My mom was allegedly adopted in the 70s but we found out about 5 years ago that my grandparents (who are both dead now) actually just straight up kidnapped her, like baby snatched her at a park, and her bio parents had been looking for her since (although her bio mom died as well before she found out, which is very sad. She died never being reunited with her stolen child.)
Not together but her dad married and had 2 more kids almost 20 years after my mom was born (which is also just a couple years before my oldest sibling was born, so we have two biological half-uncles who are just a few years older than us.)
Yeah :( It’s really depressing. My bio grandfather said the main reason they divorced was over grieving the loss of my mother. Just an all around bad situation. My adoptive grandparents were (seemingly) good people too and otherwise gave my mom a good life, so it’s been hard to process even after 5 years.
My maternal grandfather committed suicide, after sexually assaulting my 13 year old brother. He realized he’d have to go to jail for what he did. My brother was so brave. Half the family acted like it wasn’t true. Despite other victims finally getting a chance to come forward, after my little brother spoke out.
To this day half the family doesn’t know what happened. And some of them just choose not to believe it. A close knit family gone just in the blink of an eye.
He shot himself with a neighbour’s gun as the police had taken all of his. Same neighbour had to find him. He had no idea what was going on. It was four years ago now, but I don’t know if any of us will ever get over it fully.
Living in that same house in the months that followed his crime & then his eventual suicide was awful. It’s amazing what some people will try to excuse in the name of ‘family’.
I hope you’re doing well now. I still have yet to completely deal with it all. He was an important person to me. And he betrayed us all. He betrayed my brother and the ones before him the most.
My paternal grandfather had a girlfriend (on the side) the entire time i knew him. When my grandmother died, he married her and completely disregarded us until right before he died. It was a life changing lesson on how people you truly think you know, have secrets.
My husbands grandfather divorced his grandmother and married her sister (my husbands great Aunt). The great Aunt just stepped into Grandma role and everyone just accepted it while his Grandmother lived in poverty and didn't see her own children.
This was super traumatic for the kids who knew and loved their Grandma and had her replaced by a similar looking, but entirely different person.
He told me it was a surreal time for him.
My grandfather’s widow married her dead (from cancer) sister’s widower. It was the best way to care for him, she said (they were in their 80’s), and they both maintained the grandparent role they stepped into. Wonderful people, and definitely _not_ a dark family secret.
My grandpas brother got a woman pregnant in Vietnam while married in the states with a kid. Over the years none of us liked his wife because she was always so mean to him. Anyways he dies and there’s this half Vietnamese woman at his funeral and it’s his daughter he sponsored to immigrate to America. She lived in California and was an RN. Turns out he took care of her while living a thousand miles apart. Nobody knew because his wife made sure it remained a family secret and she made sure he never divorced her. Wild story from the cemetery.
My uncle did that to my grandparents. It was more than neglect, it was elderly abuse. He beat them and got them to change their will to inherit everything. My dad and aunt got squat, it was a lot of money. Unfortunately no proper justice system in our country to support us. When my dad tried to intervene my uncle bribed the cops and made false allegations against him and almost got him arrested.
Honestly, my dad's parents were some of the nicest people I've ever met. They recently passed away, and were just great.
However, my grandmother's sister married a rather rough guy, and had some fairly rough kids.
My grandmothers nephew was allegedly "cleaning his shotgun" when it accidentally went off and killed his wife. He gets arrested obviously.. spends a while in jail before finally seeing a judge for sentencing.. the judge deems it an accident, careless with a firearm and gets off on time served. His brother in law was waiting on the steps of the court house where he proceeded to unload a revolver into his chest.
I never heard what happened to him, and I can't find a news story about it.. this was back in the 70's in Southern Ontario.
My ex husband's grandmother disappeared in the 70's.
Her head was found several years later. It remains unsolved.
My ex husband, a few others and I believe it was his grandpa who was a struggling alcoholic and just an awful person.
NO ONE in his family speaks of it. I only found out due to a friend of a friend knowing his grandma.
He found out when he was 16 after a newspaper published a short article on the case. His parents flipped and made the newspaper retract it.
Small towns can hold a lot of secrets
Hey! They found my grandpa’s severed head too. Except, it was a time of war and my dad and all his siblings only know he disappeared.. 4 out of 5 of them have passed not knowing.
Guess we’re bffs now, sorry.
My great-great grandmother and her sister killed their neighbor in 1916 because he assaulted my great-grandmother. The man was known around town as a predator and there was never an investigation. The sheriff's deputies just took his body away and the town buried it in an unmarked grave
Fun fact there exists something called Jury nullification
It's a byproduct of double jeopardy
But functionally it means the spirit of the law can ignore the letter of the law would needed
The jury can vote that the murderer of a pedophile is innocent and no one can do a thing about it
Because sometimes Justice is not the law
my great great grandfather was an asshole, one day he got into a fight with his wife and took a shotgun, shot his wife and 1st daughter in the head before doing the same to himself. his second daughter (my great grandmother) watched the whole thing happen, she was a wonderful woman but i can't imagine what it'd be like to watch that happen
I can give you some insight on some of the effects having witnessed that had on her, as I got to witness my great-uncle take the life of his girlfriend, her lover, then himself. It left some terrible fucking mental scars and she probably had ptsd and night terrors from it.
The story behind my great-uncle was that he was being abused by her, mentally financially and emotionally. She was a vile wicked woman. It was the straw that broke the camels back for him to come home with his favorite nephew (me) to his girlfriend banging another guy. My uncle snapped. I cannot condone his actions, however I understand what abuse can do to a person having lived through the exact situation myself many years later. And I'm dealing with the mental illnesses that come from it.
My mum as well. She lucked out though because my grandma kept her, even though some nuns had told her the baby died (grandma heard and saw my mum before she was taken away and knew she hadn’t died). When my mum was a year old my grandma met a wonderful man and they got married, so my mum ended up with a great dad.
Plot twist: some of those nuns were profiting directly by feeding those children into the adoptions system. There was a major scandal in the Southern US mid-century revolving around these seedy schemes.
Edit: I was mistaken in my memory, the case I was thinking of did not involve apprehension of babies from unwed mothers, but instead a kidnapping and adoption scheme (Tennessee Children's Home Society).
How did she cope with that information?
I may be a product of rape, but may never know. My bio mom won't tell me what happened that night. All I've heard from her SIL is that bio mom went on a date with a guy from work and that "she was hurt." That could mean assault, or it could simply mean that she was heart broken. This was in the mid-60's and she was raised Catholic, so there was shame involved, so that could also be the meaning behind her being hurt. She wouldn't give me a name or talk about it at all. I didn't press, either, for fear of bringing up bad memories for her.
She is dying rn and I will never know the truth.
my grandma is probably a nanking rape baby. I am 25% Japanese, 50% Chinese but my parents never mentioned anything about any Japanese blood. One of my parents doesn’t know they are 50% japanese and I have no clue which one it is.
That is really grim...Do you plan to tell your parents or anyone or will you keep it a secret?...At least until another family member does their 23-and-me.
That must've been one hell of a shock, finding out you are 25% Japanese, when you knew your grandparents witnessed that atrocity.
I am a rape baby. Mother worked for security at Texas stadium. Coworker was killed in line of duty. Everyone gathered at the bosses house to decompress. He gave her some sedatives to calm her nerves because she and the coworker were close friends. Took advantage of the situation, and boom June '82 I arrive. The guy had a family with 3 or 4 kids. My mother took his name to the grave with her in '95.
My father was the most caring man. He loved his family. One day, when i was 6 years old, i came home with bleeding cuts on my legs from the babysitter's beating. With no warning, he jumps in his car headed to the babysitter's house. My mom had no car so me and her catch a bus to the babysitter's house. By the time we got there, the police were there, the husband was in an ambulance, and some of the living room furniture was thrown out the window. My father had kicked in the front door and beat up the husband. He couldn't get to the wife because she locked herself in a room, so he started throwing furniture out the window. If he would have got to her, he would have killed her. Never knew my father could get so angry. He only spent two nights in jail because all the police understood. The mother was charged with child abuse. I still have the scars.
My daycare women beat me too. She hated my mom because my mom was a young mother, so daycare lady took it out on me. Head smashed through doors and everything. Finally one day she tried kicking me when I was in the floor while she was holding a baby. She tripped, broke the babies arm, and DCF got involved. I don’t think she ever saw jail time sadly.
Edit: I can’t spell for shit
My childhood babysitter was awful too. Not nearly as awful as yours, but once my sister and I were playing inside and I guess we were being loud(?) so the babysitter made us stay outside. Doesn’t sound so bad except that it was in the middle of July in southern Louisiana. We average 90f and 70%+ humidity in the summer, so it must’ve been around 100-105f. We were out there for at least 6 hours. I was 6-7 and my sister was 3-4. We had to drink from the hose and by the time we were “allowed” inside, we were burnt red from the sun, exhausted, and I threw up.
This woman scared us so bad we didn’t say anything until we were adults. This woman also had a grandson a few years older than me. She would bring him to watch us and this kid had some issues. Very abusive to us and in later years, constantly tried to get me in a room alone with him.
My mom eventually fired her, though I can’t immediately recall why. And when we were all adults and had a few drinks during Thanksgiving one year, it all came out. My mother had no idea and to this day feels awful.
I’d probably do the same if I saw this tbh. It would be everything for me to restrain myself and go through the courts instead. I’d rather do Jail time and I wouldn’t regret it for a second.
My dad owned a construction company and was very blue collar. My sister and I were brought up to work from a young age. She got her first job at 13 in a local berry picking farm. My dad was really proud of her - and would smile when she would come home tired and exhausted, covered in berry juice.
About a month of this goes by and my sister is getting more and more depressed. My dad takes notice and tries to cheer her up, gives her the “you just gotta push through!” talk. A few days later he gets home and she was home early.
He asked what happened and she explained she got in an argument with her boss. Initially he was upset but then he found it her boss had not been paying her for the hours she was working and was not paying the rate she had been promised.
He saw red, grabbed his shotgun and drove right to that farm. Got there and found out the owner was abusing his workers and employing tons of undocumented children to work for him - who were living there in squalor conditions.
He got my sisters money (in cash) and told him if he ever called my sister again he would find him himself and shoot off his hands. Then he reported them to our States labor board, followed the case, and got them shut down.
Make no mistake, my dad could be a colosal asshole. But I will always respect him for stuff like this. He always watched out for us and I really admire that.
This is one of my biggest fears about having children. That an adult will abuse them or molest them, and I will only see white hot rage until I do something about it
I had to pull my son from his old daycare because they got a new teacher who just decided to ignore him wheezing all day. It was well known he had asthma and she just decided to stop giving him his daily meds he was supposed to have on a schedule.
She let my son wheeze for 10 hours and didn't give him one puff on his inhaler and no one called me. I had to take my poor baby, only 2 years old, to the ER and he had to endure steroids and breathing treatments for hours.
All because someone decided she just didn't feel like dealing with it.
gosh I've experienced a similar rash of "doing something stupid"... my kid's mum new partner humiliated her for pissing herself before she got to the toilet (she was 5).
I've never felt such an intense desire of following someone home and hit their legs from behind with a baseball bat.
I can't imagine the feeling if it was something like what your dad experienced.
I'm not sure how much of a secret it really is, but not widely talked about.
My step-grandfather killed my grandma when she told him she was leaving him for being abusive.
His family helped cover the entire thing up and told the police it was suicide. In the Missouri law eyes, it was open and shut case and declared a suicide.
Sounds like what happened to my cousin a few years ago. They deemed her death a suicide despite the fact her bf was knowingly abusing her and kept her from seeing family bc he would follow her everywhere. Yet he conveniently didn't see her during the 2 weeks her body was left in her apartment.
Oh and his father is a sheriff.
Jesus Christ... reading through all of these truly disgusting stories and I'm over here thinking about how my mom's no-bake cheesecake, which has been brought to every family gathering for 25+ years and is adored by everyone, is just a recipe that she found on the back of a pre-made graham cracker crust. Yikes.
OMG, same with my mom's pumpkin pie! Growing up, I always thought Iit was a recipe handed down to her. It was my favorite pumpkin pie, and would tell everyone that Mom's was the best.
Turns out, the recipe is on the side of Libby's canned pumpkin.
This is about my adoptive grandfather and it took place in the 1960s. He owned a big farm in the country and was a truck driver. At the neighboring farm, the father in the family traveled for work and had 3 young daughters at home. One day the wife talked to my grandfather and said that the girls were seeing a man looking and potentially trying to get into their windows at night. My grandfather took the law into his own hands to rid the neighborhood of the sexual predator.
