They apparently had to set up helplines fr traumatised kids all over the US.Shycte said:
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I don't really feel the need to add mine, but I'll tell a sad story my principal told me.
In Arizona, alot of people own Pit-bulls. ALOT. Of people. And many of those times the pit-bull isn't correctly trained or is just left out to wander. My Principal's neighbour, a convicted felon, had about three pit-bulls. In my Principal's back yard a loving family owned a small family of Doberman Pinchers, all for show business. The neighbour who mostly owned the pinchers was a 7 or 8 year old child. He let the little pinchers out in the back yard and went to do something. Well the felon's dogs were out too, so they hopped the fence to where the pinchers were.
My principal's dog was absolutely going batshit insane in his yard, trying to hop the fence and such. (He was a german shepard/labrador mix)
Needless to say, the Pit-bulls tore the family of pinchers apart and were actually EATING them. The boy came out and saw the frenzied mass of tramatizing death and just about screamed his head off. Pit-bulls hopped back over to their fence and just acted like nothing happenned. The MOTHER FUCKING S.W.A.T. TEAM came over to take the dogs. The dogs tried to attack them and they shot them all.
My principal said there was blood stained all over the walls from where the pitbulls had jumped.. The pitbulls had taken about two puppies over the fence with them...
In Arizona, alot of people own Pit-bulls. ALOT. Of people. And many of those times the pit-bull isn't correctly trained or is just left out to wander. My Principal's neighbour, a convicted felon, had about three pit-bulls. In my Principal's back yard a loving family owned a small family of Doberman Pinchers, all for show business. The neighbour who mostly owned the pinchers was a 7 or 8 year old child. He let the little pinchers out in the back yard and went to do something. Well the felon's dogs were out too, so they hopped the fence to where the pinchers were.
My principal's dog was absolutely going batshit insane in his yard, trying to hop the fence and such. (He was a german shepard/labrador mix)
Needless to say, the Pit-bulls tore the family of pinchers apart and were actually EATING them. The boy came out and saw the frenzied mass of tramatizing death and just about screamed his head off. Pit-bulls hopped back over to their fence and just acted like nothing happenned. The MOTHER FUCKING S.W.A.T. TEAM came over to take the dogs. The dogs tried to attack them and they shot them all.
My principal said there was blood stained all over the walls from where the pitbulls had jumped.. The pitbulls had taken about two puppies over the fence with them...
Looking back, all I can remember is one day appearing in the middle of the goddamn railway with a train bearing down on me. It was no dream, because later that day I got the living hell belted out of me by doing such a stupid thing. And being seconds from complete asphyxiation by a goddamn bacon sandwich. In that order.
I guess the scary thing is that I have no memory of the morning before I ended in up on the rails, I can remember the day before and the day after, just not the morning. Something very strange happened.
My next one shouldn't count though, as it was earlier this year, during a driving lesson, I was nice to a bloke in a ute who looked like he was in a rush, and let him over take me.
Following him up a hill, a car comes barreling down, loses control and crashes into him, the driver having had a fit. He was prepared, and was only pushed backwards a bit, with the rear hitting a small tree.
But neither me, or the instructor next to me had seen it, and we were right behind him. In a small car, compared to her beefy Commodore. He even ssaid that, had it been us, we would have come out second best to the lady having a fit.
I guess the scary thing is that I have no memory of the morning before I ended in up on the rails, I can remember the day before and the day after, just not the morning. Something very strange happened.
My next one shouldn't count though, as it was earlier this year, during a driving lesson, I was nice to a bloke in a ute who looked like he was in a rush, and let him over take me.
Following him up a hill, a car comes barreling down, loses control and crashes into him, the driver having had a fit. He was prepared, and was only pushed backwards a bit, with the rear hitting a small tree.
But neither me, or the instructor next to me had seen it, and we were right behind him. In a small car, compared to her beefy Commodore. He even ssaid that, had it been us, we would have come out second best to the lady having a fit.
i think your's is so much traumatic because it's really deep and impacting. i mean you pretty much discovered the futilty of life at age 9 which is a pretty intense realization to come to at that age.mrhappyface said:
chin up
When I heard Sesame's Street's idea of changing Cookie Monster to Veggie Monster.
Or when I was a carefree six year old with my little friend Joey over. Our dog, Freska, an eleven year old husky and German shepard mix, was chained outside. She was a really nice dog and loved our family but her age took a tole, and she was blind at the time. So, my friend being some sort of supreme intellect decided it would be fun to walk up to her a poke her with a stick. After what I'm guessing five stabs, Freska lashes out and bites Joey in the stomach. I'm not sure what happened afterward, if we got sued or not, but I know two details: first Joey got some surgery and had to be fed with tubes for I-don't-know-how-long (he may still have them, he moved away maybe a year after the incident, not that I cared, he wasn't the funnest friend), second that we had to give away Freska. I remember, all of us packed into a minivan, with Freska, driving to the farm for half an hour, then saying good-bye to Freska forever.
