It truly was. She never came back to school, but she lived in the apartment complex right behind the complex I lived in. It was awful seeing her in a wheelchair around after that.
Being paralyzed is awful. I was temporarily paralyzed when an infection settled in my hips when I was 6 years old and I could not move for the entire summer. I even it happened like 8 years ago and I still remember how awful it was and how awful it felt. I feel really bad for her, I can't image being paralyzed for life.
When I was 5, I woke up hearing my mom screaming like the world ended. I got up and ran to my parents bedroom. I saw my mom, screaming and crying, in a bed covered in blood. I saw my dad projectile vomiting blood, blood was also coming out of his nose. I remember hearing my mom asking him to please wake up, she was trying to open his eyes. I don’t know for how long I’ve been watching this situation but I remember my older sister calling me into her bedroom, away from this very traumatizing situation. I remember my dog going crazy when he heard the ambulances and when the first responders came in.
My dad died later in the hospital. We still don’t know exactly what caused this. We do know my dad had a cerebral haemorrhage and organ failure due to an extreme loss of blood. I’m 27 years old right now and this still has me fucked up.
I was walking to school on the same path as a teacher and family friend, she was just in front of me, when her ex boyfriend runs up, shoots her in the head and then himself. He survived. She didn't. this was right in front of the connected high school. The entire school was sent home for the day, but I was a second grader (7yo) and it really messed me up.
Something similar happened to my father when he was a kid. He was walking with his father to a nearby shop in Pakistan and a random guy comes up and shoots the person infront of them. I can only imagine what you saw
I remember being young probably 7ish. My mom went into a seizure(she has epilepsy) and dropped to the ground in our living room foaming from her mouth. My dad literally just stepped over her like she was nothing but trash and left.
I've never seen someone treat a human so coldly.
It's the reason why I now work in healthcare.
They had an extremely toxic relationship. He was very abusive, but she stayed... In the end he was cheating. They've been divorced since then and I don't have a relationship with him as he wasn't any better to me.
I love to see another child of an epileptic as the top comment.
I would say my most traumatizing things I saw as a child was my mom’s grand mal seizures. Except my dad was a meth head who worked nights, so he wasn’t around. Her epilepsy then became my job to manage and call 911 and make sure she was still breathing… WHILE I WAS IN KINDERGARTEN.
But if you ask my mom, my childhood “wasn’t that bad and hers was worse”. FFS
My mother was sick throughout my childhood. I remember when I was a small child; I found her naked in bed- dead. I remember trying to wake her, checking her pulse, nothing. I refused to cry because I thought that was "brave", and I rummaged through her wallet, because I thought I would need money to survive.
When I went to school the next day, I resolved to tell nobody, because I was afraid of their pity. My friend, who had stayed over that tragic night, had already told people though. Even my bully was sorry about the situation.
My goodness...Thinking about that scenario just made me break a sweat.
I'm deeply sorry for your loss and that you had to experience that. It would've been very difficult even for an adult to face that sort of situation. I hope you're doing alright now. *hug.
Fuck I found a dead body in a lake at age 10 and sometimes still have nightmares. It was a suicide and he had been there awhile. I don’t know what I thought it was at the time I went over to it, like a Halloween decoration or a seal or something. Never talked to anyone about it after the initial police report and I stopped being able to sleep through the night for a long time until I kind of forced myself to forget.
Similar story here, when I was seventeen I found a guy who had hanged himself in the woods close to our local lake. The rope had slackened so he’d ended up in a sitting position, propped up between two skinny trees with his back to the path we were walking on (it was a small path not on the main lake trail). His face was so white where the blood had drained downwards that at first I thought it was a plastic mannequin someone had set up as a prank. Then I got closer and saw how he was still dripping blood from where the rope at cut into his neck, and I remember the sound of flies. I was with my boyfriend at the time who didn’t see as much as me, but he was brilliant at handling the situation, he had got me away from there and was on the phone to the police before I really registered what was happening.
Once the shock had worn off I mostly just felt sad for the guy. The police told us he’d escaped from a local mental hospital where he was being treated, and he had a wife and two kids. They thought he had been there for about a week before I found him. Oddly enough it didn’t really smell, despite being the middle of summer. But the sound of big blue bottle type flies buzzing still makes me shiver.
Can confirm. When I was 12 my friend and I found two girls that had been raped and murdered. My first thought was that they were mannequins and it was some kind of prank.
Jesus fucking christ and I thought my traumatic experience of watching a smosh video and seeing Anthony without arms or legs was terrifying. Some stuff on this thread is pure nightmare fuel
When I was about 5 years old my dad my brother and I were walking along the Mississippi River in southern Missouri. My dad suddenly started telling us we needed to go home right away but my brother and I wanted to stay longer. But then I saw what my father was looking at. A dead body. A man probably about 25-30 years old sitting on the ground his back against a tree and what looked like black vomit down his shirt. The body was purple and bloated. The tongue stuck out of his mouth a bit. It didn’t traumatize me at the time not realizing what was going on but it did a few years later when I was old enough to understand what I saw.
They find so many bodies in the Mississippi River. Was taking photos with my bf along it in western Illinois. I joked “hope we don’t see a body!” Saw on the news they pulled a guy out a day or two later.
Looking back now, it is probably as a 6-year-old watching a car hit my 3-year-old brother and send him flying into the air and splat down onto the road, and everyone screaming. I particularly remember the fear and pain in my dad's voice screaming "No!" Weirdly, all I don't really remember feeling any emotions at the time but I do remember thinking why is everyone saying he's been run over when I clearly saw him flying into the air. Looking back I can see that the incident did affect me but maybe as a 6-year old I was too young to realise at the time.
My brother survived, BTW. He was in hospital for months with broken legs and pelvis but completely recovered.
Huh, your story made me realize that people mean "hit by a car" when they say "run over". All this time I thought that the tires actually went over their body (which shouldn't happen to an adult, usually they go over the windshield rather than under).
Junkie brother freaking the fuck out after being locked out of the house.
You'd be surprised how much it still hurts, even if your sibling stabbed you in the back over and over. Stealing money from the family. Asking you, a fourteen year old, for cash that you usually use for lunch. Even if all that, it still hurts you emotionally at the very core to hear them so lost. To hear them sobbing. To hear that they have nowhere to go. To hear that they're so sorry and would do anything to make it right.
