School
My female maths teacher lured me to her house just to have sex
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18 plus homePublished about a month ago in ConfessionsThe Power of Confession: Healing and Transformation
In a world where vulnerability is often seen as a weakness, the act of confession stands out as a powerful tool for healing and transformation. Confession, in its essence, is the act of acknowledging one's faults, mistakes, or sins. While traditionally associated with religious practices, confession has a much broader application in our daily lives, offering a path to emotional, mental, and spiritual growth.
BLESSING COOLPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsAdorable MOM
MOM, In the quiet corner of a small town, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering meadows, lived a young guy, me. With a heart full of dreams I walk in my way by taking breaths.
SunnyPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsA Song of Gratitude for You, Mom
Dear Mom, As I sit here, pen in hand, the world seems to quiet around me. All the hustle and bustle fades away, leaving only the echo of thoughts that have been building for far too long. It's a symphony of memories, of moments big and small, each one a testament to the incredible woman you are.
Ahmed LatrechePublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsBe Strong or Die
You have to know who you are in this world, or you will perish. This is even more true for woman since the world is constantly telling them what they can and cannot be. Throughout my life I've seen and met some amazing woman that have told me things they've had to do to survive that not only baffle me but make me question the world and its methods entirely. The first one I can think of is my mother. Of course, everyone's Mother is their hero and for good reason. They are the first ones to hold us tightly and show us unconditional love for who we are and who we become. My mother was no different. When I was growing up, she always made me feel less than. The first memory I have of her is not one that is loving, but one where she is screaming at someone, some person or something. I was never told I love you; she never hugged me after doing anything perfect and I could never exceed her expectations. She wanted the world for me and in her eyes the only way I would get that far was brutal punishment. Every day I was called lazy at least once a day from childhood until I left the house. She was unrelenting in this aspect and made sure that I was not worthy to breathe her air or be in the same space as her. There were days when I would ask questions about myself hoping she would verbally come to my rescue and of course she never did. My soul was crushed when I went into the house and when I left the house it felt like my great daily escape. "You are not who you think you are, and you will never amount to anything". "I know you can get A’s, but you bring home B's on purpose and you prove to me how stupid you really are". I was in trouble every year in school for physical violence, verbal abuse and stealing every year until high school, and the only reason it stopped then was because I lost all energy and love for myself to fight back in that way. Each and every time violence was met with more violence. No one asked me what was going on at home. It wasn't their job to understand why I wanted to hurt myself and others. It was their job to punish me for the way that I thought and my actions that followed. "You're dumb just like your father". "Why can't you be normal like Kris and Leonardo?" I blamed her for my childhood being dark and the looming clouds I have over me to this day. Still through all of that she taught me to be kind to other people. She knew that as "dumb" as I was other people were even worse off mentally than I was, and she made sure to tell me that I was supposed to take care of them. Even in that I was a failure to her, but as long as I didn't lose my smile around others the facade could be kept up that I was going through the same things as everyone else. I kept that smile into my adulthood, and it serves me well as a mask.
Tetrenius CobaltPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsWomen Who Inspire Me: Tara Pidgeon
How many people can say they have a teacher who not only taught them a great deal, but also inspired them, cared for them and became one of their loved ones? Actually, many people can say that and I’m thankful to say I’m one of them, the teacher in question for me is Tara Pidgeon. Today is her birthday and during this Women’s History Month I want to tell the story of how this amazing woman inspired me.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsBOYS AND GIRLS
𝗔 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵!,💯
AlbinPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsHow would you guarantee peace?
Peace is a very sensitive state which takes just the slightest wrong action to trigger a set of events which will eventually lead to its destruction. It doesn’t take much to disrupt peace; a wrong look, a misunderstanding, an unfunny joke etc. Don’t get carried away, in this article I am not talking about how to maintain peace between two nations, that's way too big of a scale and way too complex a problem. I am talking about how to maintain peace at your very own tiny scale, the peace between your friends, your relatives or simply in your neighborhood.
real JemaPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsDejanelle
A true Queen will adjust another Queen’s crown. Women who pick up other women in adversity, in question, in fear, in jealousy; even if you dislike a woman or disagree with her there is no need to tear another woman down. In a world where women have been subjected to the world of men, at the hands of men, at the look down upon by men; it can be hauntingly concerning and scary. It is not easy being a woman. It is not easy being a man either but both of us suffer at the hands of other men’s decisions and desires.
CadmaPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsI Used to Disrespect LGBTQ People
I regret how I treated someone during my younger years due to ignorance and a lack of understanding. Around age 15–16, there was a gay classmate of mine who I was not very respectful towards at times.
Andrew PretzelPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsBrevard County Resident Claims He Was Mistreated At Local High School in 2018!
Anthony Stewart a 25-year-old Brevard County former student, Comes forward about mistreatment from his local high school and school board. Here is his full story from 2018.
ZoonibroPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsMy Love
“You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.”- John Green Dear A, You've been apart of my life for over 20 years, mostly at a distance but there none the less. We were on our own paths but every now and then we'd bump into eachother, catch up and go about our day. I think because you were my first love, you always brought a since of comfort to me. You came to me in a very pivotal part of my life, a transition that I didn't even realize. We were so young, but the most beautiful part of that is I loved you fearlessly, purely, and of course for what we knew love to be back then.
Kimmiekins4Published 2 months ago in Confessions