The true bare me here today as I have had a bad couple of days. Seems like a good time to do this particular exercise.

I am a thief: Only from stores now but I have stolen from family and friends. Not a klepto just an opportunist. I got busted for it once, many years ago, but I may still occasionally pilfer something that catches my interest.

I am a bad influence: I have turned people against their better judgment, sometimes with disastrous results.

I have lied, cheated, drank myself stupid, done plenty of drugs, had sex with strangers and the unfaithful, used brutal honesty to hurt and been apathetic to to those in need.

The worst thing I've done in the past was to miss/dismiss the signs of abuse suffered by my son at the hands of an addict. Luckily it was neither severe nor long termed.

The worst thing I've done recently is to let my damaged psyche spill out upon my baby boy. I am so mean to him. I watch myself shouting, hear the vile words that spew from my mouth, see my hands shake with the urge to strike and still I cannot, in that moment, realize the harm that I am doing to him. It is only after I have walked away and re-caged the demon that I can look at him and see..see the fear..he is afraid of momma..afraid of the ugly beast I become with rage. I don't want to hurt my child. I don't know what to do...

Very well said way of puttin it.

For me, well I've pretty much done it all. Do not want to go into detail, but whatever evil one could concieve in their mind I've done it or participated in it. Not proud of it at all, but alot of things I have to stop myself from reflecting on when they pop in my melon.

when i was little, you weren't allowed to make a noise in the house ever, or my mother whipped us with the horse whips--and those bloody things, the plastic crop, and the lounge, they left nasty welts, especially the lounge whip, because it wrapped right around your entire body... anyway.. in the middle of the night, i had to go pee so bad, but i knew i'd get whipped if i got up and went to the bathroom, so i squatted at the end of my bed and let go. i lied and said the cat did it.

The worst thing i ever did was a one night stand that helped destroy a marriage. I am horribly ashamed of it.

i hit my best friend with a tennis racket

When I was about 5 yrs old I hid the BELT and I found out that there were 2 belts. You can guess how I found out.

Void

Yeah, we had two leather dog leads.

I know this sounds pretty pansy, but besides dabbling in drugs in college, sleeping with a good friend and breaking his heart (for this I will always feel bad)..........I've really had good character.

I've really only done horrible things to myself...........besides having bums living with me, me taking care of them and breaking from the stress..........then the rages. But this is a trigger for me, bums. Really, they had horrible character, were using me, and I, sooner or later, had to rage........the pain and adrenaline in my system too much to bear.
Allowing people in my life in order to hurt me.........I can see it now. I've hurt me more than anyone else.

we used to steal gas from a family pump late at night. my son's biopop was a thief and his mother a drug dealer, so it was the norm--and it was his family biz, after all. my parents were anti-establishment and didn't really care. my mother and grandmother used to steal from the kids. once i stopped seeing my mother this past year, she stopped stealing--no access! i stole a lot of drugs and booze too (by skimming), over the years.

When I was about 8 or 9 I stole some coloured pencils from the class I was in at school and I got caught. My family was poor, my older sister always got the new pencils I got the stubs, so those nice long school pencils looked enticing.
Later when I was in my thirties I had a real problem with shoplifting, stupid crap that I could of bought anytime, more often than not stuff I didn't need or really want, it was just the thrill of getting away with it. Eventually I came so close to getting caught, my hubby was with me, he had no idea what I'd been up to for so long, I felt so bad, I've never done it again, that was about 10 years ago.
One of my worst things was when I was a young Mum, my frist son was 18 months old, my daughter born prematurely was a crier, she screamed and screamed, I was at my wits end and very young, my son wanted attention, my daughter was crying again and I picked up my son and threw him onto my bed and yelled at him. I've never hit any of my kids, that day I came so close to loosing it with him, I made a decission then and there that I'd never be the kind of parent mine were.
My biggest fear is that my warped sense of life may have indirectly rubbed off onto my kids. It's only recently by going to see a psychologist that I've discovered not all parents worry obsessively about there kids like I do, I thought I was normal! I just hope I haven't damaged them.