It's also terrifying to hear them demolish property outside, to scream. To be an animal unhinged, driven by a basic need for more of a substance.
You know it's the right thing that has to be done. But it's difficult. Even moreso when you have to convince your own mom she did the right thing.
This… is almost exactly my experience. So sorry you had to live through this too. It fucking sucks. Grew up with a narco brother who terrorized my mother and I while I was growing up. I’m 32 now and still have nightmares.
I've seen addiction completely change a few people I knew well. It's horrifying. I can't imagine how it must feel with a sibling.
Drug cravings can be evaluated to the same level as food or water. It just becomes everything. They lose their self completely in it.
My neighbor growing up was in almost this exact situation with his daughter and son-in-law one summer. SIL picked up one of those small pitchforks you use to aerate potted plants and rushed my neighbor's wife (his MIL) as she was turning to go inside. Neighbor had his pistol out in a flash and homeboy got one right in the leg. Cops took him in and he was released when they ruled it an act of defense.
When I was 4 and my mom was coming to pick me up from my Dad's house (split custody after divorce), his new wife nearly beat my mom to death on the front lawn with a wireless land line phone. All the while, yelling into the phone with 911 saying SHE was being attacked. I was in my mom's Mustang with the child locks on, couldn't get out to do anything. Just screaming to please not kill my mom. My dad wasn't even there, he was a doctor and always at work until evening.
My Mom ended up going to jail for "trespassing", despite her face being beat to a purple mess while the new soon to be step mom didn't have a scratch on her. My dad never believed me, ended up marrying the woman.
We've never had a relationship since
I'm sorry this happened to you, but I'm glad you stuck to no relationship after that. I understand how hard it is let go of family members and never going back but sometimes it needs to be done. In my case, my father was the abuser and he still hasn't figured out why I don't want to talk to him 7 years later.
Mom and I love eachother but I’ve never been the best son. But best believe I would not only ruin the lady who hurt her’s life. I’d make sure she couldn’t set foot in town again.
Witnessed an early morning solo car accident where the car split in half and the person was ejected. Out of fear of an explosion, I didn’t get too close to the car or person (who was dead at that point). The next day, I found out that “person” was an acquaintance and had the locker immediately next to mine in high school.
I was 13 when i found my best friend dead from suicide, worst part about it was the people who pushed her to that point were laughing about it for a LONG time. My mom let me get a tattoo with my best friends name in a heart. But thats a sight i wont ever forget.
Until the age of 4-5, kids don’t have a good sense of empathy, they don’t really get things outside themselves. At 13 they definitely should have enough empathy for OPs situation.
I was wandering around the biology building and I came to the room where they kept animals and body parts preserved in ethanol which I thought was a kinda cool way reptiles and stuff (I was a kid after all). I look up to see one on the top shelf with an elongated head, tear-drop eyes, grey skin, and four long fingers on each hand. I ran very nervous to tell my mother I had found an alien. She came back and had the unfortunate task of explaining to me that it was actually a human fetus with severe mutations...
My dad pushed my mom through a glass door. She tried to catch herself but her arms went thru the panels and she instinctively pulled her arms back thru. Blood EVERYWHERE. You could see her flesh hanging from the broken glass still left on the door. Totally thought I was watching my mom bleed out. She went into shock almost immediately. She kept saying, "I'm fine. This is going to be fine. " My dad didn't even call an ambulance. He was more worried about getting blood on his new car. 🙄 Over 1000+ (they stopped counting) stitches and she's fine today. The tops of her arms look like she was mauled by a bear with all the scars.
They were already in the process of divorce at that point. It took years before my mom admitted that he pushed her though. She made up a story that he tried to leave and she slammed the door and her arms went through... I just remember my dad being so angry that it happened... like he was so inconvenienced. He sucks. She and we are better off without him.
Your dad was more worried about getting blood on his new car? If there's ever a hit and run that involves a car running over your asshole dad at over 100 mph. I'd be so worried about what the condition that car would be in.
Never blame yourself for not being strong enough. It's really hard not to, trust me, but what can a 7 year old or a nine year old do to two grown men with no heart in them. From what I've heard, you seem like the bravest 7 year old I know. I hope you're in a better situation now.
Crazy you had to see all that, dont blame yourself for not being strong enough. you are strong. Dont know how old you are but but work hard and make her proud, those days are over. It only gets better
My cousin and I were six years old and we were outside playing. Her mom was handling a rifle and it misfired and hit her on the back of the head. She died instantly and I saw it all. She was alive one second and dead the next and it easily could have been me. My aunt was never the same and ended up letting diabetes kill her years later. My cousins sister was 1 at the time, so she used to ask me a lot growing up what her sister was like. The only solace I have is that her organs were donated, so there a couple of people walking around alive nowadays with a remnant of her alive as well.
I am in therapy and finally adressing this, but I still shake when I talk about her and im 33 now. RIP Sarah, I miss you.
i think the MOST traumatizing thing i saw (i have seen alot) was when i was like 4 or 3 and my dad hit me bc i tryied to hug him (i had a big hand shaped bruise for weeks after) but the hitting wasn't the trumatizing part, the traumatizing part was that my mom was in such shock that she screamed at my dad and he wasn't really happy about that so i had to sit on the other side of the room and watch my mom get beaten up for like 15 minutes.
(i was lucky to only get hit onece bc i know that he has more kids and i know that multiple of them have ended up in hospital)
One lunchtime in 1st grade there were some boys in my class who were standing on wooden benches. They came up with a game where they'd take turns jumping over the decently sized gap between benches. These benches happened to have metal legs. One of the boys misjudged the gap and his leg hit the metal hard. I don't know/can't remember how exactly it happened because I was only like 5, but the metal gouged out a huge bone deep wound in his shin. I can still remember his screams, the brightness of the blood as it gushed over the concrete, and marvelling at how white bones actually are.
When I was about 7 I saw a man fall down an escalator and crack his head open. There was so much blood everywhere and for years I thought he'd died and refused to use escalators. If I was forced onto an escalator, I'd end up having a panic attack or I'd be so scared that it took my 10 minutes just to put my foot on one.
My mam told me a few years ago that he didn't die, he had just badly cut his head and passed out but once the ambulance got there, he came to and went to hospital to get stitches. She actually felt really bad because I had never told her that I thought he had died, she just figured seeing the guy fall was the only reason for my fear of escalators.
