Today I Fucked Up

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/LeatherRole2297 on 2025-05-28 04:17:25+00:00.

Reading another post reminded me of this, one of the most painful moments of my life:

Like many, I typically need to clear my bowels at some point in the morning. This routine is welcome, and I think that most of us would, if capable, choose to have a fairly consistent toilet time. There are many benefits and pieces of information to be gained, such as proof that your diet is good, BMs looking healthy, etc. But also, like all men I really enjoyed a nice healthy dump. The bigger and prouder, the better. Throughout my 20s and early 30s, a good bracing morning dump was the routine.

After having kids in my mid thirties, I was introduced to a fair bit of sleep disruptions. We had three kids close together, and while I didn’t lose nearly as much sleep as my poor wife, I tried to be reliable with getting up at night to change babies and bottle feed them. In addition to being massively tired at work, my entire body rhythm was somewhat disrupted.

And so it was, on that fateful day, that my morning necessaries visited me once I was at work rather than at home. No bother- great bathroom in at the office, even though it isn’t the comfort of my own home, it’ll do nicely. So there I went to visit the lavatory, weakened by weeks or months of sleep deprivation. I could tell, this was a poop I would be proud of. A solid shit.

I eased myself into my task, not rushing, gently leaning into my duties like a yogi. Once I was ready, in position, limber and dilated, and it was time to void my burden when WHAM a violent sneeze racked my body. I had no warning whatsoever- possibly due to lack of sleep- and thus couldn’t resist or stifle the sneeze. AHHCHHHOOO ploop. That’s what it sounded like. I sneezed and during that fraction of a second, delivered what should’ve been a ten or fifteen second log. It happened fast.

The pain was so profound that I stood up. I stood right up. I stood right straight up and clenched my cheeks, attempting to reset what I was certain to be a prolapsed sphincter. I resisted the urge to reach back and push on my poor butthole with my fingers. I needed to catch my breath. My ears rang. Had to tightly close my eyes. It took minutes to move. When I eventually wiped, I was terrified that I would see blood… thank god, THAT didn’t happen. What did happen was pain. For a week. I didn’t walk normally the rest of the day, and toilet time- something I used to very much look forward to- was ruined for at least a week.

I was so disappointed that my body would choose to sabotage itself. Sounds stupid in a world with cancer and autoimmune disease, but I really mean it. My body chose to do two things simultaneously that ought NEVER be done. How awful it was. Not sure I’ll ever completely trust again.

TL;DR I sneezed while crowning a poop and it felt like somebody bayoneted my bootyhole.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Fun-Goal-9906 on 2025-05-27 23:34:37+00:00.

Posted this is r/Teachers so figured I might as well share it here too.

This happened a few months ago, just now building up the courage to share it.

I’ll keep this brief- I work at a private school that teaches k-12, currently working in honors English for the older kids (keeping it purposefully vague). We have a field day for the younger kids, lots of races and games, basically shakes out to a half day for the high schoolers. The parents are encouraged to participate, as well as the high school teachers since we could have the day off.

The soccer field and parking lot is where most of the activities are taking place. I’m one of the few babysitting the playground, where kids are encouraged to hang out if they aren’t playing. I see a couples student wrestling underneath the playset, it looks like it’s getting rough, so I go over to intervene. Don’t ask me why, but for some reason I manage to poke my head through a rung in the ladder to tell them to stop. They run away, and I jokingly go after them… by pushing my shoulders through the rung. All fun and games until-

I can’t get my shoulders back out.

I’m struggling there for a few seconds, really pulling. One of my coworkers comes over and ask if I’m stuck. I tell her I think I am, she suggests I just push forward. So putting my pride aside, I try… but my adult sized tush doesn’t fit. I am actually stuck.

I will skip the 45 minutes or so I spent in the ladder, panicking, with a crowd of thirty or so forming, trying to get me out. Eventually the fire department was called (I know) and were forced to cut the ladder. I paid the damages, still teach at the school, but it easily the most embarrassed I have ever been or will ever be in my life.

Photo evidence below

TL;DR I underestimated my hips and will now be featured prominently in the yearbook

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Fiaasow on 2025-05-27 20:50:19+00:00.

