Most traumatic little kid moment?

[cieply]

You should've brought a baseball bat to the conflict after school.

One guy did. Later 10 guys dragged him out from the school in the middle of the break. At least he skipped classes. That was one shitty neighbourhood I grew up in.

 

[TheYellowCellPhone]

Well, these are not as traumatic as some examples here, but I figure they're worth mentioning.

Spoiler: Spoiler'd for length

When I was about three, maybe four, my father stumbled home drunk, and, not for the first time, came upstairs into my room.
I assumed he was going to do what he usually did (touch my sister, make sure I was still asleep, etc.), but instead he woke me up and took me upstairs into the attic. Where he raped me.
Which, you know. Sucked.

~

Around the same time, my half-sister was regularily forcing me to grope around her vajayjay.
She sometimes invited this one friend of hers around and I had to do it for her, too.
It was a very frustrating experience for a young me. They would not let me stop until they were satisfied, and that could sometimes take up to two hours.
Do you have any idea how long two hours of menial labour feels to a child so young?
It was like I was in there for years.

~

Some time after I had started school proper, a friend of mine from my class walked to my house and asked if I wanted to come back to his, as he had done every other day for the past month or so.
Usually, my mother would tell him I wasn't allowed. But as she was asleep, myself and my sister decided we might as well go.
So we went with him to his house, and while there we met his uncle. Who, at some point during the day, convinced me me to accompany him into one of the bedrooms.
Where he forced me to jerk him off.
How delightful.

~

A few years later, after my mother had found out about everything and fled to Ireland, I was just minding my own business when a friend of my sisters knocked me to the ground and dry-humped me silly.
I was about ten, she was twelve, roughly. That was my first kiss.
D'awwww.

... You know, I'm starting to see a pattern here.
It's not like I blame them, though. I've seen pictures of myself when I was younger.
I was a sexy-ass kid. Six pack and everything.
Hell, I'd do me.

But yeah, I think there is more, but I cannot for the life of me remember it.
My brain has developed this habit of blocking things out and replacing them with false memories, you see.
I have no idea which parts of my life are real and which are not.
Except for the sucky parts. Those are all real.
I just can't remember half of them

I never thought my faith in humanity could drop even lower than it originally is. That is maybe the most fucked up childhood I've ever heard.

 

[Beastialman]

I think my most traumatic experience was (before the internet) when I was watching TV and turned it to the Japanese channel and watched Cell from Dragon Ball Z absorb one of the androids (this was undubbed so I had a bunch of japanese people screaming).

When I was five we were asked in class to draw what we wanted be when grew up. We were told we could be whatever we wanted to be. I drew I giant robot destroying a city. Then, the teacher told me I could never be a giant robot.

Spoiler

 

[McNinja]

Well, I have two. first, when I was six I fell head first out of a shopping cart on to the hard linoleum floor. My mom said it sounded like a watermelon being smashed.

the second, while not all that "bad" is when the 9/11 attacks were going down I was in school, and almost everybodies parents came to get them. Except mine. Still bothers me to this day.

Edit: This hasn't really traumatized me, but it is one of the main reasons I'm so desensitized to violence. I was lying in bed one night and I was falling asleep and I started having a dream. Not a weird one like giant pink alligators that turn into people and a green one that turns into the Iron Giant, but a particularly violent one. It was a room filled with screaming people (mostly women an children, for some reason) and they were all being tortured by some Nazi Gestapo-looking mofo's. Some people had their skin ripped off(one of the thing I remember was that there were people with no skin, just muscle tissue, covered in blood and just screaming), revealing their muscle tissue (one of the thing I remember was that there were people with no skin, just muscle tissue, covered in blood and just screaming, screaming in pain, others were being stabbed (one person in my dream was stabbed through the shoulder with a nightstick/blackjack thing... it still puzzles me to this day how that would work). Anywho the torturers were all laughing and smiling and there was one guy who was on top of like a pedestal thing observing and laughing. and my view in the dream panned over to the side, revealing a whole 'nother room filled with more people, with the same demented stuff going on.

So now when people say something is disgusting or gross, I think to myself, "yeah, but you've never seen a man screaming in agony after having the half of his skin and muscle ripped of his face."

 

[KP Shadow]

My parents thought that I had broken the TV again when most of the channels wouldn't stop working on 9/11.

OT: I can't think of anything at the moment.

 

[Haunted Serenity]

Witnessing the after effects of my friend comitting suicide. I wasn't exactly a kid but i was young,(a month shy of 14). I came back into the house, heard the bang and ran to find the room covered in blood and other parts of the human head. I preformed CPR and mouth-to-mouth for some time before the ambulance came and pried me off. I'm pretty sure that messed me up because noone is the same after trying to resuatate a person with the back of their skull all over the place. Not to mention her scum of a father blamed me for everything. He was a police officer and he did nothing but hurt her. Sorry buddy but it was your gun she used and i tried to help.

