What gut feeling did you have that turned out to be true?
April 9, 2026
Specifically those "female intuition" situations where it sounds so insane to everyone else, but they turn out to be true.
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I was reading about Julius Caesar and immediately thought of Calpurnia, because that has to be one of history’s most brutal examples of “female intuition”. She had a terrible feeling, begged him not to go out, and even had nightmares about something awful happening to him. It probably sounded ridiculous to everyone at the time, and he went anyway. Then he was assassinated. It weirdly made me think about how many situations there probably are, in everyday life, where women sense that something is off, get dismissed, and then turn out to be right (even if they themselves have no clue how!).
When I was talking to a guy in here and something kept screaming at me in the back of my mind to let him go NOW, like something just wasn’t right about him…later I found out that man DID have skeletons in the closet, and now he’s blocked 🥱 out of all people I never expected it to be HIM smh I’m so disappointed….
It’s hit with every cheater I’ve encountered lmao.
Otherwise, everything else I think is my gut is just anxiety 😵💫😂
At EACH time I had a bad feeling about anything it turned out true.
That does not mean, I was right every time, because I had a lot of neutral feelings and things were bad but if I had a bad feeling I was right.
I was driving when I suddenly got this *INTENSE* gut feeling, like uneasiness and nausea, that made me pull over. About three hours later an abusive ex of mine from high school sent me a string of emails begging for me back. Reading them made me feel sick, and it was almost like my body sensed it before it even happened.
I still can’t explain it to this day.
One night I was restless and anxious. I’m talking, I had to get up at bed and go walk around outside. I was just intensely anxious. The person who raised me was experiencing a major medical emergency at the same time.
All of them.
Felt when someone was cheating on me.
Felt when my dad Died.
First time I met a now former friends new boyfriend and the hair stood up on my neck. One hello and I knew this man was trouble.
I was right. Not even a month later he used her card to buy a new bed for ‘their apartment’ – ie hers, screamed at her when she asked him to go home and in his words ‘restrained himself from hitting her’
Guy who pursued me immediately gave me a sense of “he could ruin my life”. It just felt like a shark playing with his prey when we were together, and he wasn’t even doing anything wrong. He is well known where we live and respected as a good Samaritan. Something felt really off to me though. We drifted apart when I wouldn’t give into his increasing physical advances (it was all too fast for me) but I had a sense of panic and impending doom for months after we dated.
Still haven’t uncovered what he’s hiding but I know something is there. I have never had such a visceral reaction to somebody.
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Current partner – when we first started seeing each other, my gut said “this will be a really healing 1 year relationship for both of us that we’ll look back on fondly”. I didn’t like that because I didn’t want to be limited to a year. Anyway a year has passed, it’s a beautiful relationship, genuinely healing, and he got a job across the planet and is moving soon so my intuition was right.
Not sure if this counts as intuition, but I woke up at 3am on the election night with a bottomless pit in my stomach and a tight chest. After looking online, many others experienced this as well.
Probably any time I thought a guy wasn’t that into me, or that it wouldn’t work.
On my 26th birthday, I went on a solo trip to Japan. Since I wasn’t going to be in town on my bday, I kept telling my friends that I had a feeling that my then boyfriend was going to hang out with his ex girlfriend, whom he was friends with. The day of my birthday, she ended up scoring them tickets to see his favorite band.
Fast forward, he told me he got super drunk at the concert and had to crash on her couch that night. I had a feeling that wasn’t the whole story. When I got back home, I went through his phone and saw that she tried to have sex with him when he was passed out on her couch, but he turned her down because he was with me. THAT was when she finally got the hint that he wasn’t going to cheat on me with her and decided to step back from the friendship (after a whole year of begging him to just leave me for her). When I asked why he lied, he said he didn’t want to be put in a position to have to choose between me or her. (Spoiler: he chose her in the end.)
When I was a teenager I snuck out to walk to meet a boy LATE at night, like midnight. My friend was going to meet me halfway so we were talking on our cells while we walked, not paying much attention. Given that I was meeting up with a guy I had dressed pretty skimpy.
Suddenly, as I was on the phone with my friend a truck passed me and braked for a split second. Alarm bells rang in my head and I realized that truck had passed me twice now and I was only now registering it.
