married and I wouldn't even do that to my wife. I feel like it would be disrespectful to her, and for people who are complete strangers that's just plain predatory. Whoever that guy is, thanks for giving men a perverted reputation. 🤦
1:48 That story got me. When I was around seven or eight years old, I could hear my dad slapping my mom and my mom screaming help. I didn’t know what to do so I pretended to be asleep. I was so scared. I think our neighbor called the police on my dad and my dad took off in his truck before they got there. This was the 80s and spousal abuse wasn’t taken as seriously as it is now.
When my brother was little he screamed that he hated my mom and mum looked at him and said, "No you don't, you're just really angry right now." And he just glowered at her for a moment then wailed, "YOU'RE RIGHT!" and sobbed harder.
Sounds like you witnessed a wholesome drama.
*A good mother
As someone (in part) from a culture where arranged marriage is normal (not common but normal) it’s not the same as a forced marriages, an actual arranged marriage is “hey meet this person and if you hit it off go on some more dates then marry each other” (basically a blind date but set up by families or matchmakers), a forced marriage is often called an arranged marriage (and technically it’s not wrong), but I want to distinguish the two, because arranged marriages (that aren’t forced) are often very happy and successful :). Hope this helps explain why some people still defend or do it :)
I deslike arranged marriage set up a blind date is cool but forcing marriage is I think a abuse
Oh yeah that reminds me of Algeria. It’s an arranged marriage of sorts but different. The person tells their parents who they would like to marry and the parents organise the logistics and stuff around the marriage
@@Meela9088 wow
@@Rezy202 oh 100% forced marriages are abn$3, they're a form of human traffick!ng, but not all arranged marriages are forced
@@Yourlocaltrashgoblin yep
I woke up to the sound of what I thought was my mom crying so I tiptoed over to my parents’ bedroom to see what was wrong and if I could comfort her. Turned out it was tears of laughter and they were both losing it over some video on one of their phones. I went back to bed with a grin on my face and didn’t bring it up until morning.
thanks for your piece of wholesomeness 😄
I'm glad it didn't go where my mind thought it would've...
@@josevitorlobo517same 😭
@@josevitorlobo517thought something dirty was happening
my dad coming into my my room at 3am thinking im asleep when im actually watching youtube videos and im so scared because i my volume was loud and he was breathing super loud which made it even scarier
Worst thing I heard while pretending to be asleep was on a night during the early phase of my parents' divorce when I was about 11 years old.
My mom went to sleep on the couch, and in solidarity I went and laid down to sleep on the loveseat.
In the middle of the night, my dad came out and started absolutely (verbally) tearing into my mom. He didnt even raise his voice, just kept it menacingly low and tore her to shreds with words until she started crying and telling him that the judge said he wasn't allowed to talk to her like that in front of the kids. He snapped back that I was asleep so it didn't count, and I promptly opened my eyes and said no I'm not, and I heard everything. They both stopped talking and stared at me with wide eyes, and my dad left the room after that.
That was over a decade ago, now. I bet they think I've forgotten.
Hows your relationship with your dad?
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@2near_death Actually decent; it got worse before it got better.
I did completely cut contact for a few years, and it's my husband's doing that I reestablished contact at all
My dad has done a lot of growing these past 5 years or so- he's had a bit of an awakening to how much bs he put other people through (especially before and during the divorce,) he's done some deconstructing on his machismo, and self-reflection on why he's like this (his own childhood was Gd-awful.) I think he might've done a few sessions with a psychologist or therapist because from what he's told me, he's recieved at least 2 mental health diagnoses.
He's also sincerely apologized for what he put me through, so that helps.
Nowadays, he's moved on from my mom, and we can actually talk without getting upset with each other (as long as we don't get too deep into politics/economics lol) and I can call on him when I need help, and I know he'll be there as soon as possible.
Really happy to know that things have gotten better! ^^
Somewhere I hope a similar development happens with my mom, but I know its hopeless lol
Keeping my distance is helping :)
Good for you! That was brave!
Dude who tells his dad he loves him as much as possible- see what you heard as a blessing, if you hadn't you might not know how important it is to him and I'll bet it makes him feel great every time you say it. Strange how some of the most uncomfortable/traumatic experiences can have beneficial effects in the end.
just like how when the ottomans conquered constantinople, must've been pretty traumatic for the civilians but thanks to that europeans were forced to find another route to the indies and boom they found the americas
@@themeerkat5157 Europeans finding the americas was not a good thing. Not for the americas, that is.
1:25 - Father of 4 here. I'm not a crier, but DAMNED if my eyes are suffering from severe condensation right now.
Gave me a lump in my throat I’m a son of a father
That was so sad, I was choked up😢
N-no it's- it's just raining
I think people often confuse arranged marriages with forced marriages. I heard that in real arranged marriages, both parties can choose to not follow through it. So it isnt like they are stuck with each other with no choice of their own
good distinction
Another thing to keep in mind is that, if (and it's a big if to be sure), your parents/other adults in your life are wise and know what makes a good relationship, they'll be a lot better able to choose a suitable match for younger people than they would themselves
So on average, if we're talking about specifically the 'not forced' variety of arranged marriage, I could be convinced that the success and failure rates are pretty comparable.
Still never ever going to participate in that outside maybe introducing my child to someone I think is cool
this is so true I wish more people would know about it.