We got another dog, Louie, a whippet-Border Collie mix, three years later from my aunt who kept moving because of my uncle's job and couldn't keep him. He's like nine right now, and he's pretty good. Actually, tomorrow will be the three-year anniversery of getting my dog, a little Jack Rusell-Fox Terrior mix.
Just a little happy note, for all the depressions.
Or when I was a carefree six year old with my little friend Joey over. Our dog, Freska, an eleven year old husky and German shepard mix, was chained outside. She was a really nice dog and loved our family but her age took a tole, and she was blind at the time. So, my friend being some sort of supreme intellect decided it would be fun to walk up to her a poke her with a stick. After what I'm guessing five stabs, Freska lashes out and bites Joey in the stomach. I'm not sure what happened afterward, if we got sued or not, but I know two details: first Joey got some surgery and had to be fed with tubes for I-don't-know-how-long (he may still have them, he moved away maybe a year after the incident, not that I cared, he wasn't the funnest friend), second that we had to give away Freska. I remember, all of us packed into a minivan, with Freska, driving to the farm for half an hour, then saying good-bye to Freska forever.
We got another dog, Louie, a whippet-Border Collie mix, three years later from my aunt who kept moving because of my uncle's job and couldn't keep him. He's like nine right now, and he's pretty good. Actually, tomorrow will be the three-year anniversery of getting my dog, a little Jack Rusell-Fox Terrior mix.
Just a little happy note, for all the depressions.
It is a horrible thing to hear, i know.Duskwaith said:
I really haven't had any traumatizing as a kid and i feel real lucky hearing about all the people's on this threads stories, some of you guys have had some bad/crazy stuff happen to you guys/girls. One thing that makes me sad is my uncle though who took Pot as a teenager and now after falling off a ladder, his mind is completely fucked up and all he does is wander, drink and talk nonsence.
Well, these are not as traumatic as some examples here, but I figure they're worth mentioning.
... 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
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.
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.
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
When I was about 5 or so, I suddenly realised that if I died and went to heaven, I would exist for all eternity. For about 30 minutes my poor young mind tried to comprehend eternity. I nearly had a mental breakdown. My parents came in and saw me sitting on my bed, rocking back and forth and sobbing.
I just couldnt take it. Even to this day (Im 15), if my mind lingers on the subject for too long I can feel my sanity leaving me.
It had to be the most traumatizing event of my young life.
I just couldnt take it. Even to this day (Im 15), if my mind lingers on the subject for too long I can feel my sanity leaving me.
It had to be the most traumatizing event of my young life.
put a fucking warning before you type that shit! i almost choked on the pizza i was eating!Souplex said:
Oh yes, I just remembered another one.
When I was 11(I know not young, but anyways..), I had a bizarre nightmare. I was in a cave, in a box, and when I peeked over the top, I saw two green eyes staring at me. I hid in the box, but the creature came, samshed open the box and scared the living s"" out of me. Now HERE is where it gets scary.
I woke up, and stayed in the dream at the same time.
I mean, I could feel my blanket, and I saw a hazy image of my room, but the green eyes were still there and I was still terrified. I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth. Then I suddenly woke up.
Other night fears include the time when I could feel something perched on my chest but couldnt turn my head to see what it was, and while I was sleeping, something tugged at my leg. And I keep my bedroom door locked.
When I was 11(I know not young, but anyways..), I had a bizarre nightmare. I was in a cave, in a box, and when I peeked over the top, I saw two green eyes staring at me. I hid in the box, but the creature came, samshed open the box and scared the living s"" out of me. Now HERE is where it gets scary.
I woke up, and stayed in the dream at the same time.
I mean, I could feel my blanket, and I saw a hazy image of my room, but the green eyes were still there and I was still terrified. I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth. Then I suddenly woke up.
Other night fears include the time when I could feel something perched on my chest but couldnt turn my head to see what it was, and while I was sleeping, something tugged at my leg. And I keep my bedroom door locked.
now just imagine if you went to hell.....UFriday said:
an eternity of nothing but torture and pain.
When I was about 5, I decided to gorge myself on strawberries. I spent the rest of the night puking red.
About 3 years later, I had a sleepover at my friends house. He kept his room pitch black, as in you could not see anything at all. The darkness got to me eventually, and I proceeded to stumble out of his room and heaved all over the floor of his parent's bathroom, which was conveniently located right across the hall.
About 3 years later, I had a sleepover at my friends house. He kept his room pitch black, as in you could not see anything at all. The darkness got to me eventually, and I proceeded to stumble out of his room and heaved all over the floor of his parent's bathroom, which was conveniently located right across the hall.
