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[Guest]

@Anthracite_Impreza It's okay.  

 

I also used to hide what I was watching on TV. I used to listen to the TV in my bedroom downstairs with the volume down very low. I didn't want my parents finding out that I was watching... programs on dysfunctional families. Yep. That's it... 

[Anthracite_Impreza]

11 minutes ago, Just Dani said:

I didn't want my parents finding out that I was watching... programs on dysfunctional families

Hardcore  

[StormySky]

My mom is sneaky and has eagle eyes. Though mostly I'm guilty of lots of sneaking candy to my room.

 

Also, this website. (she knows I'm A and respects that but she wouldn't approve of having an account on a website)

Also, the times when I'm supposed to be doing homework during my off hours but my friends and I are geeking out about fantasy books

 

I may not "sneak out and make bad decisions" in the traditional teenage sense, but I sometimes go outside in the middle of the night to drink tea and look at the stars. It's funny since nobody knows how night owly I can be (I try to go to bed early but the dark always makes me energized! Or does the sun drain me?)

I've hidden a few injuries too. Not that my parents would've done anything, but I'd have been yelled at for being stupid enough to smack my head or twist an ankle in a crash.

[Guest Deus Ex Infinity]

Being gay and the first crush on my very best friend. 

[Rosendust]

I guess beyond the gender & Sexuality stuff, it's I maybe getting a tattoo soon. 

[Muledeer]

smoking, drinking, drugs and porn.  I grew up Mormon.

[SorryNotSorry]

A lot of things, because my mother was a sadist at heart who liked to periodically raid my room before I was about 12, just so she could indiscriminately throw my things away and enjoy my wailing after I'd come home and find my stuff missing.

 

But I'd have to say it was my collection of cigarette ads which I ripped from discarded magazines. To me, they were soft porn—all those lovely female models in tasteful outfits, proudly showing off their cancer sticks! Thank God she NEVER found those, because some of those ads are collectors' items today.

[Gloomy]

A few other things I hid from my mom and her SO were that when I was at my dad’s house he let me cuss, watch some of the shows/movies my mom didn’t let me watch, and sometimes drink alcohol. As you can probably see my dad was the more lenient parent lol.

 

And there was also the things I wrote about my crush at the time that I kept hidden from them.

 

I think my mom probably would have shit a brick if she found out I went to my crush’s house and was alone in his room with him(we didn’t do anything, but still).

[SorryNotSorry]

I have to wonder: how would our mothers react if we'd managed to save something until the present, after their repeated attempts to throw it out? My understanding is that mothers have an innate inability to understand that comic books can increase in value.

[Rhaenys]

Report cards.

Makeup.

Books.

Significant Others.

[Grumpy Alien]

I’m not really sure how to answer this. I didn’t “have” to hide anything from my mom and my father didn’t raise me. My mom’s family, my grandmother and aunt, helped raise me and they were... warped. There were no secrets. Nothing. I felt like I had to hide things but I never managed. I wasn’t allowed to be alone in a room unless it was bedtime and I was in my bedroom and I couldn’t have any door except the bathroom door shut. So I figured out the best way to get any time alone was to be in the bathroom. I would lock the door and read a book in there. I’d keep the book behind old cleaning supplies or a tampon box under the sink. After a while, my aunt would try to come in but I’d claim I was constipated. 😂 No lie. It would earn me about 30 minutes alone to read until my aunt came back insisting she needed something from the bathroom immediately. They definitely didn’t believe me but I don’t think they suspected what I was hiding was just regular books. (Harry Potter, Jane Austen, the latest young adult novel, The Diary of Anne Frank... just whatever I was reading that day.)

[Spotastic]

My dad was a very controlling Catholic. He was also a serious hypocrite. Despite the language that would come out of his own mouth, I couldn't watch, listen to, or play any games with explicit language. Even after I turned 18 and was still living with him. I could watch all the violence that was out there, but sexual situations were out, which is hilarious now. There weren't really many things I felt the need to hide, but even as a kid I hated censorship in all its forms.

[Goonie]

mostly what I watched when I had my own TV

[Member131995]

Any music I listened to (radio, tv and any other media was highly regulated in our household), my writings and the fact that I cried myself to sleep regularly.

[Emrys Livane]

The time I was technically an accomplice to the breaking of a school window ( i didn't actually do it but was at tje wrong place at the wrong time) and ran from cops looking for the perpetrators in a helicopter....I did eventually tell them....years later, lol. Also I hid the loss of my v card from my father for a few months, I had told my mom but asked her not to tell my dad because I thought he would kill the guy and ask questions later....he didn't, lol

[ColeHW34]

I also hide my urge to study abroad or live abroad  from them.

[Stevo_unbelievo]

When I was 12 I stole weed from my parents and hid it in my room. Also hid porn, and the fact that I loved the cartoon southpark at a young age. And skipping school in highschool was a thing I hid and never got caught but once.

[.diva plavalaguna.]

-FOOD. I was either hiding food I didn't want to eat or food I wanted to eat way too badly.

-My diary. When I was younger I was...really weirdly interested in drawings of women. So I drew weird things. My brother found one of the drawings and showed it to my parents and that was extremely awkward. I've mostly erased it from memory but yeah....weird.

-Skipping class in high school. For a boy, no less. (No, he wasn't worth it)

-Cheating on tests. By the time I got to senior year, I just had no fucks left to give. 

-Missed/incomplete assignments. It was more of an issue in middle school. I had trouble adjusting to the honors program and would let shit pass by frequently. Eventually, as I got "smarter," I just half-assed things or left them til the last minute and did alright (straight As, honor roll, etc)

-My online chat room buddies. I still don't know who knlscrazy4cows really is. 

-I was a klepto. 

 

And someone touched on it, but I never told them about all my issues with bullying, feeling lonely, and all that jazz. It was terrible in middle school. I never said I was seeing the counselor. I did eventually open up about some of that stuff, but it hasn't really helped, so I guess I was right to not do that as a kid. 

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