I thing forced marriages should be referred to more often as “contractual marriages” than “arranged marriages”
@@not-so-obvious_autism777 Not a good idea... People romanticise the word 'contract marriages' a lot these days. (I am blaming RoFan for this)
My grandparents did not meet until their wedding day.
(TW - SA & Child Abuse)
When I was about 11 or 12, I was at my mom's friend's house (We'll call her "Natalie") and I was pretending to be asleep on the couch because my mother was heavily drunk and I knew that it wouldn't be safe to allow her to try to drive home and I knew that if I pretended to be asleep that she'd just stay there for the night. So I'm laying there on the couch and Natalie's son, a few months older than me,(We'll call him "Zach") had just gotten done putting his little sister to bed and he knew that I was only pretending to be asleep, as he was the one who initially suggested it when I voiced my concern about my mother's intoxicated state. We made eye contact for a few seconds before he nodded slightly, signalling that he understood my position. Zach was like an older brother to me, although he was about the same age, and he was reasonably protective over me. He made sure to "trip" while re-entering the livingroom so that the adults knew he was there before kneeling down in front of the couch and pulling a blanket over me. He smiled and announced quietly that I had fallen asleep. The adults mumbled a drunken acknowledgment and Natalie told my mom we could stay the night. I pretend to be asleep for about 20 minutes, half listening to their conversation, before I hear my mom say my name. She began talking about the intensive therapy I went through when I was little, which I remember for the most part. As I continued listening, I hear a news story being mentioned about this guy who had gotten arrested for molesting his daughter. Then I hear the sentence "Yeah, something similar happened to [my deadname]" I was confused because I didn't remember anything like that happening to me. My mom then describes a scenario that I had previously thought was a scene from a movie that I had seen. At that point, I thought "That can't possibly be true! I just heard the name wrong" My mom mentioned that I had blocked out the memory entirely and that I didn't know why I was in therapy. My mother tends to overshare and be overly honest when she drinks but it took me a few minutes to process what happened. I fell asleep horrified and I woke up to someone shaking my arm. It was about 4 am and Zach woke me up and by the look on his face and the way he immediately pulled me into a hug, I knew he had heard it all. We both broke down and he was furious and asked if I remembered the name of the guy, I did not. I spent a lot of time with the family and from then on, he never left my side during outings. He'd even wait for me near the bathrooms to ensure my safety and shoot daggers at anyone who looked at me suspiciously. (all in a very "Over protective brother" fashion.) To this day, Zach treats me like a sister.
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Not gonna lie I’m just a BIT confused,
-Do you still not recall any of the details of being SA’ed to this day?
-Are you mtf or ftm? Bc, that part threw me way off
-Did you appreciate your mom for that or was it unfavorable?
@hhqte7146 I guess I was a little cryptic lol I'm nonbinary but afab. I still don't remember the details but I've begun to remember bit and peices. I love my mum very much it was just a bad situation for everyone lol
zach a real one
Zach seems nice
1:47 brooother hearing yo dad cry is a whole new different breed of pain I'm not ready to learn to endure.
It’s really the worst thing you could hear. Mom crying is one thing, which still makes me sad. I’ve seen her cry a few times, nothing humongous though. My dad, however, I’ve only seen cry on 4 occasions. Those occasions were the day we found our cat (who was alive longer than I was at the time) dead on the living room floor on a Sunday morning, the day before we put our dog Fudge down after being diagnosed with a second form of cancer atop another form of cancer and arthritis, the day we put him down, and my grandmother’s (his mom) funeral. Any other time, he was either quite stoic or laughing about something or other. I know he’s only gonna be 54 this year, but I’m dreading the day he passes cuz I know I’m gonna lose it when he goes.
When I was 7 I woke up to the sound of my dad crying the most sorrowful sobs I've ever heard. It was both terrifying and heartbreaking. I assumed our German shepherd died and I started crying too. In the morning I found out it was because my grandpa, his dad, passed away. It was the first time I ever heard him cry and it still kills me to think about.
Usually people who get genuine, bad intrusive thoughts, don't consider acting on them and really don't want those thoughts. They're intrusive because they're unwanted, and they're usually things that are against the person's morals. Actively considering assaulting a woman is so different
I have been struggling with OCD for roughly about 7 years now (been in therapy and taking medication for it, as well as a few other mental illnesses, for 5 years so far), so I really appreciate this comment. More people need to understand this. I am so tired of the misinterpretation and misunderstanding of what intrusive thoughts actually are.
@@dinoheartnerd2265 yeah, I have been more active in the neurodivergent/mental disability community after finding out I was autistic and I've heard from many people who actually struggle with intrusive thoughts and have OCD, so that's why I wanted to stick up for them. The thing I hear most is that intrusive thoughts are things nobody wants to think or act on. So if this guy was actually actively considering assaulting a woman, it's just not excusable by saying intrusive thoughts. That only takes accountability away from him and places more stigma on people who do struggle with intrusive thoughts.
In boarding school, I once heard some girls I thought were my friends talking about how weird and ugly I am. It was really mean, and really specific things, about my body, how I talked, and even how I sit, or walk. I'm in my mid 30's now, and still hate those things about myself and feel really insecure about myself and my relationships with everyone around me
Omg, im so sorry, hun. I guarantee you are one of the most beautiful and elegant human beings on this planet, inside and out.
