Most traumatic little kid moment?

[klakkat]

I am suprised there is no walking in parents bedroom and catching them having sex stories.

For once, you've picked a topic I don't have experience in. I've never walked in on my parents doing it, thankfully. I have a friend that has, though; she knocks when entering ANY doorway that MIGHT have people behind it (whether locked or not, whether OPEN or not, and she waits for a response) because she apparently walked in on her parents having sex in her living room several times, after coming home from middle school.

Worst I have experienced in that area is my dad making sex jokes involving my mom. God damn that feels weird. Not traumatizing though.

 

[Xeros]

I was sleeping over my cousin's house during the summer a few years back. I awoke to find a bunch of huge daddy long-legs spiders crawling all over me. I jumped, shook like I was being electrocuted and proceeded to furiously stomp on my quilt. Needless to say, I'm highly aracniphobic, and will bludgeon anything with more than six legs that comes anywhere near me.

 

[Harold Donchee]

I misspelled the word "tube" in google when I was 10. Traumatized indeed.

 

[zana bonanza]

God damn this thread is depressing.
...my turn!

I almost drowned when I was, oh, ten or eleven maybe. It was at a pool party and I slipped into the deep side. The weirdest thing is, I still remember it well. When I hit the bottom, I pushed myself back up and tried splashing to keep myself up. I did that a couple of times, attempting to scream for help in process (obviously not a good idea) and even thinking to myself while it was going on that I was going to die. Finally somebody's dad saw me and got me out. Oddly enough, I still enjoy going to the pool. (Of course, I learned to keep myself afloat after that.)

A few years before that, I had these reoccurring nightmares that I think I got from watching Star Wars, specifically the part where Han Solo gets sealed in that slab. I don't remember the scene scaring me, but for the longest time, I kept having nightmares where I was pressed in between two steel walls. I was still alive, but I couldn't do anything, and it was just so weird. Also, the sandwiching walls were located behind my couch. No idea how or why, but needless to say, I stayed far away from that couch.

The most traumatizing thing, though, would have to be my depression, but that first started when I was in the eighth grade. I was hit with this terrible feeling, and I have no other way to describe it than that. I laid in my bed and cried for days, sleeping as much as I could to get away from it. I eventually went to the hospital, and I've been there a couple times more because of it. I'm still on meds today, but I'm doing all right now, fortunately.

 

[klakkat]

God damn this thread is depressing.
...my turn!

I almost drowned when I was, oh, ten or eleven maybe. It was at a pool party and I slipped into the deep side. The weirdest thing is, I still remember it well. When I hit the bottom, I pushed myself back up and tried splashing to keep myself up. I did that a couple of times, attempting to scream for help in process (obviously not a good idea) and even thinking to myself while it was going on that I was going to die. Finally somebody's dad saw me and got me out. Oddly enough, I still enjoy going to the pool. (Of course, I learned to keep myself afloat after that.)

A few years before that, I had these reoccurring nightmares that I think I got from watching Star Wars, specifically the part where Han Solo gets sealed in that slab. I don't remember the scene scaring me, but for the longest time, I kept having nightmares where I was pressed in between two steel walls. I was still alive, but I couldn't do anything, and it was just so weird. Also, the sandwiching walls were located behind my couch. No idea how or why, but needless to say, I stayed far away from that couch.

The most traumatizing thing, though, would have to be my depression, but that first started when I was in the eighth grade. I was hit with this terrible feeling, and I have no other way to describe it than that. I laid in my bed and cried for days, sleeping as much as I could to get away from it. I eventually went to the hospital, and I've been there a couple times more because of it. I'm still on meds today, but I'm doing all right now, fortunately.

Hmm. Water is probably one of my few phobias (being immersed above the head; plain water does nothing to me). It might be because of when I was a kid we had a large irrigation ditch by our house; when it was full we sometimes swam in it, but the current was rather strong, and leads to an inverted siphon (i.e. death if you go through it) about a half-mile from our house. At one point, I got swept under; thankfully my dad jumped in and saved me before I got to the siphon.

I was at one point diagnosed with clinical depression, but I question that diagnosis since I seem to be doing ok without meds (I took them for awhile, but all they seemed to do was give me stomach problems). Not that I recommend going off them; my family does have a history of abnormal drug reactions, so that may have contributed to it, and depression meds DO help many people.

 

[Elexia]

I grew up in Israel in my younger years. Being an Australian National in Tel Aviv during the lead-up to the (First) Gulf War wasn't a good position for a family of four to be in. One day we drove to Jerusalem to spend the day and got our car window smashed by arabs with crowbars. I thought we were all going to die.

