The most traumatizing moment in your life
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A lot of my childhood was pretty messed up. On Saturdays I would be brought on a 8 hour round trip to visit my sisters in a mental hospital. (Eating disorders; not getting into it over the internet)
The most traumatic experience I can recall was when one of those same sisters nearly killed herself by overdosing on perscription sleepers and painkillers and alcohol. She had also locked herself in her room so we had to get a neighbour to kick down the door after she wouldn't respond. At this point I had actually thought that she might be dead. Luckily she was rushed to hospital where she spent several days, and is now fine (apart from the life-destroying eating disorder).
The most traumatic experience I can recall was when one of those same sisters nearly killed herself by overdosing on perscription sleepers and painkillers and alcohol. She had also locked herself in her room so we had to get a neighbour to kick down the door after she wouldn't respond. At this point I had actually thought that she might be dead. Luckily she was rushed to hospital where she spent several days, and is now fine (apart from the life-destroying eating disorder).
For me its probably the house fire a few weeks ago. Some local cockface drug dealer decided to force us out of our home, there were incidents of windows being smashed, and it escalated until someone pushed a bin against our front door and set it alight. This melted the PVC door and smoke billowed throughout the house. My mum managed to wake me up and call 999. The suffocation was the most terrifying thing ever. Excruciating pain and violently throwing up, and afterwards going back into the smoke damaged house and trying to salvage stuff like a notice board of stuff that reminded me of my girlfriend (cinema tickets, photos, etc)and family photos, stuff of my dads (who passed away five years ago). And this also prevented me from going to my final (and only) uni exam. Thankfully they let me do it the next week rather than august so I could graduate with my class 
About 4 weeks ago I got a really big boulder on my back, (about 3 ton). Broke 6 "muscleholds", compressed 2 vertebra, and crushed my right foot. Been in a weelchair until last monday. But now Iam atleast walking on crutches. And no painkillers!
To sound a bit "opraha like" Iam felling happy about going to the toilet by myslef! To be able to take a shower is a godsend! My girlfriend has been wonderfull, and so has the hospital personal, but serious you have to get on by yourself. always forward. pergite
To sound a bit "opraha like" Iam felling happy about going to the toilet by myslef! To be able to take a shower is a godsend! My girlfriend has been wonderfull, and so has the hospital personal, but serious you have to get on by yourself. always forward. pergite
It's a tough job expressing that without sounding all emo. Girlfriend broke up with me... Found out she had a relation with my 'best friend' a week later. Went to another school at that point and the rest of my 'friends' didn't give a shit about what happened to me. Took me about 3 years to calm down about it to the point where I would no longer attempt to strangle the ***** on sight if I ever saw him.
Needless to say, the experience changed me quite a bit. I don't really let anybody come close to me anymore - aside from the people who were already close to me when it happened (family and perhaps one or two other folks), I wouldn't be really affected if everybody I've met since then died from one day onto the other.
Needless to say, the experience changed me quite a bit. I don't really let anybody come close to me anymore - aside from the people who were already close to me when it happened (family and perhaps one or two other folks), I wouldn't be really affected if everybody I've met since then died from one day onto the other.
Another thing that happened to me was in the last week of last year's school year. Here's some backround information:
[link]http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.114769?page=1[/link]
So anyway. I was walking home from school when a blue van pulls up to the curb. To boys jump out, grab me and throw me into the van. They wrap me in duct tape and then begin playing with my head and body (and yes they groped me), essentially turning me into their mummified doll. They then drop me off in front of my school and drive off.
[link]http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.114769?page=1[/link]
So anyway. I was walking home from school when a blue van pulls up to the curb. To boys jump out, grab me and throw me into the van. They wrap me in duct tape and then begin playing with my head and body (and yes they groped me), essentially turning me into their mummified doll. They then drop me off in front of my school and drive off.
I was at an archery range with some friends of mine, and we were practicing for some for a tournament we were making between some known people, and everything was going good, but when we were about to leave, a man came to us and started to ask us some question, mostly about his house being robber or something. I was too tired to pay attention to my friends talking to me some minutes before, let alone to that random guy. Then shit hit the fan, as I see him taking out a bloody shotgun and pointing it at my guts. Needless to say, my skin turned whiter than snow and almost crapped my pants, while some of my friends fell on the ground with sheer fear, and I recall that one of them was even crying.
Some minutes passed with him pointing the gun at me and yelling about his house, and he just turned his back at us and walking away.
We were just looking at each other and asking "What the hell just happened here?". We packed and we left, and we were way too afraid of looking back.
Now I can relax a bit more as I called the cops as soon as I got home, and some days later they informed me that they caught some suspects and wanted me to identify which one of them was the aggressor.
I won't ever forget that bloody day for the rest of my life.
Some minutes passed with him pointing the gun at me and yelling about his house, and he just turned his back at us and walking away.
We were just looking at each other and asking "What the hell just happened here?". We packed and we left, and we were way too afraid of looking back.
Now I can relax a bit more as I called the cops as soon as I got home, and some days later they informed me that they caught some suspects and wanted me to identify which one of them was the aggressor.
I won't ever forget that bloody day for the rest of my life.
Mehquiet_samurai said:
You know, I was just going to use your post as an example of something truly traumatizing.Nimbus said:
Also, I've already said the internet. My parents' awful relationship, my mom's alcoholism, and the cancer I had are things that could traumatize people, but not me. I don't care that much, I don't care that much, and I loved it because my chances of dieing were really low and I got a lot of time off from school. But the internet! THE INTERNET!
........O_O , how the fuck did you start off with the story in the OP instead of this.... This, is actually excusably traumatizing, that other thing was no where near traumatizing.Suiseiseki IRL said:
It's almost funny.
"One time, I ate Mc Donalds. Also, my whole family was badly killed and mutilated in front of me"
I was exagerating the thinness in the other thread. It was just how well we could hear the couple. Either they were using megaphones or the walls were thin enough to punch through.Syntax Error said:
I have no way of knowing just how thin the wall was, but if I had to guess it was probably a quarter to a half inch.
Yeah im not one for giving out deep personal information on the internet, but ill give you one small example for the hell of it.
The worst for me is probably one of the most tame, when they hospitalised me for my skin condition (it breaks out when im really stressed or depressed) the reason I am fucking terrified of hospitals and pills always have been probably due to the way doctors handled my grans cancer horribly, amputation and lots of painkillers.
The worst for me is probably one of the most tame, when they hospitalised me for my skin condition (it breaks out when im really stressed or depressed) the reason I am fucking terrified of hospitals and pills always have been probably due to the way doctors handled my grans cancer horribly, amputation and lots of painkillers.
HOLY S**T! That makes What I was about to say pale in comparison!SlainPwner666 said:
(what I was about to say being: drunkenly abused when I was a child, racially discriminated against at BOTH schools I want to, knocking myself unconcious and inducing partial amnesia the first time I rode a bike, having a tree branch shoved up my pants for admitting to liking lord of the rings, and watching my grandfather, great-aunt, sister, and someone else who I didn't know die in front of me. But it's okay now; I was handling corpses by age twelve, so I'm desensitized...)
...Looking back, I just realized that I hate everyone.
Oh I see, but that's nothing. I walked in on my parents going at it. Beat that!Suiseiseki IRL said: