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    45 KB Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)20:58:36 No.2440181  
    ITT describe your most traumatic event that has happened in your life
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:02:17 No.2440214
    Salvia trip in a trailer home. Need I say more?
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:04:38 No.2440237
    Mine was the day I found my dad dead on the living room floor. I was staying out all night and I came home during sunrise. I walked in and I saw him on the floor and I pretty much just lost my mind. I was in such shock that I was having trouble trying to dial 911.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:05:21 No.2440245
    Sauce on pic? Muslim bitches have nice tits.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:06:32 No.2440257
    Probably when my dad cut his finger off when I was 11.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:07:57 No.2440268
    Why the hell are they not wearing shirts? Don't Muslims have horrible nudity taboos?
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:07:59 No.2440269
    >>2440245
    That's what I was thinking, until I saw the one on the far right.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:08:03 No.2440271
    My town was completely dry for weed. Except one drug dealer. I go over there to pick up an eighth and it is FILTHY. Needles, cigarettes, throw up on the floor. The stench was terrible. There were four drug dealers there and I'm waiting for the fifth to arrive, the one with my weed. They were already fucked up, but they decided that they wanted to shoot up some speedballs. Well, apparently it was impure or something because 2 out of the four overdosed and started seizing. I just walked out. Damn, that was terrible. Sorry if this was hard to follow, I'm very tired.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:08:32 No.2440278
    I've never really had any traumatic events. Maybe I'm repressing them.

    Although watching my grandfather's slow descent into madness through Alzheimer's was horrible..
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:08:32 No.2440279
    Nothing really coming to mind, must have had a great childhood.
    One memory sticks out. One year my younger brother got a plastic peddle car for christmas. He proceeded to pull the spoiler off the back of it, sneak up behind me and then beat me senseless until my head bled I was screaming on the floor.

    Good Times.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:09:55 No.2440296
    Mushroom trip a few of my friends and I shared last night in my friend's old house. Empty house. We took an eighth of shrooms each...in lemon juice. Dear god, next time we need to get the set and setting right, that just didn't work. We were so unprepared, without cannabis, without cigarettes, only a TV that got like two channels, a stereo that only got one radio station, a few cds. It was bad.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:11:16 No.2440315
    >>2440269
    I'm assuming that they are protesting women's rights or something. but who knows.
    >> feels good man ‮ nam doog sleef ‪‪‪‮‬‬ !FEELStM/Rs 12/14/08(Sun)21:15:34 No.2440362
    That image confuses me.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:19:11 No.2440406
    When my fiance cheated on me with my two best friends two weeks before our wedding

    That or being raped
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:21:44 No.2440432
    When a girl rejected me in 6th grade
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:32:39 No.2440575
    OP's picture the women have Hebrew written on their stomachs. They're Israeli. They could be Arab Israeli, I guess.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:32:50 No.2440576
    i was at the airport one time and some girl decided to jump off the 3rd or 4th story.She literally landed like 20 feet away from me.I just remember seeing her all twisted up gasping for air before she died.It scarred me for a while
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:37:22 No.2440614
    When a motorcyclist t-boned me at like 120mph into the passenger side and quite literally just blew up. Thank god my gf was just dropped off and not in that seat. The dude wasn't even wearing a helmet, seeing that was tramatic, also being in NYC during 9/11 and seeing people jump, fuck that was bad.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:40:26 No.2440642
    Just recently my grandfather passed away.
    That wasn't what fucked me up though.

    At the end of the wake my grandmother said goodbye to the corpse of my grandfather. I was standing there watching her brush his hair and kiss him on the forehead. I registered in my head that it was the single saddest thing I ever witnessed in my life. That image was then followed with my mom and her 5 siblings saying goodbye also.

    It was so intense and it took a great effort and a lot of /b/ recollection to avoid crying. I couldn't bear to approach the casket either. I felt almost as if I didn't deserve to or it wasn't my right.

    That image of my grandmother though.... I couldn't sleep for much of that night. It was horrible, and it happens to everyone.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:40:34 No.2440643
    One time i saw a fight between a bee and a spider. Shit was fucken nuts.. i think about it everyday
    >> CantEvolve-NoSex !J7SDTFacD. 12/14/08(Sun)21:42:22 No.2440661
    >>2440576
    Checking off one way not to commit suicide.

    >>2440575
    fapfapfap
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:42:54 No.2440669
    Seeing CP when I was 13.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:45:36 No.2440698
    watching my co-worker get trampled to death by a thoroughbred stud during a breeding, and having to try and resuscitate his dead-ass. he shit himself, then started bleeding out his ass. it was pretty rough

    I was only 18 at the time, so it's been like five years. I still work with horses, I think I may be insane.

    not only did I see a dude die, my boss expected me back at work the next day.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:47:22 No.2440711
    >>2440698
    Shit, thats one callous boss.I can't decide if that's badass or not
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:49:19 No.2440732
    >>2440711
    he was a certified bad-ass, for sure. he eventually let me take two days off to drink myself stupid and smoke an ounce of pot. it sort of helped me block out the whole 'twisted-up dead coworker shitting himself with his brain visible' thing
    >> radioface 12/14/08(Sun)21:49:40 No.2440736
    >>2440614
    I'd love to hear your 9/11 eyewitness story.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:50:19 No.2440742
    Wow, your lives all suck!
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:52:28 No.2440763
    >>2440742
    You're just mad cause you were one of the 9/11 victims that jumped out of the building.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:52:29 No.2440764
    >>2440278
    >Although watching my grandfather's slow descent into madness through Alzheimer's was horrible
    I get what you mean, man.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:53:03 No.2440768
    I was mugged and my laptop AND any backups from my laptop were stolen right before needing to hand in like 4 final assignments.

    Shit was SO not cash.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:54:24 No.2440787
    >>2440768
    Did your teachers buy that excuse? i gotta try that.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:55:21 No.2440799
    >>2440669

    saw yourself on the mirror?
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)21:56:52 No.2440817
    >>2440799

    Nah, used my dad's computer without asking. Shit wasn't all that cash.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:01:58 No.2440882
    A man tried to murder me once for talking to his daughter. She didn't fucking tell me that he was insane. Pulled out a knife and tried to stab me in the neck, but I dodged and just ran to a nearby pub where he wouldn't try to kill me in front of a lot of people.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:01:58 No.2440883
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    Watching them put my childhood dog down. I had my hand on her chest as the vet injected her, and felt her heartbeat grow fainter and fainter. Then, nothing.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:05:12 No.2440920
    Helping to pull out bodies in the WTC. Not even just shoving rubble, I was one of the people specifically designated to search for corpses.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:06:19 No.2440939
    I remember when I was about 8, I was in my room watching doug and I decided to go get a drink. I go into my kitchen and look out my window and see my mom getting stabbed by some crackhead because I guess my mom fucked her over with painkillers. I just sat at the window crying while seeing my mom all bloody. She's alive now, so she obviously recovered, but she still has some nasty scars.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:06:21 No.2440940
    >>2440736
    I was picking up some paper work at New York City Hall for business at around 8:00, heard the first plane crash (didnt see it) people went outside, I was pretty damn stupid for walking closer to it (NYC Hall is only like 5 or 6 blocks away, i forget I move to San Diego in 2002), I really had no idea that the thing was going to collapse. Then saw the second plane crash, and just stood and watching, i was terrified, yet curious at the same time. Saw many firefighters go in, many that did not come out. Then people started to jump, and oh my god was that horrible, seeing a body fall that distance for that time was just horrible, knowing that that was someones mom, dad, daughter, son, friend, and that there was nothing for them to do except jump. That was the first time i had tears just run down my face since my grandfather died. It was life changing. Then the unthinkable happened, one of the towers fell, people ran and didnt know where to go, the ash, smoke, and concrete just fell, and I had noticed a car with no one in it, and there was an older black lady in like her 70's that I grabbed and got into someones car so we could escape the debris. Then the second tower fell, and it was like that all again. My god that was horrible, my god, everytime i tell this i tear up, but it is so emotional for me, that it has to be told when people ask.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:10:00 No.2440981
    my best friend of several years one day decided it was in his best interest if I was dead. He tried to choke the life out of me, and would've succeeded if my other friends brother hadn't picked the lock on the door to get into the room and saved my ass right before I passed out. I was a scronnie kid back then, just like I am now, and he was all into martial arts and shit. Had scars on my neck from his finger-nails for years too
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:14:52 No.2441034
    >>2440981
    Requesting full story of this event.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:17:17 No.2441065
    >>2441034
    Indeed. What happened to the kid? Sounds like he bought himself a one-way ticket to a padded cell in crazy town. Or at a prison cell. Some best friend, yikes.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:17:42 No.2441069
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    >>2440940
    Good story,my friend.
    >> stephen 12/14/08(Sun)22:18:18 No.2441078
    when i was young my dad took me over his friends house for a sleep over with a woman while he was married too my mom she usaly had sweets so i was happy. but i didnt know what was going on. i felt like i betrayed my mom.
    oh yes my grandfather pissed on me for like 3 minutes and made me sit in the sun as punishment still the first hurt more
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:18:56 No.2441084
    >>2441034

    There's not too much to tell.

    I was asleep when it started, the first thing I knew was that I was being throttled. I guess he must have locked the door behind him, but I wasn't conscious for that. Looking back now I guess the steroids he used to do probably helped set him off, but I didn't think that at the time.

    He was institutionalized (short term), and I was let off with a "thank god you're okay" and some heavy rumors going around school. They might have put him in juvie if I had pushed the issue, but I'm loyal to a fault.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:20:16 No.2441099
    seeing my dad in a casket when he passed away unexpectedly.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:21:26 No.2441110
    My parents started doing drugs when I was 11. My moms brother, aunt, dad, and uncle died all in the same few months, which was a lot of my family. Both of my parents started snorting oxycontin, coke, and heroin. I had no idea what the fuck was happening, I thought that not seeing my parents for a month straight while being taken care of by people that were also druggies was normal. They would always say there were animals in the house. My mom used to light up curtains saying there were mice in them, and both of them would go outside at 3AM to shoot bears that were apparently in the trees,with 3 dogs running around barking. when nothing was ever there.They constantly picked there skin and made themselves bleed constantly saying that they had mites/bugs crawling in there skin, and would scream at me if I didn't see them, which I never did. They were bloody all the time everywhere, especially my mom. When I was 12 I started wondering wtf was up and read up a lot on schizophrenia and I thought they had that. After that my older sister told me that they had been using drugs. My parents and I constantly fought and they blamed me for their drug addiction. My mom said that I was the reason she couldn't get better and she then pretended to call the child foster whatever agency and started screaming at the phone that she didn't want me anymore and that they should take me. (cont. on next post)
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:22:33 No.2441129
    It ended up being one of her friends..I was ridiculously shy too, and didn't talk to anyone ever and didn't ever do anything actually bad to deserve that.After that I told her she was a fucking bitch and should go fuck herself (I was 13 at the time). She tried to punch me but I grabbed her arm and stopped her then ran in my room. They never actually hurt me physically thank god. They just never bought food or talked to me or drove me to school. I completely depended on my sister for that. But obviously my sister had problems too. Everyone in the fucking house at one point had told me they were going to kill themselves, including my sister, mom, and dad. They then decided to go to rehab and are finally sober. My parents are actually some of the greatest human beings without drugs. They feel like shit for what they did but they diffidently made up for it. I got to move to southern california so they could go to rehab, which fucking ruled. I was in NJ before that. I'm actually really grateful the child services never took me away and that no one ended up dying. Surprisingly I turned out pretty normal, although I have a few problems here and there. I now have awesome friends and a social life which I did not have in new jersey. So all of this actually ended up for the better, so I'm not a bitch about what happened. Sorry if this is really fucking long, its a long story.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:23:10 No.2441133
    >>2441084
    I had a shitty roommate freshman year

    he was on the wrestling team

    I had a very real fear for a while that that would happen at some point
    >> PowerViolenceovzeApparatus !!tth/tv+hsYe 12/14/08(Sun)22:25:36 No.2441154
    Stuck in a crow trap with a rotting sheep's carcass and starving crows for 3 hours when I was 5
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:28:43 No.2441184
    >>2441110
    >>2441129

    ty for the read
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:29:20 No.2441190
    When I was 16 my mother wich has a "moderate" bipolar disorder went batshit insane and tried to kill me in the middle of the night during a blackout, we started discussing because I never told her about a youtube channel I created that time, she tought wrong and believed that I needed money to mantain it and that I was uploading weird things to the internet, she didn't listened to my explanations and angered and the hell was unleashed.

    IT WAS A FUCKING YOUTUBE CHANNEL NOTHING MORE.

    thank god I only visit her during weekends.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:30:34 No.2441201
    >>2440214

    reading this reminded me of the It's Always Sunny episode where devito trips balls while being locked in a bathroom.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:32:58 No.2441233
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    >>2441201

    unreversemootblockcockable
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:40:14 No.2441341
    >>2441084
    lol, well played, but not me.

    >>2441034
    We were playing video games all night, and were pretty young at the time... Right before we started up the 6th grade i think. Think he'd been kind of on edge all night, not sure why exactly though. Know he didn't like it when I put a ferret on his back while he was playing road rash, but I think that was all I did to tick him off all night. Wasn't really trying to upset him.

    So, we were at our third friends house, and that kid goes to bed. Later on I go in there to check on him, and think about falling asleep on the floor in his room. The other kid walks in a bit later and closes the door. I didn't think anything of it until his hands were around my throat and I was busting a wtf. The whole time I wasn't really thinking about escaping. I was struggling a bit, but for the most part I was just shocked. We weren't even being loud, my sleeping friend didn't even wake up, and he was righgt next to us. Anyway, somehow his brother who is a few rooms over finds out what's going on, and picks the lock. I don't even know how he knew I needed help, or even knew that he's tried to get in, but I owe that kid my life. He pulls me away, and the other kid runs home since he lives prety close, and our sleeping friend finally wakes up.
    So all our parents get called, and we go over to the 3rd kids house who's obviously in trouble, after we'd all been grilled individually. He says we threatened him with a gun, and beat the shit out of him, but his parents know better since he doesn't have a mark on him and I'm bleeding and shit.

    We left it at that. I haven't talked to my father much, but I will never remember what he told me that night, "a friend is just someone who has yet to betray you."
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:40:55 No.2441352
    >>2441341

    I don't know if the kid got in trouble since we didn't seek legal action, but my parents forbid me from seeing him again for obvious reasons.

    Later on he would come around to my place where he tried to take me out again with a butcher knife, and a huge ass icicle. To this day I don't know why. He was my best friend for years until this went down.

    Saw him in college about a year ago actually. He's a meat-head now, joined the USMC. He's a big dude and would snap me like a twig. Don't really hold any resentment, and haven't seen him again since.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:45:51 No.2441415
    >>2440669
    Rofl, I saw CP first when I was 11 and I got a boner.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:46:19 No.2441424
    When I was 14, I had an accidnt with crude firework material. The shit blew up in my face as i was grinding the powder in the front yard. Since it wasnt a fine powder, the chunks of still-burning explosives embeded into my skin on my face, arms, hands and right shin - my eyes were open too, but thankfully i was holding my breath (docs said i would most likely have died if I did).

    I still remember the sound and smell of my skin burning.

    I spent a week in a hospital, blind and in bandages. I prayed every day for my eyesight and for my parents to stop crying. I could see blurry shapes by day 5, and I was in bandages for about a month and a half.

    it has been 8 years. I have perfect eyesight, my face is without scars, but my hands and my shin is another story.

    Let's just say, I faced death at a young age, and grew up a bit fast for it. I miss a lot of what i feel was important teenage years.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:47:20 No.2441441
    >>2441341
    >>2441352
    just noticed my mass of typos and grammatical errors... my bad. no time to edit em though, gotta study for finals <_<
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:49:18 No.2441459
    I just DREAMED that my dad raped me and it got me a bit shook up. Also, when I was much older, I had some really fucked up dream that also made me wonder what the hell is wrong with me. Male anon, btw.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:54:17 No.2441511
    >>2440643

    That reminds me of some truly bizarre shit that happened when I was like 10. We had this huge motherfucking house-eating tree in our front yard, and tons of really strange shit used to live/grow on it. One day our light gray driveway is just... black. We check it out and it's just a giant pile of winged ants & bees killing each other. A massive fucking bug war in our driveway, with more just raining down from the tree. By the time the exterminator got there, they had all killed each other. Wasn't really traumatizing, but was the biggest WTF moment in my life to date.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)22:56:26 No.2441528
    1978, san diego. I had just come out on the bad side of a relationship. Like most authorfags, I took things way too harshly. I was angry, disillusioned, and ultimately self destructive. I lost everything I believed in. I was utterly, completely lost after that. So I began going on walks.

    I started taking late night walks around the san diego suburb I was living in at the time. I'd start walking in the early evening, come back close to midnight, sometimes later. I'd go walking, chewing over what went wrong in my life.

