The most traumatizing moment in your life

[Agent Larkin]

I spent two years in a school that actively discourages individualism. I hate conformists. I spent two years getting actively bullied by students and teachers. I attempted suicide 3 times in those two years. That school made me the cynic un-trusting bastard I am today.

 

[la-le-lu-li-lo]

i won't say traumatizing because after what i've read on here i don't think anything i've experienced can be considered traumatizing.

though i will say, emotionally damaging...

when my best friend tried to and very nearly succeeded in killing herself in 7th grade. and then dealing with the ignorant kids at school making jokes about it. angriest i've ever been. dealing the repercussions of getting her help, and the betrayal she saw it as.

needless to say it's one of the big causes to my lack of emotion.

 

[chaosfenrir]

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Are you tired of being the weird person that no one will talk to? Tell your tale and/or thoughts:

I was born with naturally red eyes (genetic defect) yet my right is darker than my left (which is also my worst eye). All my life I have been called a "witch", a "demon", and "the daughter of Satan" by people who saw my eyes. My parents were banned from their church because of this, and they've never forgiven me for it.

This changed (somewhat) in 2004 when I had to get corrective lenses for my left eye which was becoming worse, and contacts were my only option. I wanted to get a different colored iris to hide my left eye so my optometrist decided to make it green since green is the pposite of red

on the color spectrum. So I ended up looking like Suiseiseki prior to Rozen Maiden. This was not a problem until I enter high school 3 years ago, and by then a few had seen RM. So then I became the laughing stock of my school.

Now they call me a "nerd" and a cosplayer" and that I dyed my hair brown (which I didn't). My reputation is so trashed at school that no one will talk to me except for my boyfriend will talk to me. I have to keep Clorox wipes in my locker because someone writes "Desu" all over my locker every day. It gets even worse when I get home, where my parents want nothing to do with me.

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I see the thread =)
No offence meant, but i guess you live in America. I'm not sure, but i doubt you would get that kind of treatment in my country. The christian's here are generally more liberal, and not enuf ppl would get the anime reference (I don't)

But i guess it depends on wat school u go to. My schools' people are generally nice and accepting and it has a more liberal culture...

But I'm guessing you're not a Christian huh? But forget everyone else, if they dun realise that that's juz the way u are and they dun even bother asking, or if they just decide to go with the flow, they can go to hell, they're all idiots

Also, some of the stuff there is really traumatic... I've lived more or less a relatively sheltered and lucky life so there's no way i can know how u guys feel, but my hearts out to all of you!

 

[WaffleTron]

I don't have anything terribly elaborate, but when I was about 4-7 my older sister used to sexually abuse me. At this point I'm very uncomfortable getting close to anyone.
And a little more recently there were two instances where I did finally let myself get close to someone emotionally, and both times I was lied to and it was just a joke to them.

 

[razer17]

I'll try. My parents don't acknowledge my existence because my red eyes got them banned from their church. I'm their f**king daughter for crist's sake.

holy crap! that's just... i dont even know what to describe that as.
this is just another reason i dislike religion.

There was one time when i was set up on by a group of three people, who snuck up behind me and got me to the ground and started pumelling me. in the dead of night in the middle of a field. that was scary. luckily i was saved by a friends quick actions and willingness to use a £30 snooker cue on their heads. Not really traumatising, but i did avoid that field after dark after that.

there was also a time when for two weeks before and after school i had to sneak to school to avoid a group of 4 guys who wanted to kick the crap out of me. although to be honest the adrenaline rush of not being caught was pretty good.

 

[razer17]

Yeah, umm... Believe it or not, it still isn't really something I want to know. Seeing as he's 51 and he's, you know, my dad and everything.

well have fun in the knowledge that atleast half of the guys you will meet probably watch porn. and 25% of girls. it's no more disgusting no matter who it is, unless you catch them watching it.

 

[IrrelevantTangent]

Well, I guess there's really only one major problem in my life right now...there was this forum I used to frequent, like this one, in that it wasn't devoted to any one thing and there were plenty of threads devoted to off-topic things, but the main difference was....the rules were, shall we say, open to interpretation. And by that, I mean they didn't have any. There were no language filters either, so calling people 'faggots' wasn't crossing the line at all, at least not in their eyes, and the mods were often as biased as the people they reprimanded.

I tried to integrate myself into their community, tried to fit in, see if there was any place for me, but trouble ensued somewhere along the line and I said and did a few things I wasn't proud of. The sheer amount of hate I got for that was staggering. Over a dozen threads were devoted to hating me and me alone, and even when their forum died, its founder made a new forum, with a different name, and proceeded to let the forumgoers violate the rules just as often as in the original forum, with hate threads for all.

I ended up joining on the new forum, posted an apology saying that what I did was wrong and that I was sorry, and that I wouldn't be bothering them again, and a few hours later when I just looked back into the thread, offline....again, the amount of hate I got for that can't be measured just with words. I was mocked, laughed at, and banned, presumably for daring to post in their forum, but more likely because one of the mods hated me more than the others.

