Your Most Traumatic Childhood Memory

[captainwillies]

Walking the couple of blocks from school to where my mom was working at the time. It was a small town so things were supposed to be safe. I was about 9 or 10 at the time and kids walked home like this all the time. I suddenly find myself walking alone when a guy in a black car pulls up and starts asking for directions, I tell him, he says he can't find it on his own and asks for my help, says it'll just take a minute and he'll even pay me, says how helpful and thankful he'll be. I, at the time, believe in helping other people and say I'll gladly help him, tossing every freakin' lesson learned from afterschool programs straight out the window. Last thing I remember is getting in the car and him sticking a rag over my face. Next I can remember I woke up in the woods, bruised and bloody. They never found the guy, and I'm still not entirely sure if I was just lucky enough to be unconcious for whatever happened or if I've suppressed the hell out of that memory, either way there's just a blank spot.

Shattered my happy little childhood, took away my innocence, and made me afriad wherer I'd never felt fear before, I'd say it's pretty flippin' traumatic.

damn thats hardcore...but you were nine years old and he was a good actor nobody can be that well prepared. the after-school programs are just there to give people the illusion of safety, if hes a good enough "actor" he'll get what he wants.

Probably the physical and emotional abuse:

- Throwing me by my hair into furniture and kicking me when I tried to get up.

- Telling me I a was a worthless fool and threatening to disown me for not believing in God.

- Being told what to say when cops visited my home along with child protective services. Cleaning up extra-tidy right before the inspections.

But now I'm the classiest of the white trash in my family, and completely independent.

WHO'S LAUGHING NAO!? HAHA!

dude.....thats hardcore....are u british? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oz1JrNNsoxs

Probably the time in year 6 when I mouthed off to some popular jerk that he was an idiot (or something like that anyway, I was very much convinced of my own superiority and not shy about telling people how crap I thought they were). He didn't take it so well and smashed my head into a wall. Then he kicked me afterward because I said real men don't beat up on girls.

your a very brave person. never change.

 

[Ridergurl10]

Well mine is kind of lame, but it still sticks with me today:
When I was two or three my parents took me to the zoo and I got to pet a sheep. While this sheep baaed right in my face and now I jump evertime I hear a baa (no I'm not kidding). Sheep are devils and they make devil noises . . . scary

You probably wouldn't like my stuffed animal sheep hand-puppet with built-in "baaa" voicebox then... I think sheep are adorable.

Ummm . . .no . . . seriously devil noises . . .

 

[Rocksa]

Walking the couple of blocks from school to where my mom was working at the time. It was a small town so things were supposed to be safe. I was about 9 or 10 at the time and kids walked home like this all the time. I suddenly find myself walking alone when a guy in a black car pulls up and starts asking for directions, I tell him, he says he can't find it on his own and asks for my help, says it'll just take a minute and he'll even pay me, says how helpful and thankful he'll be. I, at the time, believe in helping other people and say I'll gladly help him, tossing every freakin' lesson learned from afterschool programs straight out the window. Last thing I remember is getting in the car and him sticking a rag over my face. Next I can remember I woke up in the woods, bruised and bloody. They never found the guy, and I'm still not entirely sure if I was just lucky enough to be unconcious for whatever happened or if I've suppressed the hell out of that memory, either way there's just a blank spot.

Shattered my happy little childhood, took away my innocence, and made me afriad wherer I'd never felt fear before, I'd say it's pretty flippin' traumatic.

I want to say you win the thread, but that seems ban-ably inappropriate =p.

Glad you're strong and capable enough to share it.

Thank you, and I apologize to anybody that might take offense to it. I wasn't trying to be innapropriate in any way, just sharing a traumatic moment as the thread was created for.

 

[ChickDangerous]

your a very brave person. never change.

Thank you. Most people would just say I was stupid. I have no sense of self preservation when I'm mad.

 

[captainwillies]

Probably when I was around 10, my father just got put in prison for defending my mother against a guy who attacked her, one month later while she still visited my father telling him she loved him she went to a bar, brought some asshole him and fucked him. When I heard a weird noise and walked in, naturally got mad a bashed a few holes in the wall she attacked me, beat me up and told me if I told my father and he killed himself that it would be my fault.
Hence my hatred and distrust of women started. 14 years later and I still hate the *****. (well hated, she died recently so YAY)
I think I hate her even more now because of the effect that memory has on all my relationships.

damn...but how's your dad? is he ok? did he get out? did you ever tell him? is your relationship with him still good?

 

[Ignignoct]

Walking the couple of blocks from school to where my mom was working at the time. It was a small town so things were supposed to be safe. I was about 9 or 10 at the time and kids walked home like this all the time. I suddenly find myself walking alone when a guy in a black car pulls up and starts asking for directions, I tell him, he says he can't find it on his own and asks for my help, says it'll just take a minute and he'll even pay me, says how helpful and thankful he'll be. I, at the time, believe in helping other people and say I'll gladly help him, tossing every freakin' lesson learned from afterschool programs straight out the window. Last thing I remember is getting in the car and him sticking a rag over my face. Next I can remember I woke up in the woods, bruised and bloody. They never found the guy, and I'm still not entirely sure if I was just lucky enough to be unconcious for whatever happened or if I've suppressed the hell out of that memory, either way there's just a blank spot.