I decided to do a factory reset on my PC today after having put it off for a while. Ever since I upgraded it, I felt I wasn't getting everything it could offer and that a factory reset was in order. Over the years, I had accumulated all of our family photos and videos in a folder on this PC. All said, it was roughly 1,000 photos from as early as I was 5 years old. I had backed up the photos in case of an event, twice. Once on my phone and another on a flash drive. Problem is my phone was running out of space so I decided to delete the photos to make space thinking I had two more instances on my PC and flash drive. About a month or so ago I erased the backup on the flash drive as well to make space for a Linux installer as I wanted to mess around with old laptops I had lying around. But I had completely forgotten to add the photos back to the flash drive when I was done. Fast foward to today, I impulsively decided to go forward with the factory reset on my PC. Before doing so, I backed up passwords and the like to a second SSD, and I was sure I had backed up the photos as well. I copied over the photos a second time, but then thought that I had copied the folder within another folder, and backed them up a second time unnecessarily, so I deleted it from the backup folder on the backup SSD. I don't know why, it's not like the SSD was small, and I didn't think that about the fact that I had no other backups. Needless to say, I went forward with the factory reset, and only after I realized that I had deleted the only backups I had off of the backup SSD before the reset. I have spent hours pouring over old phones, cloud storages, and drives desperately trying to find at least some photos but to no avail as I have reformatted/wiped most of them already with the intention of selling or scrapping them eventually. I am frustrated to the point of tears at my own stupidity. I can't even eat. The ones that hurt the most are photos of my late best friend.

tl:dr - Due to my arrogance and impulsiveness, I accidentally deleted the only copies of family photos I had for over the past 20 years.

UPDATE EDIT: Thanks to the incredible help from the commentors, I have successfully recovered most of my photos using PhotoRec! Thank you all so very much for your kind and sincere concern and help! I cherish and love all of you. You all have no idea how much this means to me, truly!

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Commercial-Being9431 on 2025-05-27 19:24:09+00:00.

I was in Target shopping for socks when a little girl, maybe 4 or 5, walked up crying, saying she lost her mom. I’ve got younger cousins and a heart, so I said, “Let’s find an employee,” and walked with her toward the front.

Apparently, walking off with a lost child, even toward help, triggers every single alarm Target has.

An employee saw me, panicked, and hit the Code Adam button. Within seconds, doors locked, intercoms blaring. I was frozen like a deer in headlights, holding this kid’s hand, wondering if I was about to be tackled.

Luckily, the mom came running up shouting, “That’s her, that’s my daughter!” which saved me from being profiled into the sun.

Employee apologized. I apologized. Kid was fine. I left sockless and traumatized.

TL;DR: Helped a lost kid in Target, accidentally triggered a Code Adam and nearly got tackled. Socks not acquired.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/OutlandishnessOk3189 on 2025-05-27 17:28:51+00:00.

This happened a couple of days ago. My boyfriend and I were at the store this weekend and saw cupping therapy devices, and he wanted to get them to try them out.

We used them on our backs and the rest of our bodies (I think they helped?) when he had the great idea to cup his forehead and mine. I (wrongly) assumed that this would last 24 hours, max. We were both sorely mistaken.

Now, he and I have been sporting huge red circular hickeys on our foreheads for almost 3 days now. His is worse (thankfully), but mine isn't much better. I put foundation on both of our spots, but it still looks pretty rough lol.

My coworkers think it's hilarious (it is). My boyfriend has an interview coming up soon, too. Overall, I don't recommend cupping your forehead. The rest of the circles disappeared from our bodies within 24 hours though. Haha

TL; DR: My boyfriend and I have the wonderful idea to use cupping techniques on our foreheads.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Additional_Hold_7713 on 2025-05-27 13:47:25+00:00.

I think I fucked up. I went to the gym this morning before I took my morning shit. I do this from time to time but I don’t like to make a habit of it because I’m afraid to shit myself while squatting.