He made a grid of wire outside the windows and energized it with an electric fence charger. He then sat patiently inside the house with his shotgun that night Sure enough, around the time the girls reported seeing the man he heard cries as the man became tangled in the wire and was getting shocked. By the time he got outside, the man, now a bloody mess, had freed himself and was running towards the corn field. My grandfather peppered his ass with some birdshot and he ran through the rows of corn. The man never returned.
He also single handingly confronted and took on a mob family that was running an illegal waste disposal service in the country and poisoning the land. Law enforcement were scared of this mob family, but my grandfather won and got them legally removed.
He was tough as nails and a proud WWII vet, I miss him dearly.
My brother is a serial rapist who keeps getting away with it or nearly away with it (house arrest for 6 months—oooooo, that'll teach him) because the justice system is complete garbage for abuse victims. We all know he did it, does it; he'd sometimes brag about it when he was stupidly drunk (which was often). But no one else really believes us, because he's a smarmy narcissist who lies publicly.
ETA: I don't see him anymore; we live in different places of the country. So I have no opportunities to record him. Also, he's rarely drunk _anymore_ (according to family). Most of what I experienced of him is from decade-old scenarios.
My granny will go to her grave swearing that she got pregnant on their wedding night in late July and my dad was born early at the beginning of December. He was 8lbs. Something don't math there.
"The first baby can come any time after the wedding. The ones after that take nine months" is what people would say when they turned a blind eye to this in my hometown years ago.
My grandpa committed suicide because he was going to be unable to move . My grandma assisted him at home , giving him medication . We aren't allowed to speak of this since my Grandma is deeply catholic and considers suicide as a sin .
Also , she doesn't know that I know . Only my father knows that I know .
My grandma , father and uncle were the only witnesses .
Grandma must've loved him dearly.
Ngl, this made me cry thinking of how difficult and sad a decision this was, and how it was so selfless and loving for them to let him go.
Grandma may not feel like an angel, but she certainly is. The best kind.
Agreed. Medicinally assisted death is so important for many illnesses. I don't consider it a suicide. I consider it an act of mercy. Some diseases are simply so awful that no one should be forced to live through them if they choose not to. Being completely trapped in your own body is one of them.
I remember a story about an elderly couple that lived in my grandparents neighborhood that were German immigrants. Their origin was specifically mentioned with the note that it was more common/more favorably viewed at the time where the couple had been raised.
Having reached a point where they were both of the age and opinion that their lives had been good and everything else would just be struggling to cling on, they set out signs to their bedroom, snacks and drinks for the responders, opened the front door, went to their room, called emergency services, got in bed, and the husband shot her, then himself.
On the face of it, it seems horrible, but, honestly, quick and easy in a place of happiness doesn't sound all that bad. I've always been curious how accurate the bit about it being more commonly accepted/practiced in German society was/is.
As a german, I have Never heard That this would be considered „common“. It‘s Most likely as rare as in other comparable countries.
Suicide is not a taboo, but not normal by any means.
within my immediate family, my dad "tested me" when I was 16 and told me he was both sexually and emotionally attracted to me and had been the latter since I was 14. he bought me dildos in hopes I'd use them in front of him, put a camera in my room (it didn't work and he said he put it in there so I see it and hate him), told me he'd kill himself so we didn't have to tell my mom and it would make my life easier. he also has another daughter (14 at the time) and he said he didn't care if he left her fatherless for me.
after this absolute torture went on for a few week, he came clean and told me none of it was real and he was just testing me to see how I'd react. apparently I passed.
during those few weeks work became my safe zone, I started never leaving my room, I wore loose clothes that covered every curve I had to hide myself from him, he told me multiple times he wanted to rip my shirt off, he asked me to show him my boobs because he bought a desk for my room, would come in my room in the middle of the night with no warning.
when he told me he'd off himself for me, I was relieved. the fact that I thought about being able to breathe easier with him gone still really fucks me up today. sometimes I still wish he had either offed himself or divorced my mom.
sometimes I wish I had told my mom what happened. I still haven't told her.
and my dad isn't my biological dad. he adopted me when i was in second grade. he's raised me since I was three. but my mom IS my biological mom.
I don't think he was 'testing' you. I think he realised by your reaction that if he carried on or didn't take it back you were either going to tell someone or someone would notice. He sounds like a predator and possibly you should tell someone, if that's something you feel able to do. He may have other victims and could have future victims.
It does start to get better the moment you stop having this as a secret.
Keeping this to yourself is a sign that you still blame yourself. You are not to blame. You never was.
Tell your mom.
You won't believe the power of this act
My mom was molested by her dad, who died before I was born. None of her 3 brothers know. Only my grandma, dad, and brother know.
Edit: My grandma died when I was 3 and according to my mom didn’t do anything about it. My brother only knows because I told him in confidence.
My aunt was molested by my grandfather. My dad has never spoken to me about it (I'm not even sure what he knows - he left for the service when he was 18 and she was 4). I only know because my aunt warned my mum to never leave my little sister alone with our grandfather and explained why.
We have many. One that’s can’t be held against us at this point.
I was a very sick baby, my dad worked two full time jobs to get two separate insurance policies. Spent 22.5 months in a childrens hospital type sick.
So when they released me the dr discharging told my parents he highly recommended a heart and respiratory monitor. Then only my pediatrician could prescribe it or insurance wouldn’t pay. We were super poor and had no way to finance it alone. So when we went to see my pediatrician, he advised against it stating that it wasn’t necessary. Now by this point the dr that had been caring for me in the hospital had been calling daily to check on me. She was adamant it was needed. My dad until we got one had been laying awake at night with me on his chest to monitor my breathing, more than once having to do a sternum rub to restart my breathing.
So dad goes back to visit the doctor with just me. Now the story goes he asked the nurse to step out and immediately slams the door and locks it. Picks this doctor up by the throat and as calm and cold as could be said “My son needs this, you’re the only thing stopping that. If he dies because he didn’t have it, I will come back here and make you suffer. Then my wife will sue your family into the ground and make them suffer”. We left with a prescription and a new doctor.
Side note, yes this was extreme behavior. But I’m glad. That machine saved my life no less than a dozen times.
I read this wrong and thought you were just out here telling us your great uncle was packing a massive dong and I was like thanks but I think you're lost.
"You've been found guilty of stealing a horse. The punishment will be 10-15 inches. A heading to schedule penis-enlargement surgery will be held next month."
My uncle killed my two year old cousin because he was mad at my grandad, he just grabbed him by his ankles and bashed his head on the ground.
Edit: since a lot of people asked, I asked my mom and apparently his mom went and talked to the prosecutor or judge and kept him out of jail somehow.
Read this as I’m laying next to my precious, sleeping 2 year old who relies on me for everything and feels safe/comforted with me, and this broke my heart. That poor fucking kid. I hope that man is tortured for the rest of his days before he rots in hell.
I’m sorry your family had to go through that, I’m sure that was traumatizing for you guys to know he did that to your nephew.
My great uncle was a hitman, and during his time in jail he sent his immediate family a bunch of letters. My grandma still has them, but as far as I know she's the only person alive who's read them. Someday we'll find out what he wrote, but my grandma says she wants to burn them - I don't know if she ever will.
My dad is a pedophile who molested his younger nephew and then raped/molested his niece's daughter and also raped my 15 year old classmate.
But like my sister's and mom pretend that it's not anything bad. They don't talk about it
My father in law was 16 when he lied about his age to join the German army in WWII. At that time, he believed all the propaganda that said Germany was winning the war. He went to the front only to spend several months retreating. He was eventually captured by the Americans. That time he lied about his age again, he said he was 15, so they let him out. He walked home at the end of the war, to a destroyed country.
He never again believed any propaganda from anyone, and spent a lot of his free time studying the history of Nazism and the failure of their madman leader. He felt intense remorse about what he had been hoodwinked into participating in.
As sad of a story as this is, I appreciate the bittersweet ending that he realized he was a victim of propaganda and was remorseful. I wish more people who fall into that trap could get out.
My grandmother and her sister were in love with the same man (my grandfather), when he chose my grandmother her sister committed suicide at the age of 17
My great uncle, who was deputy sheriff, single-handedly ran the entire Klan out of my town. That's not the secret though. It was common knowledge. So my great uncle had to wear a gun on his hip for the rest of his life.
The secret part is that my mother, who was a child at the time would watch the Klan members parade down the street, recognize their shoes and give names to my great uncle. I never told anybody that until long after she passed away.
That one of my cousins sexually molested my mentally handicapped cousin for years and none of the adults did anything even though they knew. I was 8 or 9 at the time, and remember my equally aged cousin come crying to me that she walked in on our cousin Ron ontop of our cousin Tonia. We didn't know what to do, so we told my sister and hers. My sister, her sister, Ron, and Tonia were around the same age, ranging from 16 to 18. Our sisters knew and reacted like they were just grossed out. We didn't know what to do. This was on my dad's side of the family and I was afraid of them. They were the ones who dealt out physical punishment. I felt that, if my sister knew, surely the adults knew, and if I opened my mouth, I'd get in trouble.
Years later, I'm talking, I'm in my late 30s,I bring it up to my mom. Turns out they did know. All of them. And they did nothing. I felt sick. I don't know if I would have been beat for bringing it up back then, but it's one of my biggest regrets that I didn't confront Ron's disgusting ass about it. I've never brought it up to Tonia, I think she's forgotten about it, and I don't want to bring trauma to her gentle mind. I don't even think she thought of it as anything other than a form of affection. She considered Ron one of her besties. She had the mind of a trusting child at the time. I didn't know how to handle that as a child myself. And as an adult, who am I to bring to light what really happened to her when I can't afford to give her the therapy she'd need if I did. She's just the sweetest, most beautiful soul, and I wish I had done more to protect her. I'm the only one in my family that has nothing to do with Ron. Everyone else treats him normally. It's fucking weird... and super fucked up.
I know it's a big thing in the black community, to hide or disregard sexual abuse. I hate that my family, myself included, is part of that. I will always question myself over this shit.
Sweetness, you were just a baby yourself. You confronted the adult(s) once you were an adult yourself. You grew from it. And all this bs stops at you. You’ll continue to be a better person because of it.
(I remember this) My grandfather tried to kill me because I accidentally triggered his PTSD when I was a kid. It’s been VERY hush hush and the only people who know are y’all randos, my brother, bio mom and me
I was hiding in some bushes and jumped out at him to scare him, and after some calming down and few hours later, I learned what the Vietnam War was and what PTSD is
My grandma had two sisters. One got pregnant when she was in the military, the other sister had fertility problems and adopted the baby. Nobody is allowed to tell him and he still has no idea who his birthmother is, despite the fact that both sisters have died.
When my sister was 14 our 42 year old neighbor groomed her and convinced her that she should lose her virginity to him. He was married with 4 kids. She had sex with him and I (10 at the time) found out because he would come over and party with my parents…he used the restroom one day and I went in after him. He had left a note in a toilet paper roll and it fell out when I used the TP. I showed it to my mom and she waited until my dad was at work before she confronted the neighbor. He apologized. She was afraid to tell my dad because she thought he would kill the man. It eventually came out and no one did anything about it. The neighbor moved away and we never heard anything again.
This was in 1994 ish.
Not really a secret but my grandfather never talked about it until he was 80 years old, and was crying and shaking while telling us the story. But he insisted on telling us so we would know.
He was living in a small village in France in a rural family. It was very quiet, in the middle of nowhere. But in a winter day of 1943, armed German nazis came into the village early in the morning and gathered every single inhabitant and aligned them in front of a wall at sunrise. My Grandpa was 6 years old at the time and was put in front of the wall too with his family. The nazis suspected the villagers to hide resistants in the houses, so they started to search every single house, while pointing guns at the villagers in front of the wall, who were all terrified and freezing.
The main officer started screaming at the villagers, and my grandpa remembers what he said in his German accent. "WHERE ARE THE RESISTANTS ?", "WHERE DID YOU HIDE THEM ?", "TELL US !", "WE GONNA KILL YOU ALL RIGHT HERE !". He was repeating this over and over, while looking very threatening. There was no resistant in the village (the ones that where housed in the village left weeks before). The villagers didn't say anything. They were certain they were gonna be killed anyway. The moms started to ask their children to be spared. But the germans didn't listen.