    One night, at 4th and main street I got mugged and beat who sent me to the hospital with serious implications of mortality. When the ER tecs asked me what my religion was, I refused to answer. I made my private peace with the universe, and accepted that whatever was going to happen was going to happen.

    Then something did happen. I got angry. I got angry because I still had stories to tell.

    It took two months to fully recover, but two things came out of that incident.

    Firstly, I have no fear of death. None whatsoever.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:02:38 No.2441601
    >>2441528

    Secondly, you became an engineer

    *ba-dumTISH!*
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:03:39 No.2441615
    when i was in a psyche hospital when i was 13, there was this fucked up chick there (16) and she was a trainwreck (drugs, rape, abuse etc) she finally convinced me to let her borrow my guitar. naturally being in a psyche ward, heavy/sharp/ropes/glass things are not aloud. however i was there for eating problems and i was seriously into guitars at the time so i got to have mine there.

    so anyway she unstringed it and hung herself. i walked in to see her there, attached to a pole.

    sorry my english is bad.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:06:04 No.2441634
    >>2441190
    The only disorder I see here is your apparent inability to put a coherent sentence containing correctly spelled words.

    It seems a shame that your mother was not as successful as I'd like.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:07:41 No.2441651
    When I was in 2nd grade my mom tried to kill me. She was dealing with a lot of emotional stress and a lot of physical abuse from my dad. So basically she was taking it out on me. She said that I was my father's daughter and the greatest pain she can put him through is hurting me. When I got home from school, she threw me against the staircase and started choking me. She only stopped because while she was suffocating me, I told her, " It's ok mom, I love you anyways " She started crying and apologized.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:12:32 No.2441704
    >>2441511

    Epic.

    Anyway, getting home after a pretty fun night out and learning that my older brother of 7 years may have OD'd on painkillers. It turned out to be false but the feeling of driving over to his apartment with my mom freaking out in the passenger seat, still give me the chills. When we got there, he proceeded to bitch out my mom and dad for 2 hours about how they were awful parents. I just presumed he was drunk but when they left, he calmed down completely. Kinda wigged me out. It fucks you up when the one person you look up most to in your life self-destructs like that right in front of your eyes.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:15:58 No.2441740
    This thread has gone into overdrive, my story will work with enough background info.

    My mother and my father split up when I was 3 because my mom was pregnant with someone else's child.

    For the next ten-odd years, my mother's parents took care of us. The grandfather worked for dhs, so he was able to bully my dad into paying huge amounts of child support that ended up driving him out of college and into roadieing for whatever bands he could.

    My mother met a guy from great britain that was a computer programmer and a submissive masochistic pedophile. I learned this through bits and pieces of e-mails that were printed out and left around the house, and the porn on their computers, obviously. Mom had a trunk in her closet that was always locked.

    Eventually he freaks out and leaves, because my mother was trying to pressure him into marrying her and substitute-fathering my half-sister. My mother takes her Associate in Computer Science degree to some podunk-ass town in the middle of nowhere to work for a failing company for the next couple years.

    During that time, my sister and I are carted off to the grandparents' house. You know, the ones that are still extorting child support money out of my now re-married father. Mom loses her job and moves to LA, where she lives with a record producer who she met online.

    I eventually tell my grandparents to go fuck themselves and I get my mother to give my father custody via phone calls and faxes. She eventually comes back to the state I'm from and checks into 12 and 12 for drug and mental rehabilitation. She is diagnosed with bi-polar disorder, mania, and various drug addictions. My half-sister is legally adopted by the grandparents.

    So, earlier this year, I learn what my mother was really doing in california. She was smoking crystal meth and producing snuff films in a tricked-out porn dungeon with this record producer.

    The holidays are brutal.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:17:07 No.2441752
    >>2441528

    Nigga shut up

    mootblocks
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:17:54 No.2441761
    >>2441740
    names of these films please
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:19:38 No.2441771
    >>2441761

    You juat made my fucking night.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:20:18 No.2441780
    1 of 3:
    I was working as a Director's Assistant on a commercial shoot for some farm supply company. We had scaffolding set up for the camera rig along the side of a 2 lane rural highway, ready to shoot an establishing shot of this really classic red barn. We were well off the shoulder of the road, with plenty of space, and cars had been going by all day without a problem. Just as the clouds parted, and the sun started to shine (beautiful shot, btw) some rubernecking woman paying more attention to us than the road swerved over the double yellow line and clipped the front of a cement truck heading in the opposite direction. She was sent careening off into a ditch (narrowly missing the scaffolding and all us crew). The cement truck driver was also knocked off course (heading towards a ditch on the other side of the road) but oversteered, and managed to flip the cement truck on its side. I can still remember the rumble as this happened. It almost knocked me off my feet.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:20:46 No.2441786
    2 of 3:
    The cement truck slid a good 50 yards, and eventually smashed into a tree, completely obliterating two parked cars that were in the way. There was cement everywhere. The gas tank of the truck had been punctured, and it was spraying all over the road. The engine was still running. Somehow the driver was unscratched, and managed to climb out of the cab through a broken window, but then had to climb BACK IN to turn off the engine, because we convinced him that it was likely to explode otherwise. Everyone was so busy thanking the lord that no one was seriously injured that we put off assessing the damage until the Fire department and police got there. (In rural Michigan, this usually takes a good 20 minutes).
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:20:58 No.2441790
    >>2441615
    Woah, bro.
    Chilling tale.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:21:36 No.2441797
    3 of 3:
    When the police were doing their report, they needed to find out the owners of the two crushed cars. But no matter who we asked, no one was claiming the red pickup truck that was pinned between the tree and the cab of the cement truck. When we finally realized that someone had been driving that car when the accident occurred, it was too late. Some poor guy had not only been crushed in his own car but had been completely encased in cement. People started freaking out when this was discovered. I've had other shit happen to me since then, but I think this was the most EPIC traumatic event in my life so far.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:21:53 No.2441802
    >>2441761

    if I knew, I would tell you.

    she told me all of this, flat out. part of her "healing" process or whatever the fuck she was on at the time. goddamn drunk.
    >> KingBlackAnon 12/14/08(Sun)23:24:36 No.2441818
    >>2441651

    lolwut? I'm calling bullshit, why the fuck would you say that. Sounds too DEEP.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:25:52 No.2441822
    >>2440575
    To contribute to that, the woman on the front's stomach says "Fucks Palestinian Men". I can't make out what it says on the woman on the left's stomach, though.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:27:22 No.2441833
    >>2441771
    >juat
    I juat accidentally the whole juat.
    Juat.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:30:03 No.2441856
    >>2441651
    this has better be from a movie or something. jesus.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:30:42 No.2441861
    >>2440940
    That is a terrible story, but it is good that you told us. It is a great read, and it helps me visualize the horror of 9/11.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:32:27 No.2441872
    I watched my favorite dog have an entirely unexpected seizure in front of my eyes. I was just sitting there playing Mario, and she's barking, and then BOOM SEIZURE HEART ATTACK DOG CORPSE.
    >> SALEM ROTTENBURG 12/14/08(Sun)23:34:30 No.2441884
    >>2441866
    I HAVE TROUBLE BELIEVING THAT THERE IS PORN ON A GEOCITIES WEBSITE MAN MAYBE A VIRUS OR SOMETHING MAN BUT PROBABLY NOT PORN IM SORRY TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE MAN BUT I AM NOT CLICKING THAT MAN
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:35:53 No.2441890
    >>2441866
    So thats what was inside the trunk
    http://www.geocities.com/sunsetstrip/palladium/2977/personal_toys.html
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:38:25 No.2441911
    My mom passing when I was 13. Cancer is a bitch.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:38:41 No.2441916
    i vaguely remember seeing a room full of dead people when i was 4. The Balkan peninsula was not a great place during the 90s

    Oh and once my dad smashed some drug fucked loon in the face and his eye came out.
    Auckland is also a shithole
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:41:32 No.2441943
    >>2441890

    wait what

    she used one of my or my sister's toys as a dildo...

    hahahahahahahah
    >> SALEM ROTTENBURG 12/14/08(Sun)23:41:45 No.2441945
    >>2441916
    MY DAD GREW UP IN AUCKLAND MAN HE SAID HE SAW SOME CRAZY SHIT MAN
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:41:56 No.2441948
    >>2440278

    I know how that feels. My grandfather died the same way. It was horrible.

    My father used to beat me and my twin brother every night. For some reason, he would get mad at us, and proceed to beat us. My brother and I were doing homework one day and he dropped his pencil. My dad then beat the hell out of him for it. Nothing we ever do is good enough for him. My brother let his facial hair get too long and my dad threatened to kill him. He went to his room and got a gun, then he pointed it at my brother. I stepped in the way and told him that he wasn't going to kill anyone. I kept stepping forward and I saw his finger tighten around the trigger, but I kicked him and managed to wrestle the gun from his hands. Then I threw it to my brother who hid it while my father held me against a wall by my throat and choked me.

    When I regained consciousness, my brother and father were gone, my mom and little sister were crying, saying that my brother had gone for a drive and my father had gone for a walk to cool off. I stumbled to my room and tried to call my boyfriend at the time to ask him to talk to me to help me calm down. He didn't answer. I called him close to ten times, and he didn't answer. I just laid there and cried.

    When my brother and father came home, they simply acted like nothing ever happened. Since then, my brother has moved out, and my father has gone to a mental institution, which didn't help him any. He's still a very angry person who still tries to control every aspect of our lives. He's kicked me out of the house twice and always tells me how much of a failure I am.

    I need to move out. But it's so goddamn expensive.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:42:12 No.2441952
    >>2441890
    1 um... dildo, it was a kids toy at one point in time LOL
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:42:59 No.2441956
    >>2440181
    THOSE TITS HAVE TO BE FAKE
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:45:28 No.2441979
    Not exactly traumatic, just embarrassing.

    I was at summer camp, and the meal that night was meatloaf. Meatloaf gives me really bad diarrhea. I could feel it coming and ran to the bathroom (which is actually a big building aside from the main lodge and everything else) and got into the stall. I wasn't quick enough, and shit my pants a bit. Luckily it was my swimsuit and I brought two pairs to camp.

    Now here comes the best part. After a minute of trying to clean it up in the stall, someone else comes into the restroom running. He goes into the stall, and though I expect him to leave, he's stays in there. I can tell easily from the sounds and the time he spent in the stall that he too, had shit his pants. He could tell that I did too. Outside of the stall after we had mostly cleaned up we looked at each other, both aware that we were in the same situation. We both agree never to tell anyone.

    I smelled like shit the rest of the night. My cabinmates smelled something too, but luckily they were never able to pinpoint it to me.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:45:29 No.2441980
    >>2441945
    Auckland isn't so bad now. especially if you are an Asian businessman lol. Just Papakura really
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:46:37 No.2441997
    >>2441948
    you'r tale is moving
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:52:25 No.2442057
    >>2441615
    bullshit, you cant choke on guitar strings
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:54:11 No.2442081
    Reading this, I guess I have nothing impressive.

    But it was really painful to watch my grandfather speak of his childhood, he cried. His father raped his sisters and murdered one of them and buried her in the yard. He once put my grandfather in a basket and then put the basket in the river, he nearly died from the cold. Another time he threw a knife to my grandfathers face, the edge got stuck in his forehead (dull knife I presume), he really needed a doctor so he got sent on the bus as a (I think, bad memory) 7-10 year old so he could get to a doctor. The blade had nearly reached into the brain, but he was sent back home. He then got a beating for showing up late at home again.

    My grandfather and his brother are some of the nicest people imaginable today, I can't imagine how sad I will be when they die.
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:58:23 No.2442126
    archive nao MOTHERFUCKER
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:59:23 No.2442138
    cliturbate
    >> Anonymous 12/14/08(Sun)23:59:52 No.2442141
    >>2441979

    Reading the rest of this thread, I think it might not have been a good idea to post the story of how I shit my pants alongside all of these other terribly depressing stories.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:01:34 No.2442159
    >>2442141
    no worries, fecal matter can be traumatic
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:02:00 No.2442171
    When I woke up one Easter morning and my mom stabbed my uncle, kidnapped me, ran down the street and cried in an ally and held glass to my neck when police came.

    Also when she sold me and my brothers to pedophiles. That was pretty messed up too.
    >> GreatSuccess !g8jeddkvv. 12/15/08(Mon)00:02:55 No.2442185
    >>2441979
    Trauma is trauma, good sir.

    My dog of 17 years passed away last year around this time. He was this old sheltie collie, and I had grown up with him. One day, he just stopped functioning. Just sat down, started panting, and never got up again.

    Worst thing ever. I was 22 at the time, and damn near cried my fuckin' face off.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:03:34 No.2442190
    Well, what could be the worst? I've had couple of awful experiences as any person.

    My precious grandmother going lunatic due alzheimers, maybe. Or perhaps the time I got forcefully institutionalised. I've been witnessing some violence that has been sort of unsetting for me. In retrospect the unstable family that I had has really affected my development.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:03:47 No.2442191
    >>2441948

    You can come live me me! It'll be great.
    >> Delicious Blitzkrieg !wf5JJ352J. 12/15/08(Mon)00:03:54 No.2442194
    Schizofrenia + mother = ?
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:05:38 No.2442206
    >>2441948
    murder teim imo. do it. post pics plz kthx
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:06:59 No.2442219
    Traumatic...

    Probably breaking my big toe to the point where bone was sticking out of it when I was 8...

    That wasn't cool.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:09:08 No.2442235
    I found a dead kid in the woods when I was about 10. Out playing in this small wooded area with a friend, right outside our average, nice, middle-class suburb, we stumbled on a dead black boy, face up in the mud, barely hidden by leaves. I remember he had glasses and a white t-shirt, probably around our age.

    We went OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT and ran to get my dad. My dad was/is a cop, so he took charge and called it in. They also pretty much interrogated us, which scared the shit out of me at that age; I thought we would somehow be blamed because we found the body.

    All I know is they never solved the case, though he was definitely murdered. I guess it's not too traumatic compared to some of this stuff, but it freaked me the fuck out. I had nightmares about some big scary guy, coming to kill me because he knew I had found his murder victim.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:11:01 No.2442248
    I have experienced nothing that could be considered traumatic. Sometimes I wish I had.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:11:18 No.2442250
    I've lived a rather sheltered life, which is why i love this thread, so keep the stories coming.

    For me, it would be getting arrested. I was 17 at the time, and all my friends were 18, it was for possession. I spent half an hour in the back of a police car thinking about how i ruined my life, was going to need to pay for a lawyer and then couldn't pay for college, strained life with parents, and then my friends set up a deal where they would bust a dealer in town and they wouldn't charge us. The dealer was 17 and just got out of jail for heroin, and he wasn;t even a full time dealer. We barely knew him and his life was already pretty messed up, but knowing that my actions were a direct result of someone going to jail for probably 4-6 months put me in a depression that i'm just now really getting out of (It's been a year).
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:13:35 No.2442271
    Anytime I am faced with the situation of having to talk to an attractive woman. I don't know what to do.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:17:51 No.2442296
    I was robbed by a group of kids with shotguns.

    One of them was my dads ex-girlfriends son, he lived with us for like 2 months after his mom moved out.

    I was stuck in a strange bathroom at a lake for a long period of time. I thought my family was going to forget me. Also, I'm pretty sure it didn't actually happen, but I remember seeing a dead body in the bathroom.

    I was in the wave pool at water world when i was young. My thing got flipped over and I was stuck upside down. Almost drown.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:19:18 No.2442308
    >>2441651

    >It's ok mom, I love you anyways

    I spent 5 minutes just looking at that one sentence. Whoever you are, know that at least one person knows your story and wept for you.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:23:10 No.2442333
    >>2440181

    moar of picture. the one in front has perfect tits
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:27:47 No.2442370
    -Health crises when I was younger
    -Seeing fucked up shit in hospitals
    -Molestation
    -Shitty friends
    -Mental health issues

    I don't know what was the most traumatic.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:28:06 No.2442371
    i want to meet you girls who have been in these traumatic circumstances and fuck your guts out while choking, slapping and abusing you. i really do.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:29:25 No.2442388
    >>2441651
    That was beautiful... :'-)
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:29:26 No.2442389
    Yes, on second thought perhaps the single biggest source of trauma is my mother. There is something wrong with her, the way she acts at times. When you're child you do not really realise that such things are abnormal but now it really gets to me of how messed up it was.
    She would throw fits over the most trivial things, basically all she needed was some feeble made-up reason to attack me. Always me, not my sister, because I was the evil one. Sometimes she would say the same things all over again, like warn me about dirtying my clothes. She would go on about it for hours, saying the same things all over again and again. And then get all angry at me if she thought I somehow disobey her. I really do not know what all that was about. Perhaps I was just such terrible child
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:30:49 No.2442398
    this is a pretty good thread. I have no stories to tell
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:32:16 No.2442413
    My father having a heart condition.