It was one of the worst experiences of my entire life and by far one of the most humiliating. And still, their community is going strong, making fun of me on a routine basis. I know I should be over this by now. I should stop thinking about this and just think, 'they're just trolls, you shouldn't be so concerned with the vitriol they spew', but it keeps haunting my mind and I can't stop dwelling on it.


And the moral of this story, Uncle Oracle? Inspect every forum you decide to join THOROUGHLY and make sure it's a place you want to join. Examine the atmosphere, the clientele, the usual threads made. Make certain it won't be a place you'll be sticking out in. Oh, and trolls are bad or something. I didn't say this Aesop would be entirely intact.

Oh, and the assholes that called themselves mods and that ran the community in question stickied a thread I made, one that sincerely apologized to the community and said I wouldn't bother them again, and went ahead and made fun of me for it, over and over and over again.

The best part? I can't do a frakking thing about it. There's no one to report them to. The forum belongs to them. If I join again and tell them to stop, they'll mercilessly make fun of me for it, and nothing will happen.

I guess the whole moral of this story, like I've said before, is that the Source is filled with assholes and trolls.

 

[Zombie_Fish]

Yeah, umm... Believe it or not, it still isn't really something I want to know. Seeing as he's 51 and he's, you know, my dad and everything.

well have fun in the knowledge that atleast half of the guys you will meet probably watch porn. and 25% of girls. it's no more disgusting no matter who it is, unless you catch them watching it.

Like I said, I don't care about the stats, I just don't want to know which specific people do it. Especially if they're 51 and am in any way related to me.

 

[draxious]

mine was when i fell down the stairs recently and thats when i realized we're getting weaker sure i knew but thats when i found out

 

[Goldeneye103X2]

I've never had anything completely traumatizing.

uh......

Except maybe being beaten up and then stamped on my head. By a guy slightly shorter than me.

Or trying free running on a wet day.

Uh, yeah, you can guess the rest.

 

[ae86gamer]

I saw some dead guy who was covered in blood and glass in the middle of the street. Apparently there was an accident and he was sent flying through the windshield.

 

[veryboringfact]

first acid trip.

people tell you what to expect, but....

 

[Shapsters]

Seeing the birth of my son. Normaly that would be an awesome exprience, but since his mother has taken him away from me and I know I will probably never see him again except maybe in pictures, it's an event that keeps me up at night. Best day of my life. Been living in a nightmare ever since.

:'( You didn't get any custody or anything!? No rights to see him, he is your son!

When I was in the hospital after an operation, I had a consistent nosebleed for 30+ hours. That whole hospital stay was awful.

 

[bodyklok]

Well I can think of two events and one period of my life that were pretty traumatising, not on the scale of some of the other things mentioned here but they were still pretty hard to deal with.

In order of least to most traumatising, the first was when I was young (7, I think) I watched Night of the Living dead. Gave me night mares for years. The second was when a guy called Stewart tried to kill me by running me over with his motorcycle, I was almost seconds away from death when my mum grabbed me and pulled me out of the way.

The third, and worse, went on untill I was 9. My dad died when I was three, I have no memory's of him, two years later my mum started going out with a man named Stewart (See above) to cut a long story short he used to beat her or smash her house up at lest once a week. The one memory that stands out was seeing her with a broken nose and black eye (This happened several times) when I went to primary school, which was by the way also quite bad, (This is a trend that continued all the way up to high school) anyway like I said this went on until I was 9 and then she finally got the courage to move away and was able to start living again.

On a side note,

I'll try. My parents don't acknowledge my existence because my red eyes got them banned from their church. I'm their fucking daughter for crist's sake.

You've got red eyes? Keeewl. I'd love to know a girl with red and green eyes. But anyway, you don't need to censor you own posts on the internet. No minds you saying fuck.

 

[MikeTheElf]

When I was about 10 years old, I decided to have a friendly race with one of my pals. Being a conceited little tool, I was on foot and he on bicycle. We raced from the far end of the block to my house, I had a 5 second head-start. Surprisingly enough, I was winning, until I tripped just a house and a half away from the finish line. He then proceeded to run over me, as I laid on the ground. Keep in mind, he was at least a full house's distance from me, and had to go out of his way to run me over.

That's when I stopped trusting friends.

I don't trust people in the first place. But something similar happened to me. We were racing, I was on foot and 'friend' (No idea why I was this jackass' friend) was on his bike. I was winning, but he grabbed my shirt and accelerated. I was then dragged on the ground for about 50ft. So I got really pissed off and tried to beat the crap out of him, despite my cuts and bruises. He left on the bike and I haven't talked to the guy since then. Considering I was eight years old, yeah. That's some scary stuff.

I couldn't even move; I was left bleeding out in the middle of the street. My younger sister, who had been watching, ran inside to tell my parents, "Michael's dying in the middle of the street!". My dad proceeded to verbally beat the shit out of the kid, who has been since afraid to talk to me, let alone come near my house.

 

[Joshimodo]

Honestly couldn't put all of them here, nor could I think which is the most significant.

I had my nose broken, skull fractured and knocked out (not to mention many wounds and bruises) from being put on a slide while riding a trike when I was 3.