Idk why those girls decided to be mean, but I’m sure you are a fantastic person. Often times people will notice cool things about people too but won’t say something because they are embarrassed. I’m sure that you have wonderful attributes that you just aren’t noticing, why else would people hang around you? If they didn’t like you they wouldn’t be friends with you. I don’t know you personally but try to notice something that you like and focus on that❤️
Schoolgirls are petty and mean. They think cruelty is power. They’ll say mean things and pretend to be confident, when in reality, they’re just trying to impress each other by humiliating others. I know what that’s like. It doesn’t make it stop completely, but knowing the fact they’re either super insecure or super sociopathic to say such things? It makes it hurt less. If someone takes issue with how you sit? Like seriously? Don’t those losers have anything more interesting to talk about? You’re not hurting anyone or causing harm to yourself, so they’re just being petty. So don’t let them get to you, love. You are just fine
Yo, in the background, are you actually doing the parkour?
Don't judge yourself be yourself and f anyone who is nasty be around ppl who make you feel appreciated
My sister ripping the biggest fart in the kitchen early in the morning when I was "sleeping" on the couch. It took every part of my soul not to make a SOUND because I didn't want her to ask why I was still awake at 5 in the morning.
Oh my god... that is golden
You just needed to act like you'd just woke up if it was that loud.
I'd have burst out laughing regardless
I'm dying 😂😂😂
I mean…. Same.
Damn, that one about the father who just wanted to die after his kids said they hated him hits hard
I was in an overcrowded jail cell(the 10th person in an 8 man cell) in the high risk tower of a feeder jail when I was 18. I got there from a benzo DUI and was still zonked for my first appearance so bond was withheld until I could see the judge unimpaired. I pretended to be asleep while one of my cellmates got shanked by 2 of my other cellmates(who were awaiting trial for murder) and died. I had to spend another month and a half in jail while an investigation was conducted. It was the most terrifying time of my life.
Holy shit that sounds terrifying
@@birbsap yeah, I'm still fucked up from that, and that was 15 years ago. I had just turned 18. Dude's name was Miami (at least that's what we called him). He was actually a good dude, set me up in there and kept me from getting my ass beat the first day when I was still blackout and took someone's cornbread at chow call bc I didn't stand in line for a tray. He was like the dude that was looking out for me. He had a big mouth though, and was talking shit to the cholos the whole time (MS13 was big around there at the time) and especially out in the pod. To this day I will avoid large crowds or tight spaces in public, it's just anxiety inducing.
Hope your good
Reading the first sentence i assumed that you were joking.
How tf did you get locked up with serial killers when you just did DUI?
@@Jonathan_Runner the reason they gave was because I was so messed up that they didn't know what I could do to either myself or other inmates, so they stuck me in the high risk tower of the jail. Being a feeder jail, inmates from all over the state were being transferred there from overcrowded facilities to await their trials, so there were all sorts of offenders there, and somehow I got stuck with the worst of them. Also I had more charges than DUI, I had 2 felony possession of controlled substance charges and felony charges of prescriptions not in original container.
I learned a while ago that emotional pain can hurt more then physical pain, to the point where you would rather feel physical pain just so you could ignore the emotional pain for a little bit since your mind would focus on the physical pain.
Yeah. It's why some people (myself as well) past or present have self harmed.
My answer: Sleep Paralysis Demon.
Couldn't move or open my eyes. Heard auditory hallucinations of someone/thing walking on the hardwood floors up to my bed, it whispered something unintelligible, then walked away. Shortly after I was released from that gripping fear and could open my eyes.
I had that happen when I was going through extreme depression, oh it was bad time in my life, sporadic hallucinations during the daytime, even now I question if I was awake for it or not, I could of sworn my eyes were open and could move just my eyes, and a barely audible croak, that's when I understood the term petrified. And then once the "presence" left, I could move again.
Jebus, help us! That's on another level of terror. So sorry
Living in tiny houses, usually sharing rooms with everyone, means I've heard so much more than I ever wanted to when I was supposed to be asleep.
So glad this guy actually cares about everyone, and actually the first time ive heard someone on youtube say “Women deserve to be happy too”. Everyone deserves care. Just found him and am already subbed.
i thought this was just some slop channel going by the thumbnail using AI voice-over, but i was really glad this was *not* the case 🙏
The dad farting in the blanket one got me🤣🤣
I can say right now, many times when I'm not sure if someone's asleep I've talked about all sorts of disturbing things to see if they were awake- always hilarious when they jump up. A rumor about me selling myself for Pop-Tarts while in Jail over the weekend for an unpaid speeding ticket ended up getting around that way... I got asked if that was real for YEARS afterwards- I still think it's hilarious and I know exactly where the rumor came from. (No I didn't do that!)
I still do wonder sometimes, if some of them were awake and just never said anything and now there's a reddit story out there about it- that'd be awesome!
The butt stuff story- if consent is not expressed *enthusiastically,* then it’s rape- he was worn down, and essentially forced to do it, it was completely one-sided. That poor guy was technically raped, and the OP heard the whole thing- glad he has a much better partner now.
From.7:12 to 10:08 if Ur wondering;-;
ngl if i was op, i probably would have "woken up to use the bathroom" when she kept demanding him to do it
@@thatoneannoyingtornadosire8755 yeah no way I could've sat there listening to someone getting assaulted...