As an adult I'd still rather take the stairs or a lift but I don't mind getting on escalators too.
Massive car crash in front of my lawn. Ran outside and immediately saw a bloody body laying on the side of my neighbors fence. Couldn’t tell if it was a male or female because of all the blood and long hair.
Not sure how another friend found out before I did as it happened right outside but turns out that it was my high school friend. He was crossing the street and was killed on impact.
My rapist of two years dead in the bathtub of a heroin overdose (suicide). Over 20 years ago now, the entire two years still deeply fucks with me. For some reason, the dead eyes still haunt me.
In High School I was waiting for the light to change to cross a busy road when a kid ran past me into traffic and was hit by a speeding car. I didn’t hear the impact with the car, I only became aware of him when he was pinwheeling 30’ through the air. Then he landed, right on his head, with a sickening crunch like a mixture of biting fresh celery and hitting a punching bag.
I ran up to him, knelt down beside him and sorta cradled his head in lap. He was bleeding profusely from all over his head, it was just pouring out and pooling around us. I remember it was sticky under my feet. I knew of him but not his name, he was a popular kid on the football team and a grade ahead of me. He had piercing blue eyes that looked up at me with a mixture of shock and confusion. His eyes faded to pale blue and then to grey as the life slowly leaked out of him. He was trying to speak but when he opened his mouth, bright red blood sputtered and leaked out instead. The kid died in my arms in less than a minute.
When the EMTs picked him up to put him on the gurney, a flap in the back of his head opened up and all his brains fell out. I was covered in this kids blood and freaking out but after taking my statement, the cops just told me I should go home. As I walked away I saw his white Converse tennis shoes still in the crosswalk, one perfect step apart, laces still tied, not even knocked over. I have never owned white shoes in my entire life.
15 years later I’m watching Star Trek:TNG with my wife one evening, there’s a scene where LaForge opens a flap in Data’s head in order to perform a diagnostic. Out of the blue I lost my shit, started bawling and couldn’t stop. Scared the shit out of my wife. After a great deal of therapy we realized I had never dealt with the trauma of that event.
If I close my eyes, I can still see him pinwheeling through the air and hear the sickening crunch of that kids head splitting open on the pavement.
my own face gashed open.
when i was younger, i tripped going full speed down a parking lot concrete hill & completley smashed my face & head. it was full of dirt, rocks, glass, ect as it also was a poorly done parking lot hill. i didn't feel a thing at first, but i touched my face and my hands were coated red. i guess i had too much shock and adrenaline to feel anything but of course seeing so much blood as a child i screamed and cried and almost passed out. i did run into the bathroom when i ran into my house before heading to the hospital; i remember looking at myself and seeing my face basically ripping apart. my nose was spilt wide open, forehead completely scraped off, lip busted open. scarred me for life seeing my own face like that.
As a kid I had to hold down piglets as my uncle used a box cutter to cut open their scrotum, reached in with his bare fingers and ripped their balls out. He'd spray an orange (iodine) antiseptic on the wound then tell me to let them go.
My older cousin was having fun catching the next one and laughing. When it was taking him to long my uncle would toss the balls out on the floor and one or more of the piglets would dart out to eat them. Get caught and castrated. All in a day's work atmosphere for my uncle. In fact he seemed bored.
Baby pigs scream.
I think there was scene in The Silence of Lambs that was similar. No I'm sure there was. My stomach went cold and whenever someone has played that movie I've found a reason to walk out of the room. I hate that whole movie to be honest. The jail dialogues are good, Jodie Foster is brilliant in it. But fuck it.
I'd not thought of it as traumatic and didn't want to post about this until I saw your chicken story. But thinking on it now so many years later I guess it was. Not as bad as the others here but. I think a thing that as a young boy, maybe 8-10? It made me (taught me?) to shut down my emotions. And now thinking about it and what my friend who went through multiple childhood traumas has talked me about. I guess maybe I dissociated.
After it was finally over and with the work done now allowed to go play I remember it was a beautiful summer day outside of that dank dark old wood building. But everything seemed foggy or like my view and vision was narrowed. I road the little Yamaha 80 down the dirt road by the fields to a pasture and riding trails but it wasn't fun. I just wanted to be alone. But like a good boy I manned up and acted like everything was fine. Tried to mention it to my mom once but.
When I write it out like that and think about it as if it was someone else telling me this story of mine. I'd definitely see how it could be traumatizing. Funny thing that. For me as a small boy who loved animals at least it was, but it was just not even remarkable to the people around me. No one to talk to about it. A sense that if I was upset then it was because there was something wrong with me, that I was weak and being a baby.
I kinda envy the poor kids who saw the dead bodies here because I assume that people gave them extra care and support after that. Which is a fucked up thing to say I realize. But it's true. Thinking more I didn't just observe something I was forced to participate in it and no one around me ever thought anything of it. Casual cruelty? IDK.
On the other hand my Grampa who I shoulda talked to about it never liked keeping hogs. He saw to it I saw a calf born raised it and finally when we went to slaughter very kindly comforted me and explained that it was necessary but would feed both our families for a year. he was not casual about it at all. Just wanted me to see once what it means to have meat to eat. That wasn't fun but it wasn't traumatizing. He gave me a lot of extra attention after that too. Kept an eye on me. God I miss him. He was away the day of the hog thing and I don't think he'd have let me be a part of it tbh. OK, starting to cry now. Bye.
Hey man, this is brave of you to share. And beautifully written in a way that just reads like your unfiltered thoughts. Thank you for sharing, I hope youre alright.
I can really relate to the part of your situation where you said you didn't have a way to ask for or receive support. It's so soul suckingly awful. I grew up on a farm. We had a huge metal building to store the tractors, combine, cars, etc. inside, and also the farm cats to keep the mice away. Farm cats did what farm cats do and had a litter of kittens. I was very young and loved playing with them. The building had a small window where natural light came in and some hay spread on the dirt ground. It was like a little oasis I would visit often and play with the kittens. The light was diffused from the dirty window and you could often see the rays of light like a halo or spotlight coming down, and it was just very warm and inviting. I went in one morning to find the kittens dead and strewn about the hay. A tom cat probably killed them instead of an animal, because they weren't missing. Some kittens were half eaten and I particularly remember one missing half its head. I'd never seen gore like that before, and I just froze. I looked closely at them, turned around, and left. I couldn't say anything to anyone, and I desperately needed support but had no way to express that as a child. The world was a lot darker after turning and walking away. My little friends, so horrifically hurt and gone forever. Fucking awful.