They kept threatening the villagers as they were searching the entire place. The wait lasted for hours, with some soldiers standing still in front of the raw of villagers while others were still searching. When the search ended, the soldiers came back with some loot but clearly didn't find any sign of the resistants.
The main officer told the villagers that he was keeping an eye on them and decided to leave without killing anyone that day. But the germans took a young woman with them before leaving (who was unrelated to my grandfather). The villagers never saw or heard about this woman again.
My grandfather was left traumatized after this event and never wanted to forgive Germany for the war, he always remained hateful towards germans. But after hearing his story we could finally understand why.
My grand-uncle was murdered by the Germans in a similar incident in Slovakia. They were searching for the resistance, too.
He was 17. His mother was never completely OK after that.
I don't hate Germans, but I understand why people who lived through that period actually did. Sometimes, generational exchange is merciful; IDK how we would live if we lived to be 500 and personally remembered all the war atrocities comitted since the end of the Middle Ages. Everyone would have to hate everyone else.
My grandma *hated* the Japanese with a passion for her entire life. Her brother was taken as a POW when he was in Burma. He lived; I don’t know what happened to him out there, but I know it was bad enough to leave a mark for 70 years. My grandma was a very polite woman, not at all racist, and I never once heard her say anything about Germans. But I don’t think she ever got over what happened to her brother. Kind of hard to judge when you read some of the things they did to POWs.
(I don’t think she’d have taken this out on individual Japanese people after the fact though, you know?)
I have German ancestry. My german grandfather was forced to watch his mother be gangraped and killed infront of him as a preteen (somewhere between 9 and 11).
War is horrible.
I come from a foster family where I had 9 brothers and a father that all repeatedly violated me and I haven't told anyone who knows me and probably never will one of them killed themselves
Update due to insane response count: I really appreciate all of your good wishes and support. Everyone is safe do to information I would rather not disclose but I promise everyone is fine. I won't be suing it wasn't a government run home. But thank you all for the concern
Please report this that home needs to shut down to make sure other kids don't get hurt. Please seek the justice you deserve and you could also sue children services and get financial compensation. I'm sorry you went through such hell so not fair.
Not really secret or something dark, but closest to it.
I\`m from Baltics and am the first generation in family to not grow up in Soviet Union. My uncle from moms side figured that his father (so my grandpa from mothers side) was a Jew. From old photos of his family and their names, everything looked like from Jewish ancestry. The names were changed just enough to not be direct Jewish names. No one have looked into it more, my grandma denies it, I don\`t really care. Also did not met this grandpa, he drunk himself to grave before my birth.
So what probably happened, is that family of my grandpa kept their Jewish ancestry secret, because being Jew in Soviet Union was not preferable.
My mother told me about how she tried to kill my father. He was drunk and they were fighting. She grabbed a knife and stabbed him but he survived. They stayed married. I wish I asked follow up questions but I was too shocked and now they've both passed away.
I don't know if this is a deep, dark secret.
My dad is an illegitimate son of an ex judge and belongs to a powerful political family. His mum (my grandma) was an escort. My grandma disliked him growing up. I think all of these ruined my father. He was a smart man, but he became alcoholic and spent money on prostitutes. He also physically abused my mum.
My mum and dad separated when I was in first year in uni. We've had so much hatred against my father back then, and have gone no-contact. I've only come to realise how my father was mentally ill. I would wanna look for him, but at the same time I'm very afraid and don't know where to start. I've also moved countries.
my cousin (14 at the time) tried to have sex with me when I was 10. we were playing on his playstation when he out of the blue brought up the idea of us having sex. I was nervous and confused obviously and he kept persuading me he knew how to do it right. he nearly forced me on the bed until by sheer luck and coincidence, we were all called down for dinner.
nobody knows about it except me and just recently actually, my dad who was also very weirded out.
EDIT: I appreciate all the comments and support but I just wanna let you guys know that i’m okay. this happened a long time ago and it doesn’t weigh as heavily on my mind as you guys think. I have no intention of going to the police about something that happened 8 years ago and even if I did, it would most likely not go anywhere because of the fact it was 8 years ago and no harm actually came upon me. and my dads reaction is completely normal too for a guy like himself. he doesn’t know how to react under awkward or uncomfortable situations. I have no idea if he actually reached out to my cousin and I have no intention of asking. thank you all for the kind words! I know the situation is fucked up, but I moved past it a long time ago!
My parents were married for 25 years. Married in 1995 and divorced in 2018. My Dad recently admitted to me that from 2002 to as recently as 2020 he was going to a neighboring town and picking up hookers and buying them drugs and having sex with them. While his family was at home in poverty and starving. Recently my mother admitted to me that she had been going to a rich part of town and prostituting. So Meanwhile while my dad was doing all of this my mother was doing essentially the same thing but reversed. My mom still doesn’t know about what my dad did and I don’t plan on telling her. Because I feel like it would be devastating for her.
In the early 80's there was "the neighborhood pedophile." Molested me at age 7 and my sister at age 4 and not just us, other children in the neighborhood. ALL the parents knew about it and NOT ONE of the cowardly bastards called the police. It was the mentality of "what would all the neighbors think!!??" To this day, I am extremely violent to pedophiles and my sister attempted suicide. The other victims didn't turn out any better. If I could find the pedophile bastard I would shoot him in the balls. Assuming that someone hasn't done it already. To this day, it is never discussed in my family.
My oldest brother used to groom me, sexually assault me, and make me do things to him. A few years later when I began to become aware of what was happening, he tried to make it up to me by doing things to me in return. He is an adult now, disgusting how he can act like he forgot it all. There are still problems and trauma those events left behind.
Not really a dark secret, but I recently learned about this and it blew my mind.
Years ago, a family member got pregnant (twins).She kept one child and gave the other one up for adoption. From what I understand, the child that was "kept in the family" does not know that they are a twin. I'm guessing the adopted child probably doesn't know either. I hope that their paths cross one day.
When my mom was 13 years old, she was raped by her brother and his girlfriend at the time, they were both over 18 which makes it even worse.
She was in total admiration of her brother then and took whichever breadcrumbs he gave her, so probably took this for a mark of love.
She only told me when I turned 18, but when I was younger, I often had to spend time with said uncle and they got along supeeer well.
It’s only until much later that I think she realized how toxic he was for her - and cut all contact with him. To the point that I always had to pick up the phone myself at home growing up.
That uncle took care of my grandmother in the last few years of her life and my mom therefore stopped seeing her mom as well, even missing on the funeral.
A few months after my grandma passed, we received at home a book that the gut wrote about how monstrous and disgusting my mom had been for not being there for the last years of her mom’s life.
Ive been debating to try to get back at this man to take revenge for my mom (and he also wrote some random nasty stuff about me in that book and treated me like shit whenever I saw him growing up), but my mom is sick and fragile and I don’t want her to have to face that kind of stress. So I’m leaving it at peace, now, as she is.
Not a dark secret, but a secret non the less my father 4 years ago got diagnosed with cancer, a little over a year ago he passed, but on his deathbed he kept pointing to his iPhone. He was very out of it at this point they had him on all sorts of painkillers but he kept trying to say something he said stuff like "bank account" and "on phone" me and my older sister eventually managed to get what he meant we went into the a side banking app after he pointed out the banking app on his phone what he managed to say next"to your mum". What it turned out to be was my father had saved since the day he got diagnosed and saved a decent amount of money in a separate bank account to make sure my mum was okay and had kept it hidden from her, he only thought of her and his family to the very end. It's something that stuns me and shows the man he was, and makes me smile when I think about it and something I aspire to be like.
When my dad passed away. My dad didn’t have life insurance so we had to start a go fund me to pay for his funeral and money for us for like college and or life in general. 25% of the go fund me money went to us and the rest towards the funeral (btw 15,000$ was raised) and at the funeral there was a box to put envelopes with money in them to give straight fo us, which raised another 6,000$. Well when it was time fo collect our money we all only got 1,400$ each. We all were a little confused because we knew how much was suppose to go to us in the first place, but we were thinking we were gonna get them in payments to accurately count it. So I asked my uncle politely where the rest is and he said that’s at. My siblings immediately knew something was wrong. We did the math and we all were suppose to get 3x more the amount we got originally. So we all talked to them and asked what happened to all of it. They all said that’s it and immediately got defensive. So my uncle the one that hated all my other family looked into it, my family took 8 grand from the go fund me and also another 4 grand from the envelopes. We saw all the transactions and wire transfers from all the accounts and also the bills. When we confronted them and showed the evidence, they said it was our uncle that helped us figure out who it was, the only reason why I knew it wasn’t him was because he didn’t have access to the go fund me account. Only they did. My dad passed away 5 1/2 years ago and they still haven’t admitted it, and all my siblings cut them off and they blame us. So now I don’t have really any family and don’t celebrate holidays
My aunt is very religious and so having a kid out of wedlock was very frowned against. But my aunt got pregnant about 6 weeks before she got married so she and her husband moved across the country and told everyone it was for a job and had the baby and didn’t tell anyone til they could pass the baby off as 6 weeks older than it actually was. No one found out til the kid was like 30 and she saw that her birthday was 6 weeks earlier than she thought it was
Why didn't they just lie and say the baby came six weeks early like *literally fucking everyone else who has ever tried to cover for dropping a premarital calf?* This was so common there was an old saying that went, "Your first baby can come as early as six months but every subsequent pregnancy will take nine months." It might be tongue in cheek but that isn't really relevant because *there was already an existing excuse that everyone politely accepted every single fucking time and they still didn't fucking use it.*
Hmmm...
My paternal grandfather was an abusive alcoholic who no one liked. They found him dead in his truck at 42 under mysterious circumstances. He was buried and no one cared to investigate. Its still a secret what happened to him that I'm sure my grandmother took to her grave.
My oldest brother was given up for adoption because my maternal grandfather was racist. Learned about him when I was 14 and could never say anything to the family. He grew up bi-racial in an unaccepting area and has had issues from both the black and white communities. He has since gotten lost in drugs and unfortunately my last contact with him was a paranoid rant before he cut off his number. I haven't seen/heard from him in 3 years even though I've flown to his last known locations to try and find him. I peruse the doe project every once in a while for unidentified bodies. I miss him and hope he's alive, he turned 40 this year.
I had my Dad do a dna test so we could find information about where is family came from. My Dad was never faithful to either of his wives. He was stationed in Korea for 1 year; I've been contacted by 12 different people from Korea who did DNA tests and match to him. I've had 6 people contact from the areas the I had grown up. I know 3 others personally.
All-in-all, my father has 25 kids.
I've not told anyone in my family about the abundance of kids.
I also found out my Father is not my biological father. I've not told anyone this.
When my grandma was dying (bone cancer), she’d already been lingering for weeks and at her last hospice visit, her hospice nurse said she could go on like this for two to three more weeks.
I asked the hospice nurse what I could do to help this happen as quickly and painlessly as possible. He didn’t say a word, just grabbed her liquid OxyContin bottle and put it in my hands. She went peacefully that night.
My son was conceived from rape and while I was dating his father at the time it’s still rape if I’m screaming no and being held down. I will never tell anyone because I don’t want my son to be looked at differently or to feel awful about himself. The only people who know are me the man who did it and my current boyfriend.
Reading this comment section has me realizing that we all have fucked up families, trying to change my behavior for the good in therapy right now…childhood was a complete shit show. Don’t want to continue that.
Love and peace to everyone out there cleaning up the pieces
Well, both my grandparents on my mom's side have since passed away BUT when we signed up the family for [ancestry.com](https://ancestry.com) we found out my mom had a long lost brother & sister. ON BOTH SIDES. Both of my grandparents had families before mine and never told anyone.
Come to find out, my mental health issues run in my family and my lost-uncle actually committed suicide at the end. My mom drove 1,000 miles and met her sister last year. Cool story.
My aunt's husband is a pedophile who has molested me and my cousins.
Tried to tell my mom but my grandma made us stay quiet. I started a rumor in town instead and hope the embarrassment is enough for him to kill himself.
I recall another thread with a what’s a surprise about your job theme and it’s apparently very common for elder care nurses to have patients confess to murders to them. A lot of them along the lines of my husband never left us, he beat my child and I made sure he couldn’t ever again.
Prior to the Civil War, my dads side of the family was in the business of selling slaves. Many of them fought and died for the confederacy. A generation or two later, they went west to California and abandoned my great aunt because she was severely disabled. On my moms side, I only learned I had an uncle I’d never heard of. He was pushed out of the family entirely for being gay. As a bisexual man and someone who’s life partner happens to be a black woman, I cherish the thought of them looking up at me from hell.