Wow. That just has to be traumatic. I sincerely hope you're doing okay by now. I wouldn't want to imagine me resuscitate one of my friends with the content of their skull all over the room.

And I thought I had some tough times. I wasn't a child when it happened (around 16 or so), I was at a rock festival and somewhere around midnight I had this strange urge to go home, as if I felt something bad was going to happen. My friends convinced me at the time to stay and so I returned home at 9 AM, the morning after. It was around then that I got a call from my father, saying that our 11 year old dog has died early in the morning.

When I arrived, the body was already starting to decompose, so we had to get it out into the garden to bury it. I can assure you: burying your pet that you've known and loved for 11 years stays with you forever. My nose even started bleeding spontaneously while I was closing the grave.

You get over it but it's till there in your mind. Like your horrible incident, it does pass but you remeber it forever. I wish the mind had erase button other than massive amounts of booze.

 

[Haunted Serenity]

Witnessing the after effects of my friend comitting suicide. I wasn't exactly a kid but i was young,(a month shy of 14). I came back into the house, heard the bang and ran to find the room covered in blood and other parts of the human head. I preformed CPR and mouth-to-mouth for some time before the ambulance came and pried me off. I'm pretty sure that messed me up because noone is the same after trying to resuatate a person with the back of their skull all over the place. Not to mention her scum of a father blamed me for everything. He was a police officer and he did nothing but hurt her. Sorry buddy but it was your gun she used and i tried to help.

Oh wow really? My condolences for your loss. Also, don't want to sound like a dick, but I'm pretty sure CPR was futile at that point. boy I hope that doesn't sound dickish. I don't anything that comes even remotely close to that.

Hell no. I know it was futile but i went into shock and basic protect the female from death and first aid instincts that had been drilled into my skull by my dad took over. I honestly at the time thought i could save her. Reality check was a ***** then.

What kind of cop abuses his own child anyway. I hope he got arrested and spent years in jail, or at the very least was kicked in the groin really hard.

No he barred me from her funeral, tried to have me arrested for assiting suicide but failed miserably and was only sentenced one week without pay for failing to have his issued fire arm secured. To this day he blames me and he will remove flowers i put on her grave. His wife divorced him a couple of years ago and she made a point of coming to see me and telling me that she doesn't blame me.

Did he lose the house in the divorce? I hope so, I hope he lost everything except his life. that way he'll have to live with the guilt I'm sure he feels everyday. He may blame you, but it was his own fault and he knows it. He blames you in a pathetic attempt to justify his own misdeeds. I also hope (though doubt) that hell exists so he can go there. Yes, I'm very hateful.

He lost nothing but his wife and daughter. And a week of pay. One day i will have my vengence but it's a long long time away.

 

[jake09050]

When i was about 7 my Uncle Berm was showing everybody his homemade pipebomb when suddenly it went off. I was only knocked back by the blast but he lost his arm. I can't believe how lucky i got because i was only five feet away.

 

[mrhappyface]

f*cking each other in practically every position possible.

damn...

and to answer your question... having my head 2 inches away from a speeding car while chasing a basketball down the driveway at age 6... but i think yours wins =S

I didn't rly know much about the act of babymaking before that, but seeing 1 male and 2 female mongooses going at it like something you see off SmutTube and switching positions every few seconds completely jarred me. (So that's how i was made!?) And seeing a nearly exploded Mongooses corpse also made realize how ibsubstansial life is.

 

[Z of the Na'vi]

Well you people are depressing as hell.

 

[Supernaut565]

when I was 5 or 6 my dad and I were in the truck and When The Levee Breaks by Led Zeppelin comes on the radio (great song by the way) he tells me how their drummer John Bonham (amazing drummer) died by falling asleep on his back and throwing up he then choked to death on his own vomit. Of course since he did not tell me he had drank 40 shots of vodka beforehand I never slept on my back for 6 years.

 

[S29 Afterlife]

i was 3.
my sisters and cousins showed me the Child's Play series.
now i can't watch Doll movies..

 

[SnipErlite]

*condolences to those who had the seriously messed up events*

To be honest I've had nothing bad really.

 

[Earthmonger]

At this point I'm beginning to wonder why we view sex, at any age, to be something unspeakable and taboo. How is it, say, different than buying a pair of shoes? Are we still this oppressed?

 

[TheRightToArmBears]

My childhood was actually pretty awesome, it's when I started growing up that things got shitter. This is why I regard Ireland as being absolutely perfect.

In fact, the most traumatic experience was probably leaving Ireland, when I was 10.