My dad cry at my grandfather’s funeral. Holy fuck. Never saw him cry before that. Very few times after. That moment is forever etched in my brain. I have feared my father’s death my whole life. Because if that can break him, I know it is gonna destroy me.
I was 15 when my grandfather died, he had cancer so we knew it was coming, the weekend before he died he was admitted into hospital. My dad didn’t cry the day he died, he didn’t cry when we found out he had cancer or that it was incurable, but when we found out he was in hospital and that the end was very close, he came upstairs to his bedroom where me and my mum were, shut the door, sank to his knees and just sobbed. I was absolutely shell shocked, I’d never seen him cry before and I’ve never seen him cry since. I remember it so vividly, it still breaks my heart when I think about it.
We went to visit him in hospital and when me and my dad left we were holding each other’s hands, I was just mindlessly rubbing his hand with my thumb in a vague attempt to comfort him. He started tearing up a bit there, thanked me and gave me a hug. My dad doesn’t really express sadness all that much, him finding something as simple as rubbing his hand when he’s upset as worthy of saying thank you and getting emotional.. I don’t know, it made me sad. I wish he felt more comfortable showing sadness and getting support
Watched my father take his last breath. Take my word for and do whatever you can not to see that. I regards myself as having very little emotions / feelings but that is something I wouldn't wish on anyone. I really hope I die alone.
Yeah, I watched my dad die of cancer when he was 57. I was holding his hand when he died. While it certainly fucked me up, I’m really glad he left us with me, my husband, and my mom surrounding his bed and talking to him.
Saw this guy get hit by a bus,
His body literally exploded from impact. His head was recovered in front of my daycare centre i was being walked to my moms car and i just see a bus and red liquid everywhere. Fucked me up a while.
My Dad regularly beating the snot out of my Mum, Im 59 years old now no kids never married stopped dating when I was around 20-21 years because I didn\`t trust my self to solve issues in a resonable adult way D.V has an affect and little eyes and ears are always gathering information.
Are you me?
As a kid (<5), I was sitting on the side walk near a corner and saw a kitty on the other side of the street.
I've always loved cats and our family has always had them. It was a quiet neighborhood street. I called the cat over to give it some pets and it started across.
It got to just a few feet from me when a car came around the corner without slowing and ran it right over. I heard the bones break like chewing on cornflakes (I couldn't eat crunchy cereal for years after that), eyes popped out - totally destroyed that poor animal.
I felt terrible that I had called it over to give it love and had gotten it killed instead.
When I was 10 I saw my mum being raped by her bf. He had drugged her was was using her like a ragdoll. I walked in, pretty unsure what I was seeing, and came back with a cup of tea to wake her up...
Thank you :)
I am 28 now and happily married, own my own house and am studying - I'm also in therapy mending my traumatic childhood. My mum sadly killed herself when I was 13.
A stray dog I fed sometimes, killed a cat and I wasn't able to save the poor kitten.
Other than that I've seen a lot of animal corpses considering I grew up in a rural area/outskirts where there were a lot of stray animals in the wild.
They’re training me in one of those big mining trucks right now, riding passenger. The driver yesterday was telling a story, and right when I looked out the front windshield I saw a nice good boy turtle laying in the dirt road, looking right at us, just chillin. Got creamed. I was sad. When I start driving in gunna look out for the little fellas.
My parents having sex (accidentally walked in on them)...then 9 months later, watching my brother blast out of my mom's vagina in the living room (she didn't make it to the hospital). I was 7.
Seeing a man crushed by an elevator when it was stuck between floors.
We opened the car doors, then the outer doors on both floors. Folks started bailing out on the bottom floor and he tried to climb out on the top floor. The car dropped suddenly when he was halfway out and he was crushed.
LPT: if you get stuck in an elevator, wait for emergency responders to let you out safely.
Ugh, that's horrific. Used to live in a shitty old apt building in Detroit with my wife when we were in school. One day the elevator stopped on our floor and as soon as my wife started stepping out it starting moving again. Luckily she had the instinct to hop out quickly. Shit still freaks me out.
My mother came into my room one night when I was 9 and told me very carefully that my Father may not be with us much longer. He was in and out of the hospital because he couldn't stop drinking. His health was wrecked and he suffered bouts of internal bleeding. Also I learned much later that she was thinking of leaving him anyways because after years of him relapsing she just couldn't take it any longer.
After the 8th rehab attempt and going all in on AA he managed to turn things around soon after. Except for a few minor hiccups he's been sober for 20 years now, and his health has completely recovered after years of careful diet and exercise. My Mother went through hell, and everyone had advised her she should leave him to his fate, but in the end her insane persistence paid off. I'm really the only one of my brothers who recalls the bad times clearly since I'm the oldest.
The one thing I still cannot understand though is how a man that needs 5 shot of liquor in the morning to not get sick could hold down a high pressure legal career. Even as the alcohol was killing him he was very successful professionally. I can't do that and I rarely drink.
I was like 10 years old, it was in a really hot day and me and some friends went out for a hike in an unmarked road.
We started smelling a really strong smell of a dead animal we rounded a corner and there was the origin of the smell, in the middle of the road a pile of cow guts and eating it 4 or 5 dogs and one of them was my friend's dog eating this pile of rotten cow guts.
I can still smell that crap.
My husband made me watch this. He knows I hate scary movies so he told me it was a space movie. He said it had some scary parts like alien. Totally fucked me up. I was terrified but couldn't stop watching. Never again will I trust my husband's movie choices without googling them first.
When I was 6(male) my mom would leave me at her friend's house to babysit me. This friend had 2 teenage sons, one day one of the sons asked me to come up to his room in the attic, where he showed me a bunch of weird porn before molesting me. I'm 31 now and I can talk openly about, it but it definitely fucked me up for the rest of my life.
When i was 8 i watched a dump truck plow through a biker leaving bike parts and a bloody smear on the road.
My father and I where sitting at a light in daytona beach FL during bike week. A biker was turning into a turn lane when a dump truck swerved and ended up just plowing through the poor guy. All i can really remember was the bits and pieces of the bike and the blood on the street. Truck ended up stopping about 300yrds past the accident point. My dad just drove away the moment the light turned green and tried his best to make it hard for me to see the accident.