    Hospital visits, standing outside our house at 11 AM for the ambulance, and so on.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:35:54 No.2442444
    lmao that story was bullshit. Right out of Hollywood, the good son or something.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:36:49 No.2442451
    I found one one of my best friends (and a girl I loved more than anyone in the entire world) was raped horribly. Beaten senseless and raped by a gang of thugs she had apparently pissed off.

    Then I found out she lied about it all. She told me this about 7 years after the fact. She was a bit fucked up, so I forgave her without giving it a second thought. I was friendzoned, but she was still the sweetest person in the entire world.

    Then she became a hardcore racist (what the fuck is wrong with Indian girls?) and refused to date anyone but the 1% of non-muslim Indians at her college. Then she blew up at me for talking to one of her friends/ex-boyfriends. Yes, for making conversation. I'm not a social retard or anything, but apparently he freaked the hell out that some stranger was talking to him over the interwebs (again, wtf Indians?). She hasn't talked to me since.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:37:18 No.2442455
    i was 18 in 2003 during the invasion. our convoy ran into a ambush and i shot about 4 IR fighters.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:38:39 No.2442462
    >>2442371

    This is what I desperately crave. You kind of guys need to wear a symbol or something so I can tell who you are in public.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:39:08 No.2442467
    10 or so years ago, when I was 9 or some such young age, my family took a vacation to San Fransisco. It's a normal family, I'm pleased to say. Wishing that my family was a drug-infested shithole would be a disservice to all of those who actually DO have to suffer from that.
    Statements aside, we were on a coast of some random-ass body of water. I think it was the pacific, though my 9-year-old self probably couldn't tell the difference.
    We went swimming. There was a few other groups of people there - it was a public beach. There was a weird little platform maybe 6 feet from the edge of the shore that many kids were jumping from into the water.
    Continued...
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:43:10 No.2442496
    hmmm...
    being molested when i was 15 (and the following arrest, trial and talking behind my back)
    having to have an abortion
    orrr
    seeing my 21 year old cousins just hours after he was in a car accident that put him in a coma for the past 3 years

    take your pick.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:43:17 No.2442498
    >>2442467
    Continued:
    I was interested by this thing, so I made the effortless wade over to it. I clambered on and was quite pleased just to stand there and revel in its floatyness. Then I jumped off, like the other people there. Oops.
    I can't swim. I can't now and I couldn't back then. I fucking hate deep water in general, and wouldn't be surprised if it was related to this event in a way.

    One of the jackoff kids who was playing near it had pushed the platform away from the shore. It was now maybe 15-20 feet away, now in 7+ feet deep water. I began to sink like a rock, desperately splashing at the surface to get air.
    I took one last breath and began to sink down. The water was muddy and couldn't see much. Those few seconds lasted an eternity for me.
    Luckily, my brother pulled me up and out in time. I stayed out for the rest of our stay.

    Fuck water, man.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:44:42 No.2442508
    Probably the time my friend nearly died in the back of my car.. yeah i'd say that was the most traumatic for me.
    I was 16 at the time (20 now) It was the first time we were getting drunk and he over did it
    I was drunk myself but I had to get him out of there we were it was just a house party and they were all kind of freaking as well
    Was the scariest time of my life was driving back I had no idea that I even started my car and was on the highway... I sobered up very fast though on the way

    I figured I had to bite the bullet and took him to his parents house I couldn't drive any further and I was pulling up on there drive way out of no where.. It was about 12:20 and I knocked on the door while calling his mom :( They had to get his stomach pumped... and I got my ass kicked by his dad and my dad in the same night .. Then in the morning I was up doing work for my dad and his friends SHITTIEST WEEKEND EVER and I cannot believe I almost lost my friend
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:47:06 No.2442527
    >>2442389

    I know how you feel. My mother denies she does anything wrong. She constantly makes fun of my dad, who usually doesn't say anything, but he'll sometimes yell and then she'll say she's getting verbally abused and deny she ever mentioned anything. She does it to me too, but I call her on it. So does my brother. She says we act like bloodsucking lawyers that twist her words, but all we really do is repeat exactly what she said and then say 'do you really think that?' Everytime one of us does something wrong she'll exagerate its effects and berate us. So many examples....the most recent one was a few days ago, when I couldn't find my wallet in the house, which I found ten minutes later. In the meantime she said I had already had my identity stolen, I was stupid and irresponsible, it was all her fault, and she called up 6 friends or relatives to let them know how stupid her son was and how they had been robbed. Thing was, I hadn't even left the house between using my wallet. This isn't really bad enough to be considered insane, but I don't know what it is....it's screwing me up though, and my little brother
    >> NO+U 12/15/08(Mon)00:50:36 No.2442552
    L-O-L-O-L-O-L

    I was 8 years old. I was carrying a snapping turtle I cought to my friends house near the main road. I placed the turtle in an aquairuim and then looked up. A black sports car ripped the front of a truck off and bounced along the curbs. My friend and I were the first people over and I watched a nigger spray blood out of his throat where he had slammed his head against the steering wheel and His head against the dashboard part in front of this.

    LULZ, then he went into seazuires and sprayed bloody foam into every part of the car.

    MWHWHWHAHAHAHAHAH. nigger had a horrible death in front of my eyes. I watched him vomit/spray foamy blood into his car as he died. AHHAHAHAHAHA I WATCHED SOMEONE DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH WHEN I WAS 8 SUCK MY DICK.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:50:41 No.2442553
    >>2442498
    i remember rescuing my brother from a pool when he was a kid at a hotel when he fell in. He was way tiny, prolly 3 or 4 if not younger. Don't think I ever told my parents.
    But when he was younger I was hitting some wiffle-balls with a bat. He walked up behind me, and I hit him in the back of his head during my swing on accident. I hit him pretty hard and now he has a learning disability. I'm not sure if it's my fault, but to this day I feel horrible about it. He was way premature and on an oxygen tank at the time :(

    btw, i'm
    >>2440981
    >>2441341 and
    >>2441352
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:51:49 No.2442572
    The last thing the cat I grew up with did before he died was crawl into my lap to lay down. He slept with me with his head on my pillow every night for at least five years.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:52:17 No.2442578
    >>2442388
    >>2442308

    Holy shit, you are both incredibly retarded, gullible niggers.
    >> NO+U 12/15/08(Mon)00:54:54 No.2442598
    >>2442572
    BLAH BLAH BLAH, FOAMY NIGGER BLOOD SPRAY YOU PIECE OF SHIT
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:55:10 No.2442600
    >>2442496
    I pick molestation.
    >> OPs 12/15/08(Mon)00:55:57 No.2442612
    I'm getting traumatized by just reading this thread.

    God damn, I have to hide this... :0
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:57:08 No.2442620
    Having to take care of my nana when everyone was away. Who knows where the fuck my dad and his sister (nana's caretaker) went, but I was alone. She was in the bathroom and calling my name. I cracked open the door to hear what she wanted, but her stupid ass doesn't speak English so I didn't know what the flying fuck she wanted. I finally pulled myself together and went in, without looking at her directly. She kept pointing at the cabinet beneath the sink, so I started pulling stuff out and showing it to her, like maybe she needed toilet paper? I still didn't know what the fuck she wanted, so finally she sighed and gave up. She sat there in the toilet til my aunt finally got back, which was like an hour later.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)00:59:08 No.2442635
    >>2442620
    What the fuck was so traumatic about that?
    OH SHIT AN OLD PERSON ON THE TOILET

    NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:00:11 No.2442646
    >>2442620

    THAT is your most traumatic experience? Ugh, fuck you bitch.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:00:48 No.2442652
    probably when i was in the hospital a year ago, December, stomach infection, etc, dropped from 170 to 125, could hardly eat or sleep, would have to shit blood, for the most part, at least 8-10 times a day. they gave me this gallon of salty liquid(inb4 hurrr sperm) and told me i had to drink the entire thing to cleanse my system before i get a colonoscopy. i sat on the toilet and drank it for an hour, nearly gagging every sip. oh yeah, and by cleansing the system, they meant id have evil explosive water/blood shits as i drank this demon juice. and the taste was fucked up, i had to chase it with something, i forget what.
    and i could never sleep, or when i did, i couldnt tell, and id never dream. so one night i had a lucid as FUCK dream thati got up out of my body and looked out the window at thedepressing winter. then i got up in reality and looked out the window and saw the same thing.
    its an amazing feeling to know death that close but goddamn if i ever go thru that again..
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:07:22 No.2442711
    a prison riot that i was in a couple of years ago. it was very brutal and i will never forget the animosity
    >> noko noko 12/15/08(Mon)01:07:25 No.2442713
    bump

    thread is awesome

    mootcox
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:17:40 No.2442803
    >>2442711

    Do you care to elaborate? I'm semi interested.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:18:53 No.2442813
    >>2442496
    >orrr
    THAT'S NOT HOW CONSENANTS WORKS, YOU STUPID CUNT.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:20:55 No.2442830
    >>2442711
    explain plox

    mootledootle
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:21:33 No.2442833
    >>2442250
    fuckin snitch
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:22:01 No.2442836
    When i was in kintergarden i saw this retarded kid (literally mentally challenged) stick his finger in the spokes on a the wheel of an exercise bike. The wheel was moving pretty quick and his fucking finger came off..pretty damn quick
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:22:34 No.2442842
    >>2442527
    my step mom did the same thing, repeating what we say in a mocking, singsong voice and twisting words. it annoyed me to no end
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:23:44 No.2442849
    >>2442527
    The same thing happened to me a couple of years ago in my highschool years, most noticeably. It does fuck you up. I decided that I didn't need that and moved in with my dad instead of going back and forth between houses every week. Every time I come back from a college break she pulls a more subtle version of the same old shit, with the nice tone of voice. Enter depressing rage. She keeps trying to do nice favors, but my dad and I realize that it's only to help me forget the shitty things she did. It almost worked, too. I hate mental instability. Hate is a strong word, but I almost feel its use is justified.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:24:09 No.2442854
    My cousin and I were playing doctor when I was 12 and she was 4. I'm tired and I need to study for finals, so I'll shorten this.

    She takes off her clothes and then her mom walks in. Accuses me of raping her (unfortunately, did not happen). Family thinks I'm a sick pervert (I am, but for other reasons). Have been going to therapy since then. I hate my life.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:25:52 No.2442871
    >>2442842
    FUCK my mom does that too.

    Wouldn't piss me off, except she loves using the word "immature" to describe me. Right, lady, cause it's SO mature to repeat people's words in a sarcastic tone. As your only argument. FFFFFF.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:28:40 No.2442896
    Started vomiting around 2 pm, by 6 pm I wasn't able to drink any water, so I wander over to the nearest hospital, which is thankfully just two blocks away (got to love NYC). However, at the ER I have to go through triage, which nominally is just seeing who needs treatment first. However, they don't seem to understand this, as it takes at least three hours for anyone to be triaged and they are always seen immediately afterwards. So here it is, 11 PM, 5 goddamn hours after I've had a drink of water, and they finally see me. They first give me an ultrasound (dude here, it's just quicker than anything else)... the computer it's hooked up to is running XP and making the shutdown goodbye sound at MAXIMUM VOLUME CONTINUOUSLY and no one has any idea how to shut it off or is even bothering to consider that this might not be normal behavior for sensitive medical equipment. They say it looks like appendicitis and decide they have to do a CAT scan, which requires me to drink about a quart of this disgusting liquid.

    part 2 coming
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:30:21 No.2442914
    Hmm, while it hasn't really had any lasting effects, one of the most emotional parts of my life was when I went to Poland and visited Auchwitz. Jesus Christ, it was sobering to be there and just think that shit even happened. I didn't even visit Birkenau, the other larger half.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:31:58 No.2442929
    This one time, I was making a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich. I had the peanut-butter spread perfectly over the first slice of bread, but when I went to the refrigerator to get the jelly, there was none.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:32:25 No.2442933
    >>2442929
    SOOOOOOOOOOO HILARIOUS LOLOLOL
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:34:26 No.2442949
    Needless to say, it ain't happening, and they yell at me for not keeping it down as if they seriously expected any other result. They keep moving the time back more and more when I'll actually get it. At 4 am I finally get it and they confirm my surgery for a few hours later. However, when I wake up at 10 AM the next morning they inform me that since this was not a scheduled surgery the emergency room is currently unavailable (WHAT???) and that I'm on for two PM tomorrow. I spend most of the day in and out of conciousness on morphine, getting IV fluids and watching action movies. The time comes and they put me under the knife. I wake up a bit later from the anesthesia... I'm a big guy (6'2", lift weights) and my first instinct upon waking up is to fight everyone, so a bit of a struggle ensues and I wind up knocking a nurse down. I start to come to and I can't piss because of the swelling. They decide to give me a catheter with no anesthetic... just shove that eighth of an inch pipe right up there. Spend the next few days getting ignored and my morphine doses skipped by stupid nurses.

    part 3 coming
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:35:29 No.2442961
    Once I bought a video card which turned out to be incompatible with my motherboard.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:40:52 No.2443005
    Turns out, since they spent their sweetass time in getting me into the operating room they had to use an old and highly psychoactive anesthetic. I spend the week after I get out in varying states of hallucination until I have an all-out schizophrenic episode and get checked into the same hospital's mental unit, where I'm stuck for over a week. At this point there's no getting back in school, so I'm stuck at home for a semester. It turns out that the hallucinations and other stuff doesn't stop, so I'm still at home wasting away my life doing nothing trying to rebuild my psyche from the combo of physical, psychological, and neurological stress. Our insurance company claims to have paid the bill, hospital says it didn't, it goes to collections and we spend months fighting it. I find out soon whether I get to go back to school, hopefully this shit is over.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:41:21 No.2443012
    >>2442933

    Don't belittle my trauma.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:43:40 No.2443037
    >>2442652
    Sounds like a PEG-3350 and Electrolytes mixture.

    Sure, the liquid power-shitting sucks. It does do wonders in the field of diagnosis, though.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:45:47 No.2443055
    >>2442896
    >>2442949
    >>2443005
    holy shit

    you're the bitch who knocked me down
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:48:19 No.2443082
    puberty

    blockblock
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:48:23 No.2443083
    watching my brother die when I was 13. He was driving me to school when we got hit by a truck that had swerved because the driver had falled asleep at the wheel.

    It crushed the drivers side but my brother was still conscious, and he started screaming about a minute after the crash, the worst screaming I've heard, it was like a fucking bear or some shit. he stopped screaming a couple minutes later when his lungs filled with blood (or so I assume, as blood started coming out his mouth a lot.) he died pretty soon after that. the passenger side was practically untouched, so I just got out of the car.

    his name was BEN
    since then I have alienated my parents, mostly because they wanted me to get therapy, when I dont.

    fuck them

    HIS NAME WAS BEN
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:49:03 No.2443088
    >>2443005
    Huh... I think I saw an episode of House like this once.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:51:14 No.2443108
    >>2441528

    gayest. shit. EVAR.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:52:12 No.2443124
    >>2440764

    Same here, the person you knew is eventually gone. What really gets me is the eyes. I've dealt with dead and dying people often enough (I have a pretty big family) but Alzheimer's still gets me like nothing else does.

    It's even more personal since there's a high chance I'll get it too. Already 3 generations on my mom's side with it..
    >> !7MDCnkTssc 12/15/08(Mon)01:55:02 No.2443154
    when i was young (dont remember exactly what age but it was under 7) so there i was just a small boy walking around in some fucking weird place, my bro who was about 9 at the time was taking care ofme while my perants did something, thats when i saw a bull terrier dog, i went up to it and it attacked me, ripped my lip in half and scratched my tooth,i remember a bunch of glue stuff that had to be put on my lip while more needles had to be put into my mouth.

    it cant really related to anyone elses serious truama here, guess ive been pretty lucky although that only counts as my most truamactic experince due to my lack of empathy, i know this because even though i loved my granpa when i was at his funeral i could'nt feel bad for anyone. maybe im fucked up....
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:55:53 No.2443164
    >>2443055

    men coming out of anesthesia are almost always violent, women just cry
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:58:38 No.2443186
    >>2443164

    Bullshit. I've always been indifferent coming off of it.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:59:08 No.2443190
    >>2443124

    This is sad.
    I wish you good luck Anon; hopefully you won't succumb to it.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)01:59:40 No.2443199
    My most traumatic experience was when I first visited /b/.