Well today was the day my nightmares came true. But lifting had both in to do with it. I was warming up and my allergies have been crushing me lately and I thought I was going to sneeze so I held it in really tight and bammmmmm I sharted a little. A little shart isn’t the end of the world most of you would say. But today it was I was wearing white gym shorts and the shart started leaking out all over my white shorts to make a brown stain near me ass. I definitely fucked this up and I had to leave before anyone noticed hopefully.

TL;DR I will not trust a sneeze from now on, I will shit before the gym and I will take my Claritin D once a day.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/tOomanYfandOms on 2025-05-27 06:55:17+00:00.

i am still dealing with the consequences of this. this is burning so bad.

i am so goddamn desperate to unclog my nose that i am willing to try anything. clearly. i tried the throat napalm (Jigsaw’s cough syrup (Buckley’s)), tried vicks vapo rub, nothing worked and i’m tired i just want to sleep.

so i looked it up. “minty things.” ok. peppermint is minty. i have peppermint halo from saje on hand so i tried smelling the little rolly-bottle thingy.

nothing.

i bring it closer to my nose.

My stupid ass sneezes and launches my face directly into the oil marble. And now the chafed up red underpart of my nose is burning worse than Anakin on Mustafar but whenever i touch it it’s freezing cold. i try wiping it off with a tissue but it just makes my whole situation a million times worse because holy moly, tissue hurts so bad.

all of this and it still feels like i’m being waterboarded with a tiny cloth that only covers my nose. i cant smell anything and it’s nearly 3 am and i just want to sleep peacefully.

TL;DR: don’t sneeze if youre super desperate to breathe and your nose is chafed

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/HallowNY on 2025-05-27 03:37:21+00:00.

I went to a GROCERY store in the NY tri-state area to stock up on some alcoholic beverages. I’m kind of over High Noon and White Claw, so I grabbed a few random ones out of a cooler in the store for some new variety. One looked particularly delicious as it was like a lemon lavender flavor - sounded tasty and refreshing for a beautiful spring weekend.

Nope.

I drank about half of it while hanging out in the backyard with the kids, then I started to feel really strange….like a kind of strange I haven’t felt since being in a frat house in college. I look at the can to see what the heck I was drinking - expecting like a 20% alcohol content or something. Nope - THC and CBD. Since when did they start selling weed drinks in the white claw section of the grocery store!?!?!

TL;DR: I accidentally got high from a grocery store beverage in the early afternoon and was basically useless the rest of the day. Check those sparkling alcoholic canned beverages friends!! For me it was a not so happy accident, but for you this could be a great tip/trip!

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ducky06 on 2025-05-26 21:35:24+00:00.

My new kittens have a parasite infection, and we’ve been instructed to sanitize their litter box between litter changes. Was bopping along on my Sunday evening doing chores. I clean the litter boxes in the bathroom. Usually I’ve been cleaning the litter box by making the litter pan soapy with hot water and a pinch of bleach, but this litter pan had a couple clumps of litter stuck to the bottom of the pan and I was feeling lazy so before adding the hot water, I gave a liberal pour of bleach directly from the bottle onto the clumps stuck at the bottom of the empty litter box. A weird white fizzing was occurring in the bottom of the litter box between the gray litter clump and the clear bleach, and I’m thinking “why is it white?” but like a dumbass go on to the next step and add hot water anyway. My older cat alerts to the danger by coming up and stared with wide eyes and a huge tail. At that point I could smell and feel that the air in the room was stinging and painful to breath, and it smelled weird, so I put on the bathroom fan, scooped her up, and shut the door. That was when it crossed my brain that I created a caustic chemical. Googled it and determined it was chloramine gas, and, we’d be ok. Turns out that cat urine contains ammonia, and ammonia and bleach makes chloramine gas. Hot water is the worst idea because it strengthens the reaction. This bathroom has no windows so I’m just wondering like how will we get this out of there? Scooped up the curious kittens and put them in a well ventilated room far away with open windows and stuffed cloth under the door. Opened all the windows in the house and turned on all the fans. Decided to keep the bathroom door closed and the shower fan on and see if 10 minutes would dissipate it. Had to tell my husband the bathroom was a hazard zone. Eventually the shower fan did dissipate all the gas (I wasn’t sure it actually would, apparently it does have an exhaust ). I was a tiny bit (barely) lightheaded and my airway was a bit hoarse but nothing warranting medical care. The kittens and big cat and my husband were all fine. Now you’d have no idea. Thank heavens for shower exhaust fans. Worst part is that I teach science. Don’t be like me.