I told my friend over the phone, “You need to hurry up and get to me NOW, someone is following me.” because I somehow KNEW that truck would come back and I would not make it home ever again. So we both ran the rest of the way to meet each other (luckily she was close) and not seconds later we saw that SAME truck swinging around to come back in our direction.
Freaked out, we both ran together to a nearby gas station and walked together the rest of the way to take me home. A week later I saw a news story about a girl in a nearby city going missing and that SAME truck was involved.
I kept checking my husband’s phone, couldn’t find anything. I kept checking regardless something wouldn’t settle. Then I found him texting a ex girlfriend, went to delete it but didn’t all the way. I then knew he wasn’t telling me something so then I dreamed the answer and confronted him it was insane now looking back. It was exactly how I dreamt it. So now I say you can’t keep anything from me I’ll find out even in my mother fucking dreams theres no hiding.
About work, it seemed like logical thing to do to apply for new work, once I got it it seemed like new opportunity with bigger pay but I did not feel happy when I was accepted for it, something felt off. Started that work as logical thing to do, quit after couple months – manager was awful, tasks were boring and required a lot of personal time. No thank you, will listen to my heart more, lesson learned.
Was working the desk, overnight at a hotel. Had a young Chinese man who appeared *very* flamboyant, tipsy and friendly, who lingered to chat to me and the night manager. You’d say he was almost cliche, effeminately gay, just on first impressions.
Anywho, a short time later, he called down to the desk saying that there was something beeping in the room. He couldn’t find it and wanted me to come up and help him so he could go to sleep.
Now, yes, this is something that is normally my job to do. Dude came across as friendly and not overtly threatening in a way some drunk guys are. But I made the night manager go up instead – and the guest answered the door completely naked with a hard-on. Guest immediately ran into the bathroom and said there was no problem, no beeping, no whatever. Night manager came down rattled and couldn’t believe I’d picked up a creep factor that he hadn’t (him coming from a security background himself).
I told my mom that her memory getting shakier was something she needed to take seriously, and she kept insisting that she was fine.
Skip to a few months later she was admitted to two different psych wards on two separate occasions and died in January. She was only 66.
When I was a kid (8yo), my mother started dating someone who worked at her mechanic. I still know his name and face. They got serious to where he was semi living with us. How he looked at me, how he talked about my school, my things, just odd things he’d find to talk about and just had this threatening tone. Like he would compliment something that he was planning to take away or destroy. He would also smoke, and blow it in my face. I told mama, something is wrong with him, he’s not nice. But she was dependent on him emotionally, as she was going through the loss of Dad (my grandfather). He’d pick me up from school and, ugh, the ick. We’d go home and he’d thankfully leave me alone in my room, but he was frequently mostly undressed, tinkering around the house. I was afraid to leave my room to use the bathroom, I didn’t even want to make eye contact. He’d sometimes want me to come get this or that thing for him.
One day Mama got in a bad car accident that crunched up one side of her car. She got home late, like past 8 PM, and he was mad – not about the car, but because he had somewhere to be and she didn’t call him or some mess. This was before cell phones. He flipped out and raged all over the kitchen, overturned a dining chair, swiped the dishes off the counter, put a hole in the wall with his fist, and on the way downstairs to get his stuff, ripped the handrail off the wall and threw it down. He got big and was cussing at mama as he left out the side door.
He didn’t touch us, mama would’ve unalived him, but he showed his true colors and didn’t come back. I can still see Mama standing in the kitchen at the top of the stairs by the side door. I was steps behind her by the phone. Still to this day, I didn’t think he’d try to touch me in a nasty way. I just could tell he was mean inside, and would try to hurt or injure me if he flipped while we were alone.
Every single one. My gut has saved me from being assaulted and probably raped more than once, it’s saved me from being roofied, it’s saved me from serious car accidents and it’s saved me from being the fall guy for a coworker caught committing fraud.
Always trust the gut.
I have alot of anxiety… so if I listened to my gut all the time, I would never do anything. The hardest part has been trying to hone in on what is intuition and what is just anxiety. I think I have gotten better at it over the years though. I think most women do have a sixth sense when they are in the company of a man that has intention to harm her. I’ve felt that so many times and GTFO as quick as possible.