    I could hardly sleep the next two days.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:00:59 No.2443209
    >>2440882
    I had a stepdad of a girl I made a booty call to call me up and threaten to kill me. A while later someone sent him a letter with the date of my 18th birthday and my (wrong) address. To this day I wonder who sent that fucking letter.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:02:49 No.2443229
    >>2443190

    It's weird too, I've got a really, really good memory, I'd feel like I'm not myself without it. People like to test it too, they tend not to believe me when I say I can memorize strings of numbers at a glance and quote it back exactly months later. I'm always remembering a few things like that, but the other party usually forgets to ask again :p

    I really, really hope they find a cure before it even becomes an issue for me. I don't know how I could live without my mind intact, it's my best friend.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:02:52 No.2443230
    manfag here, i apologized profusely and told the nurse i loved her. so basically, anasthesia and alcohol have the same effect on me
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:03:51 No.2443238
    >>2442455

    what unit were you with?
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:06:11 No.2443260
    >>2440764
    Fuck Alzheimer's is a bad disease. The mind literally degrades into nothing, and the person is just an empty shell of who they once were. My grandmother had it bad. I'll never forget going over to her house when I was younger and she said 'who are you?' It was all downhill from there. Eventually she stopped talking altogether and occasionally grunted to communicate. What are you keeping alive after that? And we kept her alive for 3 years after it really set in.

    My neighbour too - his mother doesn't even know his name anymore. It's crushing, and the whole family has to live with that sorrow until eventually the person passes. It's almost a welcome release after that.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:09:25 No.2443281
    singlemost traumatic thing would be seeing my mother so out of her gourd on painkillers that she stumbled INTO THE SANCTUARY OF OUR CATHOLIC CHURCH with her dress off and shit covering her entire lower half asking for help, barely able to stand and drooling everywhere. the priest didn't want to even touch her, she was so disgusting. the PRIEST. and at that time my mother was by no means a small woman.

    i was sixteen.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:11:00 No.2443295
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    I might have blocked the worst ones, but the end of Sailor Moon was shocking to my then 13 year old self.

    It was like, "What? What!? WHAT!?".
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:12:01 No.2443307
    A bee stung me in the ear one time.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:17:07 No.2443354
    Seeing a lot of the drug abuse related stories here make me rage like fuck.

    Parents should never be using drugs. What the fuck are they thinking when they decide bringing a kid into a drug-filled house is going to be a good idea?

    Kids and underage b&s that overdose and poison themselves with alcohol. Fucking stupid. tbh I don't care whether these people die or not - they should take it upon themselves to research drugs and shit before taking them. Idiots.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:20:09 No.2443382
    >>2443295
    oh shit, for a moment I read that as "Menstrual Song Box"
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:22:30 No.2443408
    >>2440642

    My grandma sobbed at my G-pa's funeral. I'd never heard anyone sob like that before, and still haven't heard anything like it to this day
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:23:59 No.2443418
    Hearing my mom cry for the first time after our cat died. His name was Cookie.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:26:07 No.2443433
    I was passed out on my older brother's bed when I was kinda half awake/half asleep for some reason. I overheard him chopping something up finely and talking on the phone. He said something along the lines of "My family can't know what I'm doing. If my little brother woke up right now I'd have to traumatize him". I was tempted to scream as loud as I could, just to be an ass and have my parents bust him chopping coke. On other occasions I overheard him saying funny shit, like "maaaan I was fuckin that one ho to the beat of my techno music. Shit was SO cash!"
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:27:29 No.2443441
    >>2443260

    I'm going through this with my grandmother. 95 years old and her memory is completely failing her. I have to remind her who I am all the time. She forgets where she is, and always seems to think that she's on vacation or in the middle of moving somewhere. Sometimes she'll flash back in time and think she's still living with her ex-husband she divorced 30 years ago, or she'll start asking where her mother is. It's fucking sad.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:33:25 No.2443493
    >>2443441

    I should mention that it isn't Alzheimer's, though. She'll remember things that she forgot sometimes, and her memory kind of jumps around sporadically. Sometimes she'll be relatively normal and other times she'll just say completely insane things. She can still communicate just fine. I think it's just a combination of getting old and the blood-pressure medication she has to take.

    Still, it fucking sucks. She's completely miserable all the time. Constantly re-living the same day over and over. It's fucked up watching that happen to a person.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)02:33:45 No.2443498
    working in a hospital and seeing a SIDS baby, then having to tell the mother... she started crying like I had never heard... shit was traumatic
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:00:14 No.2443751
    I've had a few death scares. One night my mother got hit by a car that slid on some ice. My brother has been hit by a car twice now.

    I think the most traumatic thing was this one night when I was throwing a small party at my house, and a couple people I didn't know that tagged along with a friend of mine (I'll call him M) we're really fucked off their asses. Anyway, M's brother comes over with his cousin, who was tweaking at the time (was not aware). Suddenly, this guy stumbles into the bathroom, and starts puking up blood. One of the people I didn't really know (I'll call her A) goes into the bathroom to help him. This guy starts FREAKING the fuck out and hits A. Of course, A's boyfriend wasn't too happy with that and decides to punch this guy so hard in the fucking skull that it busts open.

    So picture this. I've got one pissed off dude, one crying chick and some guy going through some fucking roid rage type shit in this tiny ass bathroom. Oh, and the guys head was spurting out blood. My little brother (3 at the time) was sleeping in the next room.

    Now they say three's a crowd, but there were a hella lot more than three people in my house. The headcount totaled to about 9 people, and it was hard to maintain order. Our first reaction should have been to call a fucking ambulance, but seeing as all of us were underage b& at the time, it didn't occur. We all dissapeared into the basement (and A's boyfriend dissapeared from the house), leaving A in the bathroom with the tweaker and one of the girls on guard in front of the room my brother was sleeping in. God fucking kill me if I let anything happen to him.

    Cont.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:05:38 No.2443798
    Cont.

    Where was I... Oh right, we went into the basement, mostly to get away from the chicks crying and to form a plan that would get us in the least possible trouble. Our initial plan was yelling at M's brother to get the tweaker out of the house so he wouldn't bleed all over everything. Of course, he was drunk so he wasn't really listening. Then, we heard a scream. It was the single most horrifying cross between a scream and a sob I had ever heard. Time stopped. Half of us burst into tears, prepared for the worst. We thought that he had died.

    Then, silence. We waited for what seemed like forever for this girl to come downstairs and tell us he had, in fact, passed away. She never did, so we go upstairs, sobered up and ready to face whatever consequences.

    Finally we call this guy's mom. We go back upstairs, and it turns out the tweaker had moved around, coating every floor in the house in blood. Most disturbing thing I had ever seen. Then this man's mom comes over. I was crying across from the bathroom door, and all of a sudden this woman, probably no younger than 60 comes and hugs me and asks 'why did this happen to me?'

    Cont.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:10:10 No.2443844
    ahh lets see
    watching my dog and pretty much only friend die on my 18th birthday
    Realizing what was going on when my dog didnt come back from the vet with my mom when i was like 10
    my dads a beekeeper, and to try to get me to overcome my fear of bees, making me walk through what was practically a swarm of them in his honey house

    latest one, i was on a waterslide, and it got a little too fast for me, so i just laid back, relaxed, and waited for the end of the slide to come, which i thought was a little runway with like 4" of water.

    Nope, it was the one that empties into an olympic sized swimming pool. Fuck, and I can barely swim, and had just had a huge fucking lunch. Now, I don't do ANYTHING unless i have either my hand or foot on a brake of some sort. That means an end to ice skating, roller blading, skateboarding, etc.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:12:15 No.2443860
    Cont.

    It was this that made me dial those goddamned numbers that I was trying to avoid. M's brother and I quickly formulated a story that would keep A's boyfriend out of this (snitches get stitches, etc) and finally it was over. I spent the rest of the night bleaching the carpet that was bloodstained. I never got all of it out.

    And one year later? I was cleaning my computer case and I saw the faintest hint of blood, speckled right on the side.

    It doesn't seem so traumatic to those who have gone through worse things on here, but to a drunk group of 16 year olds, having someone OD on your hands and nearly dying is pretty traumatic.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:19:27 No.2443927
    >>2442389
    >>2442527
    >>2442849
    Oh goody, mother stories.

    My mother is a bitch. She swears constantly, abuses and belittles everyone and has the audacity to become indignant when someone points out her faults. My father is an absolute champion, he really is a great guy, I have nothing but trust for him but my mother treats him like shit and always says how he's an alcoholic and an abuser. Now, my father may drink something like one beer on average per month because it isn't worth her shit. She won't let him have any after work friends and has paranoid delusions about him cheating on her with every single woman be her coworker or whatever.

    When I was ~13yo my mother decided she wanted another child (My theory is that she just didn't want to get a job) and that was the WORST year of my life. She treated me like absolute shit and everyone excused her behavior because she was 'pregnant', like that's an excuse for being so fucking horrid to me.

    cont'd
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:29:42 No.2444016
    >>2443927
    It started off with little things. If I was in the hallways she would just barrel through me and tell me I should get out of her way because she is my mother and pregnant. I didn't mind that so much. But it got worse and worse, she would always just push me around everywhere. If I was anywhere near where she wanted to be she would just push right through me, never ask me to move or anything. But I sucked it up. She starts swearing at me and telling me off for things I did when I was a toddler. now I was a pretty good kid and she would use any excuse to yell at me.
    "You didn't clean the sauce off your plate before you put it in the sink!" (I did the dished every day mind you) and all sort of stupid shit. But I put up with it as it wasn't too bad. Then it gets worse, she starts hinting how much she hates me. Then she starts yelling at me and crying and then shed scream at me and threaten to kick me out of the house and because she knew I couldn't it was like one more thing she could hold against me. I really don't know why she hates me so much, it never really stopped after my brother was born. I pretty much became her personal abuse gimp until I grew big enough for her to not be able to push me around.

    I know it doesn't seem like much but it really broke me down after a year, I remember hiding outside one day and my old man coming up and telling how she doesn't hate me and trying to make me feel better.

    Having her accuse me of doing things on purpose all the time, constantly twisting everything so it seems like I go out of my way to be mean to her. Man, that was too much for me back then. But I thank her, from the bottom of my heart now. If it wasn't for how she treated me and my father as a kid I would be stupid and naive. Thanks to her I realized just how shit people really are.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:33:16 No.2444048
    >>2444016
    Mothers like the ones in these stories make me want to have tons of babies and spoil them and treat them extra well, and then get some foster kids and do the same thing when the biological ones grow up. Put a bit more love in the world for children or something.

    </mush>
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:37:25 No.2444093
    >>2444048
    Are you the girl with gasping ovaries who wants to rip our her uterus because of the cute picture of the baby??

    Normally I'd totally be with you on this one except I'm on my rags right now and the cramps are making me never want to put my reproductive organs through any more necessary pain ever.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:40:44 No.2444119
    >>2444093

    The sad thing is, you probably have no idea why your boyfriend thinks you're fucking disgusting.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:41:26 No.2444129
    >>2444093
    Nah, that's not me, I almost never get cramps. Maybe that's why I want a big family, because I don't know real pain there yet? Shit.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:43:28 No.2444148
    Trauma isn't something you really carry with you everyday so this might not be the worst thing I experienced.

    Maybe someone else who has been in this situation can sympathize with what I was thinking at the moment. When I was young I almost suffocated myself playing around with things too heavy for me (wood and shit out the back of my house), and I got pinned and couldn't breathe. I had almost given up, I felt like I could just give in and everything would be fine. I felt comfortable, I didn't really feel the need to breathe anymore, I knew I should, but it felt so good to just give up.

    I couldn't bring myself to do it.

    I got really freaked out and realized that once you die, that's it. You always know this but until you have actually been in the situation you just can't appreciate how big of a deal it really is. I didn't want to die, it sounds lame but from somewhere I managed to find a reservoir of strength to get the shit off me and grab life again. I thought of my friends and how much I want to spend time with them, how I haven't said goodbye to my family or pet my dog one last time. I just couldn't accept going like that and got free and was quite shaken but alive. I always reflect on that moment in my life whenever I feel down and say to myself there is still so much to do and see, people to meet, fun to be had and even sadness to be overcome. I will never give up my life while I still have a scrap of fighting spirit in me I will give it my all and live my life and enjoy every minute of it, hard times as well as good.

    It sounds like pure faggotry but it was quite the epiphany for me when I was still in my single digits.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:45:36 No.2444172
    >>2444048
    You might reconsider when they misbehave. Children will test their boundaries, and if they have none, they will become the cancer of society.

    I know a few adults that should have had more punishment when they were growing up.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:52:30 No.2444213
    >>2444172
    It makes me lol when you see those hick parents at the mall screaming at their kids, "Maddison! Git back here you fuckin' little brat! I'll belt yer ass!". Like screaming at your child and threatening to hurt it makes it want to come back facepalm.jpg.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:52:41 No.2444217
    >>2442496
    molested at 15? such an interesting euphemism for rape. Oh wait, maybe it was consensual, or you simply didn't know what your genitalia were for? RAPE.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:53:48 No.2444229
    >>2444172
    after the first asskickin, it will.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:54:43 No.2444233
    Either waking up in a hospital after getting terribly hammered or finding out that I would have had another uncle had he not died under circumstances nobody will give me a straight answer on.

    I was pretty depressed when I heard about this guy, his name was Richard, my mom's brother. My dad was talking about my aunt, who's pretty messed up (always attributed to drugs, apparently she went nuts at a party or something and thought my dad was the devil and it scared my mom enough to take all the knives and hide them as her sister had to stay over for the night), and he mentioned she was messed up probably because of Richard, I asked who, and he told me about him, said he was a real genius but he died when he was 19 at the time.

    I was 19 at the time I heard this. I felt horrible, but I committed myself to try and be a better person, to try and make this uncle I never even met proud.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)03:54:47 No.2444235
    >>2444148
    had a similar experience involving heavy hammers and a staircase
    >> ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ 12/15/08(Mon)03:59:10 No.2444269
    meh, nothing super srs.

    some kid tried to bone me when i was about 12. he was a huge fatass that could get away with that shit. he pretty much rubbed his fat ass body all over me (on top of his bed). only thing that stopped him is i threatened to call out aloud, which would alert his old ass grandma who was still there.

    i'd like to meet him again, so that i could give him the cock pleasuring he deserved, while draining his body of essential life fluids.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:00:28 No.2444278
    Concussion when I was 3. Cousin was pulling me around in a wagon in circles. He turned too sharp, and I fell out on my head onto cement.

    Splinter under the noenail of my left big toe. My uncle had to soak my foot in water and slowly cut it away. I don't remember it hurting, but I remember crying the entire time. (I was under 10 years old.)

    My early teenage years... uhm. No, just all of them. From like 12 to 17 sucked dirty asshole, for various reasons. Actually, starting at 10, when my mom and step-dad seperated.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:02:48 No.2444300
    My mom was pretty much insane, though I think it was due to my dad. All this shit stopped when they got divorced and she remarried a calm older guy that's actually NICE to her. I could tell a million stories about my mom. She rarely hit me, and these stories won't seem like "abuse", but she was just...insane until I was about 17. There's no other word for it. Insanity.

    1. She would randomly go through my backpack and just find anything, say, a piece of paper I had doodled on. With a little dragon fighting a stick figure or something.

    "WHAT'S THIS WHAT DID YOU DRAW"
    "Um, a dragon or something, I dunno..."
    "YOU ARE DRAWING EVIL SHIT INSTEAD OF PAYING ATTENTION IN CLASS"
    "No, mom, remember I have straight A's..."
    "GET IN YOUR ROOM GET IN YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW, NO DINNER, AND I AM SEARCHING YOUR BACKPACK"
    "Uhhhh, what?"
    "DO WHAT I SAY RIGHT NOW GODDAMN IT"
    "Ummm, okay..."

    I could go on and on, but I won't unless someone asks. The funny thing was that 75% of the time she was a nice, normal mom....she just had these outbursts of insanity.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:04:00 No.2444308
    I didn't have any friends until I was 11, when I was allowed to use the internet. When I was 8 or 9ish, my mom made me see a child psychologist, who told me to try to reach out to the other kids in my neighborhood. I ignorantly invited two nigglets into my house while my mom was at work. They beat me up, threw me in the dumpster, and drowned my pet bearded dragon in lamp oil.

    Never trust niggers.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:07:30 No.2444328
    I recall one night when I went to a party, I was sick at the time and on meds that said "do not consume alcohol". Guess what I did? Yep I was sloshing the drinks down and I started to feel dizzy as fuck. I was thinking how this couldn't be right, it takes a lot more to get drunk. But I put a few more down my throat and it got much worse. I high tailed it to the bathroom and hurled with the strength of an Olympic javelin thrower. It didn't help, I got worse and worse, I couldn't stand as I was completely disorientated and I remember thinking I should go to the hospital because I felt like I was going to die but chickened out of it. I remember it all clearly. I remember feeling like the ground was shaking violently, I was gripping the bed like I was going to fall off and had a splitting headache.