@@gardenofsn5955Unfun fact: Aside from the fact courts don't take male SA victims seriously, did you know women in the US can't legally r**e a man? R**e is defined as a penatrative act, which means even if a woman drugged a guy and used him like a toy, she didn't r**e him.
@@gardenofsn5955From an survivor, yes. Unfortunately, since it was coercive.
I take a really long time to fall asleep due to what is assumed by medical professionals to be a hyper active brain with nearly no melatonin, fortunately on sleep meds that have been my saving grace now but when I was a teenager I still regularly took 2-4 hours just to fall asleep. I remember stirring from my half-dazed attempt at sleeping to hear me mother's abusive boyfriend banging her in the next room...
That memory has not left me to this day, not only because it happened repeatedly but because of how much it terrified me that he was in my house doing that to my mom.
At least it wasn't your brother 😞
Responding to the title, the worst thing I’ve heard while pretending to be asleep was actually when I was pretending to be asleep in a dream, then I heard someone whisper “I see you…” and then I woke up out of fear, looked around, turned on my light, but everything was fine! No one was there, I checked my whole room and didn’t see anyone or anything that was alive! So I’m good!
when I was 3 ish I was woken up by sirens outside my house and started panicking but I didn’t know what to do so I hid under my duvet (sirens are very unusual in my neighbourhood) I laid there with my eyes closed as I heard the door open and paramedics trying not to be too loud downstairs then I heard my grandparents come in (who lived down the street) and they went into my room to check I was asleep, then quickly left and went to my sibling’s room then go downstairs. about 10 minutes later I heard the sirens getting quieter in the distance and started to worry. I tried to fall back asleep and eventually did. When I woke up the next morning my grandparents were downstairs making us breakfast (my brother and sister weren’t awake yet) they looked exhausted and my mum and dad were gone. basically my mum was taken to hospital (from then on it happened quite a lot) and we weren’t allowed to visit her for a few days. I can remember being next to her in the hospital (this kind of stuff happened until I was about 8 or 9) and being so scared. anyway that’s my story. thanks for reading
😂 Story #1
Lived through it myself but we had bunk beds. I was on the bottom. I started assisting on the push back to the rhythm to enhance the motion.. 😏
When I told him later that morning he laughed and said he thought something was weird. 😂
You're a good homie
Arranged marriages "kinda" worked in the past because:
1. Everyone in your family knew the girl since she was a baby.
2. Everyone in her family knew YOU since you were a baby
3. You work with lots of her relatives
4. You are going to start having kids in 10 to 12 months, so you will have lots of other things in mind pretty soon.
Yall dont get the difference between a forced marriage and an arranged marriage.
There were also a ton of marriages that were there for men to protect the women if their fathers couldn’t which is also the context in which Jesus’ parents got married
"I just wanted to be a better dad than mine" Dang.
bro that hit harder than an anime truck cliche
i remember one time i was really young and something i had to eat for dinner i didn't want to eat it because i didn't like the food and my parents told me "Eat the pizza or go brush your teeth" i chose to brush my teeth and maybe half an hour later my dad came into my room with a bit of food when i was trying to sleep. I will never forget this memory
geniuenly cried from the story with dad that had self-termination thoughts
Saying someone is dumb but you need their help with homework really isn't the flex you think it is😅😅😅
My classmate literally was talking shit about me saying how I think I’m smart when it’s quite the opposite. Turns out, it’s the same classmate that keeps asking her friend that’s next to me for help so she can copy her work which is also a copy of mine. I don’t know what she was thinking but like who the hell says that about their “answer tree?”
The scary thing about your body is that whenever you’re in danger, you lose control your animal instincts kick in sometimes it can be useful or it could really really screw you over but still it’s nice to have
worst thing i heard while i was awake at night
i had a dream, then when i woke up, i heard a demonic laugh sounding like: "HAHAHAHAHAHAH" in a deep voice, i wasnt super scared so i said "shut up devil"
please pray to Lord Jesus before you go to sleep bro
Devil: :0
Even goku is scared of this guy
@@Georgian_guy-1 😂
Best piece of advice on these videos. Make an outro so we know it's the end. it just stops and because I'm listening, I don't know it's the end.
Story 9, under the current metoo era definition of rape, her nagging him to do it is rape. Consent was neither ongoing, nor enthusiastic. To add to it, she complained he wasn't hard... Reverse the sexes in this situation, imagine a guy complaining she's not wet while being raped. Poster gets the award for most messed up listening to a rape occurring while he pretends to be asleep.
1:26 hearing your dad cry is one of the worst things ever. I would never tell my dad that I hate him (I love him dearly) and I hope that their dad is doing better now.
Arranged marriage, like "hey try this person out, see if he/shes good for you, yada yada" has been proven to last a lot longer than the average "oh your cute, lets date, then gets married 5 years later" kind of marriage, because usually both folks can relate, and the bond builds up over time. even in the point where they initially dislike each other, most people who have respect of their parents will work it through.