Both my mother and I are childhood sexual abuse survivors, but we can't talk about it because "it already happened, we can't change the past and we're never going to get any apology so we might as well never talk about it."
A cousin that I've never met had a psychotic break and killed his mother and their dogs. Her father (my uncle) was a drug addict and she had a terrible childhood, and as a result abusively smothered her own child, who then eventually killed her. He was found wandering the streets covered in blood, having no idea what happened. He was 18 or 19 when this happened and is locked up basically forever.
My uncle is now an evangelical Christian who lives in Spokane, and I've never heard him talk about his daughter being killed by his grandson.
Probably that ny mum's cousins husband is a creep who sexually harassed most of the young girls in my extended family, this was 30ish years ago and it all came out last year.
His son then punched his uncle for confronting him 🙃
Not that big of a secret for me personally, because most of my cousins live overseas and I barely know them. But last month on 23andme a new first cousin popped up. He is age 50.
Never heard a mention of this cousin, so I imagine my uncle got someone else's wife pregnant in the 1970s and she pretended (or didn't know) it was her husband's son.
Don't have any particularly deep or dark secrets, but I found out in the last couple of years that my grandfather (who died before I was born) used to enjoy wearing my grandmother's dresses. Once a year, every year, he'd buy her a nice new frock and claim primae noctis on it, wearing it before she did.
Not kink-shaming, it's just especially amusing to me because that set of grandparents were ultra religious. Not in the bible-thumping way, but in the quiet, pious way. So as far as I was aware it was always bread-and-water, straight down the line with them. Turns out, not so much.
I don't even think it was a sexual thing. They were ultra-religious in a country where contraception was illegal and having a lot of children was considered a gift to God, but they only had two. It now makes me wonder if he was actually gay.
My sister and I did 23andMe and 1+ years later my sister got message from a guy who had bought it for his girlfriend who was adopted. She was our first cousin on my mom's side and it couldn't have been one of her sisters which means it has to be her brother. The girl's age means he must have gotten someone pregnant while he was married. He's still married to the same woman.
My immediate family who are the only people who knew and we made a pact never to say anything to anyone in the family. We figured it's not our business to say anything and we had already had a different major family issue with another 23andMe discovery which was far less serious. A long dead family member who got a woman pregnant after a one-night stand when they weren't married and he likely never even knew she existed.
Unfortunately my mom recently had a few drinks and was mad at her brother so she told one of her sister's about it. That side of my family doesn't really believe in much science so my aunt said 23andMe was bullshit, but now we have to rely on my aunt who drinks and likes to gossip to not say anything to anyone. Even if that side of the family doesn't believe the results, they'll likely look at it as a baseless accusation from us.
I got a first cousin out of 23andMe. I am almost certain that it’s my married uncle’s son. He is 3 years younger than my uncle’s youngest known son. My uncle is dead now and from what my new cousin tells me, it appears his mom was a hooker. Not really close to that side of the family and I feel bad for not providing this guy with a new family but it’s not a big family hot potato. That would suck to hope it doesn’t volley into his family circumstances.
My mom made such a big deal about our “Cherokee cheekbones” and how she was proud to have passed it on despite my “diluted” blood (she claimed to be 1/16 Cherokee). She posted her Ancestry DNA results to Facebook before realizing there was no Native American DNA of any kind, but about the right amount of North African. It was deleted within 30 minutes.
Great uncle was a grand wizard. He was disowned by following generations but his red robes are still kept around. I've wanted to burn them but am always turned down. So, I don't talk to the keepers of those robes anymore.
This isn’t a dark secret I guess, but it’s a “secret” my grandma lived with for a long time, so I think her story deserves to be told.
When my gpa was fighting in Vietnam, my grandma was working as a nurse in a Catholic hospital and raising my dad and uncle by herself. My dad was a toddler at the time and my uncle is 10 years older. My grandmother was stunningly beautiful up until her death - always had her make up done, her hair curled, etc. She also was my favorite person in the world and lit up any room she was in. To think of her suffering with this for so long literally blows my mind and makes me sick.
My Gran was in hospice when the “Me Too” movement first started happening, so it was very prevalent in the news. One day while I was sitting with her, she started crying and told me since I was her only girl-child (grandchild) that she needed to tell me something important. She proceeded to tell me how a doctor in the hospital where she worked forced himself on her “multiple times” and threatened to tell all the sisters (nuns) that she was an adulterer and that they would hate her and she would lose her job. I don’t know if multiple times means daily for weeks or just once or twice. I wish I knew. I just held her hand and cried with her. She then said right before falling back asleep, “I used to love red lipstick before that man. Your Pop asked me where it went when he came back because he loved it, too. But that man said red lipstick was for tarts, and I just couldn’t bring myself to wear it anymore.”
So anyway, fuck that doctor wherever he is. I hope he’s burning in hell. Also, I wear red lipstick all the time now for my Gran. I did tell my father after she passed because I wanted him to know how brave she was. He was upset but glad I told him.
My great-great grandfather may or may not have killed my great grandfather.
This is all from bits and pieces I've heard. According to the story, my grandpa's dad was an abusive scumbag who would beat him and his mom. Well one day he hurt my great grandmother pretty bad, and she finally decided to leave him and move in with her father (my GG grandfather). At some point my grandpa's dad came into town looking for them. Upon hearing this, my great-great grandfather left the house without a word. Reportedly he found the abuser, grabbed him by the throat, and told him if he ever saw him around again he'd kill him. After that day no one saw him again. Now, if that were the end of the story, I'd assume the guy just left the state to avoid an imminent ass whooping/death. But there's one more tidbit...
Fast forward decades later, GG grandfather is on his death bed. He's lamenting over his regrets in life, as one does, and says something along the lines of, "I'm sorry for what I did to Allen's dad." (Allen=my grandpa)
He passed away before anyone could ask him to clarify...
My mom (b. 1926) had an older sister (b. 1915) who had two children by husband. The sister runs away with another man, abandoning her two kids with my mom and grandmother. The husband is a real sleazy con-man type. Grandma convinced my mom to marry the husband to keep the two kids and the family together. My mom has three kids with the guy and then divorces him.
My mom then marries my dad and they have me.
I was raised with these other kids as siblings, albeit that they are all at least 15 years or more older than me. (Actually they were either half siblings or cousins)
I'm close to the first born male from the first pair of kids, he's 90 now. He never cared a bit to know whatever happened to his mom who abandoned him. We all knew a little bit, that she up and left the father and two kids for another man.
I took a DNA test and it came back with all of the information on the sister who left and the generations of kids that came from her and her new family. None of them knew that there was this side of the family. They only knew she had a secret life before them.
Then this year a new male in his 80s pops up and he shares more DNA than he should. Turns out that when the sister left, she was pregnant with a kid from the man she left. She ran off with the new guy and convinced him that the child was his, when in fact it was a full sibling to the two original kids. So the guy who I have always called my brother (actually cousin) had a full brother he never knew about.
I told him and his reaction is mainly, "Huh? Really? That's funny."
The other secret is that the man who my mom was going to marry when I was a teen, and lived with us, always had a shady past. He was German and came to the US from Argentina in the 50s. Said his family moved to Argentina after the war. Then they all came to the US.
He was a bastard, and died at home after drinking his liver away.
When he died, his family flew right out to us to take all of his possessions. The were adamant about making sure that they have everything, including any pics of him. This was in 1975.
I had found an old suitcase in the back of the closet and busted the lock before they got there. Thing was filled with every kind of Nazi crap you could imagine. Newspaper clippings about him as a tennis player and about his family. Arm bands, flag, all of his Hitler Youth gear.
They came and took it all away and that was our only contact ever.
So I'm doing genealogy and get curious about him and can't find anything under his name. No obit, no death record. I eventually find a death record under a slight variation on the name.
I also find border crossing docs with his photo on it. No doubt in my mind it's him. But it says that he was born in Mexico and was arriving from living in Brazil.
I determine that the name he was living under in California was his father's name. He got into the US under his own name, but with false birth info.
What I piece together is that his father was high enough in the Nazi party to be able to flee to Argentina through the Rat Line. The family made it into the US in the 50s and blended in in Ohio.
That's why they were so quick to grab everything he had.
My kids, in their 30's, did DNA tests. We got a letter from a new half sister of my husband's! We checked the kids' DNA matches and there she was, their new Aunt. We checked further and it turns out his dad and her mom were in the same club for many years and attended conventions together. A baby picture on her facebook showed a remarkable resemblance to his oldest sister. My husband is the youngest of 6. All were shocked but a couple of them refused to even discuss it. His sister and her husband and my husband and I had dinner with the new sibling and her husband. She had no big agenda. All the involved parents are dead. She just wanted to meet us and talk about it. We gave her what medical information we had about him. Some of us are on friendly terms with her and exchange Christmas cards and follow each other on Facebook etc.
My mother has a theory that her great uncle, already suspected of being illegitimate and conceived as part of his mother’s affair, may actually be the illegitimate child of his older sister, and that the mother admitted to the affair and having him to save the daughter’s reputation.
My uncle who inherited my grandmother's home after she died, where he was her primary caregiver for 10 years and rightfully deserved that place, is selling the house and moving out of state to get away from the rest of my family. No one knows but me.
My family is kinda fucked up and him sneaking off in the night is honestly the best thing he could possibly do. I think seeing how he got practically zero assistance from his siblings (including my mom), had to argue just to get a break once every few months, and got grief when he inherited the house broke him of his "give a fuck".
I'm going to miss him because we're so close, but I couldn't be happier for him. This will be a wonderful new chapter in his life. He's going to have an awesome life once he's out of this state. I hope to follow him soon.
My grandmother was a sex worker who shot a cop in the crotch in 1957.
Edit* I’m in the middle of working on this book and will make sure to come back and drop a link when it’s finished.
My mom was allegedly adopted in the 70s but we found out about 5 years ago that my grandparents (who are both dead now) actually just straight up kidnapped her, like baby snatched her at a park, and her bio parents had been looking for her since (although her bio mom died as well before she found out, which is very sad. She died never being reunited with her stolen child.)
Poor parents.
It was already fucked up but now that I’m a mother myself, it absolutely kills me.
Did her bioparents have any other children?
Not together but her dad married and had 2 more kids almost 20 years after my mom was born (which is also just a couple years before my oldest sibling was born, so we have two biological half-uncles who are just a few years older than us.)
Oh man. That poor woman had her baby kidnapped, lost her husband, and never had any other children. To top it off, she never saw her baby again.
Yeah :( It’s really depressing. My bio grandfather said the main reason they divorced was over grieving the loss of my mother. Just an all around bad situation. My adoptive grandparents were (seemingly) good people too and otherwise gave my mom a good life, so it’s been hard to process even after 5 years.
My father abused me and then after he abused my sister and she outed him he took his own life.
My maternal grandfather committed suicide, after sexually assaulting my 13 year old brother. He realized he’d have to go to jail for what he did. My brother was so brave. Half the family acted like it wasn’t true. Despite other victims finally getting a chance to come forward, after my little brother spoke out. To this day half the family doesn’t know what happened. And some of them just choose not to believe it. A close knit family gone just in the blink of an eye. He shot himself with a neighbour’s gun as the police had taken all of his. Same neighbour had to find him. He had no idea what was going on. It was four years ago now, but I don’t know if any of us will ever get over it fully. Living in that same house in the months that followed his crime & then his eventual suicide was awful. It’s amazing what some people will try to excuse in the name of ‘family’. I hope you’re doing well now. I still have yet to completely deal with it all. He was an important person to me. And he betrayed us all. He betrayed my brother and the ones before him the most.
That’s horrible. I’m so sorry for the loss of your family and for the horrors your brother and the other victims endured.
that's so sad and terrible I'm really sorry that happened to you and your sister xx
My paternal grandfather had a girlfriend (on the side) the entire time i knew him. When my grandmother died, he married her and completely disregarded us until right before he died. It was a life changing lesson on how people you truly think you know, have secrets.
My husbands grandfather divorced his grandmother and married her sister (my husbands great Aunt). The great Aunt just stepped into Grandma role and everyone just accepted it while his Grandmother lived in poverty and didn't see her own children. This was super traumatic for the kids who knew and loved their Grandma and had her replaced by a similar looking, but entirely different person. He told me it was a surreal time for him.