My shed was at the bottom of the slide, and I broke the door through with my face, and then half of the shed collapsed on me.



Another incident involving my nose-I was pinned to a fence, then my nose was almost entirely bitten off by my then-best friend, when I was about 5 or 6. Thankfully they were able to repair the piece left, and the cartilage regrew and healed.


Another thing (while not so much traumatising mentally, it certainly was scary and great fun)was when my mum and oldest sister (who are both 4th dan Judo sensei) were going to a tournament with the Judo club they ran. 2 full minibuses, and a transit van filled with Judo mats.

Guess who rode over 200 miles while holding onto the roof of the van? I was quite secure and volunteered, so it wasn't negligence!

 

[Cowabungaa]

Told this story before, but here goes:
When I was about 10 years old I was bullied a lot. Now that's nothing odd ofcourse, not even the fact that no one really helped with it (teachers, parents, no one) is that wierd or traumatising. That was untill one day, after school, my regular bullies chased me. They always did that, usually untill the end of the playground (needless to say I was the fastest kid on the school, I had to be).

This time was different though, they decided to have a little more fun with me this time, and they chased me far beyond the playground, through the whole village. After biking for gods know how long, I found a secluded little playground where I hid my bike and myself. I don't remember how long I was hiding there, but I do remember that they found out where I was. They drove me into a corner on top of one of those big climbing and slide combination things and holding me at a knife point telling me to 'stay away from us, or we'll poke a hole in that belly' or something along those lines. After doing a feeble attempt to trash my bike (glad they didn't succeed, or else I really would've been in trouble) they ran away cackling.

That wasn't the worst though. The worst was that apperantly, my 2 'best friends' followed them or followed me and ratted me out. After the bullies left, and I stood there, shocked and trembling, I saw my 2 friends standing at the edge of the playground. I cried and begged for help, but all they did was laugh. They laughed so hard, ran away and left me all alone. My parents and teacher apperantly didn't beleive what happened, or didn't think it was that bad. Whatever was the case; no one helped me.

I think that that event really scarred me for life. I can honestly say that, till this day, I haven't made a single real friend. No one. I don't know why, I just can't, and I don't feel happy about it. Heck, I don't feel happy at all, I can't remember being happy, I really can't. All I can remember is being happy for other people, when they got something or achieved something. Never had anything comparable for myself.
I sound like a whiner, don't I?

 

[Agent Larkin]

Told this story before, but here goes:
When I was about 10 years old I was bullied a lot. Now that's nothing odd ofcourse, not even the fact that no one really helped with it (teachers, parents, no one) is that wierd or traumatising. That was untill one day, after school, my regular bullies chased me. They always did that, usually untill the end of the playground (needless to say I was the fastest kid on the school, I had to be).

This time was different though, they decided to have a little more fun with me this time, and they chased me far beyond the playground, through the whole village. After biking for gods know how long, I found a secluded little playground where I hid my bike and myself. I don't remember how long I was hiding there, but I do remember that they found out where I was. They drove me into a corner on top of one of those big climbing and slide combination things and holding me at a knife point telling me to 'stay away from us, or we'll poke a hole in that belly' or something along those lines. After doing a feeble attempt to trash my bike (glad they didn't succeed, or else I really would've been in trouble) they ran away cackling.

That wasn't the worst though. The worst was that apperantly, my 2 'best friends' followed them or followed me and ratted me out. After the bullies left, and I stood there, shocked and trembling, I saw my 2 friends standing at the edge of the playground. I cried and begged for help, but all they did was laugh. They laughed so hard, ran away and left me all alone. My parents and teacher apperantly didn't beleive what happened, or didn't think it was that bad. Whatever was the case; no one helped me.

I think that that event really scarred me for life. I can honestly say that, till this day, I haven't made a single real friend. No one. I don't know why, I just can't, and I don't feel happy about it. Heck, I don't feel happy at all, I can't remember being happy, I really can't. All I can remember is being happy for other people, when they got something or achieved something. Never had anything comparable for myself.
I sound like a whiner, don't I?

(I don't mean this sarcasticly)
Welcome to the club of despair. And no you don't sound like a whiner. Shit like that affects you that bad you have permission to complain all you want about it.

 

[Cowabungaa]

(I don't mean this sarcasticly)
Welcome to the club of despair. And no you don't sound like a whiner. Shit like that affects you that bad you have permission to complain all you want about it.

Thanks, it's appreciated (really is). I might have to find a therapist for it though, it could really hinder my progress in life. Heck I think it's already doing that.

 

[Agent Larkin]

(I don't mean this sarcasticly)
Welcome to the club of despair. And no you don't sound like a whiner. Shit like that affects you that bad you have permission to complain all you want about it.

Thanks, it's appreciated (really is). I might have to find a therapist for it though, it could really hinder my progress in life. Heck I think it's already doing that.

Trust me it won't hinder your progress in life. "The world is your Mollusc" trust me it is. I have spent years in depression and am afraid to leave my own house but I know one day I will perceiver. You don't need a therapist to learn how to live. You don't forget what happened but you don't dwell on it. I use my Trauma as a bookmark (for lack of a better word) in my life. It made me who I am.