12:02 ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED - “Fart Master”
on a school camping trip i couldn’t sleep and just pretended all night. at around 4 am two people got out of the tent and then i heard unbuckling followed by some… noises… behind the tent ☹️
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Uh huh lol
The story about the dad that had a best friend since he was 2 and reached out to him even though he cut contact is lovely. I have issues anf have cut off a lot of people and it would have been so nice for someone to check on me, especially when i was suffering from depression. Not many people care like that 😐
When you close your eyes and go to sleep
And it's down to the sound of a heartbeat
I can hear the things that you're dreaming about
When you open up your heart
And the truth comes out
You tell me that you want me
You tell me that you need me
You tell me that you love me
And I know that I'm right
'Cause I hear it in the night
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you're talking in your sleep
-The Romantics
Story 13 caught me off guard
“When when will we tell him he’s adopted?” 😂
i guess this only partially counts but when i was half awake at a friend’s house, i felt movement near my head and was too tired to get a look. my friends who were watching tv were like “did the dog just barf on his pillow?” “did he even notice?” i lifted my head, looked at my friend’s tiny dog, shoved the soiled pillow away, grabbed a different pillow, and fell asleep. we still laugh about that to this day even tho one of the ppl there is no longer in the friend group (long story)
Story three really got me. I’ve said some bad things in my teenage depression. My mother didn’t disclose how much depression she had until I was an adult and I regret everything I did to her. I’m gay, but if I ever adopt, I think I’d be more open about my depression to my kids. Kids know more than we give them credit for and if I knew my mother was suicidal I think I’d have treated her better. That’s easy to say now, but I hope I’d have done better. We have a great relationship now that we’re both adults but I wish I would have been a better child to her.
I wouldn't blame story #3 on arranged marriages. Things like that can certainly happen in non-arranged marriages as well.
“This makes me unhappy with humanity”
Dude that is 1000% correct.
People need to be better if they can.
If they can’t or they don’t want to that’s fine, but this world needs some good people.
not 1000%
10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000%
I'm ten years old too! I am genuinely scared rn.
it's not the arranged marriage that's the problem, many people do have them and are fine, even happy with them.
Someone you get to know before marrying can still be an abusive monster. plenty of woman have married a guy who was sweet and loving before marriage but turn into abusive monsters. They just hide it better.
I didn’t hear anything but once during the Christmas season I was awake while my dad was going to bed. I hear him coming down the hall so I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I hear a rattling and know he is messing with a sculpture I made in 4th grade. Then he starts to walk away stops, then leaves my room and goes to bed. I then open my eyes and on top of my sculpture was one of our elf on the shelf’s. The other elf was on my actual shelf. I was heart broken keep in mind I was going and still believed in Santa, but this shattered my belief completely, yet to this day I haven’t told anyone. I blame myself for not going to sleep like I should have😢
Story 3 really hit close to home for me. My dad isn't suicidal and wouldn't consider something like that, but once when I was 10, I yelled "I'd rather be at school than be around you for a second." What followed was the saddest and most defeated look I've ever seen him in and I immediately felt bad. I didn't apologize until I was 18 when we were on amazing terms. I had forgotten about it for years at that point until I had a nightmare where we were hugging and I was apologizing while sobbing and all he said was " i forgive you." I cried when I apologized to him and he told me that he understood my frustrations and it was in the distant past. I text him every single day and haven't missed a day in 2 years.
As a parent with an asshole kid(s) and with my own childhood trauma. I now know that the reason my kids are assholes is because they feel safe to be. Because healthy kids are assholes and that's because those kids have safe parents and even tho some of the things they have said really hurt me, I'm happy to be the parent who allows their child to have a human experience ❤❤❤
And for you to cry for your dad shows empathy and I think that's everything ❤
1:39 seriously made me cry... this hurts
It could be considered worst since most of the answers for the Science exams were revealed, it was our school camp, and they may had thought we’re all asleep, the teacher had this assistant reading each and every answers for her
Having an arranged marriage, as long as both parties are willing are fine and morally accepted
#13 He knew you were awake.
Story 13 are lowkey the best types of dads ever lmao just a good sense of humor
while i agree that the brother in story 17 was wayyyyyy beyond intrusive thoughts, but i wanted to point out that not everyone has weird intrusive thoughts about everything! it's actually not normal and 100% okay to get professional help for :) that's all, thank you.
When I was 3-5 years old I lived with my mom but her and my stepdad would always have these fights in the middle of the night. I would always wake up and just hear yelling, screaming, and cussing. But since i grew up with it, I ended up thinking it was normal. Then I was surprised when I went to go live with my dad. Looking back on it, that should’ve been traumatizing for any normal kid yet somehow I was unfazed.
On arranged marriage; Not an argument for "why it's not bad" but playing the devil's advocate for a minute.
In an unstable economic situation or in a country where financial situations are hard on single people, an arranged marriage is often used as a "secure" way of getting a access to amenities like a decent living situation/house, a family to work as a support network, and a more stable financial situation as it relies on two people instead of just one.
January 16, 2022
It was the day of my birthday party, I was turning 10 in two days, I was in Orlando which I frequently visit since we have a lot of family there and it was my hometown. we had a party, invited friends and family, everything was fine. After the party I was tired, and lied down with my eyes closed when I heard something that awakened me immediately. I kept pretending to sleep when I heard my mom and my grandma discussing my great grandmother’s cancer that I wasn’t aware of. I heard she had only a few days left. On January 24, 2022 my great grandmother passed away from stage 4 thyroid cancer and I had to pretend to be surprised when it was announced. I knew from the start she wasn’t feeling well, but I thought she’d be fine because that’s what I was told and I was a gullible child.