TL;DR: Poured bleach into a litter box in my bathroom creating a cloud of noxious gas that took hours to dissipate.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/jkprlta on 2025-05-26 23:37:14+00:00.

My TV has always had a bit of an issue where no matter how I tried to clean it, it always seemed to be a bit dirty, like the streaks from greasy fingerprints seem to linger on it. And I was really annoyed by it. So today I tried to do something about it. I noticed that there was a film on the TV that appeared to be possible to remove.

No guesses but I wasn't supposed to do it and now there's a ugly bubble in my TV. It's barely two months old and ifu so bad. Idek what to do rn. It is under warranty but i am pretty sure I voided my warranty.

I probably will call Customer service tomorrow but I just needed to vent somewhere for this massive fu. Thanks.

Summary TL;DR: Fu by removing a film from my tv that everywhere you Google it says do not remove the film. REMOVED it anyway and now full of regrets and shame. Kids dgaf and happily still watching the TV though

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/weeambenko on 2025-05-26 19:34:18+00:00.

So, I went over to my boyfriend’s place. He was hanging out and chatting with his roommates in the living room, so I went straight to his bedroom to chill while I waited. For context, I don’t currently have a phone, so when I’m at his place I usually use his to scroll or watch something.

His phone was lying on the bed, unlocked, so I grabbed it to put something on. That’s when I saw some pictures of naked men. At first, I thought, “Oh, he watches gay porn? That’s new, but okay, no judgment.”

But then I noticed green message bubbles on every photo, that’s when I realized it wasn’t porn, it was a dating app for gay men, my heart sank, There were so many conversations. One of them was him telling some guy how much he enjoyed what they did last time and asking when he could come over again.

I didn’t want to confront him in front of his roommates, I just wanted to leave. So I closed the app and went to open InDrive (a taxi app, like Uber), but then I saw the home screen.

It wasn’t my boyfriend’s home screen.

It wasn’t even his phone.

Turns out, it was one of his roommates' phones. They must’ve left it in his room to charge, using my boyfriend’s charger. I had picked it up without even thinking twice.

So yeah, I almost had a full-on emotional meltdown and ran out on my boyfriend over a phone that wasn’t even his.

TL;DR: Thought my boyfriend was secretly cheating on me with men after seeing gay dating app messages on what I thought was his phone… turns out it was his roommate’s

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Present_Solution_591 on 2025-05-26 18:00:38+00:00.

This happened two nights ago. My boyfriend and I don’t live together, but he crashes at my place a few times a week. I got home late, totally exhausted, and was thrilled to see him already asleep in bed. The lights were off. I slipped in beside him and spooned him from behind, resting my arm on his chest.

He didn’t move.

I whispered, “Babe, are you awake?” Still nothing. I kissed the back of his neck.

And then a man I’ve never met turned around and screamed.

Turns out my roommate’s brother had come into town that night and crashed in the wrong bed, my bed. Neither of us had any idea. I thought it was my boyfriend. He thought I was a home-invading pervert.

We both screamed. My roommate came running. My boyfriend showed up 15 minutes later, laughing so hard he cried.

TL;DR: Got into bed with who I thought was my boyfriend. Was actually my roommate’s brother. Accidentally traumatized both of us.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Due-Engineering5995 on 2025-05-26 17:40:06+00:00.

So my sister drops off my 3-year-old nephew at my place while she runs errands. No problem, I love the little guy. He’s obsessed with superheroes right now. I figured I’d surprise him with my old Halloween costume: full Deadpool gear, mask and all.

Except… he didn’t recognize me.

At all.

He took one look at me and screamed like I murdered his dog. Full-on meltdown. Ran into the bathroom, slammed the door, and wouldn’t come out for 30 minutes. I tried everything. I even took off the mask and held up his favorite snack like, “Buddy, it’s Uncle Matt.”

He didn’t believe me. Kept yelling, “Go away bad Spiderman!” over and over. That’s when I realized, this dude doesn’t know Deadpool. He thinks I’m some evil Spider-Man variant here to end his short life.