    I felt fine in the morning though.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:11:19 No.2444351
    >>2444300
    Shit, my mom's the same way. Except she always heard voices and shit, and she thought that someone was writing her secret messages on the toilet paper. She used to hoard it all in her room and scribble on it with colored pencils to 'make the writing show up.'
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:15:33 No.2444378
    >>2444300
    I'm the post above you. When I was about 12, my mom and I were living with my dad's mom (yeah, my mom lived with the woman who divorced her son). Anyway, I had borrowed some manga from a friend (can't remember the name of it) but my grandma went through my backpack and found it. Whatever manga it was, there were a few scantily clad women, and I guess the word "necrophilia" was used maybe once in the book, I really don't remember. So I ended up getting a lecture from other people in my family about how bad it was and blah blah. Later, my grandma had lost a candle and blamed me. She said I was a witch, and took it to my friend's house for seances. She found it behind her couch.
    Fuck family.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:16:57 No.2444389
    >>2444308
    Fuck niggers. I once accused one of having a girlfriend. He waited until I wasn't looking and then tried to break my neck. Can anyone say overreaction? It hurt, but obviously he waz doin it wrong.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:17:31 No.2444393
    >yeah, my mom lived with the woman who divorced her son

    Um, rather, my mom lived with the woman who was the mother of the man she divorced and....
    I should've found a better way to say that. I'm sure anon gets what I mean, though. MOM AND DAD DIVORCED. DERP DERP.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:18:08 No.2444401
    great tits on that girl in front there
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:19:58 No.2444418
    >>2444351

    Crazy mom guy here. I was once slapped over and over in Wal-Mart and then grounded for a month because she thought I said "damn". I was 10 or something. We were shopping, and I was asking if we could get some Oreos or something, she said no, and I said "Aw man...."

    DID YOU SAY DAMN DID YOU JUST CURSE AT YOUR MOTHER
    What, no mom, no way, I said "aw man"!
    YOU DID I HEARD IT YOU SAID DAMN
    No mom I swear, I said "aw man", I wouldn't curse!
    AND NOW YOU'RE LYING ABOUT IT HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM?

    By this time everyone nearby is gawking and she proceeds to slap the shit out of me until I'm literally curled up on the floor. Then she yanks me up, orders me into complete silence, and continues shopping. And she gets some Oreos. Two packages. I'm walking beside her crying, not because she hit me, but because I can't understand why my mother is so completely insane sometimes.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:22:06 No.2444430
    My earliest childhood memory.

    watching tv with my father
    with our pants down
    him forcing my hand onto his hard penis
    i try to get out of the situation by telling him i thought i heard someone coming home

    i forget what happens after that.
    >> ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ 12/15/08(Mon)04:33:24 No.2444498
    >>2442527

    Same with my mother; it began when I was about 13 and lasts up until this day. My dad just doesn't care anymore, she's accrued more than enough debt to put him under for a good while, just just barely manages to keep it paid off. I think the only reason we've never done anything about her is he knows in the back of his mind that he'd have to put up with the huge wall of financial bullshit that's been erected.

    I'm quite confident she has paranoid schizophrenia, and several times her entire family has come over to talk about getting her committed, it just hasn't really happened yet.

    I imagine if it happens during your more formative years (before age 10 or so), it could affect you. Blaming yourself for someone else's abnormal behavior is completely senseless, though.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:39:05 No.2444527
    finding out that my grandpa molested my mom, my aunt and my two female cousins (20 years later). i still have to see that fucker at least once a month and act friendly, on my mom's behest.

    fuck. just.. fuck.
    >> ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ 12/15/08(Mon)04:39:36 No.2444531
    >>2442553

    I don't know what's up with parents leaving their kids alone. I think they see you in the pool, along with some other could-care-less kids, and they think it's all okay.

    I remember pulling two different little girls out when I was younger. Their moms had just completely ignored them over in the deep end, with those shitty little arm floaty things that gladly fail to keep your head above the water.

    Heh, reminds me of a time longer ago when I couldn't swim. I got into the end of the pool at a hotel that was probably a foot deeper than I was tall. I was like holy shit, I can't swim. So, I bobbed up and down from the bottom of the pool to the top (slow motion jumping, bro), getting a breath each time. My mom eventually took notice of this faggotry and dragged me out.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:40:44 No.2444542
    >>2444048
    Agreed. My mom did some shitty things in her life, but they were never directed at me. They were just bad decisions.
    Oh, except one time she said she hated me because I spilled nail polish remover on a table and it took off the finish. :/
    She never abused me, physically or mentally, though. Just the stuff she did while I was around is shocking. drugs (weed - not a big deal, and coke); having guys come over, telling me to go in my room and not come out, then hearing some random guy fuck my mom through the wall; and WORST OF ALL, GIVING AWAY MY CAT BECAUSE SHE COULDN'T TAKE ANIMALS TO THE PLACE SHE WAS MOVING INTO! (Okay, not the worst part, but still made me cry.)
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:41:45 No.2444550
    I don't really have any traumatizing stories, so I guess that's a good thing. One thing that makes me think, though, is how about two years ago we went to the funeral for a great aunt of ours (I believe it was a great aunt). Died of cancer. We only saw her, oh, jeeze, once every summer? At most. Anyways, before, my brother and I were talking casually (he's about five years younger; I was 17 at the time) about this and that, telling him about my religion, about how death means nothing, etc.

    And then at the funeral, he just breaks down into tears, crying. My sister who's a year older than him didn't shed a single tear, but he was just...wow, I couldn't believe it. My mom had to take him out.

    Also, regarding dogs dying: I'd rather my dog just die of old age one day then to actually have to put it down. If I had to be there with my hand on her chest as the heart stops beating I'm pretty sure I'd kill myself immediately afterward. Same goes for if that had to happen with any family member, but dog is most likely. That'd fuck me up something good.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:42:34 No.2444558
    when i got a call that my step brother shot himself

    i was playing wow, i hung up and continued to play wow

    then i quit the game for good

    also every night for like months i would wake up anxious like omg that nigga is really dead wtffff

    but not anymore, that was bugging me like crazy
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:43:43 No.2444566
    >>2444542
    Oh, and also, my mom robbed a gas station. She was in prision for 2 years and missed my high school graduation.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:46:27 No.2444592
    >>2444550
    ohhhhh your religion? death means nothing huh?

    why don't you go worship some quartz or read your daily horoscope or something you dumb bitch.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:54:00 No.2444640
    >>2440576
    A month after I dropped out of college, some kid jumped from the 2nd floor into this basement part (students called it "the dungeon." vending machines, tables for studying, and a coffee shop were down there). He didn't die immediatly, but at the hospital. A friend of mine walked past a minute after it happend on the way to class.

    >>2440940
    9/11 stuff makes me emotional too, and I wasn't even in NYC or anywhere that was attacked. It was just a really scary day for me too (was in downtown Cleveland, which was being evacuated). Watching clips of the towers falling makes my eyes tear up.

    This thread is really interesting. Going to bed, but I hope it's still here tomorrow.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)04:55:33 No.2444653
    Too many Mother-stories

    >>2441651
    >it's okay mom, i love you anways
    Why are people saying this one is fake? I agree it does sound like a pretty calm and DEEP thing for a young kid to say.. Is from a movie?

    This kind of scene is pretty 'strong' in my mind..
    In a dream I had once I 'had' to kill my family for whatever reason. I was knifing them on a computer game map which somehow was 'our kitchen' (dod_heutau - Axis second flag, the ruins, for people who played Day of Defeat) and most of my family was no issue until I got to my little sister, I was slicing her throat really deeply, with the ghosts of the rest of my family urging me on ("Go on, you have to do it") but even my little sister whose throat I was cutting was looking up at me saying "Don't worry it's OK" . Shit was so Sad.
    Also my favorite lyric is Taking Back Sunday - "the truth is you could slit my throat/ And with my one last gasping breath/ I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt"

    As for my own most traumatic experience.. Uncle's suicide in the house I was spending the night in (grandparents).. He hung himself in the closet. It was like a family reunion. He'd arrived late that night (I'd gone to bed), killed himself that night, in the morning coming back from an excursion we could see emergency services outside the house and a very sad-looking grandfather. . My sister who was pretty young at the time said that during the night she'd heard "weird coughing noises" from his room.
    Definitely not as bad as other shit in the the thread, but wotev
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:03:46 No.2444723
    Interested read, I personally don't have any traumatizing moments for me. But not to say that I haven't been in any close encounters.

    My mom once dated this incredibly violent man and he would beat her while drunk and drugged up. She would ignore our pleas to leave him, even as kids we knew he was no good. He never hit us personally, but there was a few times where he would have if my mom had not intervened.

    Anyways, out of the many instances..the one most dramatic was when after coming home from the store..we decided to stay at our uncle's house who lived underneath our apartment. My mom's boyfriend was drunk, and we wanted to avoid confrontations. Unfortunately, the bastard began yelling for my mom..and when she didn't answer he came storming down and kicked the door open.

    My uncle immediately knew was going to happen, so he ran into his room. We all moved to the narrow hallway to try and get as far away from him. (My mom, brother, me, and my sister). After he walked near us, my Uncle pulled out an object which popped several times. It took a few seconds to recognize that it was a gun, and that he shot him multiple times in the chest. I suppose he was heavily drugged up, because it didn't seem to affect him.

    Anyways, we ran outside and called the police on a neighbor's phone. And then I saw my cousin run inside to help his dad in the struggle. Shortly, around 8 police officers stormed inside and dragged the prick out. Anyways, my mom still continued to see him after until she finally came to her senses and left him.

    but I remember, a few weeks after that incident he was showing me the marks on his chest and shoulders from the surgery he received to remove the bullets. Yeah, and I thought it was cool. One of those odd "bonding" moments.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:07:24 No.2444748
    >>2444723
    *Interesting

    Mutebl0xxxx
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:14:16 No.2444802
    Jesus, you are all really fucked up. My life's freaking awesome.

    My dog died when I was 6. That's about it.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:16:48 No.2444824
    I haven't had many traumatic experiences. But this one time when I was about twelve, me and a couple friends decided to go down to an area of this one creek where the water moved the fastest. Long story short, we crossed it, realized we couldn't cross back over, got lost for a while, then somehow found our way back.

    At the time it was pretty frightening.

    BTW, there is a shitload of wooded area and the creek branches a lot, so it's not like we got lost crossing a stream in my backyard.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:19:29 No.2444844
    >>2442455
    nice k/d ratio bro
    you're a pro
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:26:15 No.2444888
    Have any of you gotten into bad situations that you caused, but for some reason you just keep making it worse and worse intentionally? It's hard to explain, in the back of your head you know what you're doing is going to fuck up a lot of shit but you keep doing it anyway.

    I raped my friend's mom, and that's what it was like. I think I was like 17, maybe older, I can't even remember now. I was jerking off in their bathroom since it was late and I was sleeping over; I can never get to sleep unless I do. I didn't even close the door all the way, I just assumed everyone was asleep like a fucking moron. She came in while I was halfway through and surprised me. She sort of made this weird face that I'll never forget, it wasn't even like surprise or shock, just kind of confused. I grabbed her and put my hand over her mouth because I thought she was gonna scream. It sort of went down hill from there and by the end she was crying. I told her I'd kill her if she told anyone.

    I stopped going over there, but I don't think he knows, we're still friends, but whenever he says anything about his mom I don't know what to do.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:26:23 No.2444889
    >>2444235

    A heavy hammer fell on you and you couldn't breath no more?
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:27:27 No.2444896
    >>2442455
    What's it like to shoot a man?

    How does it work in real life when there's a fire fight? Do you shoot at a guy and in the back of your head you just think "Yeah, I got him." and know it was you, and not someone else?
    >> ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ 12/15/08(Mon)05:30:32 No.2444918
    >>2444888

    Rape is pretty cool man. You should be proud of your accomplishment.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:38:14 No.2444970
    >>2442296
    favorite, be my friend please
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:38:54 No.2444975
    >>2444016
    >>2443927
    I punched my mom in the face once. I don't know what she was doing. She's usually nice and actually used to baby the shit out of me. I was maybe 13ish, and I was sitting in my bed reading. I should have been in school, but it was some field trip and I didn't want to go. So it's like 7am or whatever. During middle school, I used to just not go, a lot. I mean I would miss at least a day a week, and I still had pretty good grades. So this is why this is weird for her to be acting like this.

    I tell her that it's no big deal and it wouldn't matter if I missed it. She starts, like, pushing me. Not even to push me out of bed, just nudging me really hard up against the wall. I probably yell like "quit it" or something, and keep trying to read. She starts trying to tear the book out of my hand, saying to get up, but not like yelling at me. She has this infuriating, almost smug guilt-tripping voice she uses when she's not getting her way. So she's nudging me and trying to take my book. Then she starts to rip it, and eventually a handful of pages come out.

    I leap out of the bed, and I'm just wearing my underwear. And she just sort of looks at me, shaking her head in this "I know better," sort of way. I don't know why, but I can't control myself and I slug her right in the jaw. At least I think I did, but I somehow must've torn out her earring. She sits there crying, telling me I'm not her son. I don't even yell, I just tell her to leave.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:40:27 No.2444986
    People who bleed everywhere are annoying. When I was 19 I lived with a another 19 year old guy in a small 2-bedroom flat (apartment). We lived together for about 6 months and after the first month or so things started to get really tense. Ah I can't really do this story justice without going into more detail but things got really bad towards the end. One night he came home late at night and I was watching a video in the living area with a mutual friend and he was really aggressive toward me just for sitting there and I was like "yeah, whatever." So he jumped me and as I was trying to get away (we had the lights off and I was sitting down so I see properly or defend myself from that position) I fell over on one of the other couches and he punched me a few times in the back of the head. Anyway that's just an example of the bullshit.
    One morning at about 5am I'm woken by the guy coming home. Soon I hear loud banging on my bedroom door. I'm thinking "ok, he wants me to react to this shit and come out in a rage then he's going to rumble." So I decide to just lay in bed and let him tire himself out. But he seriously keeps banging for about a whole hour. Gradually my thoughts turn to "uhhh... he's more psycho than usual." They were really aggressive, horror-movie-like sounds; he was hitting the door fucking hard. So I keep waiting..... the conclusion is when he pushes the door open and grins at me, the door swings inward and I see the front of it is covered in blood. It seemed that he split his hand open from smashing it against the door so hard, but instead of thinking "maybe I should stop," he thought "nar this is cool, I can use my blood to really freak anonymous out."
    >> Lynx !!KY+lVSl0s2m 12/15/08(Mon)05:40:46 No.2444988
    Me and my dad were on a road/camping trip from Tennessee to Texas. On the far side of Arkansas is a military base called Fort Chaffee, we were leaving and heading to Devil's Den state park when we came upon a wreck, the thing that stopped us was a 10 year old bloody girl wearing a nightgown walking up the road with her left arm nearly torn from the socket and elbow and a shattered hand. I wrapped her up in a blanket while my dad ran to the flipped and smashed explorer that was still on fire with the engine running. He runs back to me with a baby seat with a thankfully intact baby inside and runs back. I hose the engine with a dry fire extinguisher and go back to ask the girl what happened. She said her grandma fell asleep, right then my dad yelled for his wire cutters from the truck, he found her 150ft away wrapped in barb wire 3 feet off the ground with her left leg hanging on by ligaments at the knee. He tried to cut her out, but it took forever, she died while we were cutting the fence. First person on the scene was an orthodontist and his wife, he was so callous about it, just a 'yep, shes dead alright' which was a lot for my 15 year old brain to handle. fuck its making me queasy to remember this. I've seen dead people since, but having someone die while you're trying to help them is fucked up. She kept trying to talk, even tho she had big chunks taken out of her neck and face, I kept telling her the granddaughter and baby were fine, but she kept making these gurgleing sounds after that. We kept cutting for half an hour before the cops got there and told us she had died minutes before, she kept blinking and looking right at me and spasming, I still don't know when she actually died. The little girl was fine and the baby didn't have a scratch. My dad still had nightmares, and we havent gone on a road trip for 7 years.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:44:10 No.2445017
    >>2444975
    I should add, I think the worst part about it is that after however long that bad tension lasted, she acted like it never happened. She went back to being my annoying mom who treated me like a toddler.

    I sometimes wonder what she would do if I just pointed it out to her that I did this.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:50:56 No.2445065
    Aciddentally breaking a glass door while arguing with my mom.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:53:49 No.2445088
    >>2444975

    Spoiled teenage cunts. Goddamn I hate brats.
    "I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL BAWWW"
    Fuck I would've kicked your punk ass out of my house so fast.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)05:59:57 No.2445129
    >>2444975
    What a worthless disrespectable little shit you are. I hope you get hit by a car.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:01:04 No.2445142
    I was spending a night camping at the beach, drinking and taking pills with some people I thought were my friends.

    This one guy didn't like me and decided to bash me. He got everyone else to agree not to step in and then came up behind me and punched me in the back of the head and started kicking/stomping my head. Then i got dragged to my feet and beaten by the guy while my 'friends' stood around us in a circle, pushing me back towards the guy whenever i stumbled away or tried to escape.

    After i could no longer get up they spat on me, took my phone and wallet and left me lying there. I spent the rest of the night lying bloody on the beach with a broken jaw, cheekbone and ripped clothes crying.