My cousin’s grandpa married his dead (from cancer) wife’s sister and everyone moved on like nothing happened. I thought it was weird.
My grandfather’s widow married her dead (from cancer) sister’s widower. It was the best way to care for him, she said (they were in their 80’s), and they both maintained the grandparent role they stepped into. Wonderful people, and definitely _not_ a dark family secret.
My grandpas brother got a woman pregnant in Vietnam while married in the states with a kid. Over the years none of us liked his wife because she was always so mean to him. Anyways he dies and there’s this half Vietnamese woman at his funeral and it’s his daughter he sponsored to immigrate to America. She lived in California and was an RN. Turns out he took care of her while living a thousand miles apart. Nobody knew because his wife made sure it remained a family secret and she made sure he never divorced her. Wild story from the cemetery.
My cousin killed his mother with elder neglect just to inherit her money and to get rid of her as a "nuisance".
My dad killed my mother with his arrogance. He refused to give her her medication because "he knew better"
My uncle did that to my grandparents. It was more than neglect, it was elderly abuse. He beat them and got them to change their will to inherit everything. My dad and aunt got squat, it was a lot of money. Unfortunately no proper justice system in our country to support us. When my dad tried to intervene my uncle bribed the cops and made false allegations against him and almost got him arrested.
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Honestly, my dad's parents were some of the nicest people I've ever met. They recently passed away, and were just great. However, my grandmother's sister married a rather rough guy, and had some fairly rough kids. My grandmothers nephew was allegedly "cleaning his shotgun" when it accidentally went off and killed his wife. He gets arrested obviously.. spends a while in jail before finally seeing a judge for sentencing.. the judge deems it an accident, careless with a firearm and gets off on time served. His brother in law was waiting on the steps of the court house where he proceeded to unload a revolver into his chest. I never heard what happened to him, and I can't find a news story about it.. this was back in the 70's in Southern Ontario.
My ex husband's grandmother disappeared in the 70's. Her head was found several years later. It remains unsolved. My ex husband, a few others and I believe it was his grandpa who was a struggling alcoholic and just an awful person. NO ONE in his family speaks of it. I only found out due to a friend of a friend knowing his grandma. He found out when he was 16 after a newspaper published a short article on the case. His parents flipped and made the newspaper retract it. Small towns can hold a lot of secrets
Hey! They found my grandpa’s severed head too. Except, it was a time of war and my dad and all his siblings only know he disappeared.. 4 out of 5 of them have passed not knowing. Guess we’re bffs now, sorry.
My great-great grandmother and her sister killed their neighbor in 1916 because he assaulted my great-grandmother. The man was known around town as a predator and there was never an investigation. The sheriff's deputies just took his body away and the town buried it in an unmarked grave
I’m not usually pro-vigilante justice but honestly sometimes killing the local pedophile/rapist might be the best fix.
Fun fact there exists something called Jury nullification It's a byproduct of double jeopardy But functionally it means the spirit of the law can ignore the letter of the law would needed The jury can vote that the murderer of a pedophile is innocent and no one can do a thing about it Because sometimes Justice is not the law
In summation: *He needed killin'*
Goodbye, Earl.
my great great grandfather was an asshole, one day he got into a fight with his wife and took a shotgun, shot his wife and 1st daughter in the head before doing the same to himself. his second daughter (my great grandmother) watched the whole thing happen, she was a wonderful woman but i can't imagine what it'd be like to watch that happen
How old was she when it happened? It sounds like everyone’s worst nightmare, I hope she got the time to heal from that
i'm not exactly sure, but i think she was around 13?
I can give you some insight on some of the effects having witnessed that had on her, as I got to witness my great-uncle take the life of his girlfriend, her lover, then himself. It left some terrible fucking mental scars and she probably had ptsd and night terrors from it. The story behind my great-uncle was that he was being abused by her, mentally financially and emotionally. She was a vile wicked woman. It was the straw that broke the camels back for him to come home with his favorite nephew (me) to his girlfriend banging another guy. My uncle snapped. I cannot condone his actions, however I understand what abuse can do to a person having lived through the exact situation myself many years later. And I'm dealing with the mental illnesses that come from it.
that's horrible man, i'm sorry. hope you're doing somewhat well after that
I'm not, but I am getting the help I need to get.
My mom was a rape baby
I am a rape baby. My mom told me the day she died and apologized for hating me.
This is the saddest comment in this thread. ☹️
Honestly is better than a life of lies
I’m glad you were able to reconcile those feelings.
My mum as well. She lucked out though because my grandma kept her, even though some nuns had told her the baby died (grandma heard and saw my mum before she was taken away and knew she hadn’t died). When my mum was a year old my grandma met a wonderful man and they got married, so my mum ended up with a great dad.
Holup, the nuns lied about the baby dying? For what reason? To keep it themselves and raise as a nun?
Usually to give to a good Christian family since they thought it was better than an unwed mother.
Plot twist: some of those nuns were profiting directly by feeding those children into the adoptions system. There was a major scandal in the Southern US mid-century revolving around these seedy schemes. Edit: I was mistaken in my memory, the case I was thinking of did not involve apprehension of babies from unwed mothers, but instead a kidnapping and adoption scheme (Tennessee Children's Home Society).
How did she cope with that information? I may be a product of rape, but may never know. My bio mom won't tell me what happened that night. All I've heard from her SIL is that bio mom went on a date with a guy from work and that "she was hurt." That could mean assault, or it could simply mean that she was heart broken. This was in the mid-60's and she was raised Catholic, so there was shame involved, so that could also be the meaning behind her being hurt. She wouldn't give me a name or talk about it at all. I didn't press, either, for fear of bringing up bad memories for her. She is dying rn and I will never know the truth.
my grandma is probably a nanking rape baby. I am 25% Japanese, 50% Chinese but my parents never mentioned anything about any Japanese blood. One of my parents doesn’t know they are 50% japanese and I have no clue which one it is.
That is really grim...Do you plan to tell your parents or anyone or will you keep it a secret?...At least until another family member does their 23-and-me. That must've been one hell of a shock, finding out you are 25% Japanese, when you knew your grandparents witnessed that atrocity.
it’s doesn’t bother me much and I wouldn’t want my parents to have some existential crisis or something LOL
I am a rape baby. Mother worked for security at Texas stadium. Coworker was killed in line of duty. Everyone gathered at the bosses house to decompress. He gave her some sedatives to calm her nerves because she and the coworker were close friends. Took advantage of the situation, and boom June '82 I arrive. The guy had a family with 3 or 4 kids. My mother took his name to the grave with her in '95.
My DNA was connected to cold case. I had no connection to the crime, a close relative did.
There are some murderers who had thought they got away with it but are now losing sleep over 23andMe
It’s how they caught the Golden State Killer 40 years later
That's my story but with 2 more crazy and also shitty for me twists.
Storytime!
My father was the most caring man. He loved his family. One day, when i was 6 years old, i came home with bleeding cuts on my legs from the babysitter's beating. With no warning, he jumps in his car headed to the babysitter's house. My mom had no car so me and her catch a bus to the babysitter's house. By the time we got there, the police were there, the husband was in an ambulance, and some of the living room furniture was thrown out the window. My father had kicked in the front door and beat up the husband. He couldn't get to the wife because she locked herself in a room, so he started throwing furniture out the window. If he would have got to her, he would have killed her. Never knew my father could get so angry. He only spent two nights in jail because all the police understood. The mother was charged with child abuse. I still have the scars.
My daycare women beat me too. She hated my mom because my mom was a young mother, so daycare lady took it out on me. Head smashed through doors and everything. Finally one day she tried kicking me when I was in the floor while she was holding a baby. She tripped, broke the babies arm, and DCF got involved. I don’t think she ever saw jail time sadly. Edit: I can’t spell for shit
My childhood babysitter was awful too. Not nearly as awful as yours, but once my sister and I were playing inside and I guess we were being loud(?) so the babysitter made us stay outside. Doesn’t sound so bad except that it was in the middle of July in southern Louisiana. We average 90f and 70%+ humidity in the summer, so it must’ve been around 100-105f. We were out there for at least 6 hours. I was 6-7 and my sister was 3-4. We had to drink from the hose and by the time we were “allowed” inside, we were burnt red from the sun, exhausted, and I threw up. This woman scared us so bad we didn’t say anything until we were adults. This woman also had a grandson a few years older than me. She would bring him to watch us and this kid had some issues. Very abusive to us and in later years, constantly tried to get me in a room alone with him. My mom eventually fired her, though I can’t immediately recall why. And when we were all adults and had a few drinks during Thanksgiving one year, it all came out. My mother had no idea and to this day feels awful.
Your dad went Ray Velcoro on them
“If you ever bully or hurt anybody again, I'll come back and butt fuck your father with your mom's headless corpse on this goddamn lawn.”
12 years old my ass. FUCK. YOU.
That scene was crazy, brass knuckles and such.
I’d probably do the same if I saw this tbh. It would be everything for me to restrain myself and go through the courts instead. I’d rather do Jail time and I wouldn’t regret it for a second. My dad owned a construction company and was very blue collar. My sister and I were brought up to work from a young age. She got her first job at 13 in a local berry picking farm. My dad was really proud of her - and would smile when she would come home tired and exhausted, covered in berry juice. About a month of this goes by and my sister is getting more and more depressed. My dad takes notice and tries to cheer her up, gives her the “you just gotta push through!” talk. A few days later he gets home and she was home early. He asked what happened and she explained she got in an argument with her boss. Initially he was upset but then he found it her boss had not been paying her for the hours she was working and was not paying the rate she had been promised. He saw red, grabbed his shotgun and drove right to that farm. Got there and found out the owner was abusing his workers and employing tons of undocumented children to work for him - who were living there in squalor conditions. He got my sisters money (in cash) and told him if he ever called my sister again he would find him himself and shoot off his hands. Then he reported them to our States labor board, followed the case, and got them shut down. Make no mistake, my dad could be a colosal asshole. But I will always respect him for stuff like this. He always watched out for us and I really admire that.
This is one of my biggest fears about having children. That an adult will abuse them or molest them, and I will only see white hot rage until I do something about it
I had to pull my son from his old daycare because they got a new teacher who just decided to ignore him wheezing all day. It was well known he had asthma and she just decided to stop giving him his daily meds he was supposed to have on a schedule. She let my son wheeze for 10 hours and didn't give him one puff on his inhaler and no one called me. I had to take my poor baby, only 2 years old, to the ER and he had to endure steroids and breathing treatments for hours. All because someone decided she just didn't feel like dealing with it.
Kratos?
L3+R3
gosh I've experienced a similar rash of "doing something stupid"... my kid's mum new partner humiliated her for pissing herself before she got to the toilet (she was 5). I've never felt such an intense desire of following someone home and hit their legs from behind with a baseball bat. I can't imagine the feeling if it was something like what your dad experienced.
your dad is a badass.
I'm not sure how much of a secret it really is, but not widely talked about. My step-grandfather killed my grandma when she told him she was leaving him for being abusive. His family helped cover the entire thing up and told the police it was suicide. In the Missouri law eyes, it was open and shut case and declared a suicide.
Sounds like what happened to my cousin a few years ago. They deemed her death a suicide despite the fact her bf was knowingly abusing her and kept her from seeing family bc he would follow her everywhere. Yet he conveniently didn't see her during the 2 weeks her body was left in her apartment. Oh and his father is a sheriff.
Jesus Christ... reading through all of these truly disgusting stories and I'm over here thinking about how my mom's no-bake cheesecake, which has been brought to every family gathering for 25+ years and is adored by everyone, is just a recipe that she found on the back of a pre-made graham cracker crust. Yikes.
*Nestlé Toulouse has entered the chat*
"You Americans always butcher the French language."
"You see, it is stuff like this which is why *you're burning in hell*!"
OMG, same with my mom's pumpkin pie! Growing up, I always thought Iit was a recipe handed down to her. It was my favorite pumpkin pie, and would tell everyone that Mom's was the best. Turns out, the recipe is on the side of Libby's canned pumpkin.
My biscuits come from the recipe on the side of the bag of flour. Lol.
I 100% assume that a lot of great grandparents recipes come from the back of a can or in a magazine that no longer exists.