With my dad. In the year before my dad passed away, I became paranoid about his health. I thought he was going to die soon. My dad was never what I would call in good health, but he didnt look worse than usual. It was just a feeling that I was going to lose him. I asked him to see a doctor and mentioned to family members multiple times that I thought dad didnt look right. Everyone else said he looked and acted the same, including my mom so I thought I was losing my mind.
He went to the doctor for acid reflux that wasnt improving and came out with a diagnosis of liver cancer. Six months later he was gone.
TW TW TW!!!
Years ago when I was a teenager, I came home one day to discover my brothers had a new friend over. I can’t remember exactly how old we all were but they were somewhere between 13-16 and I was a bit older.
Their friend didn’t do or say anything wrong… but I got the WORST feeling about him. Like, to my core I just knew something was off. Fortunately he never came around again, not for any reason, it just wasn’t a friendship that clicked… (thank the Lord)
Fast forward just a couple of years… he went to jail for SAing his own baby sister. I believe he is still rotting there. Good riddance.
I.. uh… also use to have really bizarre feelings of anxiety surrounding Bill Cosby. I’d wake up and just feel like something was very very wrong with him but since we didn’t know about how horrible he was, at the forefront of my mind I would just think “oh no, is this national treasure dead?!” And then I’d google him and he’d be fine. This happened a few times over the course of several years, and stopped after all the allegations came out. Truly no idea why, I don’t have ANY connection to him. Just one of those weird things!
Trust your gut, ladies!
I knew Trump would win in 2024 the moment he announced he was running again. I could feel it in my bones, and it put me into a state of depression that took about 2 years to break out of. I have worked in politics and studied authoritarianism, and read Project 2025 when it was released, and I knew his re-election would be a complete disaster, the gloves were off. I spent the whole year with people telling me I was crazy, that there was no way he would win, and that even if he was re-elected, nothing much would change.
Its a bit weird as an german because gut in german means great
Not super exciting but I think proves your body is aware. My latest ex went off the deep end when I broke up with him-religious rabbit hole and newly devout Christian, met a girl at church 1 month after our breakup, slandered me as the devil on the internet, proposed to church girl 6 months later. Obviously had zero interest in seeing him ever or even being cordial (I had to tell him I was blocking his number so he wouldn’t feel tempted to continue texting me rants when he was drunk). I was out this past Valentine’s Day with friends at a local bar and I had a wave of “I wanna go now.” My guy friend goes ya I think it’s a good time, let’s head out the back door it’s pretty packed near the front. So we leave and walk next door for a beer. I had this intense feeling of anxiety that I was about to see my ex. My body went into hyper fight or flight mode. I turned to my guy friend and said I don’t know why but I just have this intense feeling of anxiety that I’m about to run into exboyfriend. He said well I didn’t wanna panic you but he was at the last bar, that’s why I had us leave out the back. I was shocked, it was like my body knew before I did.
Before I got pregnant & throughout my entire pregnancy I was adamantly against having a c-section. I told my OB & nurses that I wanted to avoid it at all costs. 24 hours into labor I asked for a C-section. My OB told me she knew how badly I wanted to avoid that. I told her I just need to get the baby out. When they prepped me for surgery it was non-emergent. By the time I got to the operating room it was an emergency. Got the baby out, he had the cord wrapped around his neck twice.
Every single person I haven’t liked for seemingly no reason turns out to be awful or do awful things later down the road.
Once walking home a Range Rover drove past me. Nothing sus about it but I felt like I had to hide for some weird reason. So I found a spot between two cars and a bush and hid, the RR proceeded to drive past several more times and two guys popped out to look for me before they gave up and left. I ran the last block home.
I had a housewarming once and we partied til late. A friend of a friend said his goodbyes and left as most people were clearing out. Out of nowhere, I had a feeling I needed to check the closet by the front door. That guy had been hiding in there instead of leaving, waiting for everyone else to clear out. Luckily I had about 5 close friends stay back to clean up and they shoved him out.
My grandma once had this sudden urge to start praying for my eldest uncle. Turns out in that moment he was miles away being robbed at gun point, the guy was about to shoot and his accomplice talked him out of it and they ran off instead.