I escaped from a forced marriage when I was 15- it's not even a cultural thing for me, I just happened to be from a wealthy, powerful family, so naturally, they wanted to marry me to a senator's son. The senator's family was all for it. The kid himself wasn't too bad, just very basic and boring, and not the kind of person I could happily spend the rest of my life with, when we could barely hold conversation in a room. Being 'the man' of the match, he had the ability to call it off, while I didn't. So, I did the simplest thing I could: I came out to him as a trans man. Sure enough, marriage cancelled, boy disgusted, and I end up running away a few years later. Now, I'm happily single and free of the family that tried to force me into it.
My housemate admitting he likes pineapple on his pizza.
I’m still recovering.
We live in an open and accepting society. But there are forms of depravity I'll never agree with.
@@carlasghost656 Working as a therapist for years, I have to disagree with living in an open and accepting society, we pretend to be, behind the masks is immature reactions, judgements, lack of consideration for others, etc.
Maybe somewhere between 5% to 2% are being real when they showing care and empathy.
It’s not their fault, we’re just not taught how to be decent people.
@@scottmeager5919 Pineapple on pizza 👻
Pinapple on pizza isn’t my favorite, but it isn’t bad
@@TotalTrooperProductions yeah tbh I’ll eat it, I’m just being dramatic and exaggerating, just like many people on the internet. 🤪
I love how open to new ideas this guy is, even with things like arranged marriages.
6:57 Even when someone's asleep they may still be processing what happens around them. Quite some years ago (must be almost a decade ago, man I'm getting old) I had my bed and toys on a little platform next to the stair in our rented apartment. Not even a real own room, just a platform that had a metal guardrail towards the stair so you wouldn't fall off. One night my dad asked up the stairs for my mum to come to the living room and my mum told me the next day that I had responded, in sleep, with a slurred "I'm coming".
And I've heard of people actually getting PTSD from things they unconciously heard while asleep.
that story about the dad farting under the bed was funny af
Bro has gone through everything
I was 8 and my parents were fighting in the next room one night after my dad got home. (This was just about an every night event by then, but what WASNT an every night event was when my mom got the gun and started shooting up the house. My dad got the gun away from her, fired a few shots of his own, threw down the gun on the porch, and left for like a week. That was a solid 32 years ago and I can still hear every sound from that moment in my head.
Edit: nobody died or got shot. Just a really gnarly fight from teo crazy people who had no business being parents.
So this isn’t much of overhearing but this reminded me of this moment for some reason. I was sleeping on the hearth in my cabin because my other option was to share a couch. We had like 10 people in this cabin so the beds were taken up and I like to sprawl out. The hearth was good enough for me. Anyways, my cabin had a large glass sliding door facing the north. I was looking through it and I swear to god I saw a person just walk across our deck, look inside then leave after he saw two people laying in the main area. I shut the curtains after that.
Even if i actually am sleeping, I hear everything.
just a reminder than in an arranged marriage, both parties have a say in if they want to actually get married, otherwise its forced marriage and haram in islam
Osama had no idea I heard him say “Hey bro let’s go bomb those towers man” “yeah man, fosho”
Thank god I’m using headphones while watching this.
dude really woke up to his roomate bangin'
4:39 The reason arrange marriages aren’t that bad is because both parties have to agree. On her case it was a forced marriage.
i will be honest the one about the dad wishing to be better then his own dad hit home pretty hard, i have in the past ended up making my dad cry because, he hardly got to spend time with me or my brother due to work. so after he got mad at me and tried to talk to me about it, i reached my limit and blurted everything out that had been building up... it made him cry right then and there.. i never felt so ashamed of myself in my life... now i cherish every moment i get to spend with him and so does he... i live on my own now and i still eat at my parents place every week just to be with them both.. sometimes tears say everything
I am a person who will "sleep" way too much, but that's only because for every 4 hour period I only get like 20 minutes of sleep. So mostly I'm just laying there with my eyes closed listening to everything. So yes, I "sleep" in the car, at a family gathering, in the middle of a movie, and pretty much anytime nothing is really happening. But I hear everything. Mostly I just hear my family going about their day. Sometimes I'd hear them talk about me. Things they don't like. They stopped doing that when I started "waking up" every time I heard my name.
I have two stories but I wasn’t sleeping:
1. My mom took me to CVS to go get my flu shot and I have terrified. I refused to go inside for twenty minutes and then I had the balls to do it. I was waiting and my mom told me to go look around as she talks to the lady at the front. I wasn’t paying attention to what my mom was telling her until I heard the words “I’m pregnant”. I thought my mom was joking at first but four months later she announced that she was pregnant. I ended up having a sister and I didn’t tell my mom this story until three years ago.
2. This was two days ago, I was doing my hair and I asked my mom about my dad and his girlfriend who would be together for two years as of yesterday. She revealed that my dad was going to propose to her, I had no idea about this and my mom realized that she probably shouldn’t have told me. Yesterday I was with my grandma and I told her what happened, turns out my grandma had known about my dad’s proposal for over a month. From what she’s said, he’s doing it in the summer. Even though it’s only been two days since I found out about my dad’s proposal, he still doesn’t know that I know and he hasn’t told me about it yet.
1:25 -Damn,I need to tell my family members how much I love them now.
I was about 8-9 and fell asleep on the way home from soccer practice. I guess I woke up as my body recognized the turns we usually made to get home, but faked being asleep still so I could get carried in.