    When morning arrived i went back to the campsite to find they had all left and my stuff had been burnt in the campfire. It took me almost 4 hours of walking to get back to the nearest town.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:02:58 No.2445163
    >>2444986
    Not long after that I moved back in with my parents (so adverse was I to living with another person [I couldn't afford rent on my own]).
    When I moved out again I moved in with 5 other people, I thought this would be better because interactions between the people wouldn't be as intense.
    There were: a 30-something musicfag, a mid-20s freegan/dumpster-diver/hippie, an early 20s art student chick, her boyfriend, a mid-20s apprentice baker, and another young dude who was mutual friends with the last two.
    It was ok for a while. I lasted there a lot longer than the other place.

    But I never really hit it off with the baker guy. He was always sleeping in, working during the night, so we didn't really see each other. So I always felt a bit weird around him. Sometimes he would say weird shit, get aggressive and stuff. One time there was a mafia killing not far from our house, and he made this comment like "yeah don't fuck with me cause I got my own mafia." I thought he was joking, but even though he was full of shit he was sincerely trying to be intimidating. I thought, "whatever," I didn't have to deal with him much so I just forgot about his little occasionaly outbursts, and avoided him if I needed to.

    Anyway, one morning I'm worken by screaming loud banging and shouting. The night before he had had some mouth surgery done (he had meth teeth) and apparently he was reacting to the drugs. Then my door swings open. He pushed it open as he was stomping up and down the hallway smashing shit. The girl friend is just screaming at him to chill out.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:03:13 No.2445168
    >>2445163

    So I'm laying there like "what the fuck, are they just having a bad argument.... or .... why did he push my door open anway?" After a few minutes I lean up out of bed and slowly close my door (my bed was close to the door). Seconds later he opens it again. He pops he head in "YOU, YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE." then he dissapears and there's more breaking and screaming. and I'm just wtf. Then he comes back in and he says more crazy shit (btw this is one of the few times in the 8months I lived there that he ever spoke to me directly). He says "THIS HOUSE IS DEFUNCT.... I DON'T NEED A REASON... YOU MOVE OUT" I'm just looking at him wondering what the fuck (I'm sitting in bed). He gets in my face and he's like "YOU WANT HIV? YOU WANT HEP-C?" I realise his hands are cut up. He starts flicking blood on me. He's saying "DO YOU UNDERSTAND. YOU HAVE TO MOVE OUT", getting close into my face. So I'm just nodding my head saying "ok, ok I'll move out." Then he snaps me on the cheek and runs out the door. I got up and tried to talk him down a bit, his mother showed up and she was trying to talk him down too, but he's like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT," pushing me over. So I go for a walk around the block, when I get back I hear about how the ambulance officiers came and how he fought them off and the police came and sprayed him and he fought them too before they finally got him into the ambulance. I survey the damage and there's blood splattered pretty much everywhere in the house, including on my bed, in my room, up and down the hall, in the kitchen etc etc. Apparently he escaped from the hospital and they had to get a team of guys to subdue him, take him in and strap him down for the night.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:03:44 No.2445173
    >>2444975
    You're lucky enough to have a mother who cares for you, and you act like a god damn nigger child with no respect whatsoever.

    I'd personally kick the shit out of you if I knew you did that.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:07:34 No.2445201
    >>2445168
    >>2445163
    >>2444986
    I guarantee this guy is going to turn into one of those office working serial killers.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:15:07 No.2445254
    >>2440643
    shit sounds too intense. i dont think you are telling the truth.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:18:50 No.2445278
    >>2445201
    I work in an office so i'm halfway there I guess.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:20:17 No.2445288
    >>2440181
    That time cancer almost killed me very slowly.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:25:11 No.2445321
    >>2444802
    Dick thinks not having anything of meaning happen in his life makes it awesome.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:30:20 No.2445353
    >>2445321
    Having a traumatic event happen in your life isn't a good thing. It's not something you want.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:45:23 No.2445457
    >>2440181

    moar requests for archive plox!!!!!!
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:45:28 No.2445459
    >>2445353
    It hardens you up for the real world.
    Although it's horrible, you learn to move on with it.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)06:59:04 No.2445549
    A two tonne generator fell out of a crane harness above me. I saw it falling on me just in time and flung myself backwards, meaning I didn't die, but I couldn't get completely out of the way and it landed on my legs.

    Apparently I blanked out for about ten seconds or so when I hit my head on the concrete floor (this was on a construction site, top floor of a building without stairs, only ladders, just to make it harder to get me in an ambulance). I remember a moment of nothingness where I had time to think "oh shit" and then an indescribable searing agony, like being stabbed with a thousand white-hot knives all over the lower half of my body. Then I was screaming for people to get it off me, and guys were ineffectually trying to lift it off with their hands. Luckily one of the guys who was there was a friend of mine and not retarded, and he had immediately run off to get a jack, so after about a minute it had been lifted off me.

    When the paramedics arrived, it took them about 10 minutes to find a vein for the anaesthetic. It was one of the paramedics' first day on the job and he was white as a sheet. My legs were a complete mess, and I was screaming in agony.

    When they got the injection in, it took the edge off it enough for me to be lucid. I looked down at my legs, and it seemed that my left leg had been on top of my right and had therefore taken the brunt of it. My right leg was sticking out at an alarming angle from the knee, but the left was just shattered. My foot was flat on the floor at a right angle about two inches further away than my knee should be. My ankle was completely snapped, and so was my shin, so I could basically see my foot sitting there with a stump on top, then my leg forming a kind of Z pattern towards my knee, which had snapped from the femur and twisted around 180 degrees.

    Cont...
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)07:01:37 No.2445561
    >>2445459
    Then it's ok if I just rape you to make you really hard? Yeah that make sense.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)07:04:08 No.2445582
    >>2445459

    There's a difference between having experiences that toughen you up, and traumatic experiences that you are completely unprepared for.

    By your logic, victims of child molestation, rape, and torture should be the most level and chill people out there.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)07:08:25 No.2445618
    >>2445549

    ...inued

    They called a surgeon out to the site, a doctor injected me with clinical grade heroin, the surgeon told me to grit my teeth and look the other way and then he reset my leg right then and there, me completely conscious, with a series of sickening pulls and crunches. After about 2 hours on site, some firemen who had been there most of the time strapped me to a stretcher and carried me down three ladders to get me in an ambulance. They smacked my left foot on a scaffolding pole on the way and it nearly came off.

    I asked the paramedic in the ambulance what my chances of saving my left leg were, or ever walking again. He didn't answer. I kept asking people the same question at the hospital and nobody would answer me, all the doctors kept looking away. I was convinced I was crippled for life, an amputee, never walk unaided again, etc. I cried non-stop the whole time they were prepping me for surgery, and my mother was trying to comfort me but she was in tears too and obviously thinking the same thing I was, so it just made it harder.

    I woke up in a state of absolute groggy confusion in an strange bed in the middle of the night. It took me about 5 seconds to register I was in a hospital, then it all flooded back instantly. My eyes snapped down to check if I had legs or not (that is a surreal experience, let me tell you). Happily, I could count two feet, even if my legs were completely caged in external fixators - I actually lay there laughing for about five minutes just out of sheer relief. The nurse thought I was crazy, I swear - guy comes in having suffered massive injuries, wakes up from a 12-hour surgery and just laughs his ass off uncontrollably!
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)07:15:29 No.2445664
    >>2445618
    how it went, can you walk without trouble?
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)07:20:59 No.2445702
    I have to admit not much traumatic stuff has really happened to me, I don't think. I'm usually pretty unresponsive to that kind of thing (I didn't care much when my parents got divorced and everyone else flipped out, I was 15) but nothing as crazy as some of this shit has ever gone down in my life.

    Something that came to mind while reading through, that is definitely not the most traumatic thing, was this very short event when I was 9 at camp. I've only thought about this once or twice since it happened. I don't really remember any dialogue or what was happening, just images. I was at a pretty regular camp but it had Christian undertones. Me and the other kids and the counselors were walking on the road along the lake and we found this huge frog. Everyone stops and we're all admiring this awesome king frog. Then one of the kids picks it up by the leg and throws it up into the air, to 9 year old me it looked like 10 stories but was probably like 50 feet or something. The frog comes back down and smacks on the pavement and dies (instantly, I think). No one tried to stop this kid and no one reprimanded him, and a lot of people thought it was sweet. Including the counselors, who were probably how old I am now. I was really sad for the rest of the day and never wanted to be around that kid anymore, and looking back I'm still really upset that that happened. I can't believe the adults didn't do anything. If I were a counselor I'd make SURE when that kid left camp he knew why it's not OK to kill things like that.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)07:21:54 No.2445707
    >>2445664

    I can't bend the left knee more than 60 degrees, I can't run or jump particularly effectively, standing around for a long time hurts and walking long distances is pretty painful - but I can walk down the street on my own two legs with nobody having a clue there was anything wrong, and if you'd offered me that while I was in that ambulance looking at the paramedic not answer my question I would have kissed you. It's all good.

    I'd far rather go through what I've been through than what people in this thread have described regarding all the horrible emotional abuse from their parents. Fuck that.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)07:22:51 No.2445716
    >>2445702
    Divorce didn't effect you but a dead frog does?
    >> Alakazam !!OEP6m59Bksc 12/15/08(Mon)07:24:24 No.2445729
    >>2445707

    Yay good end

    Nothing traumatic has ever happened to me, I am extremely lucky I guess
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)07:26:37 No.2445743
    >>2445716
    I'm not the guy you're replying to, but imo that makes perfect sense.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)07:27:35 No.2445750
    >>2445716

    Yeah. I don't necessarily think there's anything wrong with me in that regard, actually my girlfriend when I was 17 while it was still going on thought I was messed up because I didn't care. One of the reasons she broke up with me. I love my parents and my sisters but it just wasn't that big a deal to me, we all went on living. Everyone has told me that that was a mature way to handle it - why flip out over something that I can't control? I said "that sucks" and kept going, if they want to get divorced it's for the best. As oppose to a sick and random act of cruelty to a living thing that was just minding its own business.

    I'm not nearly as sensitive to human life as I am to animals, and right now I'm coming off as much more of a PETAfag than I am. I just don't think it's fair what that kid did, and it really bothered me that no one said anything.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)08:02:23 No.2445889
    When I found this one thread on r9k about an hour ago. There was a bunch of 4channers telling about their most traumatic events in it.

    I suddenly realized there was a pattern to these stories and the people browsing 4chan.

    And then I realized I don't belong...not even here... *cry*
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)08:13:48 No.2445932
    My, you all have REALLY fucked up parents. Suddenly, living in this third world hellhole isn't that bad. My family is very united and I have never appreciated that properly. ;_;
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)08:18:44 No.2445951
    Bush got elected.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)08:19:43 No.2445958
    >>2444988

    I agree totally. Parent divorce would traumatize me less than watching something I thought was beautiful needlessly killed.

    I was on a driving test today, and two honey-eater birds fell on the road fighting, right in front of my tire and I swerved and stopped. The driver told me I should have run them over as it was my life or theirs. I veto'd him and no more was spoken of it.

    Was the most traumatic moment in my life. I think about it every day.

    Shit was SO not cash.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)08:31:43 No.2446014
    This is the most traumatic experience of my life.

    Waiting.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)08:34:13 No.2446030
    Hearing my father say he had been raped as a child and had in turn forced women to have sex with him because of his trauma. He was crying and yelling when he told me, and somehow blamed me for it.

    Previously, my mother had told me about her first sexual experience, with her adoptive mother (whom she called "mama") when she was "about [my] age". I haven't used the word "mama" since.

    My mother taught me about rape before she even taught me about the birds and the bees. I grew up being terrified of sex. My dad used to put his hand between my legs when we watched movies together, very innocently and not touching anything really, but it still haunts me today.

    My parents both insist they don't need therapy.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)08:47:15 No.2446100
    >>2446030

    That was incredibly hard to type out. Even harder to read back now.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)08:53:56 No.2446132
    >>2446100


    I still love you anyways.

    xoxo.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)09:00:33 No.2446159
    >>2445958
    Your use of the word veto made me lol..
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)09:02:38 No.2446171
    >>2441190

    THE INTERNETS, SERIOUS BUSINESS

    seriousblockblocksmute
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)09:14:24 No.2446219
    >>2441651
    Even if it is made up it is probably the most deep and badass thing one could say while being chocked by one's own mother.

    I wish you were my friend, brah.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)09:17:48 No.2446233
    >>2446030
    Wow, that's indescribably horrible.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)09:18:23 No.2446237
    This thread makes me a lot more grateful about my life.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)09:21:08 No.2446250
    i dont think i have any traumatic memories, and if i do i probably have repressed them completely.

    but the thought of that i havent had one YET gets my nerves all a tingle.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)09:44:47 No.2446391
    For me, the worst thing that's ever happened to me was when I was 12 my 19-year-old sister was in a disabling car accident. She was once an extremely beautiful girl with what seemed to be a promising future ahead of her.

    After the accident that all changed. She apparently died for 15 minutes, during which she suffered pretty extreme brain damage, not to mention the damage of the head trauma from the crash itself. She spent a over a year in a coma, and after she came out I honestly couldn't tell the difference. She would stare blankly at the hospital ceiling, unable to talk, no motor skills. Shit the fucking bed at 20 years old. Eventually she came back to live at home, still in diapers, no longer vegetable, but not the same sister I grew up with. I would compare her to the mentally retarded, but she's actually a step below that. This happened 11 years ago and she's still not really better and I don't think she ever will be. Having to see my 20 year old sister have her diaper changed has had a negative effect on me to say the least. I can't imagine what it did to my parents, who actually had to DO it.

    The whole incident really tore my family apart. My mom became extremely depressed and still today. It's distanced my parents from each other and now they're in a loveless marriage.

    The most fucked up thing of all...every time I see my sister I wish she were dead. I know everything would have been better in the long run if she just died. I know my mom would be sad if she died, but she would be able to move on eventually. Instead she's just a constant reminder of a painful time in all of our lives. I've never told anyone that, and I really don't like the part of myself that thinks someone I love just should have died.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)09:55:14 No.2446446
    The most traumatic event of my life is seeing my grandfather die. It isn't that I felt sad or afraid, just a deep coldness that blossomed up inside me. Ever since I have been unable to feel bad about any tragedy. I deal with death daily in my profession and have never once felt anything but emptiness.

    I think I am a sociopath.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)10:13:36 No.2446571
    >>2442371
    Same here except I want to cuddle with them and / or comfort them while they cry on my shoulder.

    Also for some reason I got muted for saying "i want to meet you girls who have been in these traumatic circumstances and comfort you while you cry on my shoulder. i really do." has that been really said before?
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)10:17:19 No.2446587
    Probably some psycho foreigner holding us at his house for 2 hours because he thought we false ringed his doorbell (which one of us actually did (I was at the age of 9 maybe 10)).
    At first he ran about 300 metres in like 15 secs and immediatly punches is to the back, we didn't know wtf was going on. his whole family came with him talking random shit, he is uber psyched.
    he took us to his home calling the police like 15 times and telling us how he has a "boomman" (hard to translate the word he used into english, imagine what a 5 year old would say to gun, you actually could tell that he didn't knew the proper term for a handgun) in the basement and that he would drive us into the forest and slit our throat of. (yes he actually said that he is going to remove the throat not just slit it, he wanted to slit it off our bodies)
    I was like WTFing the whole time, he calls the cops and yet is going on a rampage, somehow i was just hoping for the cops to show up.
    He was getting mad angry and turned the lights out everywhere camping in his house in the dark waiting for people to show up in front of his garden to abduct them. No shitting he pulled some other kids in to his house. He then lectured us to how he was camping everyday in front of his house somewhere and the next one to look at it wrong gets shot in his back.
    He called the cops again and they told him that they couldn't send a car because there was a robbery somewhere and they told him to deal with the problem himself. at that moment i actually thought i was going to die because that guy was fucking crazy, everyone could tell.
    but he actually released us.
    i never took that street again because i really thought he would camp behind a box and headshot us if he sees us again.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)10:17:57 No.2446596
    >>2446587

    i also heard many stories about him and about how he once fought with 5 guys at the same time.
    He was also showing us all of his scars for some reason, so i actually believe these stories are true, he also referenced to himself as "knight"...
    yeah holy shit...
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)10:18:34 No.2446602
    >>2444975
    Facepunchers anonymous. I once punched my mom in the face once too, shit felt good. We were having an argument, and I left the room, and she chased after me. I sat on the sofa in the other room listening to her rants, and then I couldn't take it anymore and punched her in the left cheek. I tried to do it again about 6 months later, but she closed a glass door when I was about to do that. Glassbreaking and bloody hands ensued.
    >>2445065
    I thought I wrote that in my sleep for a second. I thought I'm the only one.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)10:21:32 No.2446621
    Hebrewfag here. This is a little off topic, but I feel like pointing out that the woman in the OP's picture has "Fuck with/Have sex with Palestine" written on her abdomen."
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)10:27:54 No.2446661
    Meh don't got anything really

    I did break my leg falling off my bike deep in the woods about a mile away from home. I had to drag my ass to my house on one foot when I was 14, each step a little tiny bit of blood would leak out. Didn't cry though, after I saw my leg and felt the pain I remember saying "How annoying..." and then clenching my teeth really, really hard to bear the pain.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)11:38:12 No.2447051
    Every goddam day of my childhood. Every single member of my family hated me. All the other kids on my block hated me. I had no friends. My entire family enjoyed abusing me in one way or another. I was thrown out of the 4th grade because of my religon.
    My mother beat me into my 20's and used my first SSI check (which I planned to use to pay for college) to buy a condemmed house in New Jersey which she lost because she never paid taxes on it and forced me to move to a state where there are no services for people with my disability. There are no jobs here, no services here, I just made my first friend at 31. I have no money and my family refuses to help me out in any way. I have
    no hope to ever make my life better and I spend every day reliving all the times that I was percecuted and abused
    >> ­ 12/15/08(Mon)11:52:51 No.2447130
    My mother passed away from a simultaneous heart attack and stroke when I was 6 years old. My family and I were on vacation at our cabin. She took a nap and never woke up.

