46. My stepdad is a rapist
“Stepdad raped two girls when he was in high school. Edit for explanation, probably should elaborate: so my stepdad is a douchebag. As in, he’s pretty overzealous with the belt or his fists and it’s even worse when he’s drunk. One time though, he was really hammered and I was changing the day after a party and he walked in and saw a hickey on my neck. He was already pissed at me because he always is (like dinner not good enough, grades slacking, not playing well in sports, etc) but for some reason hickey = evil and he went apeshit. He pushed me on the floor and took off his belt and I thought “here we go again” but then he tugged at his pants I was was like “what the fuck” and got up and pushed him away. He was like “Ive done this twice, ill do it again” and I was like “what?” and he slurred “gotten with a high-schooler that didn’t want my dick.” then he passed out on the floor. I was completely dumbfounded and just dragged him to his room and went back into my room and locked the door and was just thinking what the fuck… I mean his usual shit sucks a lot but it’s nothing I can’t handle but that’s a whole other level of shit. Now I have this info on him, not sure what to do with it. I looked him up and he’s never been arrested, so there’s two poor girls who were assaulted by the monstrosity that is my stepfather and never got justice. I know it’s been way too many years for anything it happen but it’s still really, really shitty.”
47. My father is not really my father
“I’m almost 100% confident that my father is not my biological father. They hung the birth certificates of my two younger brothers, not mine. I asked about it, parents said that they let somebody borrow it & they “never got it back.” I was digging through old things & found a letter written to me for my first birthday. I can’t remember word for word what it said, but it was effectively ‘I’m proud to be your father and will always love you’. But it was signed “Nick”. I do not know a single adult Nick in my whole life. My uncle on my dad’s side looks a hell of a lot like me. That’s probably paranoia though. His name is not Nick. The aforementioned uncle killed a guy. Got into a fight with someone in college, beat the shit out of him and the guy died. My grandfather is a lawyer and somehow got him out of it; uncle is now a minister. I was molested by my dad when I was younger, and both of us act like it never happened. Now, he touches me whenever he “says goodnight” to me.”
48. My stepbrother is severely fucked-up
“I have a stepbrother who is the bad sheep in our family. It’s a sad story as a whole, it starts with him as a baby, his real mother a prostitute who would feed him pain medication in his bottled so he would sleep while she made her living downstairs. My mum and his dad got together when I was about 2, he would often steal things, then it built up to breaking into places after hours, destroying property and setting fires. He is 4 years older than me, when I turned 7 he started molesting me and I just didn’t know how to deal with it, it went on until I was 13. He started getting violent and taking speed when he was 13 so he scared me a lot and I never told a soul until he moved out. My grandparents know but they never talk about it. He killed a neighbor’s cat and buried it in our front yard and then eventually he was living on the streets and he was raped so he took so many drugs that he was hospitalized and then diagnosed with schizophrenia after he said the devil spoke to him and told him to hurt people. The one instance that makes me sick is my grandmother saying she remembers him being at her place and he made her tea and then she got really tired and all she remembers is him laying on top of her, she’s never spoken of that again, I doubt she ever will and I’m the only one who knows. He now is on heavy medication and is practically like a child under constant supervision in hospital.”
49. Nearly everyone on my mum’s side of the family has been sexually abused
“Practically every female on my Mum’s side of the family was sexually abused including my Mum and Sister. My Mum was abused by her Dad, my sister was abused by Mum’s side cousin (oldest male), My Mum’s side cousin (second oldest male) raped the youngest male cousin, who abused his niece. The messed up part was when I was around 13-14 just before the majority of this started to collapse in on itself I used to go and stay at their house because they lived in the city near 2 of my favorite skate parks so I would stay for weeks on end just going and skating every day. Then one day my Mum invited the some of them down, shit got real depressing real fast and everything came out. That shit was seriously fucked up.”
50. My entire family has a toxic legacy
“This is actually a story about several family members, and I have decided that I would never divulge this to anyone—not even my SO, I don’t care if we got married. Something about this toxic legacy makes me feel like I myself am tainted by this bullshit so I like to hide this family secret in some really deep dusty old memory bin. My mom was raped when she was 14 and gave birth to a son. The father of the kid was alleged to be some random guy in her hometown and he was disgraced after the kid’s birth. My mom gave the kid up for adoption, and he was taken care of by close relatives—my grandpa would become his legal guardian. This is in the deep South and abortion was wrong—no exceptions. Of course, that’s not the only stereotypical Southern trope you’ll find rings true in this story but we’ll get there. The kid grows up, and he’s kind of fucked up. He’s a huge troublemaker and just can’t stay on the straight and narrow. My mom never really wanted anything to do with him, and we all knew he was aware of this. More thank likely it contributed to his behavior issues. I was a little kid when I met him, and he was much older by about 10 years. He didn’t like me, and I didn’t like him. My mom died and that was the last I heard of him. We all moved on and I lived with my dad following her death. I always wondered why my mom hated the kid so much. One day, I was getting wasted with a cousin of mine and she started talking about an uncle I’d never met who lived in fucking Seattle, WA. He moved really far away to be away from his family and I simply never knew him. Well, my cousin was really drunk and she looked me in the eye and said ‘It’s time you knew something.’ She pulled out two photos, one of the uncle I didn’t know and one of my older half-brother, the kid my mom hated. They looked exactly the fucking same. Yep, turns out the guy who raped my mom at 14 and got her pregnant wasn’t the poor sap riding around town. It was my fucking uncle, my mom’s older brother. If you’re wondering how my mom died, well she killed herself. After learning that, its not hard to imagine why.” 