Shattered my happy little childhood, took away my innocence, and made me afriad wherer I'd never felt fear before, I'd say it's pretty flippin' traumatic.

I want to say you win the thread, but that seems ban-ably inappropriate =p.

Glad you're strong and capable enough to share it.

Thank you, and I apologize to anybody that might take offense to it. I wasn't trying to be innapropriate in any way, just sharing a traumatic moment as the thread was created for.

HAH! No, I meant I'd be banned =p. You didn't do nothing wrong.

Yeah, that double negative is just to irk the grammar nazis here.

 

[AkJay]

seeing my mom passed out drunk on the bathroom floor, and then hearing of her death from my dad.

 

[Psypherus]

Sigh parents having sex.

This. Multiple times

 

[EeveeElectro]

Probably the physical and emotional abuse:

- Throwing me by my hair into furniture and kicking me when I tried to get up.

- Telling me I a was a worthless fool and threatening to disown me for not believing in God.

- Being told what to say when cops visited my home along with child protective services. Cleaning up extra-tidy right before the inspections.

But now I'm the classiest of the white trash in my family, and completely independent.

WHO'S LAUGHING NAO!? HAHA!

Edit: Oh, and my brother's attempts at suicide, because he was my only real family growing up.

Edit 2: Probably the suicide attempts was the most traumatic, to answer the OP directly. It still affects my behavior to this day.

I don't even know you and I want to give you a massive hug!
What goes around comes around, eh?


Can't think of anything too traumatic from my childhood.
My sister beating me and smacking me about, but older siblings usually beat up the younger ones so that's not too bad.
Nearly falling of a cliff when I was younger but someone pulled me back.
That's about it, really.

 

[Cowabungaa]

Shared this story already, but meeh it fits the thread and I'm bored:
My whole childhood was pretty traumatic. My biggest fear was the schoolbell, since it always ment running for my life (I bet that I never was in life danger, obviously, but it felt like it) from the bullies. They usually chased me untill the schoolfences, after that I was usually on the home straight. Ofcourse that sounds like nothing special, but no one really helped me. My parents didn't take it that seriously, and my teacher ignored it. Anyway, one day they apperantly decided to have a little more fun with me, sp they chased me through the entire village untill I found a hidden little playground. I thought I was safe hidden in some play thing (even tucked away my bike). But then my 2 (only real and best) friends came along and ofcourse: ratted me out. Then those bloodhounds chased me in another play thing, cornered me and threatned me with a knife saying things like "stay away from us or we'll poke this in your belly" (wich made it even more harse, because obviously they always chased me, and not the other way around) or something like that, I actually really feared for my life. After that they tried to trash my bike (glad they failed, or else I would've been in even more trouble at home) and went away. My 'friends' did the same, they just laughed at me and ran off. So there I was, alone, without any help from my parents, teachers or 'friends'. I'de say it's my most traumatic moment because I think it still affects me, almost 10 years later. It's not that I don't trust people, but I just can't really attach myself to anyone anymore. Whenever things get too up close and personal I back off. Example: I know this great girl who helped me with a lot of things, but when she asks me to talk things over in real life for once instead of MSN, I automatically back off, it's not because I'm shy and in love with her, because I'm not (I wish I could've been, but I can't), it's the same with other people. Anyway, I guess that that means I never really got over that, I think that little chase is the source of that attachment problem. I'm not really sure though, I never visited a shrink, I think I should.
I've also been beaten up plenty of times, obviously, I wasn't always fast enough to escape. Most of the bullying was mental though, obvious because hitting me too hard left visible marks.
I guess I shouldn't complain though, Ignignoct, Rocksa, you guys had it a lot more rough then me.

 

[Sewblon]

Chocking on some bubble gum.

 

[Gxas]

It's nowhere near what some of the other posts in this thread have been but my most traumatic experience would have to be watching End of Evangelion. I swear to you that this movie changed me. I am not the same person I was before I watched it. I'm a little "not right" in the head now.

 

[Skalman]

I've been told (by my parents) I was accidentally locked into a pich black cleaning closet or somesuch for a few hours back in kindergarten.
But I have no memory whatsoever of this event. So I was probably so traumatized I suppressed the memory.

 

[Ignignoct]

Jesus, this thread looks pretty awkward with the tragic confessions and funny stories all in one place...

For me it's probably the long periods of time when I was separated from my parents. Not that my grandparents were bad, but I allegedly didn't recognize my father once and that kinda sucks.

I know.

For some reason, I thought my type of story would be a lot more common in this forum, but then again, that's exactly what a child would tell himself growing up if he was trying to justify the actions of those who abused him.

 

[the captain]

Ok, I think my Optimus Prime story has been beaten by almost everyone that posted here.

Except- this one just sucks.

Chocking on some bubble gum.

Unless you choked bad and almost died, in which case you still beat me and I appologize.

Everyone here has much better reasons to be screwed up than I do. Losing your innocence to a cartoon is nothing compared to being kidnapped or attemped suicide.