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I was reading about Julius Caesar and immediately thought of Calpurnia, because that has to be one of history’s most brutal examples of “female intuition”. She had a terrible feeling, begged him not to go out, and even had nightmares about something awful happening to him. It probably sounded ridiculous to everyone at the time, and he went anyway. Then he was assassinated. It weirdly made me think about how many situations there probably are, in everyday life, where women sense that something is off, get dismissed, and then turn out to be right (even if they themselves have no clue how!).
When I was talking to a guy in here and something kept screaming at me in the back of my mind to let him go NOW, like something just wasn’t right about him…later I found out that man DID have skeletons in the closet, and now he’s blocked 🥱 out of all people I never expected it to be HIM smh I’m so disappointed….
It’s hit with every cheater I’ve encountered lmao.
Otherwise, everything else I think is my gut is just anxiety 😵💫😂
At EACH time I had a bad feeling about anything it turned out true.
That does not mean, I was right every time, because I had a lot of neutral feelings and things were bad but if I had a bad feeling I was right.
I was driving when I suddenly got this *INTENSE* gut feeling, like uneasiness and nausea, that made me pull over. About three hours later an abusive ex of mine from high school sent me a string of emails begging for me back. Reading them made me feel sick, and it was almost like my body sensed it before it even happened.
I still can’t explain it to this day.
One night I was restless and anxious. I’m talking, I had to get up at bed and go walk around outside. I was just intensely anxious. The person who raised me was experiencing a major medical emergency at the same time.
All of them.
Felt when someone was cheating on me.
Felt when my dad Died.
First time I met a now former friends new boyfriend and the hair stood up on my neck. One hello and I knew this man was trouble.
I was right. Not even a month later he used her card to buy a new bed for ‘their apartment’ – ie hers, screamed at her when she asked him to go home and in his words ‘restrained himself from hitting her’
Guy who pursued me immediately gave me a sense of “he could ruin my life”. It just felt like a shark playing with his prey when we were together, and he wasn’t even doing anything wrong. He is well known where we live and respected as a good Samaritan. Something felt really off to me though. We drifted apart when I wouldn’t give into his increasing physical advances (it was all too fast for me) but I had a sense of panic and impending doom for months after we dated.
Still haven’t uncovered what he’s hiding but I know something is there. I have never had such a visceral reaction to somebody.
—
Current partner – when we first started seeing each other, my gut said “this will be a really healing 1 year relationship for both of us that we’ll look back on fondly”. I didn’t like that because I didn’t want to be limited to a year. Anyway a year has passed, it’s a beautiful relationship, genuinely healing, and he got a job across the planet and is moving soon so my intuition was right.
Not sure if this counts as intuition, but I woke up at 3am on the election night with a bottomless pit in my stomach and a tight chest. After looking online, many others experienced this as well.
Probably any time I thought a guy wasn’t that into me, or that it wouldn’t work.
On my 26th birthday, I went on a solo trip to Japan. Since I wasn’t going to be in town on my bday, I kept telling my friends that I had a feeling that my then boyfriend was going to hang out with his ex girlfriend, whom he was friends with. The day of my birthday, she ended up scoring them tickets to see his favorite band.
Fast forward, he told me he got super drunk at the concert and had to crash on her couch that night. I had a feeling that wasn’t the whole story. When I got back home, I went through his phone and saw that she tried to have sex with him when he was passed out on her couch, but he turned her down because he was with me. THAT was when she finally got the hint that he wasn’t going to cheat on me with her and decided to step back from the friendship (after a whole year of begging him to just leave me for her). When I asked why he lied, he said he didn’t want to be put in a position to have to choose between me or her. (Spoiler: he chose her in the end.)
When I was a teenager I snuck out to walk to meet a boy LATE at night, like midnight. My friend was going to meet me halfway so we were talking on our cells while we walked, not paying much attention. Given that I was meeting up with a guy I had dressed pretty skimpy.
Suddenly, as I was on the phone with my friend a truck passed me and braked for a split second. Alarm bells rang in my head and I realized that truck had passed me twice now and I was only now registering it.