My sister came back to find him sobbing in the tub with goldfish crackers floating around him. Now I’m banned from "surprising" him until further notice.

TL;DR: Wore my Deadpool costume to entertain my toddler nephew. He thought I was a villain and now possibly has trust issues.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/suspicioush on 2025-05-26 12:26:00+00:00.

So, title is fairly self explanatory, but not enough information on it’s own.

I, 20F, am a commercial driver for a certain red and orange auto parts store, so can’t stop very often to relieve myself. In doing this, I noticed some UTI symptoms. Nothing out of the ordinary, have had them before, so I just chose to ignore it. My fatal flaw, however, was not considering my inability to just stop and go to the restroom when I needed to, as I usually would.

The UTI did not resolve itself, so I tried some OTC methods like Azo, or whatever it’s called. Unfortunately for me, all this did was turn my urine a concerningly neon orange. I was pissing radioactive material, it seemed like.

Here’s where I fucked up:

I felt a little more “off” yesterday, but chalked it up to finishing my period, so took ibuprofen. Did not help. Pain got worse, to the point I felt like I was being repeatedly donkey punched in the kidneys. Off to urgent care I went, where I found out that I had a kidney infection, and am now on a 4x daily horse pill of an antibiotic.

TL;DR — Ignored UTI, ended up with a kidney infection and a very bruised ego.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Unlucky-Pin9555 on 2025-05-26 07:34:20+00:00.

This happened about a week ago and I still think about every time.

I (26F) was walking into a cafe near my work for my lunchtime break when I saw this guys standing outside waving enthusiastically. Naturally, I smiled and waved back, thinking maybe it was someone from my coworking space or those “we-met-once-but-I-forgot-your-name” situations.

Except… his wave immediately slowed, and his smile turned into a visible confusion. That was my first clue. Behind me was his actual friend who he immediately ran up to and hugged while I was still mid wave like socially-starved golden retriever. Thinking that I was pranked like those viral videos online, awkward, but okay, I’ve done worse.

But it doesn’t end there. Because I decided to joke about it. When I walked into the cafe, I saw him again in line and said something like, “Haha, I guessed I jump the gun on that wave, huh?”

He turned to me and just stared at me with total confusion.

Turns out it was not the guy I thought. Which means I made another mistake, i was in a total panic and despair. I froze and let two more people to skipped me in line just to get more space away to that person.

I ordered my coffee and sat outside pretending to be on an important call until they left.

TL;DR Mistook a wave meant for someone else, wave back like an overexcited sim, then tried to make a joke about it to a complete stranger. Now I can never go back to that cafe again.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/DallasDanielle on 2025-05-26 05:19:06+00:00.

So I am very close with the manager of a bar I frequent, close enough that I'm great friends with his daughter and we're like a little dysfunctional family type thing.

He needed help at the bar and offered to teach me how to bartend for a few days out of the week. I just needed to get my license to do it. Earlier today I went over there and had him kinda shadow the test for me since there were aspects of it that I would never have to do but needed to learn as well for the sake of licensing.

A key note here is earlier in the morning I woke up really hung over and sent a friend/ex a video of me sitting in bed with my tits out, clear view of one of them saying I was so hungover and here look at my new puppy type thing.

I get the license and get my new boss' e-mail and send him a copy and went on about my day.

Earlier I checked my sent folder to see if I had actually sent it and see the attatched copy of the license...and a movie file...Yes, somehow I sent him the video of what I took this morning...

I call him, freaking out internally.

Me - Hey, did you get my license that I sent you earlier?

Him - Hang on let me check.

Me - DON'T OPEN THE VIDEO, I DIDN'T MEAN TO SEND THAT AND MY BOOBIES ARE ON IT!

Him - That's a cute dog!

His ex-wife who also lives with him - You know you already got the job right? (said while laughing)

His son-in-law sends a text to me - You know I really don't want you to be my new mother in law.

I. Want. To. Die.

He later sends me a message saying it's not his birthday but thanks for the gift!

Luckily it's a hilarious story that I'm glad that if it had to be done, it was sent to him and not just anyone. I know it won't go anywhere but he'll get a laugh out of it.