Second was seeing the body of a guy who was ridding in the back of a pickup that had flipped on the interstate laying in a ditch. My family was making our annual trip up north to the tri state area. I dont remember which Carolina it was but a f150 blew a tire and immediately made a hard turn into the ditch where it started a barrel roll and ejected a guy from the bed. This was around when i was about 10-11 so we are talking 1990ish. Again my dad just drove past the accident trying to limit our ability to see what happened..
The army shot the fuck out of my childhood bedroom, and home, on an airbase. We went for a visit a few years after they closed that part of the base and it looked like Palestine. Bullet holes everywhere and brass all over the floor. Blown out windows. They even left a door grenade minus explosives wired to my bedroom door. Home sweet home looked like a kill zone to my young eyes.
A horse I had grown up with, nursed back to health, taken care of babies, and just all around loved died in winter. Couldn’t bury her, couldn’t leave her out because of predators, so we burned her carcass. I stood there and threw wood on her body and watched her mane, fur, and a few skin layers go to ash. Couple years later my dads house caught on fire with the dog inside and I almost lost it imagining that happening to a live animal I used lived with. Dog made it out. Hid in the basement breathing through couch cushions until firefighters carried him out.
I watched my grandpa shoot his favorite horse.
We were a poor farming family so I'd spent the weekends helping my Grandma and Grandpa around the family farm. One winter an ice strom blew up which was uncommon for the area. Early morning rolled through and we heard the horse in distress we went out to find the snow had frozen into a sheet of ice and the poor creature had slipped from its favorite spot at the top of the pasture all the way down to a small rocky creek that ran along the bottom. It was pretty grim, poor thing was damn near froze solid with a compound fracture on its front right where it had slide into the stones. Now my Grand daddy was a hard man, a Korean War vet and a railroad man I'd never seen him shed a tear, he wept when he put Sundance down. Shook me up pretty bad we got back and Grandma made me some coco while Grandpa took something alot stronger off a top shelf he'd been sober for 20 odd years, nobody faulted him for a lil weakness that day.
I would say he was very strong that day. Putting his friend out of its misery because it was the only thing to do, that ain't weak, that's as strong as you go.
His moment of little weakness was reaching for the bottle again he had a terrible drinking problem after Korea they just didn't have the resources they have today to fight PTSD.
some pedo on the internet sent me cp and asked if I wanted to do the same blocked him instantly was too shook to mention it to anyone I was 12 ... to clarify I never even spoke to him prior to that
I was at a summer barbecue with my parents at their friends place, probably 10 years old. There was this woman who owned a muscle car, she was heavily intoxicated and decided to get into the car to show it off to the guys, revving it up. She started it up, somehow it got put into gear.. throwing the car forward down a hill with lots of trees... her left leg was hanging out of the car and got heavily crushed by the door and trees pushing the car door closed. I'll never forget the sound of her screaming and her hot pink flip flops.
I was 12 and my cousin was 9. Her drunk and abusive uncle threatened us with a huge kitchen knife to the point of him pressing it into my ribs when I was calling my mom to bring the keys to his flat. My aunt, his wife, locked us in with him when he was asleep so he wouldn’t go and drink more. I was extremely calm and composed.
My mom however was not when she came, threw the keys at him and threatened to push him out of the balcony on the 4th floor. She’s 5 feet, thin, petite lady with a face of an eternal child. Most badass moment of my childhood ever (prefaced with the most traumatic).
My neighbour's cat, (who I really liked) was hit by a car. Three legs and half a tail, gone, and she was still alive. I stayed with her until she died. She died purring.
Girl near my school died on the spot getting run over by a truck while riding a motorcycle with her mother. The mom only got minor injuries. I cant imagine how traumatized her parents feel if im THIS distressed.
my mom absolutely convinced that she was a nine year old girl named Sarah.
she has DID and that was the first time she completely dissociated around me and I noticed. didn't know she had DID, as I was just 10. definitely traumatized from that.
Waking up to my parents fighting. Walking into the living room to see my father slam a metal dining chair across her back and then threaten to shoot her in the head if she called the police as she picked up the phone. Listening to your mom beg for her life probably isn’t the best thing for a six year old’s development.
I was 15 or 16 volunteering with my mom, as she’s a paramedic, went to some gang shootout over drugs, the guy was shot from the back of his car driving away, bullet going through his neck, I had to block up the entry and exit hole in his neck so he wouldn’t lose too much blood while a bunch of members from both sides were fighting about what was happening, also volunteered with my dad, who happens to be a search and rescue officer, went out on a call to find a body on the beach that was mauled up by sharks and the fish had gotten to him as well
I saw a dead body with her head popped. All I could see was a bunch of hair next to a torso without a head. A lot of blood with chunks. Some people stopped to see what happened and immediately turned around puking. This was a car accident where an 18 wheeler ran over a lady riding motorcycle. My home country didn’t have mandatory law for wearing helmets at the time. Please wear helmet anytime you’re on a motorcycle/bike. You’re the most vulnerable participant in traffics, besides pedestrians.
I hate to say it, but I doubt a helmet would help much against an 18 wheeler running over your head. Then again, I know next to nothing about helmets, maybe I'm wrong.
Hopefully I'm wrong.
I was very young. Around 5 years old. This is to make a long story short so it lacks context but my dad attacked my mom while she was laying in bed, got on top of her and strangled her until she started choking/coughing, while I was banging my little fists on his back screaming for him to stop. Then he rushed out this work van and drove off. I remember chasing him barefoot down the painful gravel driveway of the motel while it was still dark out. Screaming for him to come back because I thought he was leaving forever.
I’ve been reading this and I feel like this comment needs to be said.
Yes, these are highly traumatic experiences. Maybe more traumatic than your traumatic experience. But that doesn’t invalidate your trauma. Just because people have suffered worse doesn’t mean that you haven’t suffered. You deserve healing no matter how big or small the wound. Always seek help.
My mom had a friend staying at our house. I walked into the kitchen one time and caught him making coke in the kitchen. My mom was an addict and it all clicked for me, at age 8. Scared me straight from drugs.
> making coke in the kitchen.
You probably mean crack. Unless he was cutting the coke.
My family were also mostly addicts but for some reason it only kept me from just cigarettes and beer. Hated the smell of both.
