I'm not sure I have any real secrets, and nothing really scandalous, just things I wouldn't really bring up unless asked directly. That being said, I guess I have a few things I could share.

I had major bowel problems as a kid due to not being trained at all, and had severe constipation and shit myself fairly often up until probably early middle school. I ended up in the hospital at one point because of it, and spent quite a long time there, probably a few months, including one of my birthdays there. It played a pretty huge part in my self-esteem issues, obviously.

My mom spent several years of my childhood in the hospital dealing with cancer, to the point that doctors said she wasn't going to make it. My current step-father, who she had met just a little while before that, was able to give us the financial stability to get her to a hospital that knew what they were doing, and how to help her, so she's still alive.

Although she wasn't going to die because of her leukemia, she had to take tons of medication for years, and at some point during middle school she drove off and tried to kill herself with sleeping pills. We managed to find her in time and got her to the hospital. After that they found what medication was causing the severe moods and she stopped taking them. She's alright now, just got through fighting breast cancer. It's all left her pretty forgetful, among other things, but she's still here, and I'm forever grateful for that.

I was diagnosed a few years ago with Schizoid Personality Disorder maybe two years ago, but because of the broken state of mind I was in at the time, I've since blown it off as a misdiagnosis. This might be the least secretive of the four, but feels significant enough of a point to mention, as it's likely not something I'd bring up in person.

I've also been finding myself, particularly recently, over the idea of suicide. I've more or less come to the conclusion that if left alone, I know I will inevitably kill myself. But that's the big thing, that I refuse to do so knowing it would devastate my parents. It's kinda funny, I have a pretty good life, and just about anything I could need or ask for, despite ruining almost every opportunity I've ever had due to incompetence, but can't find the will to live life, nor can I find it in me to end it with my current situation. I guess I'm just floating by waiting for the perfect moment to walk out the backdoor unnoticed. This is probably more of a secret thought, but I honestly just took this as an excuse to type things. Thanks, sorry, whatever.

Same question to you if you want, I'm done now.