I told my friend over the phone, “You need to hurry up and get to me NOW, someone is following me.” because I somehow KNEW that truck would come back and I would not make it home ever again. So we both ran the rest of the way to meet each other (luckily she was close) and not seconds later we saw that SAME truck swinging around to come back in our direction.
Freaked out, we both ran together to a nearby gas station and walked together the rest of the way to take me home. A week later I saw a news story about a girl in a nearby city going missing and that SAME truck was involved.
I kept checking my husband’s phone, couldn’t find anything. I kept checking regardless something wouldn’t settle. Then I found him texting a ex girlfriend, went to delete it but didn’t all the way. I then knew he wasn’t telling me something so then I dreamed the answer and confronted him it was insane now looking back. It was exactly how I dreamt it. So now I say you can’t keep anything from me I’ll find out even in my mother fucking dreams theres no hiding.
About work, it seemed like logical thing to do to apply for new work, once I got it it seemed like new opportunity with bigger pay but I did not feel happy when I was accepted for it, something felt off. Started that work as logical thing to do, quit after couple months – manager was awful, tasks were boring and required a lot of personal time. No thank you, will listen to my heart more, lesson learned.
Was working the desk, overnight at a hotel. Had a young Chinese man who appeared *very* flamboyant, tipsy and friendly, who lingered to chat to me and the night manager. You’d say he was almost cliche, effeminately gay, just on first impressions.
Anywho, a short time later, he called down to the desk saying that there was something beeping in the room. He couldn’t find it and wanted me to come up and help him so he could go to sleep.
Now, yes, this is something that is normally my job to do. Dude came across as friendly and not overtly threatening in a way some drunk guys are. But I made the night manager go up instead – and the guest answered the door completely naked with a hard-on. Guest immediately ran into the bathroom and said there was no problem, no beeping, no whatever. Night manager came down rattled and couldn’t believe I’d picked up a creep factor that he hadn’t (him coming from a security background himself).
I told my mom that her memory getting shakier was something she needed to take seriously, and she kept insisting that she was fine.
Skip to a few months later she was admitted to two different psych wards on two separate occasions and died in January. She was only 66.
When I was a kid (8yo), my mother started dating someone who worked at her mechanic. I still know his name and face. They got serious to where he was semi living with us. How he looked at me, how he talked about my school, my things, just odd things he’d find to talk about and just had this threatening tone. Like he would compliment something that he was planning to take away or destroy. He would also smoke, and blow it in my face. I told mama, something is wrong with him, he’s not nice. But she was dependent on him emotionally, as she was going through the loss of Dad (my grandfather). He’d pick me up from school and, ugh, the ick. We’d go home and he’d thankfully leave me alone in my room, but he was frequently mostly undressed, tinkering around the house. I was afraid to leave my room to use the bathroom, I didn’t even want to make eye contact. He’d sometimes want me to come get this or that thing for him.
One day Mama got in a bad car accident that crunched up one side of her car. She got home late, like past 8 PM, and he was mad – not about the car, but because he had somewhere to be and she didn’t call him or some mess. This was before cell phones. He flipped out and raged all over the kitchen, overturned a dining chair, swiped the dishes off the counter, put a hole in the wall with his fist, and on the way downstairs to get his stuff, ripped the handrail off the wall and threw it down. He got big and was cussing at mama as he left out the side door.
He didn’t touch us, mama would’ve unalived him, but he showed his true colors and didn’t come back. I can still see Mama standing in the kitchen at the top of the stairs by the side door. I was steps behind her by the phone. Still to this day, I didn’t think he’d try to touch me in a nasty way. I just could tell he was mean inside, and would try to hurt or injure me if he flipped while we were alone.
Every single one. My gut has saved me from being assaulted and probably raped more than once, it’s saved me from being roofied, it’s saved me from serious car accidents and it’s saved me from being the fall guy for a coworker caught committing fraud.
Always trust the gut.
I have alot of anxiety… so if I listened to my gut all the time, I would never do anything. The hardest part has been trying to hone in on what is intuition and what is just anxiety. I think I have gotten better at it over the years though. I think most women do have a sixth sense when they are in the company of a man that has intention to harm her. I’ve felt that so many times and GTFO as quick as possible.