TLDR: I took a nude video and accidentally attached it to a work-related e-mail to my new boss who I'm super good friends with.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/New-Kangaroo210 on 2025-05-26 07:45:40+00:00.

This was yesterday.

I went on a night out, things get heavy and we go back to my friends house. This is where the fuck up starts. Around 1 am, slightly buzzed, I decided to leave and I call an Uber which my friends help me into. From then on, I completely lose track of where my phone is . I’m on do not disturb so I don’t receive any calls. I proceed to leave my phone in the Uber, but my parents have my location on Life360 and my phone proceeds to do a tour of London by night with the Uber driver, which my parents can see and get really anxious about, thinking I’ve been kidnapped or something. this whole situation lasts 1.5 hours, and all this time I am at home unaware of my parents’ stress, recovering from my drunkenness and not worrying too much about not having my phone — I thought I’d left it at my friend’s and would collect it tomorrow.. The taxi driver, the legend, drove back to my house and returns my phone through the letterbox. I get my phone back at 2:40 am, and I have nine missed calls from my mum. I think I’ve lost all their trust for awhile.

TLDR: I left my phone in the Uber when drunk on my first ever night out. I failed to think to update my parents and I probably lost all of their trust.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/kiwioriginal on 2025-05-26 06:55:32+00:00.

This morning I got a message from my direct report with a pic of their elderly mother and the words 25 May yesterday born 1931

For context, my colleague has been on extended leave overseas. Before they left, their ailing 90 something mother had been moved into a home and had a series of infections that almost took her out. It was very likely she would pass before my colleague returned from their trip.

I get the message this morning and head into work. I start telling people 'x's mum has died'. It's a close knit team, casual. I tell a few people knowing full well the grapevine will do it's work and everyone will know to offer sympathy on my colleagues return.

I message my colleague my condolences. And suggest they take a couple more days to make arrangements.

They message back.

"No she's still going, that photo was from yesterday"

It was the mother's BIRTHDAY omg.

Panic sets in. I need to correct the misinformation I've set spreading like wildfire! Who have I told???

I did try track everyone down. There were a couple of

"did I tell you x's mum died?" "No" "Good because she didnt!" "Ohh.. kay..."

It was kinda hilarious in the end but I can guarantee someone will give their condolences on my colleagues return....and they'll know where the story stemmed from.

TL;DR Thought my colleagues mother had died. Told the office. She didn't die, just had a birthday instead.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/babybatclo on 2025-05-26 00:22:36+00:00.

tifu, so, today i decided im gonna dye my hair, give myself a haircut, you know all that lovely stuff. After sitting around getting the dye in, washing it out, cutting my fringe and doing some lovely beauty care. i sit down and go to straighten out my bangs, to find my hair straighteners on, i am the only one that uses them. i haven’t used them in around 7 months. They were under my bed and have burnt a hole in my carpet. Now all i can think about is what if i hadn’t found them, thats a fire hazard! and all i can think of is how much that’s been contributing to my electric bill! i am too embarrassed to even tell anyone yet. Please reddit, i need some help on how im gonna explain this absolute fuck up to the people i live with!

TL;DR: I found my hair straighteners that had been left on, under my bed for approximately 7 months.

EDIT: hey guys, can you stop being outraged at me as if i have no idea what i did wrong, yes i understand and i have learned from this situation although id like to clarify it was on an extremely LOW heat when i found it as well as the fact that i do usually tend to unplug stuff, unless of course i am being rushed around, i am autistic and when people try to ruin the way i planned stuff out in my head i will forget things due to being overstimulated by shouting

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ThrowRA718294 on 2025-05-25 12:20:41+00:00.

I’ve recently started therapy to address issues with myself so that I can live a happier life and not self sabotage my relationship. Today at 7am, I was reading a post about relationship OCD and the obsession over cheating, and marked off behaviours that affect me. This was meant to go to my therapist, to prepare for our next session in 3 days. I try my best to not let these thoughts manifest into behaviours, and I feel I’ve been doing a good job at combatting them with logic and open conversations in the relationship.