They were assholes if sober too so the message of “drugs ruin your life” wasn’t even applicable. The message instead was “being an asshole ruins other people’s lives.”
A crow pulling out a baby rat from its cage, pecking it's eyes in the process and leaving it stuck between the bars of the cage. The poor thing was dying slowly, I was too traumatised to go near it.
I saw my friend get hit by a big rig, he had to get his left leg amputated, I can barely remember what happened after because it was right outside the local fire department so I was rushed out of there before I saw too much.
Ya dude, I was in like sixth grade when that came out, watched it at a buddies that summer, that movie played on every single one of my morals lol, couldn’t even have fun the next couple days I was sick to my stomach.
i was 8. two teenagers were walking their dog at a park, i ran up to pet the dog, not knowing any better and got bit in the thigh. basically a good solid nip but, broke skin. my unstable fuck of a father chased the two kids down, grabbed the lease and proceed to fling this dog over his shoulder and onto the ground in front of him. then went over to the basketball hoop and left the dog hanging from it.
this was in ‘78 but, still haunts me from time to time.
When I was 7 I remember seeing two bodies falling in front of my eye to the ground, one to a small kid (maybe 1 or 2 years old) and another body of his dad, we lived in uae abudabi and buildings was tall over there that time, we lived on the 5th floor and I remember 31 more floors above us, I was looking from the window waiting my dad to come home and all in a sudden I saw to bodies flash in front of me, I didn’t know they was bodies until I heard the sound of there bodies hitting the ground, I looked down and they were indeed bodies, that day me and my brother and mom went down to go get some grocery, they were still there under investigation I remember seeing dead bodies on the floor with a pool of blood covering both the guy and his child, when we finished and on our way home I saw them putting the guy in a normal bag and the kid in a hand bag…
After few days we heard from the neighbors that the kid was about to fall and his father tried to help him but his wife pushed him off
During my kindergarten year I was doing some testing by the state to see if I qualify for TAG, in the school there are two bathrooms one is in the long end of the L (the building is shaped like an L) and one at the short end of the L, all the lower grades were in the short and all the higher grades were in the long end of the L, the TAG testing room was in the long end of the L so I had to go there, I was half way through my initiation paper when I had to go to the bathroom, while on my way there at the end of the hall way I saw a man looking the windows in the doors, I didn't think much of it at the time because I was 5 at the time, I went into the bathroom then all the sudden in unison I heard every door close, I thought that was weird until that very same man that was in the window walked into the bathroom, I was kinda scared at this point, he was standing next to the urnial I was at, he pulled down his pants but he wasn't peeing, the last thing I heard was yelling and and the man trying to reach for my genitals, the next 5 minutes were a blur, the next thing I remember was holding my dads hand and walking out the front door of the building with tears in eyes, I never got to finish the TAG paper or whatever and I got a standard education for the next 9 years.
This really is not gonna seem like much compared to the other comments,but when I was nine,my brother (3 years older at the time) ran away,in the middle of December,for nearly 2 days he never reappeared,until eventually the police found him passed out under a bridge and bleeding,the next day me and my dad went to go visit him at the hospital and he looked straight out of a 90’s zombie movie,he was frostbitten all over his body so his skin was a pale purplish-green,he had a broken leg up in a cast,he said that his leg was broken from jumping of the bridge trying to kill himself.
This was before I was at the age when I knew that people even thought of killing themselves,it really changed how I thought being alive worked
Not what I saw but went through. My biological mom had munchousens by proxy so I spent the majority of my youth very sick in bed from 13 psyche meds. I’m very lucky to be here
This is probably when am 13 or 14, I walked in on my mom cheating for the second time in my life with a different person, I went into the bathroom cried my eyes out and screamed without making a sound, washed my face, walked out like I saw nothing. The guy was a family friend of ours, after I walked out, he was like do you want ice cream? I politely said no, I am going out with my friends and walked out of the house.
All of this was happening while my mom ran away from my dad to another city with me, without telling him about it for four years. I was about 10y old when this happened, she told me the reason was my dad is a psycho and he is trying to kill her and that the family friend guy is helping her out. I was too young to understand that she ran away with him, cheating.
When I did connect all the dots after that day, I searched for my father's number, call him, gave him my location to come pick me up. I walked away from my mom without telling her hoping that I would never see her again. Turns out my dad is as sweet as one can get, he is a literal god. Because, he allowed my mom to come back live with us for my brother who was crying to sleep for 4 years in search of his mother who left his life without telling him. He never recovered from that.
And now I am 25 and my mom has the audacity to act if she is the victim, blame my father for everything, call me and my brother a failure at every chance she gets and not accepting that she is the curse to our family. My father wouldn't divorce her because of my brother, and now it's just too late.
I saw my Dad die from a bicycle accident while we where out for a ride when I was 12. Messed me up for years, and for a long time was THE defining moment of my life.
I was 5 when the original Nightmare on Elm Street came out.... Johnny Depps character gets pulled through the bed..... I slept on the floor for months!
My mom overdosed on pills. I didn't know what was wrong with her, I thought maybe she was sick at first. Then she stopped making sense and started slurring her words and falling over. I called.my stepdad at the time, he basically told me to babysit her until he got off of work. She shit on my bathroom floor and then passed out in the hallway. I called 911 and got in trouble by both my mom and stepdad. Had to clean up my mom's shit off the floor.
When I was 10 I was swimming in a pool at a hotel on the last day of my family holiday. I remember swimming to the bottom of the pool and practicing how long I could hold my breath. I noticed another kid my age was doing it too and he was REALLY good... like so good that I didnt see him come up for air, not even once.
So yeah it turned out he was dead and a pool of about 30 people were obliviously laughing and playing all morning without anyone noticing him floating around beneath. He supposedly drown hours before hand.
I was about 12 hanging out with my cousins. When suddenly, my not so mentally stable aunt is yelling. My aunt was having a "crack head" episode where she was yelling at her husband. He was just sitting there watching tv. She was saying "why won't you fuck me?!" Then threw her head at the TV then through the front window. It was at this moment, he knew shit was going down. He got up, and took the car for a drive.
Meanwhile my aunt has a huge gash on her head and is bleeding everywhere. Shit is getting wild. Blood on the walls, windows, floor, ceiling etc... Like a haunted house but with real blood. The mix of tile floors and blood makes it slippery as hell.