    At this age, I barely understood the concept of death, there was no way my fragile mind could comprehend the fact that I'd never see my mom again. For a while I did not believe it, I figured the hospital had made a mistake, or that she was resuscitated at the last moment, or that it was all a bad dream.

    It really fucked me up. My entire life has just gone downhill since then. Goddamnit.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)12:20:01 No.2447317
    I've experienced a lot of shit in my life but none of it was really traumatic it may have been for an average person but not much ever phased me.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)12:22:26 No.2447331
    >>2440245
    >>2440268
    its jewfag protectors in israhell
    israfag here and thats hebrew on them
    one in front has "fucking with arabs" written on her
    >> Macro Ken 12/15/08(Mon)12:27:40 No.2447361
    Nearly gayraped by my best friend since 2nd(?) grade.
    Shit wasn't cool. Some funny animal video show was on TV while it happened, I hate that show now.
    >> What Teeth! 12/15/08(Mon)12:27:43 No.2447362
    Mine was a shit I did while on a night out. it involved copious amounts of booze and a gastric inflammation.

    I posted the story in an Epic Shits thread we had here a month or so ago...anyone else remember that thread?
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)12:46:25 No.2447532
    >>2440698
    >>2440732
    >this guy here

    so last night, after posting in this thread, there was an insane car crash just outside my house. suffice it to say, I saw an old lady's brain, and I saw some huge fat dude puke out what looked like a part of his own stomach.

    still not as bad as the trampling, but I felt the need to share this as soon as I saw this thread was still alive
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)12:59:06 No.2447659
    Driving to school one morning. I thought I was hot shit in my grand prix, and was doing about 120 in a 30mph zone in about 2" of snow/ice, when I came around a blind corner and nearly T-boned a huge ass land rover turning left from the opposite lane. I still remember everything going to slow motion, how I jammed on the brakes and my car wouldn't slow down or steer anywhere, ABS kicking on like crazy, and I still remember the terrified look on that mother's face as I slid around their car. It was only as I was getting close that I saw a little girl in the passenger seat. Had I not literally drifted around their car, I can guarantee she would have died. I haven't sped off of a racetrack to this day, and I'm still amazed I managed to save the car. My hands were shaking all day and I had a friend drive home.

    For reference as to what it looked like, see the famous saudi drifting videos on youtube.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kf95EiiJH8k&feature=related
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)13:03:08 No.2447693
    It seems that now that i moved out my mums appartment, i see things clearly. Its just now that i see that noone in this fucking family of four [20 year old me, 15 year old brother, mum and her mum] noone really cares about each other and is contet watching tv.
    I never had a father as he couldnt cope with this loveless relationship with my mum and just up and left.
    This has deeply influenced me as i always seemed to look for a father figure in my friends, who id rather to be alone with. Im not really gay, but ive come to despise women for the shallow, easyly impressed and dominated [never by me though, still unkissed virgin] skanks they are. I realize all of humanity is shallow and easily influenced so my preference for the company of males may be subconscious. Also, the lack of a strong male role model [wich my brother] and the unimpegnative mother have lead me to become an apathic, severely depressed faggot lacking the strenght to actually face life or rather the pain that trying to coping with it brings.
    Also, in the early stages of divorce my father used to avoid coming home by drinking in bars. My new and first roomates think im a creep. I avoid coming home.
    Sometimes, my heartbeat gets out of tune. I see myself on the brink of death then, this shell of flesh and words and thoughts will cease to exist from one moment to another. I am not afraid.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)13:04:58 No.2447709
    >>2443164
    bulllllllshit. mananon here, I've been put under once for wisdom tooth surgery, dreamed I was driving, woke up and was really confused

    I was on some happy shit though, so I kept trying to tell jokes and shit when I was getting wheeled to the car to get driven home.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)13:50:41 No.2448052
    This thread must not die. ^To The Top^
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)13:54:20 No.2448082
    when my dad died of cancer and i felt nothing
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)14:08:49 No.2448216
    Army Basic Training in 2002. I know, a lot of you militaryfags are going "it's not that bad!" and it wouldn't have been if I wasn't the platoon's scapegoat.
    You see, in every Basic Training "class" (for you non-milfags) there is one guy (sometimes two) that the rest of the 30-some-off guys fuck with for pretty much no reason. They just need someone to take their stress out on.
    I wasn't even the goofiest shit there, or the dumbest, there was a lot of retarded niggers but they stuck together. Even the 90-pound weakling got some sympathy.
    The reason I got fucked with is because I reacted very poorly to the sleep deprivation and constantly dozed off during class. This is not uncommon, but my Drill Sergeant decided to make an example of me, even going so far as to encourage the platoon to beat me up, which happened to varying degrees several times.
    Not as traumatic as druggie moms, but shit sucks when you're 18 and can't do anything about it.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)14:26:36 No.2448379
    Airforce cohesion. An entire day of running around crawling in beach sand sweating your ass off, no shower, jock itch like the fires of hell, 8 boils on every foot, a single tuna sandwich for lunch, we're sent off to bed.

    15 minutes later-SIRENS, ALARMS. EVERYONE GET THE FUCK UP. GRAB YOUR 50 LBS GEAR. WE'RE GOING ON A HIKE.

    3 mile hike.

    STOP. FIFTEEN MINUTES PITCH YOUR TENTS.

    Pitching a tent.

    10 SECONDS EVERYONE IS ASLEEP.

    Sleep.

    10 minutes later.

    SIRENS, ALARMS.EVERYONE GET THE FUCK UP WE'RE HIKING BACK TO BASE.

    Worst 3 miles of my life, damn sleeping bag came undone, carried everything in my arms.

    We're sent back to bed.

    15 minutes later: EVERYONE GET THE FUCK UP. Good morning class 27.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)14:30:12 No.2448409
    My mom used to pretend she was dead or had cut herself up and mutilated herself by accident just so she could make me cry, my whole family did that actually.


    Maybe it's because I haven't had an experience like yours but you are all too emotional and it sounds like you are religifags, underagedb&s, and /b/tards (Lol oldfag, newfag, cancer, sheep stop using dat word). I cry too sometimes but at least I always say in the back of my mind there's nothing to be sad about, it's just a stupid uncontrollable emotion.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)14:33:44 No.2448446
    Seeing OPs pic. Fucking self-hating Jews.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)14:36:24 No.2448475
    Plane engine fell through the roof of my room one night, luckily i was out of it on a golf course, seeing pretend rabbits and stuff
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)14:50:02 No.2448633
    I guess when I told my mother about getting molested, she was like "I don't care, it was a girl, it's no big deal."

    And she wonders when I don't like her.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:01:05 No.2448760
    I've posted in this thread about 3 times last night, but I'll go some more. Nothing I got can top most of this stuff, but I'll just tell mine (besides what I already posted).

    Haven't lived with either parent in 5 years (since I was 15). Lived with my aunt for 3 years-ish, and over the time I spent there, my family thought/talked some weird shit behind my back, none of it true. I barely left the house when I was 16-17, sitting on the computer mostly. They thought I was doing drugs, sleeping with a ton of guys (who I was talking to online), that I was pregnant, and so on.

    I told my aunt once I was going on a date with a guy friend. She was like, "A guy? Oh, good." (My 2 best friends were bi, so they thought I was a lesbian too.)

    I stayed out late a few times and my aunt locked me out and I didn't even have a key. Once I got home at 3 or 4 something, and had to sit outside until 5 for my aunt's husband to leave for work to let me in.

    Wow, I had a lot more to say as I was reading this thread, but I totally forgot everything I was thinking about. Most trauma in my life was moderate emotional abuse or just WTF moments.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:13:28 No.2448892
    >>2448475

    Hi Donnie! Have you taken your pills yet?
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:18:19 No.2448934
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    Um, what would probably be when I was on a multi-day ocean kayaking trip and got caught up in a squall at night.

    It was 4:00am, and I had been paddling for nearly three hours looking for a small, unlit channel that lead to protected waters. Everything had been fine until the wind picked up and shifted into my bow. I started taking water over the sides, and every wave nearly capsized the boat. I kept screaming the lyrics to "Blood and Thunder" (If you've ever seen that relationshit comic where the guy is screaming "White whale, holy grail" while killing Moby Dick, those are the lyrics) to give me the strength to paddle my kayak--laden with 100lbs of water--into a 30 knot headwind. Around that point I realized I was lost and had no idea where the channel was, or where I was.

    I was pretty sure I was going to die, as the boat was so full of water I could not continue paddling against the wind, nor could I keep it upright for much longer. I just kinda sat there, screaming and cursing at the sky.

    Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something straight in the dim moonlight. The wind was pushing me towards it, so I just kept myself upright until I could see it: a channel marker.

    I ended up sitting on a log in the channel, shivering like a little bitch, thanking god like you wouldn't believe.

    >>2447693
    Hey, I'll be your friend/father figure. I hate my fucking friends, they're all douchebags. I'd like to have a friend that wants to hang out alone.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:23:42 No.2448992
    >>2448934
    >>2448934
    LOL @ the white whale thing.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:29:02 No.2449043
    Parents split up, mum was depressed, took it out on anyone nearby, usually me. Ended up reacting by shouting back at her and it just kept building up from there. Pretty much that until the day that I ended up pinned on the ground by her, some words were exchanged and I think she realised what she was doing.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:35:58 No.2449096
    my trauma, would be tree years in school, from the age of 13 to 16, give or take a year.

    But I had changed schools and at my first day it went wrong. They called out our names and the class we belonged to. of course I had not heard my name and so I had to go and ask. So there I am, the new kid making his late entery, totaly shy as I was at that age. The rest of the years I had maybe one or two people that i could get along with, but all of their friends were a pain in the ass. Also kids from the other class would pick on me (standing in a circle around me pushing me, pulling my leg) Since I'm a relative sensative kid I cried faster then other kids my age. This is a weakness they abused in the years to come. I lost my trust in people and so called friends after i saw i got no support from anyone. At the passing of the new year i hoped that things would change, but of course they didn't. The new kids got informed of my weakness and they happily abused it too. I only snapped once and tried to kick one of those stupid guys who had pushed me. needles to say it only lastet a few seconds and then I walked away with tears in my eyes to sulk in a lost corner of a building.

    the only thing that saved me was the fact that i got a C in 4th grade. That's how i was able to escape that class of hell and get a new chance. needles too say that the new class was way better, I got some friends and in the years to come i got over my anxiety of people and tried to trust people. Today I'm quite good again, 4 years in highschool change a man, and they changed me for the better.

    Today I'm quite relaxed, outgoing, happy, I might have some regrets about certain people i didn't alow in my trustcircle, but for the most part all is well and going better everyday.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:37:14 No.2449104
    I had my head blown open while in the military. Afterwords my fucking girlfriend left me when I REALLY NEEDED SOME FUCKING SUPPORT YOU FUCKING WHORE.

    Now I have a headache most days.

    in before trolls flaming "DURR MILITARY DUMB"
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:39:22 No.2449128
    >>2449096
    after rereading my post i don't feel any hate or sadness. I'm content with who I am today, and I am hopefull for my futur, yes, quite happy indeed :)
    >> what else... Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:42:54 No.2449155
    /b/
    my first encounter with /b/ was to traumatic for my brain
    now i cant get enough, thanks /b/!
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:43:32 No.2449162
    >>2449104
    All women are fucking whores, here is proof.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)15:45:00 No.2449177
    The day before Valentine's day(the next day was a Saturday so they did the party on Friday) I was in elementary school and they hand out candy and everything. I was coming home with my friend, and being a little loli, was happy with my bag of candy. When I got in my door I saw my dad with red eyes and I asked him what was wrong. He moved out of the way and my dog was lying dead in front of the fireplace. It was a bitch, too, because my friend that I didn't know very well was there and had to see me bawling.

    I had lived with that dog for the entirety of my life since I was born, for twelve years. It was quite a blow. My cat had also died about a month earlier. That Friday was Friday the 13th, and I was scared shitless for the next few years on Friday the 13ths.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)16:11:11 No.2449382
    >>2449104
    would you have stuck with her if she were in your position?
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)16:21:00 No.2449465
    Ego death on shrooms 3 months ago. Still recuperating.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)16:51:30 No.2449793
    >>2448379
    3 miles?
    that's a 1 hour march...
    fucking airforce fags
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)17:22:03 No.2449994
    >>2449793
    Read what I wrote before, under the circumstances it was very difficult.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:10:56 No.2450392
    I haven't told this to any of my friends, and I am very close with some of them. I've had like two or three dreams since puberty where I am involved in a threesome with both of my parents and my dad keeps trying to make out with me but I don't want to because I'm not gay. They kind of rattle me for days. They haven't happened in years but it still freaks me to shit that I have had them.

    My parents have never done anything bad to me and I have always had a good relationship with them. I'm afraid to tell anyone about it.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:12:23 No.2450412
    >>2449465
    Ego death is a beautiful thing. How did it traumatize you?
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:15:00 No.2450435
    >>2450412

    Unleashed repressed memories.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:15:43 No.2450442
    >>2450392

    Who cares about dreams, they're just random garbage your brain spews out at night. Nothing sinister or disturbing about it, and why the hell would you tell your friends this?
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:17:11 No.2450459
    >>2450435
    Oh. Well, I guess that would be traumatizing.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:17:23 No.2450462
    >>2450392
    Everyone has strange dreams..
    It doesn't mean much man.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:19:57 No.2450484
    >>2450392

    I'm a psychotherapist, that dream you described is a classic homosexual/Freudian mix.

    It basically means you are gay, but are too afraid to tell your dad.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:21:25 No.2450500
    My dad got attacked by someone a few years ago. I was in the same room, but I didn't step in to defend him (my dad is 62 and the attacker was half his age). I ducked into a nearby corridor and looked in at the fight. I was too afraid to intervene. My dad suffered serious injuries that I could possibly have prevented.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:21:42 No.2450501
    my girlfriend told me "I think I have hiv"
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:23:27 No.2450519
    >>2443083
    HIS NAME WAS BEN..........and then he was a bear
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:24:33 No.2450530
    Wow when I look at my life, I see a lot of ingredients that should make for traumatic memories... but nothing seems to have panned out.

    Abusive, alcoholic father divorces my bipolar mum when I'm 1 years old, so I don't remember any of their shit. He cleans up and hasn't touched booze since, and I did an extremely good job of navigating both of their dick-fuckery over the next 17 years or so when I had to shuttle back and forth between them.

    For me the only real trauma I can think of is... water. I fucking hate water.

    Last couple of times I tried to swim in lakes and shit, I'll end up seizing up because the water is so cold. I start to feel extremely weak and my arms are just useless. I start struggling back towards the shore... terrified that I'm going to drown. When I get out I swear I'm not going swimming until I practise at the pool or work out at the gym. It sucks because it absolutely destroys my self-esteem. I hate myself every time it happens.