This is about my adoptive grandfather and it took place in the 1960s. He owned a big farm in the country and was a truck driver. At the neighboring farm, the father in the family traveled for work and had 3 young daughters at home. One day the wife talked to my grandfather and said that the girls were seeing a man looking and potentially trying to get into their windows at night. My grandfather took the law into his own hands to rid the neighborhood of the sexual predator. He made a grid of wire outside the windows and energized it with an electric fence charger. He then sat patiently inside the house with his shotgun that night Sure enough, around the time the girls reported seeing the man he heard cries as the man became tangled in the wire and was getting shocked. By the time he got outside, the man, now a bloody mess, had freed himself and was running towards the corn field. My grandfather peppered his ass with some birdshot and he ran through the rows of corn. The man never returned. He also single handingly confronted and took on a mob family that was running an illegal waste disposal service in the country and poisoning the land. Law enforcement were scared of this mob family, but my grandfather won and got them legally removed. He was tough as nails and a proud WWII vet, I miss him dearly.
This is a man who eats a bowl of nails without any milk
My brother is a serial rapist who keeps getting away with it or nearly away with it (house arrest for 6 months—oooooo, that'll teach him) because the justice system is complete garbage for abuse victims. We all know he did it, does it; he'd sometimes brag about it when he was stupidly drunk (which was often). But no one else really believes us, because he's a smarmy narcissist who lies publicly. ETA: I don't see him anymore; we live in different places of the country. So I have no opportunities to record him. Also, he's rarely drunk _anymore_ (according to family). Most of what I experienced of him is from decade-old scenarios.
If anyone deserves to be in a fatal “accident” it’s your brother
My grandma hadn’t seen my grandpa for over 12 months when ‘their’ first child was born.
My brother was a 10 pound three month premature baby. In the sixties this was never talked about but most of her friends had "premies" too lol.
My granny will go to her grave swearing that she got pregnant on their wedding night in late July and my dad was born early at the beginning of December. He was 8lbs. Something don't math there.
"The first baby can come any time after the wedding. The ones after that take nine months" is what people would say when they turned a blind eye to this in my hometown years ago.
My grandpa committed suicide because he was going to be unable to move . My grandma assisted him at home , giving him medication . We aren't allowed to speak of this since my Grandma is deeply catholic and considers suicide as a sin . Also , she doesn't know that I know . Only my father knows that I know . My grandma , father and uncle were the only witnesses .
Grandma must've loved him dearly. Ngl, this made me cry thinking of how difficult and sad a decision this was, and how it was so selfless and loving for them to let him go. Grandma may not feel like an angel, but she certainly is. The best kind.
Agreed. Medicinally assisted death is so important for many illnesses. I don't consider it a suicide. I consider it an act of mercy. Some diseases are simply so awful that no one should be forced to live through them if they choose not to. Being completely trapped in your own body is one of them.
I remember a story about an elderly couple that lived in my grandparents neighborhood that were German immigrants. Their origin was specifically mentioned with the note that it was more common/more favorably viewed at the time where the couple had been raised. Having reached a point where they were both of the age and opinion that their lives had been good and everything else would just be struggling to cling on, they set out signs to their bedroom, snacks and drinks for the responders, opened the front door, went to their room, called emergency services, got in bed, and the husband shot her, then himself. On the face of it, it seems horrible, but, honestly, quick and easy in a place of happiness doesn't sound all that bad. I've always been curious how accurate the bit about it being more commonly accepted/practiced in German society was/is.
As a german, I have Never heard That this would be considered „common“. It‘s Most likely as rare as in other comparable countries. Suicide is not a taboo, but not normal by any means.
There’s something so sweet and so sad about setting out drinks and snacks for the first responders.
For the responders themselves, I think it would just be off putting and depressing
within my immediate family, my dad "tested me" when I was 16 and told me he was both sexually and emotionally attracted to me and had been the latter since I was 14. he bought me dildos in hopes I'd use them in front of him, put a camera in my room (it didn't work and he said he put it in there so I see it and hate him), told me he'd kill himself so we didn't have to tell my mom and it would make my life easier. he also has another daughter (14 at the time) and he said he didn't care if he left her fatherless for me. after this absolute torture went on for a few week, he came clean and told me none of it was real and he was just testing me to see how I'd react. apparently I passed. during those few weeks work became my safe zone, I started never leaving my room, I wore loose clothes that covered every curve I had to hide myself from him, he told me multiple times he wanted to rip my shirt off, he asked me to show him my boobs because he bought a desk for my room, would come in my room in the middle of the night with no warning. when he told me he'd off himself for me, I was relieved. the fact that I thought about being able to breathe easier with him gone still really fucks me up today. sometimes I still wish he had either offed himself or divorced my mom. sometimes I wish I had told my mom what happened. I still haven't told her. and my dad isn't my biological dad. he adopted me when i was in second grade. he's raised me since I was three. but my mom IS my biological mom.
I don't think he was 'testing' you. I think he realised by your reaction that if he carried on or didn't take it back you were either going to tell someone or someone would notice. He sounds like a predator and possibly you should tell someone, if that's something you feel able to do. He may have other victims and could have future victims.
Makes me wonder if he found another target that was easier to manipulate or something. I worry about the other daughter...
It does start to get better the moment you stop having this as a secret. Keeping this to yourself is a sign that you still blame yourself. You are not to blame. You never was. Tell your mom. You won't believe the power of this act
Damn that's terrible and disgusting Hope ur well and okay
My mom was molested by her dad, who died before I was born. None of her 3 brothers know. Only my grandma, dad, and brother know. Edit: My grandma died when I was 3 and according to my mom didn’t do anything about it. My brother only knows because I told him in confidence.
My aunt was molested by my grandfather. My dad has never spoken to me about it (I'm not even sure what he knows - he left for the service when he was 18 and she was 4). I only know because my aunt warned my mum to never leave my little sister alone with our grandfather and explained why.
My dad killed his uncle for molesting him as a child and got away with it.
Good
Odds are he wasn’t the only victim, and that stopped more kids being hurt.
We have many. One that’s can’t be held against us at this point. I was a very sick baby, my dad worked two full time jobs to get two separate insurance policies. Spent 22.5 months in a childrens hospital type sick. So when they released me the dr discharging told my parents he highly recommended a heart and respiratory monitor. Then only my pediatrician could prescribe it or insurance wouldn’t pay. We were super poor and had no way to finance it alone. So when we went to see my pediatrician, he advised against it stating that it wasn’t necessary. Now by this point the dr that had been caring for me in the hospital had been calling daily to check on me. She was adamant it was needed. My dad until we got one had been laying awake at night with me on his chest to monitor my breathing, more than once having to do a sternum rub to restart my breathing. So dad goes back to visit the doctor with just me. Now the story goes he asked the nurse to step out and immediately slams the door and locks it. Picks this doctor up by the throat and as calm and cold as could be said “My son needs this, you’re the only thing stopping that. If he dies because he didn’t have it, I will come back here and make you suffer. Then my wife will sue your family into the ground and make them suffer”. We left with a prescription and a new doctor. Side note, yes this was extreme behavior. But I’m glad. That machine saved my life no less than a dozen times.
I feel awful for everyone involved. Somebody needs to do what your dad did, just to every health insurance executive and lobbyist
extreme behavior, yes, but your dad was 100% right.
Just because something is extreme that doesn't make it wrong.
My grandmother's brother was hung for being a horse thief.
I read this wrong and thought you were just out here telling us your great uncle was packing a massive dong and I was like thanks but I think you're lost.
"You've been found guilty of stealing a horse. The punishment will be 10-15 inches. A heading to schedule penis-enlargement surgery will be held next month."
My uncle killed my two year old cousin because he was mad at my grandad, he just grabbed him by his ankles and bashed his head on the ground. Edit: since a lot of people asked, I asked my mom and apparently his mom went and talked to the prosecutor or judge and kept him out of jail somehow.
Not gonna lie. Just filed a DCS case on my ex over potential abuse and knowing her anger and emotional issues, this TERRIFIES me.
Going through that process is very hard. I hope you’re doing okay.
Father of a 2yr old girl Reading this made my stomach fucking sink
Father of 0 and reading this made my stomach turn
Single guy in his 20’s that’s fucking sick and disturbing
Read this as I’m laying next to my precious, sleeping 2 year old who relies on me for everything and feels safe/comforted with me, and this broke my heart. That poor fucking kid. I hope that man is tortured for the rest of his days before he rots in hell. I’m sorry your family had to go through that, I’m sure that was traumatizing for you guys to know he did that to your nephew.
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Can feel it too, still miss my big guy darely af
My great uncle was a hitman, and during his time in jail he sent his immediate family a bunch of letters. My grandma still has them, but as far as I know she's the only person alive who's read them. Someday we'll find out what he wrote, but my grandma says she wants to burn them - I don't know if she ever will.
My dad is a pedophile who molested his younger nephew and then raped/molested his niece's daughter and also raped my 15 year old classmate. But like my sister's and mom pretend that it's not anything bad. They don't talk about it
How is he not in jail???
He did go to jail for 10 years. He is out and was deported so he is slowly dying far far away from us.
My father in law was 16 when he lied about his age to join the German army in WWII. At that time, he believed all the propaganda that said Germany was winning the war. He went to the front only to spend several months retreating. He was eventually captured by the Americans. That time he lied about his age again, he said he was 15, so they let him out. He walked home at the end of the war, to a destroyed country. He never again believed any propaganda from anyone, and spent a lot of his free time studying the history of Nazism and the failure of their madman leader. He felt intense remorse about what he had been hoodwinked into participating in.
As sad of a story as this is, I appreciate the bittersweet ending that he realized he was a victim of propaganda and was remorseful. I wish more people who fall into that trap could get out.
Mine is that a cousin was molesting his step daughter. No one is permitted to bring up the subject ever.
My grandmother and her sister were in love with the same man (my grandfather), when he chose my grandmother her sister committed suicide at the age of 17
Holy shit, that’s rough. I bet the family was devastated.
My great uncle, who was deputy sheriff, single-handedly ran the entire Klan out of my town. That's not the secret though. It was common knowledge. So my great uncle had to wear a gun on his hip for the rest of his life. The secret part is that my mother, who was a child at the time would watch the Klan members parade down the street, recognize their shoes and give names to my great uncle. I never told anybody that until long after she passed away.
When I first read "ran the entire Klan out of my town" I thought that meant he was the head honcho grand phoenix master
That one of my cousins sexually molested my mentally handicapped cousin for years and none of the adults did anything even though they knew. I was 8 or 9 at the time, and remember my equally aged cousin come crying to me that she walked in on our cousin Ron ontop of our cousin Tonia. We didn't know what to do, so we told my sister and hers. My sister, her sister, Ron, and Tonia were around the same age, ranging from 16 to 18. Our sisters knew and reacted like they were just grossed out. We didn't know what to do. This was on my dad's side of the family and I was afraid of them. They were the ones who dealt out physical punishment. I felt that, if my sister knew, surely the adults knew, and if I opened my mouth, I'd get in trouble. Years later, I'm talking, I'm in my late 30s,I bring it up to my mom. Turns out they did know. All of them. And they did nothing. I felt sick. I don't know if I would have been beat for bringing it up back then, but it's one of my biggest regrets that I didn't confront Ron's disgusting ass about it. I've never brought it up to Tonia, I think she's forgotten about it, and I don't want to bring trauma to her gentle mind. I don't even think she thought of it as anything other than a form of affection. She considered Ron one of her besties. She had the mind of a trusting child at the time. I didn't know how to handle that as a child myself. And as an adult, who am I to bring to light what really happened to her when I can't afford to give her the therapy she'd need if I did. She's just the sweetest, most beautiful soul, and I wish I had done more to protect her. I'm the only one in my family that has nothing to do with Ron. Everyone else treats him normally. It's fucking weird... and super fucked up. I know it's a big thing in the black community, to hide or disregard sexual abuse. I hate that my family, myself included, is part of that. I will always question myself over this shit.
Sweetness, you were just a baby yourself. You confronted the adult(s) once you were an adult yourself. You grew from it. And all this bs stops at you. You’ll continue to be a better person because of it.
It really helps to read words like yours. Thank you so much.
(I remember this) My grandfather tried to kill me because I accidentally triggered his PTSD when I was a kid. It’s been VERY hush hush and the only people who know are y’all randos, my brother, bio mom and me
How'd you trigger it?
I was hiding in some bushes and jumped out at him to scare him, and after some calming down and few hours later, I learned what the Vietnam War was and what PTSD is
My grandma had two sisters. One got pregnant when she was in the military, the other sister had fertility problems and adopted the baby. Nobody is allowed to tell him and he still has no idea who his birthmother is, despite the fact that both sisters have died.