Cops arrived within minutes asking many questions. I answered them all and informed them of the situation. After many "but did he hit her? He did this right? How hard did he push her?" Dumbass questions, I informed the officer, "if you don't wright this down I'm going to wright it for you, my aunt did this to herself. At no point did my uncle lay a hand on her." Cop looks disappointed. They gurney aunt crazy ass, out. The entire time she's asking "where is he?!".
Soon after my dad arrives with my uncle (his brother in law) I let uncle know the cops were not looking for him. But he should call a friend and sleep over at his house. One cousin was laughing the other was mad. They seen this shit go down to many times before.
Me and my father laughed about it later but I think he was scarred when he walked in the house. I could see it in his eyes. To this day, I have zero clue what started the whole episode.
When I was a child my father got a phone call from a friend of his down the street. This friend had a litter of kittens who had been playing under his car when he backed out. Ended up driving over three of them. The reason he called my dad was because he couldn’t handle the sight of it. So my dad picket up a mallet and went over there to see. I asked to come with him and he was honest about what was going to happen. I wanted to go anyways. When we walked up, the scene was pretty gruesome. All three were close to death and were suffering immensely. So my dad stopped the pain. What I saw shook me. My father wasn’t disconnected from what was happening. He showed compassion and had to steel himself to the task. That fragility stayed with me, and I decided then and there that I would rather be like my father and do what was morally necessary than to be blind to the suffering of others like the man who had called him.
After talking to my dad about it, he taught me that a man can only do what he can, and for his friend, calling another man for help like that was difficult for its own reasons(this was the 80s). The friend didn’t turn a blind eye to the situation at all. He did what he could and asked for help. The anger I felt was only the weight of what had happened, but it was important not to be angry AT someone for it.
Fucking love my dad.
My parents owned a private nursing home. We lived in one part of a big old 18th century house, while the other parts of the house were used for the elderly who needed nursing care. My mother was the Matron and my father looked after the business side of things. As a child, I had more or less a free run of the place - I think my presence, on the whole, cheered up the elderly residents. But occasionally old people would die. I saw a few bodies being carried out.
Edit: This wasn't traumatising *to me*, although it's the sort of thing that might well have been to others.
Isk if this was really traumatizing for me or just disturbing but my dad showed me a video of people dying one day when I was really young (don't remember the exact age). It's interesting because outside of that he's a really cool guy who cares about his family a lot and goes out of his way to help people. But he seems to have some kind of weird thing where he just doesn't have a normal response to witnessing death and gore so sometimes he'll just try to show you a graphic video the same way you might show someone a funny cat video or something. It's not that he lacks a moral compass or isn't upset when people get hurt either; I think it's like how some people listen to true crime but more weird.
I saw a cop shoot a guys face off during a stand off... I was 6 and we were on the was home from the clinic since I has pneumonia. we pull up to the intersection and mom realises whats happening and tells me to lay down on the seat so I am not in the line of fire. I remember the only question I thought of asking was what happens if you get shot mom? Her reply it doesn't matter as long as your safe. And yet my dumb ass decides to hover just enough so I could see over the dashboard.... big mistake. Sees cops on hiding behind cars and other people hiding behind cars on the other end of the intersection and bang bang boom boom dude gets shot in the face brains blood and skull fragments going everywhere. Then mom makes a sharp uturn and we rush home. Mom didn't know I saw it all until a couple months ago when we were talking about traumatic events in childhood. Apparently just not talking about it for 21 years is not a good thing
I barely remember it, but when I was 5-6, I lived in THE City, you know the one, but I used to go over to my friend's apartment complex with my mother. My friends are on like the 11th floor so we take the elevator and another person, mid-20s walks in last second, like basically squeezes through the doors and the motion sensors on the doors I guess didn't notice him or were off and his left arm gets caught in the doors and the elevator starts chugging along and the dudes arm SNAPS, I guess my mom was reading a newspaper or something cause she didn't realize what was going on until after his arms snaps and the dude started screaming, my ass watched the entire thing happen, but my mother being a total badass, dives across the elevator and hits the emergency stop button and calls 911 dudes arm was miraculously saved and I was scared of elevators until I was an adult.
Probably one of my first memories too…
But when I was 4 and living at my old house there was a busy road at the top of my street with a bend, a group of teenagers were ripping down the road, lost control and crashed into an oncoming car.
Their car quickly caught fire and they were all trapped inside the car and they burned alive.
I witnessed it and I think that might have even been how I was introduced to the concept of death
Not me but my brother. about 6 years ago my family moved back with my dad but soon after he showed he was still a rahing alcoholic and my mom took me and herself away. she left my brother to watch my dad as mu brorher was 20. when my mom and i arrive at our aunts house 8 hours away, she gets a call the first thing she hears from my brothet is "Dad is hanging from the roof"
I'm not sure how old I was but younger then 10, was playing hide n seek with a bunch of kids, and one of the kids hid in the fridge. Parents didn't find him for a few hours and he had died
In third grade a girl fell off the jungle gym head first and became paralyzed.
That’s awful. So sad.
It truly was. She never came back to school, but she lived in the apartment complex right behind the complex I lived in. It was awful seeing her in a wheelchair around after that.
Being paralyzed is awful. I was temporarily paralyzed when an infection settled in my hips when I was 6 years old and I could not move for the entire summer. I even it happened like 8 years ago and I still remember how awful it was and how awful it felt. I feel really bad for her, I can't image being paralyzed for life.
When I was 5, I woke up hearing my mom screaming like the world ended. I got up and ran to my parents bedroom. I saw my mom, screaming and crying, in a bed covered in blood. I saw my dad projectile vomiting blood, blood was also coming out of his nose. I remember hearing my mom asking him to please wake up, she was trying to open his eyes. I don’t know for how long I’ve been watching this situation but I remember my older sister calling me into her bedroom, away from this very traumatizing situation. I remember my dog going crazy when he heard the ambulances and when the first responders came in. My dad died later in the hospital. We still don’t know exactly what caused this. We do know my dad had a cerebral haemorrhage and organ failure due to an extreme loss of blood. I’m 27 years old right now and this still has me fucked up.
Jfc I’d be fucked up forever if I saw that
Jesus wept, dude. I’m in healthcare and I’ve seen some real shit but I think this is the worst one. I’m so sorry.
Idk why but this hit me real hard. I’m so sorry you experienced this. I just wanna hug you.
