Your Most Traumatic Childhood Memory

[Zer0 Zeal]

Ok so my stories arent as "great" (so to speak, please dont get offended by that) as some of the other stories in this thread, but here i go.

Not that traumatic, but certainly quite scary for a 4 y/o.

When i was in kindergarden i woke up one night to find myself with a horrid rash, and unable to scratch it due to my arms being paralyzed. After calling out to my parents and whatnot, i got rushed into hospital, where i was diagnosed with Henoch-Schönlein purpura. Thankfully the illness is (in most cases) not life threatening, and does not leave many defects (if that is the correct word to use) afterwards, except slightly weakened kidneys. Unfortunately the next year i got the illness again, ahahha.

It may not have been life threatening, but when the illness is similar to menningococcal (quite life threatening), and your mother gets told that if it was menningococcal, the chances are that i would die, i did get quite frightened from such a thing.

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After changing cities at a fairly young age, got bullied a fair bit and was constantly regarded as an outcast untill high school, and still have some trouble meeting new people and socialising from this, which started nearly 10 years ago. I also have a constant fear that everyone hates me.

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One that my mate told me.
My mate's mum, when she was about 5/6 had some horrid nightmares of herself staring at a copy of herself, and the copy would say "Why did i have to die? Why wasnt it you?!". When she was 16, her mother told her that she was a twin, and the twin sister died at birth.

I had trouble believing it because of how supernatural it sounded, but i was assured it was real. Creepy, eh?

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I am quite lucky, having not "experienced mortality" (as Johnny Ringo said) at all in my life. Im approaching 17 y/o, and have not had one relative or friend die at all. Ive had pets die, but they were either - birds that i wasnt really...close to, and fish. I really, really dont mean to sound horrible when i say this, but because of this i find it hard to sympathise with people who have lost people they cared about. <-- Thats not really something traumatic, im just adding that in because i felt it was appropriate.

 

[KiKiweaky]

woah some of the comments here are bad here's a hug for everyone *HUG* hope it helps =]

 

[gr33l]

watership down ;_;

 

[PlasticPorter]

The first day I had the training wheels off on my Bicycle I got sideswiped by a sedan which knocked down a VERY steep hill to my right and rolled down hitting many trees and rocks before bouncing into a lake at the bottom of the hill.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

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.

I second that.

Self preservation is part of the problem with the progressive stupidity in humans...




On topic, I missed my Futbol's(soccer) team bus to a 4 hour ride.

I found out that the bus was engulfed in flames. All my real childhood friends died.

I was a shy 11 year old.

To this day I cant make much friends in fear of losing them.

Can I just say "Holy shit, that really fucking sucks?" Seriously, I'll take a few years of verbal abuse over something like that happening.

 

[Hamsterlad]

I saw one of my good friends being life flighted away to the hospital and then found out he had died.

 

[ae86gamer]

I have no idea what was going on in my mind. But when I was 4 or 5 I wanted to see how hot the iron was and me being a little slow put my lips on it...I had lips the size of bananas for 2 weeks. And now I wont even go near a damn iron.

 

[RheynbowDash]

My Brothers friend spilling cola in my NES.

i have never been so angry in my 7 yr old life.

 

[Chiasm]

When I was 2 I had a stroke which left me mute with some hearing loss, So raising up as a kid I could never remember being able to talk and thinking that pretty much most kids my age were also mute as well. When growing up I was pretty sheltered until I started school at 5 years old. I still remember starting kindergarten what a huge culture shock it was when I realized In my school I was the only mute kid and most of the staff knew little about it and at the time had really few little ideas on how to deal with the issue.

It ranks as one the most traumatic experiences in my life, As It was the first time I realized that It wasn't normal nor common place as I had grown up to believe when surrounded by family at home.

 

[vulgarshudder]

- My dad slapping me and my mum around, us leaving then always coming back.

- I'd always had anixity at school, then at 10 I developed OCD which lead to depression. I refused to go to school, it was 'dirty' and I would need to shower and scrub when I got home. Child services were involved because I was missing school, same problem when I went to secondary school. My psychiatrist suggested I see an adolesent unit, after I visited I flipped saying I would never go there. That afternoon I was physically dragged back and hospitalised for the next 9 months. I only got out because my mum took me out to move back down to London. Still not cured 15 years later.

- My dad's affair that lead to their divorce

- Going to a chav tastic school and being bullied.

- Hearing my mum having sex with her new boyfriend downstairs one night.

- Aforementioned BF moves in pretty soon, and one night comes in drunk and has a go at me for 'not respecting my mother' or something. I was devistated because she was the most importiant person to me and my only friend at the time. I said chose him or me, she chose him.

- After that our relationship hitting rock bottom, with regular arguements in the night time (ususally because the fan of my computer was 'too noisy') and I'd flip saying I'd burn the house down or stab him (because I always thought it was him who was complaining about such petty things through her). And the arguements where she'd throw black bin bags at me telling me to pack my things and go live with my father. Then I'd cry all night and run to my theapist in the morning.

I guess I had the last laugh, the prick BF left her all of a sudden one day, and now I live thousands of miles away. But our relationship has improved since he left at least.