With my dad. In the year before my dad passed away, I became paranoid about his health. I thought he was going to die soon. My dad was never what I would call in good health, but he didnt look worse than usual. It was just a feeling that I was going to lose him. I asked him to see a doctor and mentioned to family members multiple times that I thought dad didnt look right. Everyone else said he looked and acted the same, including my mom so I thought I was losing my mind.
He went to the doctor for acid reflux that wasnt improving and came out with a diagnosis of liver cancer. Six months later he was gone.
TW TW TW!!!
Years ago when I was a teenager, I came home one day to discover my brothers had a new friend over. I can’t remember exactly how old we all were but they were somewhere between 13-16 and I was a bit older.
Their friend didn’t do or say anything wrong… but I got the WORST feeling about him. Like, to my core I just knew something was off. Fortunately he never came around again, not for any reason, it just wasn’t a friendship that clicked… (thank the Lord)
Fast forward just a couple of years… he went to jail for SAing his own baby sister. I believe he is still rotting there. Good riddance.
I.. uh… also use to have really bizarre feelings of anxiety surrounding Bill Cosby. I’d wake up and just feel like something was very very wrong with him but since we didn’t know about how horrible he was, at the forefront of my mind I would just think “oh no, is this national treasure dead?!” And then I’d google him and he’d be fine. This happened a few times over the course of several years, and stopped after all the allegations came out. Truly no idea why, I don’t have ANY connection to him. Just one of those weird things!
Trust your gut, ladies!
I knew Trump would win in 2024 the moment he announced he was running again. I could feel it in my bones, and it put me into a state of depression that took about 2 years to break out of. I have worked in politics and studied authoritarianism, and read Project 2025 when it was released, and I knew his re-election would be a complete disaster, the gloves were off. I spent the whole year with people telling me I was crazy, that there was no way he would win, and that even if he was re-elected, nothing much would change.
Its a bit weird as an german because gut in german means great
Not super exciting but I think proves your body is aware. My latest ex went off the deep end when I broke up with him-religious rabbit hole and newly devout Christian, met a girl at church 1 month after our breakup, slandered me as the devil on the internet, proposed to church girl 6 months later. Obviously had zero interest in seeing him ever or even being cordial (I had to tell him I was blocking his number so he wouldn’t feel tempted to continue texting me rants when he was drunk). I was out this past Valentine’s Day with friends at a local bar and I had a wave of “I wanna go now.” My guy friend goes ya I think it’s a good time, let’s head out the back door it’s pretty packed near the front. So we leave and walk next door for a beer. I had this intense feeling of anxiety that I was about to see my ex. My body went into hyper fight or flight mode. I turned to my guy friend and said I don’t know why but I just have this intense feeling of anxiety that I’m about to run into exboyfriend. He said well I didn’t wanna panic you but he was at the last bar, that’s why I had us leave out the back. I was shocked, it was like my body knew before I did.
Before I got pregnant & throughout my entire pregnancy I was adamantly against having a c-section. I told my OB & nurses that I wanted to avoid it at all costs. 24 hours into labor I asked for a C-section. My OB told me she knew how badly I wanted to avoid that. I told her I just need to get the baby out. When they prepped me for surgery it was non-emergent. By the time I got to the operating room it was an emergency. Got the baby out, he had the cord wrapped around his neck twice.
Every single person I haven’t liked for seemingly no reason turns out to be awful or do awful things later down the road.
Once walking home a Range Rover drove past me. Nothing sus about it but I felt like I had to hide for some weird reason. So I found a spot between two cars and a bush and hid, the RR proceeded to drive past several more times and two guys popped out to look for me before they gave up and left. I ran the last block home.
I had a housewarming once and we partied til late. A friend of a friend said his goodbyes and left as most people were clearing out. Out of nowhere, I had a feeling I needed to check the closet by the front door. That guy had been hiding in there instead of leaving, waiting for everyone else to clear out. Luckily I had about 5 close friends stay back to clean up and they shoved him out.
My grandma once had this sudden urge to start praying for my eldest uncle. Turns out in that moment he was miles away being robbed at gun point, the guy was about to shoot and his accomplice talked him out of it and they ran off instead.