    Anyway, pretty much not traumatic at all, compared to some of the stuff on here!
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:25:32 No.2450543
    fucking idiots can't tell the difference between hebrew and arabic. They only look incredibly different
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:32:03 No.2450595
    >>2450484

    Well my dad has gay siblings so he wouldn't care if I were gay, and also I've thought about it before and really don't think I am gay.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:42:28 No.2450697
    >>2445173
    "nigger child"? it's WHITE kids who scream "i hate you" and disrespect their moms, generally; not black kids, who's moms still have an old fashioned no-nonsense loving authority. Hense black dudes' respect for "they mommas". The fucking racist ignorance around here sometimes... I swear...
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:47:14 No.2450741
    >>2450697

    Actually as a white person from a rich suburb (not rich myself) and working in a Blockbuster torn between rich whities and poor blackies, I have to agree. White kids are fucking spoiled punks.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:48:21 No.2450747
    My penis inverted during a skydive. It sounds implausible, I know, but it happened and it took three hours in surgery to fix. Most painful 60 seconds of my life was that fall.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:48:25 No.2450748
    heaven forbid you be rich. it's such a horrible thing to rich.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)18:51:35 No.2450787
    >>2450748

    Nothing wrong with having money, really, but I guess I just have known a lot of rich people most of my life, and almost all of them were spoiled and wasteful. Being from the same town, I'm always grouped with them, and it drives me nuts.
    >> NaimfheG !IYoSgG5c6U 12/15/08(Mon)18:53:04 No.2450814
    well, I have had a pretty normal life, but probably one of the scariest moments of my life was when I was 16 (18 now), and I was going with some friends to Chipoltle to get a burrito for lunch. Now as 16 year olds and just getting our drivers licenses, my friend was speeding like fuck and swerving in and out of traffic. Eventual my friend cust off some skinhead in the ghetto, and he follows us for about 3 miles until we hit a red light. W notice the guy is still on our tail so when the light turns green we gun it for the next light, hoping to catch the yellow, although we didn't make it. Now that were stopped in the left turn lane, stuck at a red light, we notice screaming coming from the car behind us. We see the guy is just loosing it, cussing and screaming so loud that we can hear him through his car and ours. He saying things like "I'm going to fucking kill you stupid shit fucking kids!" Needless to say this is freaking us the hell out, and to make things worse, the guy starts getting out of his car, and we can see he had all these crazy tattoos. At this point in time my heart was beating out of control and I though I was about to have a panic attack, and I seriously though that he was going to pull out a gun and shoot me in the back of the head through the back windshield. The guy steps towards our car, going batshit crazy, and he reaches for the handle. But my other friend in the front seat just told the driver to go even though he would be running a red light and turning into traffic, but he gunned it and made a u-turn, and shortly after that hit an entrance ramp for the highway at like 70, almost causing us to slide out, but we got away from the skinhead, even though he tried to follow us. I seriously though that I was going to die that day, although it pales in comparison to some of the stuff here.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:11:11 No.2450957
    My dad brought home some random girl, I guess they were going to fuck in the basement, but he wasn't expecting my mom to be sleeping on the couch that night. She woke up, and realized what was going on. He called a cab for the girl, and me mom told my dad that she was going to sleep at her sister's that night. My dad ran upstairs and to get his gun, and then ran outside after her. I could hear them arguing in the parking lot, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. After a few minutes, they came back inside and two weeks later, everything is back to normal.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:31:41 No.2451188
    a cricket i put in the toilet somehow jumped into my asshole as i took a poop. Standing up immediately, he was squished inside. I had to finish pooping to get him out.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:43:23 No.2451296
    I was driving with a childhood friend of mine and her boyfriend one aftenoon, they're in the front seats and I'm in the back. My friend, let's call her M, and I are buckled, her boyfriend isn't. He starts to speed, and we're next to a semi. The semi began to drift into our lane, and the driver didn't notice until it was too late, and we collided with the semi, the front of our car melding into the semi's front right wheel.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:43:59 No.2451304
    I blacked out for a good minute, and when I come to, M is screaming and there is blood everywhere. I stumble out of the car and look back into it. The driver is cut in half, the steering wheel sticking through his stomach, and M is sitting there, her legs a mess of bone and meat, and they are crushed under the dash. I run up to her and try to open the door, which is stuck. M is screaming my name and crying and throwing up, and I reach over and can't find the buckle to her belt, it was crushed under metal or someshit. I'm leaning in the window, trying to stay calm but crying my eyes out anyways, because my best friend is bleeding everywhere and I can see her boyfriend's spine and innards. Then I realise that I can smell something burning, and I look up. The fire is starting on the driver's side and spreading. I panic and just try to lift M up, but she screams louder, no words, just a shrill scream.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:44:18 No.2451307
    By now, there is a crowd of about 5 and I'm yelling for someone to call 911 but it doesn't look like anyone is moving. I try to unbuckle M one more time, but she just grabs my arms and cries 'I don't want to die, I don't want to die, please help me, help me' and repeats my name over and over. The heat in the car gets worse, and I need to get out before I get burnt, so I grab M's head, kiss her forehead and tell her that I won't let her die, and I'll be right back with help.
    i turn around and start screaming for help, that there is a girl in the car and she needs help, she's still alive, but no one will go near the car, and I look back to see the fire reach M and she just starts screaming agian, and it was the most horrible sound I ever heard. It didn't even sound like a human. The smell was horrible and I just doubled over and vomitted.
    The police got there a minute or two after she stopped screaming. M was stuck in the car burning for 4 minutes before they got there, and she was alive for 3 of them.
    I still have nightmares of M leaning over my bed, half burnt and bloody whispering that I broke my promise and let her die.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:44:29 No.2451312
    finding my brother dead on the couch, out of the blue. seeing him at the mortuary after they had cut out his brain and organs. his face was flat and bandaged up. i started talking outloud to myself.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:50:54 No.2451381
    lol @ people BAWWWING at Alzheimer's. My grandpa had it and it was hilarious, he'd say the most random stuff, like claiming a doorknob would "take an arm off" if used incorrectly and look out a window and say "What's going on in there..."
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:50:54 No.2451382
    My ma was always trying to kill herself throughout my childhood and adolescence. Shit was not at all cash in any way, shape, or form. Also a dog ripped my face up when I was little. No scars, thankfully. And seeing my cat get hit by a car and subsequently die in my arms was awful. I grew up with that little rascal and no cat will ever be as great as him. ;_;
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:53:03 No.2451407
    Ah, so, where to begin. One of my earliest childhood memories was my mom crying and my dad shouting. So my mom goes to the phone but my batshit crazy dad grabs it and throws it on the ground. So my mom grabs me and we go downstairs to get another phone... Next thing i know, the police is in our house. That's all i remember. Next is my dad beating the shit out of me with some wooden spoon or something, because i came home from school late (actually what happened was, my mom had to stay at work abit longer that day and since there was lots of traffic on the way home they always picked me up from school (like first grade or something).. so that day mom said she'll be home later and i asumed my dad was gonna pick me up.. so i wait at the school for 4 hours till a teacher tells me i should prolly just go home and goes with me half the way.. so i come home and dad starts beating me while shouting "i was really worried about you")

    (part 1)
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:53:30 No.2451415
    Followed by being beaten everytime something bad happened at school (forgot homework, etc.)

    Next was when I forgot my homework again (I'm guessing i had problems with that for being beaten regularly or something) and i was so scared of my parents reaction i just didnt go to school for a week.. (yea, kind dumb, i know, but i was just a kid).. So when my mom finds out she takes a broom with a plastic handle and starts beating me SO hard with it that she broke it and actually cut me with the broken part THROUGH my trousers.. That was the worst i've been beaten in my life.. I had bruises the size of footballs all over my legs..
    (part 2)
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:53:52 No.2451419
    So finally we come to one of the two most traumatising events, which was: my father being really drunk and sitting in the passenger seat in the car and starting to choke my mom.. i got really fucking scared and my younger brother starts crying.. The worst part about everything is, that was like 5 years ago, and my dad's still with my mom, and every fucking time we eat lunch i just feel fucking horrible because i have no idea when my dad is gonna snap and just start beating the shit out of everyone.. it's true i'm 19 and all, but he's in the fucking army and has like a huge ass army knife almost with him at all times..

    Well, the other very traumatising thing happened like a year ago.. My younger brother forgot him homework (interesting pattern eh?) and dad goes berserk.. he rushes in his room and starts shouting something and i literarly hear my brother being thrown around his room and beaten.. and dad starts shouting something like "I want you to BEG me to stop hitting you!! Just like i asked you to do your homework" So mom runs in and is crying and saying please stop please stop.. I was listening to it all and grabbed my pocket knife and literarly got ready to go in there and fucking stab him to death..


    Well, that's about it.. still living with them, still just waiting for him to lose it one day.. Also, I often have dreams of killing my father (stabbing him, beating him to death, etc.)

    Fucking hell, I can't wait to move out..


    (part 3)
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)19:55:01 No.2451429
    Discovering a place known as /b/
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:06:25 No.2451549
    Watching my grandmother have a heart attack as she walked down the stairs at our house. The wooden *kethunk* noise as her skull hit the edge of the window frame will stay with me always. For some reason, flicking a coffee mug with soup-in-a-cup in it makes a similar noise. She didn't even bruise; her heart had stopped by the time she knocked her head.

    Ten years later, getting a phone call from the guys that had found my father's boat sailing in circles out on the harbour. They (quick thinkers) called the last number on his cellphone, and I answered the phone to "Who is this? Whose phone am I calling from?" He wasn't on it, and they never recovered his body. Still to this day don't know what happened, but in the minutes between receiving that phone call, calling the police and the coastguard, and making the calls to the rest of the family, that's really when I grew up. It always strikes me as a bitter irony that the single event that turned me into an adult was the death of a person who would've really enjoyed knowing me as an adult.

    thanks /r9k/, way to ruin a morning.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:08:02 No.2451564
    >>2451419
    Where do you live? I'd be happy to kill your parents.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:08:40 No.2451568
    Sneezing on my teacher last week.

    Fuck, it was bad.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:10:07 No.2451582
    >>2451419

    Where are you from? I'd be happy to kill your parents for you.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:14:29 No.2451616
    it's not really a big deal looking back on it, but my step-dad told me he was going to skull fuck me and shoved me out of the house I grew up in. I didn't see my mom for 2 months after that because I refused to step foot back in the house. The next time I saw either of them was Christmas day. This was 5 or 6 years ago.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:17:11 No.2451642
    >>2451616
    this was me
    I forgot about the time I watched my grandpa die in his bed from heart failure. It was... weird.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:24:03 No.2451688
    >>2451564
    >>2451582


    Middle Europe

    The ironic thing is, if there were someone to come to our house and stay there for a week or so, it would seem like we're one perfect little family (with the exception of my dad always lying on the couch watching TV and his small anger outbursts)
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:31:37 No.2451755
    Oh, also, requesting archive.
    >> 11.11 12/15/08(Mon)20:49:06 No.2451909
    >>2451419

    Aren't you a fucking pussy. You just let your father abuse your mother, you, and your brother. Fucking shit, why don't you grow up some balls? I grew up with the same kind of abuse but the day I turned 13 I grabbed a pair of scissors and held it against my dad's throat. I am about 120 lb 5'5 girl and my dad is about 6'0 and 180 pounds. I'm not scared of dying and I'm not scared of him. I could slit his throat in his sleep but the only things that held me back was my mother's suffering. I've been choked, whipped, and beaten since a kid and I've grown stronger every time. Stop playing the victim card and take ACTION. There's NOBODY in the world that can safe you. You can either be a pathetic faggot who is a push over or grow up.
    >> Cancer that is killing /g/ !zkraGArAss 12/15/08(Mon)20:53:41 No.2451932
    I need a cigarette now, thanks /r9k/.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:54:10 No.2451936
    >>2451909
    You're stronger than him. You bitching at him isn't going to change that.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:54:16 No.2451937
    >>2451909
    ITP nothing but lies
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:54:22 No.2451939
    >>2451909
    Typical girl, couldn't finish the job because of some bullshit emotional reason
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:54:26 No.2451942
    >>2451909
    sounds like someone was raped a few times in her day, amirite?

    abusive children like him grow up fearing their fathers, and never growing that "killer" instinct that you think you have. In all reality the only reason your dad didn't kill you is cause he still had a shred of dignity, don't for one fucking second think he was afraid of you.

    I'm not trying to say abuse is right, but being a stupid bitch about it for no reason, that isn't going to fly.

    So please, go swallow your fathers cum a few more times, and trick yourself into thinking you could "do something about it". Cause in reality, you are just a stupid little whore.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:56:00 No.2451954
    >>2451942
    I laughed really hard at this. I've spent too much time on 4chan.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)20:58:30 No.2451977
    >>2451909


    Don't you think i've ever thought of that?!

    First of all i was beaten by both my mom and dad.

    Second, do you think I wanna go to fucking jail for killing him? And then just be raped and beaten more there? Wow..

    Knowing my father (and believe me, I KNOW that's what would happen) he couldn't just swallow it.. He's got way too much pride.. If I ever got in this face, thereatened him or anything like that, he'd fucking kill me.. take my word.. One time we were arguing pretty bad, I was sitting in my bed and shouting at him, while he was standing in the doorway, holding a kitchen knife and shouting back..

    Should I even mention and my mom seemed to even support him sometime?? Very often when she shouts at me or my brother because something or other my mom starts adding even more things for which we should be shouted/punished apparently..

    and besides all of that, they can kick me out before you can say "dying in the street as a bum"
    >> 11.11 12/15/08(Mon)20:59:05 No.2451984
    >>2451942

    Lol sorry no rape.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:01:17 No.2452005
    >>2451984
    >lol sorry I am going to try and pretend that I didn't get raped, when I just try to block it out and seem really really tough. But really I'm not at all.

    fix'd
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:01:43 No.2452011
    >>2451909

    only an hero can safe you
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:04:01 No.2452030
    >>2451942


    Also, thanks anon (the person posting the original 3 part story)

    You seem like you know at least abit about this things.. Do you think it's possible I HAVE developed some kind of a killer or masochistic/sadistic instinct (not sexually though)?

    I mean I have such thoughts against my father sometimes too, but quite frankly, like you said, I pretty much fear him..
    >> 11.11 12/15/08(Mon)21:04:37 No.2452037
    >>2451942

    Well obviously I did do something, I'm going to nice school and I'm in a steady job. My mother and I live about 3000 miles from my father. We're financially stable and independent, everything that we've got today is ours. I don't have swelling bruises, black eyes, and broken wrist anymore. So yes, I think I did do something.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:04:48 No.2452041
    >>2451909
    Did you turn into a slut as a result of the abuse? I ask because that seems to be common amongst abuse victims.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:08:10 No.2452076
    >>2452037
    or your mom did something for you while you cowered in fear, but whatever.
    >> 11.11 12/15/08(Mon)21:09:46 No.2452090
    >>2452041

    Nope, I've only had 2-3 boyfriends. I mostly focused on school and getting internships to get more of work experience for my major.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:13:25 No.2452122
    Bump epic thread,had to stop reading lastnite unfortunately - glad its still alive
    >> 11.11 12/15/08(Mon)21:14:22 No.2452132
    >>2452076

    Actually it was my dad's aunt that took me in when my mother was out of work and in the hospital. The only time I was truely scared was when I thought my mom was going to die because of her heart. I guess she's the only person in the world that I care for.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:15:40 No.2452146
    >>2452132
    So... you really didn't do anything to change your situation... I understand.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:16:42 No.2452160
    >>2452090

    Well I, personally (the guy to who you said should grow some balls) always had a hard time studying and was never really good at school..I don't know how you managed to study in such a stressful environment, but the more I think about it the more it seems you made up your story.. I'm not saying that's the case, I'm saying that's what it seems like..

    Oh and by the way, don't even fucking dare saying I'm playing the victim here, I've never told one person who knows me my story, even when I was at some school psychyatricts or some shit, I never even told her there was something wrong.. I can take car of my own problems, I just think before I act, therefore I'm not going to commit murder (for previously stated reasons (and yes i don't deny it, I am kinda afraid of my father)) or anything like that, because it would just bring more problems in my life..
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:18:35 No.2452175
    Going insane from alcohol and drug abuse.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:21:54 No.2452210
    >>2451984

    can you lie to me about that? i like father-daughter rape stories :3
    >> 11.11 12/15/08(Mon)21:26:09 No.2452257
    >>2452160

    Well education is important to me because I was the first person in my family to graduate highschool/college, etc. I don't expect people to believe me, I mean why should you? There's a lot of things people go through that seems unreal to others. My father's doubt in me was one of my key motivation, that I'll ever grow up to be something useful. So in a sick way, I should thank him for making me the sucessful person I am now.
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:26:20 No.2452258
    >>2452175

    Your post was the most traumatic thing that has ever happened to me. Delete your web browser FOR THE GOOD OF HUMANITY OH GOD.
    >> 11.11 12/15/08(Mon)21:27:37 No.2452274
    >>2452146

    if you feel that way : D
    >> Anonymous 12/15/08(Mon)21:29:51 No.2452303
    i used to live in the bad part of town, and a whole group of ladies on our street would walk their kids to school together, and we were all little, in kindergarten.
    anyway, by our house was a huge empty lot, it had really tall grass and garbage and whatnot.
    one day while walking to school, "la la la we're in kindergarten, got mah snack, holdin' mommy's hand, ready to hear some good stories" we pass by the empty lot, and there's this dead guy there, lying face down.
    blood everwyhere, and the flies had found him.
    all of us little kids screamed our heads off and our moms covered our eyes while soe other lady ran to her house to call the police.
    seeing dead bodies has never bothered me since then, which works since i'm a paramedic now.


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