Most traumatic little kid moment?

[Littlee300]

The day I realized that religion didn't make any sense and that when I died I wasn't going to heaven or hell I was just going to stop existing. I was 8.

Probably most depressing thing in world to figure out...

Depressing? I found that same thought very uplifting - I'd been unshackled to live life free and full.

After this there will be nothing,
You wont remember any of this, you wont feel a thing. It just gives emo thoughts ): Also causes those "what is the point of existing" depression

I dunno, that sounds pretty good to me.
You wouldn't have to worry about anything, you wouldn't be fazed that you weren't happy...

As if you would feel that it was a good thing, Also it would be like taking a nap without any worries.
anyways were getting off topic
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Most traumatizing thing was when blue's clues got a new actor D:<
What is this BS D:<

 

[JoshFTL]

I saw my father break a coffee mug over my mother skull, then tear up my Christmas list and throw it in my face.

Still haven't celebrated the holiday since.

was the coffe mug white?

That seems extremely insensitive mate...

OT: I had a very vivid dream of being attcked by a swarm of bees when I was younger, leading to a bad phobia of them, of which I have only just barely got over. I can never be near one for too long though and I still can't believe that the dream didn't actualy happen it was THAT vivid.

I also nearly got crushed by the top bunk of my bunkbeds which only narrowly missed me.

 

[Littlee300]

I saw my father break a coffee mug over my mother skull, then tear up my Christmas list and throw it in my face.

Still haven't celebrated the holiday since.

was the coffe mug white?

That seems extremely insensitive mate...

OT: I had a very vivid dream of being attcked by a swarm of bees when I was younger, leading to a bad phobia of them, of which I have only just barely got over. I can never be near one for too long though and I still can't believe that the dream didn't actualy happen it was THAT vivid.

I also nearly got crushed by the top bunk of my bunkbeds which only narrowly missed me.

I hope you at least called and threatened to sue the company who made bunk bed /:

 

[JoshFTL]

I saw my father break a coffee mug over my mother skull, then tear up my Christmas list and throw it in my face.

Still haven't celebrated the holiday since.

was the coffe mug white?

That seems extremely insensitive mate...

OT: I had a very vivid dream of being attcked by a swarm of bees when I was younger, leading to a bad phobia of them, of which I have only just barely got over. I can never be near one for too long though and I still can't believe that the dream didn't actualy happen it was THAT vivid.

I also nearly got crushed by the top bunk of my bunkbeds which only narrowly missed me.

I hope you at least called and threatened to sue the company who made bunk bed /:

Looking back now it seems like a good idea, it was lucky that only two of the supporting beams snapped making the bed kinda slide off and land on the floor. Only my brother and mum can remember it properly, which is explainable seeing how I was very young at the time.

 

[Woodsey]

Well, it doesn't hit your level (at all) but...

In Year 4 (I was 8, for those outside England/Britain), in what must have been the most horrific mis-calculation ever, we were sat down for a PSHE lesson on sex-ed and shown a woman giving birth from the fanny-on view.

I'm now in Year 11 and I've never been shown anything so graphic (and frankly, disturbing) in a lesson since - not for Science, PSHE, nothing.

 

[Lemon Of Life]

Not that good, but I was feeding ducklings with my grandma, throwing crumbs at them from a bag and enjoying myself. Then this big red duck floats over, and eats one of the ducklings right in front of me. There was blood everywhere.

 

[Joa_Belgium]

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.

 

[Soren91]

Hmm I know it's not my most traumatic, but I almost fell out of a roller coaster. If my dad hadn't caught me I would have, my butt was probably 2 feet out of the seat by the time he did. My kids will never be in the back car of a roller coaster that only has a bar across their lap to keep them in. It would have been much less scary if it wasn't the highest roller coaster anywhere near here, on the highest peak of the coaster.

 

[IckleMissMayhem]

This traumatised me aged about 2-3. Never watched that show again.

 

[BiscuitTrouser]

I'll never forget this one, i still have a deep running fear of anything yellow and black. When i was 8 i went into my room for some reason when my toe went numb. I looked down and a hornet at least an inch and a bit long was driving its sting repeatedly into the soft end of my toe. I just kind of froze with shock, i always hated wasps (23 stings so far) and i think part of me snapped as a small innocent 8 year old. I grabbed the hornet in my hand and crushed it getting the sting in my palm again. That toe hurt for days. Damn i hate wasps.

 

[T-Bone24]

When I was 10 or so, I got tonsilitis for the 2nd time. They were all swollen and I had a pretty nasty cough with it. So I would cough and then breathe in immediately afterwards because people need to breathe, dammit. Once, though, I coughed too hard or something and my tonsils, being all swollen, blocked up my airway. You have no idea how horrifying it is nearly choking to death on your own tonsils, and I couldn't even yell. Thankfully, and I don't know how, I managed to dislodge them after about 10-15 seconds of pure terror.

 

[teh_saminator]

for me it would probably either be the time i got my finger near-crushed by a piece of play equipment ( i was 6 at the time but i still vividly remember, Im 16 now), the time I nearly drowned at a water park or the time i accidently got a mouthful of sodium hydroxide. not that traumatising but yeah i have a feeling i cant remember anything better cause the memory has been repressed

 

[Mighty Lighty]

Optimus Prime's death.

Fuck you, Hasbro.

I wake up screaming

 

[Jammerz]

I found a Golden Retriever and had many adventures with it, only for it to get rabies. Forcing me to shoot it.

You shot it?

no its a reference from the movie "Old Yeller" too bad I dnt get a cookie for the reference

 

[Mighty Lighty]

Great!, now I`m sad for christmas thanks alot guys

 

[Plinglebob]

My dad attempted suicide when I was 15. I say it was traumatic but thats only because I can't remember anything about it as I've sub-conciously blanked it all from my memory.

 

[FastFoot92]

When I was like 8 I had a really realistic dream that the zombie virus had manifested itself and that the only people left non-zombiefied were me and my family.In the dream we were constanly living in fear of being found by them and being killed,whilst slowly running out of food and we had nothing to defend ourselvess(no guns in Irealnd really)

The whole zombie thing might seem cool to me now but as a kid fearing for his family's existence it was scary as shit.Even more so when my sister somehow got the virus and my dad had to beat her to death with a golf club(telling my friend this he couldn't stop laughing)

It might just have been a dream but going to school later on that day my mind hd already convincid me that everyone one was dead or trying to kill me.For weeks after I just really couldn't have been bothered to do anything ecause my brain had convinced me that there was no point.

That or my appendicitus and the abcess after it whilst on holidays

 

[stranger2012]

I watched my uncle, whom I was very close to, both mentally and physically deteriorate slowly from the age of three until he died when I was twelve.

This greatly affected my mother as well, she spiralled into depression and developed a drinking habit, she became angry and violent. I was considered at risk by the family court and often required assistance from the police to get out of my own home.

Others clearly have it worse off, but that's just my childhood memory.

 

[Azaradel]

When I was around 10, I had a friend that tripped and took a plunge through a glass door, cutting up his right arm really bad. There was something unreal about how he got up, dazed, and the few seconds of confusion before he realized that there was blood everywhere. I can still remember the absolute panic while running to get help.

After a trip to the emergency room and several stitches, he was fine though, but there was a moment when we (probably attributed to our young age, since, in retrospect, the accident was hardly as traumatizingly horrifying as I remember it) thought he was going to die.