Whenever I open my messages app, I usually click on my chat with my LDR girlfriend. So without thinking, I sent the screenshot to her. My phone didn’t allow me to Undo Send for that message, so I had to just swallow it and accept that she’s going to see that screenshot. I sent her a massive paragraph about how I do not believe she is cheating, but that I want to address this fear so that I can handle it without it affecting my behaviours. Im worried that this may cause her to get anxious about our relationship, when this is an issue solely in my head. I was hoping to solve this insecurity cleanly, but that clearly can’t happen. As a disclaimer, in no way do I think she is cheating on me. At all. She reassures me constantly and we have check ins to make sure both of our needs are being met, which they are. Something like this has happened where I sent something to her that was related to my OCD and I didn’t handle it well. I’m shitting my pants right now and I’m worried this is going to cause her anxiety to flare up when she needs that least right now.

TL;DR, I sent a post about relationship OCD (cheating obsession) to my girlfriend instead of my therapist by accident and now I’m shitting my pants

Update: we talked and she’s not upset at all, she understands that I have irrational fears and is glad I’m taking steps to stop it from causing problems later in our relationship

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/dunkdeboffin1 on 2025-05-25 20:13:08+00:00.

Today I f***ed up by trusting a silent pass during a very important Zoom meeting.

I work from home, and today we had a big client presentation—lots of higher-ups, the whole deal. I had my camera on, my mic muted (or so I thought), and everything was going smoothly. Until I felt that familiar internal shift.

Now, I’m a seasoned remote worker. I’ve mastered the art of muting my mic, handling my business quietly, and carrying on like nothing happened. But today… today my mic was not muted.

I confidently leaned slightly to one side and tried to discreetly relieve some pressure. Unfortunately, it made a very noticeable sound. Like, cartoon sound-effect level of noticeable. And because I had just spoken seconds before, Zoom helpfully lit up my name as the culprit.

There was this awful silence. One guy chuckled. Another fake-coughed. The client, completely straight-faced, goes, “Well, that’s one way to break the tension.”

I immediately muted myself, turned beet red, and didn’t say a single word for the rest of the call.

The worst part? My dog stood up and left the room like I had embarrassed her.

TL;DR: Tried to quietly pass gas during an important Zoom meeting, forgot my mic was on, and now I'm the accidental entertainment for the entire call.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/AppealOk8783 on 2025-05-25 19:33:42+00:00.

This is in a German national park. I've been staying at the hostel for a week-- no car. Because I had come back super late at night the previous day and left super early in the morning today, no-one working at the hostel had seen me since yesterday morning. When I got back today, they said "hey, why didn't you check out? we were worried, we thought you might have fallen while climbing, so we called the police. They were going to send a helicopter out for you." At first I thought it was totally crazy of them, but then realized that it was my check-out day and that I really was meant to leave with all my stuff in the morning, so of course they would freak out when they didn't see me.

TL;DR I thought I was supposed to check out the following day, the hostel was confused when they saw all my stuff in my bed, they called the police.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Im_high_as_shit on 2025-05-25 15:56:08+00:00.

In school, I was vice president of a club and in our WeChat group chat, we had each member add their position behind their name. Because everyone knew who I was, I said I was the "shit shoveler". Turns out, when you add someone via a group chat their nickname within said chat is retained, which makes sense, as it makes it much easier to remember who is who.

Fast forward to this weekend, I attended an event related to my field of study, and bumped into someone from the club. They presented me with a solid partnership opportunity and we linked up...via WeChat. So because they've already added me in the past, my name came up as...shit shoveler.

They probably thought that that's been the name that I've been professionally adding other people as, and now I don't think I'll be hearing from them...

TL;DR: Gave myself a funny nickname in school and it stuck around for a specific, somewhat important person.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/bestill_foramoment on 2025-05-25 09:57:48+00:00.