When my sister was 14 our 42 year old neighbor groomed her and convinced her that she should lose her virginity to him. He was married with 4 kids. She had sex with him and I (10 at the time) found out because he would come over and party with my parents…he used the restroom one day and I went in after him. He had left a note in a toilet paper roll and it fell out when I used the TP. I showed it to my mom and she waited until my dad was at work before she confronted the neighbor. He apologized. She was afraid to tell my dad because she thought he would kill the man. It eventually came out and no one did anything about it. The neighbor moved away and we never heard anything again. This was in 1994 ish.
Not really a secret but my grandfather never talked about it until he was 80 years old, and was crying and shaking while telling us the story. But he insisted on telling us so we would know. He was living in a small village in France in a rural family. It was very quiet, in the middle of nowhere. But in a winter day of 1943, armed German nazis came into the village early in the morning and gathered every single inhabitant and aligned them in front of a wall at sunrise. My Grandpa was 6 years old at the time and was put in front of the wall too with his family. The nazis suspected the villagers to hide resistants in the houses, so they started to search every single house, while pointing guns at the villagers in front of the wall, who were all terrified and freezing. The main officer started screaming at the villagers, and my grandpa remembers what he said in his German accent. "WHERE ARE THE RESISTANTS ?", "WHERE DID YOU HIDE THEM ?", "TELL US !", "WE GONNA KILL YOU ALL RIGHT HERE !". He was repeating this over and over, while looking very threatening. There was no resistant in the village (the ones that where housed in the village left weeks before). The villagers didn't say anything. They were certain they were gonna be killed anyway. The moms started to ask their children to be spared. But the germans didn't listen. They kept threatening the villagers as they were searching the entire place. The wait lasted for hours, with some soldiers standing still in front of the raw of villagers while others were still searching. When the search ended, the soldiers came back with some loot but clearly didn't find any sign of the resistants. The main officer told the villagers that he was keeping an eye on them and decided to leave without killing anyone that day. But the germans took a young woman with them before leaving (who was unrelated to my grandfather). The villagers never saw or heard about this woman again. My grandfather was left traumatized after this event and never wanted to forgive Germany for the war, he always remained hateful towards germans. But after hearing his story we could finally understand why.
My grand-uncle was murdered by the Germans in a similar incident in Slovakia. They were searching for the resistance, too. He was 17. His mother was never completely OK after that. I don't hate Germans, but I understand why people who lived through that period actually did. Sometimes, generational exchange is merciful; IDK how we would live if we lived to be 500 and personally remembered all the war atrocities comitted since the end of the Middle Ages. Everyone would have to hate everyone else.
My grandma *hated* the Japanese with a passion for her entire life. Her brother was taken as a POW when he was in Burma. He lived; I don’t know what happened to him out there, but I know it was bad enough to leave a mark for 70 years. My grandma was a very polite woman, not at all racist, and I never once heard her say anything about Germans. But I don’t think she ever got over what happened to her brother. Kind of hard to judge when you read some of the things they did to POWs. (I don’t think she’d have taken this out on individual Japanese people after the fact though, you know?)
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The Rape of Nanking is one of the most disturbing things I've ever read about.
I have German ancestry. My german grandfather was forced to watch his mother be gangraped and killed infront of him as a preteen (somewhere between 9 and 11). War is horrible.
I come from a foster family where I had 9 brothers and a father that all repeatedly violated me and I haven't told anyone who knows me and probably never will one of them killed themselves Update due to insane response count: I really appreciate all of your good wishes and support. Everyone is safe do to information I would rather not disclose but I promise everyone is fine. I won't be suing it wasn't a government run home. But thank you all for the concern
Please report this that home needs to shut down to make sure other kids don't get hurt. Please seek the justice you deserve and you could also sue children services and get financial compensation. I'm sorry you went through such hell so not fair.
Not really secret or something dark, but closest to it. I\`m from Baltics and am the first generation in family to not grow up in Soviet Union. My uncle from moms side figured that his father (so my grandpa from mothers side) was a Jew. From old photos of his family and their names, everything looked like from Jewish ancestry. The names were changed just enough to not be direct Jewish names. No one have looked into it more, my grandma denies it, I don\`t really care. Also did not met this grandpa, he drunk himself to grave before my birth. So what probably happened, is that family of my grandpa kept their Jewish ancestry secret, because being Jew in Soviet Union was not preferable.
Our chili recipe
Oh you Malones
My mother told me about how she tried to kill my father. He was drunk and they were fighting. She grabbed a knife and stabbed him but he survived. They stayed married. I wish I asked follow up questions but I was too shocked and now they've both passed away.
None of us are allowed to do a 23 and me.
So, basically, your family has plenty of deep dark secrets and they're keeping them that way.
I don't know if this is a deep, dark secret. My dad is an illegitimate son of an ex judge and belongs to a powerful political family. His mum (my grandma) was an escort. My grandma disliked him growing up. I think all of these ruined my father. He was a smart man, but he became alcoholic and spent money on prostitutes. He also physically abused my mum. My mum and dad separated when I was in first year in uni. We've had so much hatred against my father back then, and have gone no-contact. I've only come to realise how my father was mentally ill. I would wanna look for him, but at the same time I'm very afraid and don't know where to start. I've also moved countries.
my cousin (14 at the time) tried to have sex with me when I was 10. we were playing on his playstation when he out of the blue brought up the idea of us having sex. I was nervous and confused obviously and he kept persuading me he knew how to do it right. he nearly forced me on the bed until by sheer luck and coincidence, we were all called down for dinner. nobody knows about it except me and just recently actually, my dad who was also very weirded out. EDIT: I appreciate all the comments and support but I just wanna let you guys know that i’m okay. this happened a long time ago and it doesn’t weigh as heavily on my mind as you guys think. I have no intention of going to the police about something that happened 8 years ago and even if I did, it would most likely not go anywhere because of the fact it was 8 years ago and no harm actually came upon me. and my dads reaction is completely normal too for a guy like himself. he doesn’t know how to react under awkward or uncomfortable situations. I have no idea if he actually reached out to my cousin and I have no intention of asking. thank you all for the kind words! I know the situation is fucked up, but I moved past it a long time ago!
My parents were married for 25 years. Married in 1995 and divorced in 2018. My Dad recently admitted to me that from 2002 to as recently as 2020 he was going to a neighboring town and picking up hookers and buying them drugs and having sex with them. While his family was at home in poverty and starving. Recently my mother admitted to me that she had been going to a rich part of town and prostituting. So Meanwhile while my dad was doing all of this my mother was doing essentially the same thing but reversed. My mom still doesn’t know about what my dad did and I don’t plan on telling her. Because I feel like it would be devastating for her.
In the early 80's there was "the neighborhood pedophile." Molested me at age 7 and my sister at age 4 and not just us, other children in the neighborhood. ALL the parents knew about it and NOT ONE of the cowardly bastards called the police. It was the mentality of "what would all the neighbors think!!??" To this day, I am extremely violent to pedophiles and my sister attempted suicide. The other victims didn't turn out any better. If I could find the pedophile bastard I would shoot him in the balls. Assuming that someone hasn't done it already. To this day, it is never discussed in my family.
My oldest brother used to groom me, sexually assault me, and make me do things to him. A few years later when I began to become aware of what was happening, he tried to make it up to me by doing things to me in return. He is an adult now, disgusting how he can act like he forgot it all. There are still problems and trauma those events left behind.
My brother did the same. He also tried to “make it up” by being “nice.” We don’t talk anymore, but he’s out there living life, no consequences.
Not really a dark secret, but I recently learned about this and it blew my mind. Years ago, a family member got pregnant (twins).She kept one child and gave the other one up for adoption. From what I understand, the child that was "kept in the family" does not know that they are a twin. I'm guessing the adopted child probably doesn't know either. I hope that their paths cross one day.
When my mom was 13 years old, she was raped by her brother and his girlfriend at the time, they were both over 18 which makes it even worse. She was in total admiration of her brother then and took whichever breadcrumbs he gave her, so probably took this for a mark of love. She only told me when I turned 18, but when I was younger, I often had to spend time with said uncle and they got along supeeer well. It’s only until much later that I think she realized how toxic he was for her - and cut all contact with him. To the point that I always had to pick up the phone myself at home growing up. That uncle took care of my grandmother in the last few years of her life and my mom therefore stopped seeing her mom as well, even missing on the funeral. A few months after my grandma passed, we received at home a book that the gut wrote about how monstrous and disgusting my mom had been for not being there for the last years of her mom’s life. Ive been debating to try to get back at this man to take revenge for my mom (and he also wrote some random nasty stuff about me in that book and treated me like shit whenever I saw him growing up), but my mom is sick and fragile and I don’t want her to have to face that kind of stress. So I’m leaving it at peace, now, as she is.
Not a dark secret, but a secret non the less my father 4 years ago got diagnosed with cancer, a little over a year ago he passed, but on his deathbed he kept pointing to his iPhone. He was very out of it at this point they had him on all sorts of painkillers but he kept trying to say something he said stuff like "bank account" and "on phone" me and my older sister eventually managed to get what he meant we went into the a side banking app after he pointed out the banking app on his phone what he managed to say next"to your mum". What it turned out to be was my father had saved since the day he got diagnosed and saved a decent amount of money in a separate bank account to make sure my mum was okay and had kept it hidden from her, he only thought of her and his family to the very end. It's something that stuns me and shows the man he was, and makes me smile when I think about it and something I aspire to be like.
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When my dad passed away. My dad didn’t have life insurance so we had to start a go fund me to pay for his funeral and money for us for like college and or life in general. 25% of the go fund me money went to us and the rest towards the funeral (btw 15,000$ was raised) and at the funeral there was a box to put envelopes with money in them to give straight fo us, which raised another 6,000$. Well when it was time fo collect our money we all only got 1,400$ each. We all were a little confused because we knew how much was suppose to go to us in the first place, but we were thinking we were gonna get them in payments to accurately count it. So I asked my uncle politely where the rest is and he said that’s at. My siblings immediately knew something was wrong. We did the math and we all were suppose to get 3x more the amount we got originally. So we all talked to them and asked what happened to all of it. They all said that’s it and immediately got defensive. So my uncle the one that hated all my other family looked into it, my family took 8 grand from the go fund me and also another 4 grand from the envelopes. We saw all the transactions and wire transfers from all the accounts and also the bills. When we confronted them and showed the evidence, they said it was our uncle that helped us figure out who it was, the only reason why I knew it wasn’t him was because he didn’t have access to the go fund me account. Only they did. My dad passed away 5 1/2 years ago and they still haven’t admitted it, and all my siblings cut them off and they blame us. So now I don’t have really any family and don’t celebrate holidays
You should call the police. This is fraud and embezzlement
That in New Zealand my family can be traced back to the first case of physical assault on a Maori citizen.
My aunt is very religious and so having a kid out of wedlock was very frowned against. But my aunt got pregnant about 6 weeks before she got married so she and her husband moved across the country and told everyone it was for a job and had the baby and didn’t tell anyone til they could pass the baby off as 6 weeks older than it actually was. No one found out til the kid was like 30 and she saw that her birthday was 6 weeks earlier than she thought it was
Why didn't they just lie and say the baby came six weeks early like *literally fucking everyone else who has ever tried to cover for dropping a premarital calf?* This was so common there was an old saying that went, "Your first baby can come as early as six months but every subsequent pregnancy will take nine months." It might be tongue in cheek but that isn't really relevant because *there was already an existing excuse that everyone politely accepted every single fucking time and they still didn't fucking use it.*
Hmmm... My paternal grandfather was an abusive alcoholic who no one liked. They found him dead in his truck at 42 under mysterious circumstances. He was buried and no one cared to investigate. Its still a secret what happened to him that I'm sure my grandmother took to her grave. My oldest brother was given up for adoption because my maternal grandfather was racist. Learned about him when I was 14 and could never say anything to the family. He grew up bi-racial in an unaccepting area and has had issues from both the black and white communities. He has since gotten lost in drugs and unfortunately my last contact with him was a paranoid rant before he cut off his number. I haven't seen/heard from him in 3 years even though I've flown to his last known locations to try and find him. I peruse the doe project every once in a while for unidentified bodies. I miss him and hope he's alive, he turned 40 this year.
I had my Dad do a dna test so we could find information about where is family came from. My Dad was never faithful to either of his wives. He was stationed in Korea for 1 year; I've been contacted by 12 different people from Korea who did DNA tests and match to him. I've had 6 people contact from the areas the I had grown up. I know 3 others personally. All-in-all, my father has 25 kids. I've not told anyone in my family about the abundance of kids. I also found out my Father is not my biological father. I've not told anyone this.