People have posted much worse, and I don't really think about it now days. I have plenty of current day woes rather than feeling sorry about the past.

 

[karateworm]

Getting savaged by a dog wasn't that fun. Put me off furry creatures for years.

 

[rattling_bean]

My personal favourite moment of trauma was when I was about 10 or so, an had 2 hamsters, one cute grey fluffy one who was really friendly. The other one always bit me when I went to pick him up. They seemed to get along alright though.

One day I wake up to find the cute grey one not moving at all, still in his nest compartment in the cage. The other one was moving about so I thought it was strange that he hadn't woken up. I tap the cage, getting more and more desperate as he remains motionless. I eventually open up his little room, tears streaming down my face, dreading the inevitable. I find a hole that looks like it has been drilled into this poor little guy's head. I can still remember his cold little body in my hands... *shudder* It must have been the evil bastard, but I have no idea why - hamsters are social animals and don't eat meat. Anyway... not too bad but fucked me up a little.

 

[BLOONINJA 503]

My personal favourite moment of trauma was when I was about 10 or so, an had 2 hamsters, one cute grey fluffy one who was really friendly. The other one always bit me when I went to pick him up. They seemed to get along alright though.

One day I wake up to find the cute grey one not moving at all, still in his nest compartment in the cage. The other one was moving about so I thought it was strange that he hadn't woken up. I tap the cage, getting more and more desperate as he remains motionless. I eventually open up his little room, tears streaming down my face, dreading the inevitable. I find a hole that looks like it has been drilled into this poor little guy's head. I can still remember his cold little body in my hands... *shudder* It must have been the evil bastard, but I have no idea why - hamsters are social animals and don't eat meat. Anyway... not too bad but fucked me up a little.

No one told you?

Hamsters are mainly solitary... they would kill their mothers if it meant more territory.

you were young so you didnt know... that sux

my sister's first cat died like 3 days ago becuase my mom decided dog medication was perfect for a cat.... he was paralyzed for about 4 hours before I noticed, The little guy had to be put down.

Jesus christ... He did not even like me and I miss the guy...

 

[Bulletinmybrain]

I don't have any memories before age nine.
Which basically means the only childhood memories I have start with my dads' funeral.
But it wasn't really that traumatic, I don't think. I didn't cry or anything.

Wow, definitely sounds like it was traumatic to me if that defines your childhood to the point that it's the baseline for your memories. Crying or not, it could still have a huge impact.

Sorry to hear. m(_ _)m

Probably my father when I was younger, thankfully I had my mother to the point where I am not afraid of him.

What do you mean?

Why was he traumatic?

The guy is a complete bastard, he would yell and scream in my face for being a kid. I was seven.

 

[jeremyTH]

Man, after reading all this, I can say, without a doubt, God hates us.

Anyway on to my traumatic memories.

1. When I was around 3 years old I ran and tripped on our rug and hit the window sill, cutting open my forehead.

2. Around 5/7 my family and some of my cousins went to a civil war reanactment and I looked at them and turned around to look back at the event, I looked back and they were gone. I started crying until an old lady offered to help me. She took me to the info booth and soon I found family.

Remember:Always trust little old ladies.

 

[Nazulu]

Being abused by my parents, left me suffering from anxiety attacks, depression and social phobia. I also sucked at finishing of homework because they would of threatened me over simple spelling mistakes which strangely gave me a fear for homework!

It's all different now, I am bigger than my parents and finally fixing my problems explaining it all to a Psychiatrist.

 

[boandpop]

.. only one? Okay!

Having someone insist I liked them in from of my whole school, then to reject me (though I didn't like them), run off crying... and then having everyone at my school laugh at me. Ah, the childhood memories.

 

[Syndef]

Wow...reading all these makes me feel so insignificant, but I might as well let the cat out of the bag. It's lame, though.

I was seven or eight years old and was attending some summer daycare thing (not quite a summer camp--more like summer school minus the school). There were these two older kids that always bullied me (yes, bullying as a pair). It was a combination of verbal and physical bullying. I'm not going to get into the specifics of what they said or did, but it's none of the weak, cliche bullying you see all the time in books and movies.
Anyway, I got so mad at them one day, I picked up a loose brick (not a rock or dirt clod--a BRICK) and hurled it at them. Used both hands.
Suffice to say, they thought I was insane for pulling that crap. At first I was scared they were going to throw the brick back at me, but they walked away and told on me. Kids didn't usually tattle-tell for any reason back in those days, but I guess what I did was, uh...kinda serious? Maybe attempted-murder kinda serious? (Can the strength of a child really send a brick flying with such force that it can kill someone? Dunno.)
Next thing I know, the supervisors were coming down on me, yelling at me and calling my parents...the whole deal. Even the bullies' parents got involved. The POLICE also came (bullies' parents got mad, made a fuss, and called the police over). I remember that was the most fear I ever felt in my life--too many adults were on my case and I guess it was a lot of trouble to be in for an eight year-old kid. Intimidating experience, really. I became withdrawn and introverted for a long, long time.

LAME story compared to everyone else's. But whatever. I have other memories where I remember being in more fear, but they have even lamer stories behind them than this one.