Instead of pulling into our driveway though my dad pulls onto another street and parks the car. I hear him talking on the phone and saying “No, I love you,” “I do love you” “Please don’t cry”.
Thought he was talking to my mom and got worried about her. Finally got home, “woke up”, and went inside to see my mom and brother happily eating dinner. My dad went to another room, so I asked her if she had been crying and she looked at me confused and said “No. Why?”
I just shrugged and kept my mouth shut because I thought that maybe my dad had been talking another family member or something. Flash forward to being 17-18 (parents are divorced by this time for multiple reasons) and I randomly remember that night and realize I had heard my dad talking to the woman he was cheating with on the phone. Pretty sure it was my friends mom.
on a night where my parents thought i was sleeping but i was just trying hard, i overheard them talking about how my grandpa had died. i walked out to hear if i had heard it correctly, then they told me about it all, i was so insanely sad
6:00
If she called you stupid
And in the same day say she relied on you for homework
...does she realise what that says about her?
she just called herself 'extra stupid', basically
Once I was so angry with my Dad that I asked him why my Mom was still with him. I was 8. All week he seemed just sad/ashamed
Sense I was an empath I was look at him and just get a wave of sadness. My Mom told me to say sorry and I SWEAR he cried single tear as I told him how sorry I was. I still cry while thinking about this.
The tear mattered so much because he NEVER I mean NEVER crys
the hell is empath? do you mean you are empathetic?
@@frankdohlman2169 Apparently an "empath" is someone who's sensitive to the emotions of others. I've only seen it used by people who are actually massive narcissists, so...
so just empathy?@@HarvestPeiskos2209
@@HarvestPeiskos2209🙄
I had a friend back in Middleschool. One time I stayed the night at his house. He slept in his bunk-bed and me on his suprisingly nice couch in his room. The next morning, I am just laying there awake waiting for him to wake-up. His mom came in to check on us, I didn't move and since it was dark I could watch everything. Well with the door open, their putbull (absolutely a sweetheart) came in and started sniffing me. Made me smile of course. Well then the mom quietly called the dog and closed the door. Very cute and very welcomed "alarm".
A good friend of mine had an arranged marriage. He and his wife are very happy and are both lovely people.
I'm not into arranged marriages but do acknowledge some benefits, one of which is that people you [presumably] trust can get a more objective perspective on the prospective partner, something often hard for those in the throes of lust.
I went to a music and performing and visual arts camp where we slept in cabins in the woods. There were about 12 cabins in my division and 14 people in my cabin, all girls. This one girl started trash talking me in the middle of the night and I woke up. She said I was weird and that I enjoyed being weird, and that maybe our cabin would be better without me, and I was a year younger than everyone in the cabin, so I was very scared of these teens. She essentially created a rift between people who sided with her and people who sided with me, but she started being so rude to her friends that they all took my side and gave her a verbal thrashing at 1 AM and told the counselors in our cabin abt her bc she wouldn’t stop talking about me. The counselors also said she was rude to the them and ended up talking to her about it because it continued for 3 weeks. Was never rude after that and actually made an effort to get to know me. She ended up becoming one of my close friends, and she, I, and the rest of the cabin are still stay in touch today. :D
Don't know of any arranged marriages firsthand, but from what I know arranged marriages can be good, as your family knows you best and helps you meet someone with both families on the same page. The problem is when you can't back out of it, which would make it a forced marriage.
My parents used to argue all the time, they had married and had kids young so it was understandable why their relationship was falling apart, they'd grown up with each other and grown apart. One night they were arguing about their relationship and suddenly I hear my mother say I was a mistake. My dad immediately told her she was wrong and that she was just say that to hurt him, which she was. I changed after that night. I never let her know that I'd heard until years later.
I have two such stories, equally horrifying to me for different reasons.
The first was such a terrible experience, I actually buried the memory in my subconscious until I was in my 30s. It happened when I was 14.
My maternal grandmother, who we affectionately referred to as Nana, had been in and out of the hospital battling several problems, the worst of which (and that eventually took her life as it had her mother's), was colon cancer. This was in the days before HMOs, so she was spending months at a time in the hospital. She was 62, my grandpap was 64. I stayed with them when she was home to help take care of her. I woke up in the middle of the night one night to hear her crying, and saying, "Is she young enough for you to get pregnant?" to my grandfather. I was old enough to understand what was going on. I covered my head with a pillow and forced myself back to sleep, and forced myself to forget it until my mom (an only child) and I were uncovering repressed memories one night when I was in my 30s and she was in her 50s. She remembered her mom's 4 attempts at ending her own life during my mom's childhood, and I remembered this. My Nana certainly had a sad life.
The second experience was when I was just graduated from college. I was still unemployed as the entire nation was experiencing a deep recession, and I was living with a boyfriend in a rural town. For months, a couple of my high school friends who had gone to a different university in the same city as me had been bugging my boyfriend to "let me" stay with them so I could find a job in the city. I finally relented and said I'd stay with them, but only if I could find a job. It was still a tough economy, so I ended up taking the first job I could find, a telemarketing job for a local newspaper that had me taking buses downtown at night, which was kind of scary for a 21yo woman. It had me coming back to their apartment around midnight, so I slept late, and I slept on their couch. I noticed at one point that they had packed all of my stuff and put it next to the door, and when I asked why, I was handed the line that they were just "tidying up."