At school we had to have individual gas masks and guards were there, armed with AK47s to protect us. There were also museums nearby showing uniforms covered in blood and bulletholes from people killed in violence nearby, especially from Lebanese conflict.

A few days after the window smashing, we were evacuated by the Australian Government. Mum and dad told me about the war and I bawled my eyes out convinced our house would get bombed.

When we returned a year later, I went back to school but half the senior class was absent - wiped out in the conflict. The year book that year had about five pages of photos of the school kids who got killed.

I never grew up hating arabs. Some of my best friends are of arab decent. But the first sign of a gun or hearing about war just messes up my head. I can't even sit through a violent movie because I simply can't face it.

 

[klakkat]

I grew up in Israel in my younger years. Being an Australian National in Tel Aviv during the lead-up to the (First) Gulf War wasn't a good position for a family of four to be in. One day we drove to Jerusalem to spend the day and got our car window smashed by arabs with crowbars. I thought we were all going to die.

At school we had to have individual gas masks and guards were there, armed with AK47s to protect us. There were also museums nearby showing uniforms covered in blood and bulletholes from people killed in violence nearby, especially from Lebanese conflict.

A few days after the window smashing, we were evacuated by the Australian Government. Mum and dad told me about the war and I bawled my eyes out convinced our house would get bombed.

When we returned a year later, I went back to school but half the senior class was absent - wiped out in the conflict. The year book that year had about five pages of photos of the school kids who got killed.

I never grew up hating arabs. Some of my best friends are of arab decent. But the first sign of a gun or hearing about war just messes up my head. I can't even sit through a violent movie because I simply can't face it.

Ouch. I do feel for you man. When I was young, there were some schools that wouldn't bat an eye at you bringing a 20-gauge shotgun to school, since that simply meant you wanted to go gopher hunting after school (this was in the mid-west USA). Post Columbine, a lot of people are paranoid about guns... As someone who grew up around guns used responsibly, that's a real downer; I love guns, but I don't think I could ever kill someone. I simply haven't seen the same connection with violence that you have; I can't imagine what that was like. Compared to you, we in the US are very sheltered indeed; Columbine and the other school shootings just fail to compare to the violence in the middle east. You and your family are more than a little brave (and crazy...) to go back, knowing the extent of the violence that took place there.

I certainly have nothing against Arabs as a people; their culture has produced some spectacular assholes, but so has USA culture, and probably every other culture on the planet.

 

[Kud]

I had my leg broken, and the docters thought it would be best to have me laying with my legs up in the air for 3 days straight while they examined me.

 

[Ben Jamin]

The day I realized I was fully premeditated to kill my brother.

 

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[Shycte]

Optimus Prime's death.

Fuck you, Hasbro.

He lives in our hearts, forever and ever...

Here, you can have my best crying arm.

 

[Trivun]

Me and my brother were out in the backyard playing, i think i was six and he was four, and the neighbor's dog and it's two pups (all rottweiler-shepherd hybrids) came at us and starting biting and attacking us.

My mom was out at the store buying a pack of smokes, and my dad was at work. I got my brother into the shed, and was trying to fend off the animals with a hockey stick. My mom arrives home and hears me and my brother yelling. She comes out with a baseball bat in her hand, and brings it down on the animal's skull (I'll never forget that sound)

I learned that day that no matter how your day is going, it can always take a turn for the worse.

The part about this story that frightens me the most, was that the neighbors were home, and could hear us. They gave no apologies whatsoever and actually tried to sue my mother for killing their dog.

Your mom left a 6 and 4 year old alone to get smokes??? no offence but she sounds like a bad mom.

Hey, at least she killed the dog. The neighbours sound like the sort who we get here in the UK. Chav estates, I live just around the corner from one (though I'm luckily in a good area). People like that in this country buy Doberman Pinschers and have their tails cut off and their ears pinned up at birth to make them look scary, don't look after them (so the animals end up vicious), and walk them around the estates on chains just to play the hard man. It's such a shame for the dogs mainly, as I have a Doberman myself, just over a year old, and though he's huge, he still has his tail and lovely floppy ears and he's the nicest dog you'll ever meet. Never bites, only licks. People give Dobermen, and other 'nasty' dogs, such a bad name because of what a few retarded idiots do...

Anyway, I don't have any stories to add to this thread. Unless you count 4chan (though I was 17 or 18 when I first saw that, I think, so it wasn't too bad for me...).

 

[Flashfire07]

Ok, there's no way I can top any of these accounts, even if I could I wouldn't out of respect for those people affected by these situations. My event happened when I was 9, one of my friends, not a friend anymore, got his hands on Resident Evil on Nintendo. He put it on in a dark room which was so confined I couldn't move. It triggered a three year anxiety attack. Still in counselling because of it actually.