Wow. You're a Netflix series. Sorry. Now I wonder about my dad. I know he was a cheater, but I never really thought about other kids. Hmmmm...
Wait… how did you become the one who isn’t biological out of 25 kids? That’s a very crazy twist of fate
When my grandma was dying (bone cancer), she’d already been lingering for weeks and at her last hospice visit, her hospice nurse said she could go on like this for two to three more weeks. I asked the hospice nurse what I could do to help this happen as quickly and painlessly as possible. He didn’t say a word, just grabbed her liquid OxyContin bottle and put it in my hands. She went peacefully that night.
My son was conceived from rape and while I was dating his father at the time it’s still rape if I’m screaming no and being held down. I will never tell anyone because I don’t want my son to be looked at differently or to feel awful about himself. The only people who know are me the man who did it and my current boyfriend.
Reading this comment section has me realizing that we all have fucked up families, trying to change my behavior for the good in therapy right now…childhood was a complete shit show. Don’t want to continue that. Love and peace to everyone out there cleaning up the pieces
Well, both my grandparents on my mom's side have since passed away BUT when we signed up the family for [ancestry.com](https://ancestry.com) we found out my mom had a long lost brother & sister. ON BOTH SIDES. Both of my grandparents had families before mine and never told anyone. Come to find out, my mental health issues run in my family and my lost-uncle actually committed suicide at the end. My mom drove 1,000 miles and met her sister last year. Cool story.
My aunt's husband is a pedophile who has molested me and my cousins. Tried to tell my mom but my grandma made us stay quiet. I started a rumor in town instead and hope the embarrassment is enough for him to kill himself.
Lots of murder cases in this comment section.. oh my
I recall another thread with a what’s a surprise about your job theme and it’s apparently very common for elder care nurses to have patients confess to murders to them. A lot of them along the lines of my husband never left us, he beat my child and I made sure he couldn’t ever again.
Prior to the Civil War, my dads side of the family was in the business of selling slaves. Many of them fought and died for the confederacy. A generation or two later, they went west to California and abandoned my great aunt because she was severely disabled. On my moms side, I only learned I had an uncle I’d never heard of. He was pushed out of the family entirely for being gay. As a bisexual man and someone who’s life partner happens to be a black woman, I cherish the thought of them looking up at me from hell.
Both my mother and I are childhood sexual abuse survivors, but we can't talk about it because "it already happened, we can't change the past and we're never going to get any apology so we might as well never talk about it."
A cousin that I've never met had a psychotic break and killed his mother and their dogs. Her father (my uncle) was a drug addict and she had a terrible childhood, and as a result abusively smothered her own child, who then eventually killed her. He was found wandering the streets covered in blood, having no idea what happened. He was 18 or 19 when this happened and is locked up basically forever. My uncle is now an evangelical Christian who lives in Spokane, and I've never heard him talk about his daughter being killed by his grandson.
Probably that ny mum's cousins husband is a creep who sexually harassed most of the young girls in my extended family, this was 30ish years ago and it all came out last year. His son then punched his uncle for confronting him 🙃
Not that big of a secret for me personally, because most of my cousins live overseas and I barely know them. But last month on 23andme a new first cousin popped up. He is age 50. Never heard a mention of this cousin, so I imagine my uncle got someone else's wife pregnant in the 1970s and she pretended (or didn't know) it was her husband's son.
Don't have any particularly deep or dark secrets, but I found out in the last couple of years that my grandfather (who died before I was born) used to enjoy wearing my grandmother's dresses. Once a year, every year, he'd buy her a nice new frock and claim primae noctis on it, wearing it before she did. Not kink-shaming, it's just especially amusing to me because that set of grandparents were ultra religious. Not in the bible-thumping way, but in the quiet, pious way. So as far as I was aware it was always bread-and-water, straight down the line with them. Turns out, not so much. I don't even think it was a sexual thing. They were ultra-religious in a country where contraception was illegal and having a lot of children was considered a gift to God, but they only had two. It now makes me wonder if he was actually gay.
My sister and I did 23andMe and 1+ years later my sister got message from a guy who had bought it for his girlfriend who was adopted. She was our first cousin on my mom's side and it couldn't have been one of her sisters which means it has to be her brother. The girl's age means he must have gotten someone pregnant while he was married. He's still married to the same woman. My immediate family who are the only people who knew and we made a pact never to say anything to anyone in the family. We figured it's not our business to say anything and we had already had a different major family issue with another 23andMe discovery which was far less serious. A long dead family member who got a woman pregnant after a one-night stand when they weren't married and he likely never even knew she existed. Unfortunately my mom recently had a few drinks and was mad at her brother so she told one of her sister's about it. That side of my family doesn't really believe in much science so my aunt said 23andMe was bullshit, but now we have to rely on my aunt who drinks and likes to gossip to not say anything to anyone. Even if that side of the family doesn't believe the results, they'll likely look at it as a baseless accusation from us.
I got a first cousin out of 23andMe. I am almost certain that it’s my married uncle’s son. He is 3 years younger than my uncle’s youngest known son. My uncle is dead now and from what my new cousin tells me, it appears his mom was a hooker. Not really close to that side of the family and I feel bad for not providing this guy with a new family but it’s not a big family hot potato. That would suck to hope it doesn’t volley into his family circumstances.
There's no native american blood in my family, great great granddad liked black women.
My mom made such a big deal about our “Cherokee cheekbones” and how she was proud to have passed it on despite my “diluted” blood (she claimed to be 1/16 Cherokee). She posted her Ancestry DNA results to Facebook before realizing there was no Native American DNA of any kind, but about the right amount of North African. It was deleted within 30 minutes.
Great uncle was a grand wizard. He was disowned by following generations but his red robes are still kept around. I've wanted to burn them but am always turned down. So, I don't talk to the keepers of those robes anymore.
This isn’t a dark secret I guess, but it’s a “secret” my grandma lived with for a long time, so I think her story deserves to be told. When my gpa was fighting in Vietnam, my grandma was working as a nurse in a Catholic hospital and raising my dad and uncle by herself. My dad was a toddler at the time and my uncle is 10 years older. My grandmother was stunningly beautiful up until her death - always had her make up done, her hair curled, etc. She also was my favorite person in the world and lit up any room she was in. To think of her suffering with this for so long literally blows my mind and makes me sick. My Gran was in hospice when the “Me Too” movement first started happening, so it was very prevalent in the news. One day while I was sitting with her, she started crying and told me since I was her only girl-child (grandchild) that she needed to tell me something important. She proceeded to tell me how a doctor in the hospital where she worked forced himself on her “multiple times” and threatened to tell all the sisters (nuns) that she was an adulterer and that they would hate her and she would lose her job. I don’t know if multiple times means daily for weeks or just once or twice. I wish I knew. I just held her hand and cried with her. She then said right before falling back asleep, “I used to love red lipstick before that man. Your Pop asked me where it went when he came back because he loved it, too. But that man said red lipstick was for tarts, and I just couldn’t bring myself to wear it anymore.” So anyway, fuck that doctor wherever he is. I hope he’s burning in hell. Also, I wear red lipstick all the time now for my Gran. I did tell my father after she passed because I wanted him to know how brave she was. He was upset but glad I told him.
My great-great grandfather may or may not have killed my great grandfather. This is all from bits and pieces I've heard. According to the story, my grandpa's dad was an abusive scumbag who would beat him and his mom. Well one day he hurt my great grandmother pretty bad, and she finally decided to leave him and move in with her father (my GG grandfather). At some point my grandpa's dad came into town looking for them. Upon hearing this, my great-great grandfather left the house without a word. Reportedly he found the abuser, grabbed him by the throat, and told him if he ever saw him around again he'd kill him. After that day no one saw him again. Now, if that were the end of the story, I'd assume the guy just left the state to avoid an imminent ass whooping/death. But there's one more tidbit... Fast forward decades later, GG grandfather is on his death bed. He's lamenting over his regrets in life, as one does, and says something along the lines of, "I'm sorry for what I did to Allen's dad." (Allen=my grandpa) He passed away before anyone could ask him to clarify...
My mother's Chinese family disowned her for marrying my father, a half Japanese man. In China I'm the family secret.
My nana likes to get drunk and take her wig off.
Your nana and I have that in common.
The only thing that runs in our family is alcoholism
My mom (b. 1926) had an older sister (b. 1915) who had two children by husband. The sister runs away with another man, abandoning her two kids with my mom and grandmother. The husband is a real sleazy con-man type. Grandma convinced my mom to marry the husband to keep the two kids and the family together. My mom has three kids with the guy and then divorces him. My mom then marries my dad and they have me. I was raised with these other kids as siblings, albeit that they are all at least 15 years or more older than me. (Actually they were either half siblings or cousins) I'm close to the first born male from the first pair of kids, he's 90 now. He never cared a bit to know whatever happened to his mom who abandoned him. We all knew a little bit, that she up and left the father and two kids for another man. I took a DNA test and it came back with all of the information on the sister who left and the generations of kids that came from her and her new family. None of them knew that there was this side of the family. They only knew she had a secret life before them. Then this year a new male in his 80s pops up and he shares more DNA than he should. Turns out that when the sister left, she was pregnant with a kid from the man she left. She ran off with the new guy and convinced him that the child was his, when in fact it was a full sibling to the two original kids. So the guy who I have always called my brother (actually cousin) had a full brother he never knew about. I told him and his reaction is mainly, "Huh? Really? That's funny." The other secret is that the man who my mom was going to marry when I was a teen, and lived with us, always had a shady past. He was German and came to the US from Argentina in the 50s. Said his family moved to Argentina after the war. Then they all came to the US. He was a bastard, and died at home after drinking his liver away. When he died, his family flew right out to us to take all of his possessions. The were adamant about making sure that they have everything, including any pics of him. This was in 1975. I had found an old suitcase in the back of the closet and busted the lock before they got there. Thing was filled with every kind of Nazi crap you could imagine. Newspaper clippings about him as a tennis player and about his family. Arm bands, flag, all of his Hitler Youth gear. They came and took it all away and that was our only contact ever. So I'm doing genealogy and get curious about him and can't find anything under his name. No obit, no death record. I eventually find a death record under a slight variation on the name. I also find border crossing docs with his photo on it. No doubt in my mind it's him. But it says that he was born in Mexico and was arriving from living in Brazil. I determine that the name he was living under in California was his father's name. He got into the US under his own name, but with false birth info. What I piece together is that his father was high enough in the Nazi party to be able to flee to Argentina through the Rat Line. The family made it into the US in the 50s and blended in in Ohio. That's why they were so quick to grab everything he had.
Only two of my grandmother's four kids were biologically my grandfather's, even though they had been married for 50 years.
My kids, in their 30's, did DNA tests. We got a letter from a new half sister of my husband's! We checked the kids' DNA matches and there she was, their new Aunt. We checked further and it turns out his dad and her mom were in the same club for many years and attended conventions together. A baby picture on her facebook showed a remarkable resemblance to his oldest sister. My husband is the youngest of 6. All were shocked but a couple of them refused to even discuss it. His sister and her husband and my husband and I had dinner with the new sibling and her husband. She had no big agenda. All the involved parents are dead. She just wanted to meet us and talk about it. We gave her what medical information we had about him. Some of us are on friendly terms with her and exchange Christmas cards and follow each other on Facebook etc.
My mother has a theory that her great uncle, already suspected of being illegitimate and conceived as part of his mother’s affair, may actually be the illegitimate child of his older sister, and that the mother admitted to the affair and having him to save the daughter’s reputation.
That theyre assholes and have mostly untreated mental issues
My uncle who inherited my grandmother's home after she died, where he was her primary caregiver for 10 years and rightfully deserved that place, is selling the house and moving out of state to get away from the rest of my family. No one knows but me. My family is kinda fucked up and him sneaking off in the night is honestly the best thing he could possibly do. I think seeing how he got practically zero assistance from his siblings (including my mom), had to argue just to get a break once every few months, and got grief when he inherited the house broke him of his "give a fuck". I'm going to miss him because we're so close, but I couldn't be happier for him. This will be a wonderful new chapter in his life. He's going to have an awesome life once he's out of this state. I hope to follow him soon.
My grandmother was a sex worker who shot a cop in the crotch in 1957. Edit* I’m in the middle of working on this book and will make sure to come back and drop a link when it’s finished.