So there I was, having a super vivid dream about being at a Justin Bieber concert. I was in the crowd, watching him perform in a huge stadium. After performing Baby, he tells us “I’ve got something special for ya’ll” and the crowd goes absolutely WILD. “Some new music. This song has never been played before but ya’ll are making me feel the love tonight so here it is just for you” The screams get louder as I’m pushed about, the crowd becoming electrified by the atmosphere. Justin grins as he approaches the microphone, glancing to the band to get it started. Suddenly, the entire vision stops. Everything disappears and I’m ripped out of the scene. Then I see it, the tapping shoe. The 80s synth drums start up. I’ve rick rolled myself in a dream. I jerk awake and spend the rest of the day mildly impressed by my subconscious pulling such a prank.

TL;DR dreamt I was at a Justin Bieber concert and then rick rolled myself awake.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/FaunaJoy on 2025-05-24 05:08:32+00:00.

Context to start off: This happened around 2005ish when I was in middle school. Around this time, I liked to have a little fun bunny hopping my bike off of curbs. I was overweight, and rode a mountain bike, so that plus the occasional wheelie was the best I could do, but it was still really fun. There was a group of about four or five boys who were obsessed with BMX, to the point that they all rode tiny bikes that looked like they were made for toddlers, not middle schoolers. They were a little fascinated by the very fact that I, a girl, had even a passing interest in that kind of thing, so they knew which bike was mine, since I tended to ride the same one every day.

Except for this one particular day. I was running late, and as I grabbed my bike to head out, I realized one of the tires was flat thanks to the fact that I was a goat's head thorn magnet. So I borrowed my dad's bike. I parked the bike in the nearest rack slot to the door in a vain attempt to avoid being tardy. Skip to the end of the day. I hop on the bike, and on my way out of the school's parking lot, I liked to do a few hops off little island curbs, so I started hopping.

I remember I got two good hops, but on the third, I remember a loud noise, then blackness. It never has been 100% confirmed that I lost consciousness, but I'm fairly sure I did for at least a few seconds, as from what I can remember, there wasn't anyone around, and it was voices that roused me. I was face down on the asphalt, and my hands were down by my hips, meaning I had absolutely nothing breaking my fall. I was still pretty groggy, so when I looked up behind me, it took a second to register that the back tire of the bike was hanging over my head, only my backpack stopped it from coming down on my head.

As I started trying to get up, people swarmed around me, untangled me from the bike, and helped me back to the main building of the school. The school nurse was still there, so she administered first aid while the office called my dad to come pick me up. This was when we figured out what had happened. The front tire of the bike had gone flying off while I was mid-air, the fork of the frame stopped the bike cold, and good old momentum sent me head-first into the asphalt with zero time to react. We discovered later that I landed so hard that there was now a kink in the handlebars. Other than that, the bike was still functional, so there's that slim silver lining.

I wasn't injured too badly in spite of the black out, a few nasty scrapes and bruises, but nothing broken. My mother was/is a RN, so she and dad agreed that I didn't need a trip to the ER. They both knew the major and minor symptoms of a concussion, and would treat it the same way an ER would anyway. I don't remember if I did have a concussion, but if I did it was fairly mild, as I was doing better after a couple days of rest, and didn't have any cognitive issues.

It was at least a few months before we finally learned what caused the tire to go flying that day. Turns out the BMX boys wanted to play a prank on whoever owned the bike. There was apparently some kind of unspoken rule that the slot I parked in that day was one only new kids used. Add that to the bike being one they didn't recognize, plus a little dumbassery from teenage boys, and you get a "prank". So they loosened the nut holding the tire to the frame.

The boys had been feeling terrible that their prank had gone so badly and hurt someone, but hadn't stepped up for fear of getting in serious trouble. None of us held any ill will towards them for it, since they admitted they fully expected the tire to come away from the frame as the bike was pulled out of the rack. It was a major, unfortunate fluke that it stayed on as securely as it did to last two jumps. Had I decided to hang out with them that day, instead of straight home, I have no doubt they would've come clean right away to avoid any harm.

They weren't really bad kids. Just dumb. Either way, given that this was definitely not my first crash thanks to my little bunny hopping hobby - but easily the worst - I made the decision to keep both wheels safely on the ground from then on. And parked in a different spot.

TL;DR: I borrowed my dad's bike to get to school one day. Boys at the school thought it belonged to a new kid, and pulled a "prank" by loosening the nut holding the front tire on. It flew off in the middle of a jump, causing the worst bike crash I've ever had.