 

[DSQ]

I supose when my dad almost got forced into a fight with my brother straped to his back (he was like 1 1/2) when i was 9. The man wouldnt leave us alone. But what i think was worse was the fact that i coulent even look at the fight or stand up for my dad because i was so worried. I showed me i was a wuss. thankfully the mans friend came and stopped the fight and appolgised for his friends behaviour. His friend had just recovered from a heart attack.

 

[klakkat]

Me and my brother were out in the backyard playing, i think i was six and he was four, and the neighbor's dog and it's two pups (all rottweiler-shepherd hybrids) came at us and starting biting and attacking us.

My mom was out at the store buying a pack of smokes, and my dad was at work. I got my brother into the shed, and was trying to fend off the animals with a hockey stick. My mom arrives home and hears me and my brother yelling. She comes out with a baseball bat in her hand, and brings it down on the animal's skull (I'll never forget that sound)

I learned that day that no matter how your day is going, it can always take a turn for the worse.

The part about this story that frightens me the most, was that the neighbors were home, and could hear us. They gave no apologies whatsoever and actually tried to sue my mother for killing their dog.

Your mom left a 6 and 4 year old alone to get smokes??? no offence but she sounds like a bad mom.

Hey, at least she killed the dog. The neighbours sound like the sort who we get here in the UK. Chav estates, I live just around the corner from one (though I'm luckily in a good area). People like that in this country buy Doberman Pinschers and have their tails cut off and their ears pinned up at birth to make them look scary, don't look after them (so the animals end up vicious), and walk them around the estates on chains just to play the hard man. It's such a shame for the dogs mainly, as I have a Doberman myself, just over a year old, and though he's huge, he still has his tail and lovely floppy ears and he's the nicest dog you'll ever meet. Never bites, only licks. People give Dobermen, and other 'nasty' dogs, such a bad name because of what a few retarded idiots do...

Anyway, I don't have any stories to add to this thread. Unless you count 4chan (though I was 17 or 18 when I first saw that, I think, so it wasn't too bad for me...).

I think it's pretty fucking sick when people raise dogs to be vicious, and try to get out of the consequences when they hurt someone. When I was growing up, we had a dog that was a mutt, but largely doberman. She had been abused before we got her (that was before I was born), but we were nice, and she loved our family. While we owned her, she bit a total of ONE human being, and that guy was hated by our entire family (and she ended up doing only superficial damage). She picked up instantly on our feelings; if we liked you, she liked you. Oh, and she was the kind to take on a god damn bear if you threatened the family; granted, the one time this happened it was a relatively small black bear (which backed down without a fight), but still. Sweet dog to anyone she liked (which was almost everyone), and absolutely vicious if you threatened the family. Perfect dog in my opinion.

That's pretty fucked up what you had to go through, Kharloth; at least we know you have some solid god damn reactions, since a doberman can easily kill a grown man that's unprepared; a 6-year old is lucky to survive no matter what the circumstances. Also, your mom should have sued your neighbors for aggravated assault; I know my parents wouldn't have stopped until every last dog of theirs was put to sleep and the neighbors in question were penniless hobos.

 

[Littlee300]

The day I realized that religion didn't make any sense and that when I died I wasn't going to heaven or hell I was just going to stop existing. I was 8.

Probably most depressing thing in world to figure out...

Depressing? I found that same thought very uplifting - I'd been unshackled to live life free and full.

After this there will be nothing,
You wont remember any of this, you wont feel a thing. It just gives emo thoughts ): Also causes those "what is the point of existing" depression

 

[klakkat]

The day I realized that religion didn't make any sense and that when I died I wasn't going to heaven or hell I was just going to stop existing. I was 8.

Probably most depressing thing in world to figure out...

Depressing? I found that same thought very uplifting - I'd been unshackled to live life free and full.

After this there will be nothing,
You wont remember any of this, you wont feel a thing. It just gives emo thoughts ): Also causes those "what is the point of existing" depression

Without religion, the point of existing is exactly what you make of it. I have enough fun that I don't feel like embracing the void, so that is good enough for me. Live each day without regret, or you will live only for death's embrace.

 

[RicoGrey]

Didn't happen to me, happened to an old friend...

His parents got into a fight, not sure what about. Their kids(including my friend) were there at the time, and the dad killed the mom by dumping a bucketfull of acid(not sure what type or where it came from) on the mom. It splashed all over the place and some got on the kids. My friend has a scar on his shoulder and under his ear from the acid, and his little sister is horribly scarred on her face. I think my friend was like 6 or 7 at the time.

His dad got out of jail when my friend was 21, and he kept hounding my friend to come and see him. Last time I talked to this guy(a few years ago) he still refuses to see his dad.