So the next morning, I overheard my two childhood "friends" talking about how much they HATED having me there! Every word that came out of their mouths to explain their feelings was a LIE. They said I was making their home filthy - I WAS CLEANING UP WHEN THEY WERE GONE, BECAUSE THEY WERE FILTHY. I was finding plates of half-eaten food left under their furniture for weeks! When one of them had a first date and had promised a homecooked meal even though she couldn't cook, I cooked it for her because I am a good cook! Then I cleaned up and made myself scarce so she could entertain this new beau, even though I had nowhere to go. I was treating both of them like queens, doing all kinds of stuff for them, and even took a job I HATED and was DANGEROUS just so I'd have an income to help defray my expenses, just to hear those backstabbers talk about me like I was unwanted rubbish. I pretended to stay asleep, even though one of them tried to wake me up several times because she, "wanted to give [me] a piece of [her] mind."
I waited until both of them left for work, then I called my boyfriend and told him he had an hour to come and get me. During that time - since my stuff was already packed and at the door - I wrote them a scathing letter telling them what Judases they were. That was 35 years ago, and I'm still livid. One of those women, when she started in our elementary school in 2nd grade, was bullied and ostracized for being chubby. I do not like discrimination or bullying, so I befriended her, and we became best friends all the way through high school, like sisters. To be betrayed by someone who would not have had a friend in the world during her childhood if not for you, that was a low blow. The other woman was just strange, but again, I don't choose my friends based on what other people think of them. She was cool with me, until that day. I haven't spoken to her since, because she's never asked me to forgive her for betraying my friendship. The one who was like a sister, I'm really close to one of her brothers on social media, so she's kind of apologized on social media, so I'm cordial to her, but I don't go out of my way to be friendly towards her anymore. They really personified the saying, "with friends like these, who needs enemies?" I eventually moved to another state and started working regularly, went back to graduate school and got my Master's degree and life went on, but I'll never, ever, forget listening to them run me down while I laid there like I was sleeping.
I didn't understand the first story... Your nana crying and asking that thing and her being depressed? And that both being related?
PLEASE MAKE A SPOTIFY PODCAST 🥺🙏
Not so much pretending to be asleep or "worst thing" in the sense of "wth", as much as it was that I just happened to randomly wake up. Little under a year ago, I randomly wake up around 6am, overhear my dad talking to my brother - our dog had passed away a little earlier. It was on my birthday as well. Stayed in bed and cried. Went to Uni later that day, but I was just out of it.
The worst thing I overheard while pretending to be asleep, was my younger sister saying how hard I was trying to be this perfect person and how everyone hated me and everything. I ended up crying myself to sleep that night because I don’t wanna be perfect and I don’t want people to hate me. I’m a people pleaser and I hate that part of me.
One time I was pretending to sleep in class and my crush was there and I heard that she actually thought I had a crush on her but she didn't like me back
The next day I played it off saying that "you know I don't really like you like like like you, right?" I played it off cool and just had to move on
The worst thing I ever heard while asleep was my father admitted in the hospital, fighting for life.
It was 9 years ago in 2015, when I was in grade 3. I jumped in terror, panicking, processing whatever the fuck I had heard, but not shedding even a single tear. Didn't even get the guts to ask why or how, until I did...but it was too late, really late. It lasted like that like, for like 3 hours, until my dad's dead body was brought into my apartment, more silent and cold than ever. Cried my soul out that day, as if there was no other day. Since then, by the name of the Bible, I've not cried even once to this day. Perhaps due to the horrible trauma I endured that day. I hope no one ever goes through this. Turned out that it was my dad poisoning himself due to some shit that happened, which I prefer not telling. To this day...I've wondered what things could be like if they didn't go this way, but I am walking, aren't I?
I usually don’t overhear conversations while I’m sleeping, but I did hear my brother get possessed. We were at a cabin in West Virginia, when we got there we heard numerous scratching noises coming from upstairs, found nothing so we went about our day. Return home from skiing, I can’t sleep (insomnia), and my dead, blackout asleep brother shoots straight up, and turns his head and stares at me for a good 3-4 minutes before slowly lying back down. The only time I’ve felt a fear like that is when I hear the phrase “depart from me, I never knew you”.
me awake: watching youtube
parents: when should we put santa’s presents out? let’s see if he’s awake
me: **hurries into a sleeping position**
The 1st one got me rolling ngl
Story 13 is relatable
Nah first story caught me off guard 💀
Both roommates are victims 😬
When I was a child I pretended to be asleep and around midnight my mom walked in drunk, bent down so she her head was next to mine, and stayed like that for ten minutes. Then she said, I know your alive, and went back to her room. I was terrified.
Regarding that guy debating whether or not to just get on top of a random sleeping girl... I'm married and I wouldn't even do that to my wife. I feel like it would be disrespectful to her, and for people who are complete strangers that's just plain predatory. Whoever that guy is, thanks for giving men a perverted reputation. 🤦
1:48 That story got me. When I was around seven or eight years old, I could hear my dad slapping my mom and my mom screaming help. I didn’t know what to do so I pretended to be asleep. I was so scared. I think our neighbor called the police on my dad and my dad took off in his truck before they got there. This was the 80s and spousal abuse wasn’t taken as seriously as it is now.