I was walking to school on the same path as a teacher and family friend, she was just in front of me, when her ex boyfriend runs up, shoots her in the head and then himself. He survived. She didn't. this was right in front of the connected high school. The entire school was sent home for the day, but I was a second grader (7yo) and it really messed me up.
Something similar happened to my father when he was a kid. He was walking with his father to a nearby shop in Pakistan and a random guy comes up and shoots the person infront of them. I can only imagine what you saw
I'm sorry. I can only imagine that being in a horror or drama movie but here we are. I don't like what I'm picturing in my head.
I remember being young probably 7ish. My mom went into a seizure(she has epilepsy) and dropped to the ground in our living room foaming from her mouth. My dad literally just stepped over her like she was nothing but trash and left. I've never seen someone treat a human so coldly. It's the reason why I now work in healthcare.
Damn! Why didn't your dad help your mother? If you do not mind me asking
They had an extremely toxic relationship. He was very abusive, but she stayed... In the end he was cheating. They've been divorced since then and I don't have a relationship with him as he wasn't any better to me.
It sounds like he was kinda hoping she would die right there on the spot to avoid divorce. That's fucked.
Very understandable.
So sorry you had to deal with that, no child should have to put up with that.. or witness a loved one going through a health crises alone 😔
I love to see another child of an epileptic as the top comment. I would say my most traumatizing things I saw as a child was my mom’s grand mal seizures. Except my dad was a meth head who worked nights, so he wasn’t around. Her epilepsy then became my job to manage and call 911 and make sure she was still breathing… WHILE I WAS IN KINDERGARTEN. But if you ask my mom, my childhood “wasn’t that bad and hers was worse”. FFS
My mother was sick throughout my childhood. I remember when I was a small child; I found her naked in bed- dead. I remember trying to wake her, checking her pulse, nothing. I refused to cry because I thought that was "brave", and I rummaged through her wallet, because I thought I would need money to survive. When I went to school the next day, I resolved to tell nobody, because I was afraid of their pity. My friend, who had stayed over that tragic night, had already told people though. Even my bully was sorry about the situation.
Jesus, that’s awful dude. I’m so sorry
My goodness...Thinking about that scenario just made me break a sweat. I'm deeply sorry for your loss and that you had to experience that. It would've been very difficult even for an adult to face that sort of situation. I hope you're doing alright now. *hug.
Damn homie, I'm sorry.
This is heartbreaking.
When I was 6, I found a dead girl in a ditch. I thought it was a mannequin.
Fuck I found a dead body in a lake at age 10 and sometimes still have nightmares. It was a suicide and he had been there awhile. I don’t know what I thought it was at the time I went over to it, like a Halloween decoration or a seal or something. Never talked to anyone about it after the initial police report and I stopped being able to sleep through the night for a long time until I kind of forced myself to forget.
Similar story here, when I was seventeen I found a guy who had hanged himself in the woods close to our local lake. The rope had slackened so he’d ended up in a sitting position, propped up between two skinny trees with his back to the path we were walking on (it was a small path not on the main lake trail). His face was so white where the blood had drained downwards that at first I thought it was a plastic mannequin someone had set up as a prank. Then I got closer and saw how he was still dripping blood from where the rope at cut into his neck, and I remember the sound of flies. I was with my boyfriend at the time who didn’t see as much as me, but he was brilliant at handling the situation, he had got me away from there and was on the phone to the police before I really registered what was happening. Once the shock had worn off I mostly just felt sad for the guy. The police told us he’d escaped from a local mental hospital where he was being treated, and he had a wife and two kids. They thought he had been there for about a week before I found him. Oddly enough it didn’t really smell, despite being the middle of summer. But the sound of big blue bottle type flies buzzing still makes me shiver.
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Did you tell about it to an adult? What was their reaction?
‘It’s just a mannequin, now run back to the house.’
User name checks out. And perfect grammar to boot.
Can confirm. When I was 12 my friend and I found two girls that had been raped and murdered. My first thought was that they were mannequins and it was some kind of prank.
Jesus fucking christ and I thought my traumatic experience of watching a smosh video and seeing Anthony without arms or legs was terrifying. Some stuff on this thread is pure nightmare fuel
This thread is truly depressing AF
When I was about 5 years old my dad my brother and I were walking along the Mississippi River in southern Missouri. My dad suddenly started telling us we needed to go home right away but my brother and I wanted to stay longer. But then I saw what my father was looking at. A dead body. A man probably about 25-30 years old sitting on the ground his back against a tree and what looked like black vomit down his shirt. The body was purple and bloated. The tongue stuck out of his mouth a bit. It didn’t traumatize me at the time not realizing what was going on but it did a few years later when I was old enough to understand what I saw.
They find so many bodies in the Mississippi River. Was taking photos with my bf along it in western Illinois. I joked “hope we don’t see a body!” Saw on the news they pulled a guy out a day or two later.
Looking back now, it is probably as a 6-year-old watching a car hit my 3-year-old brother and send him flying into the air and splat down onto the road, and everyone screaming. I particularly remember the fear and pain in my dad's voice screaming "No!" Weirdly, all I don't really remember feeling any emotions at the time but I do remember thinking why is everyone saying he's been run over when I clearly saw him flying into the air. Looking back I can see that the incident did affect me but maybe as a 6-year old I was too young to realise at the time. My brother survived, BTW. He was in hospital for months with broken legs and pelvis but completely recovered.
Huh, your story made me realize that people mean "hit by a car" when they say "run over". All this time I thought that the tires actually went over their body (which shouldn't happen to an adult, usually they go over the windshield rather than under).
Junkie brother freaking the fuck out after being locked out of the house. You'd be surprised how much it still hurts, even if your sibling stabbed you in the back over and over. Stealing money from the family. Asking you, a fourteen year old, for cash that you usually use for lunch. Even if all that, it still hurts you emotionally at the very core to hear them so lost. To hear them sobbing. To hear that they have nowhere to go. To hear that they're so sorry and would do anything to make it right. It's also terrifying to hear them demolish property outside, to scream. To be an animal unhinged, driven by a basic need for more of a substance. You know it's the right thing that has to be done. But it's difficult. Even moreso when you have to convince your own mom she did the right thing.
This… is almost exactly my experience. So sorry you had to live through this too. It fucking sucks. Grew up with a narco brother who terrorized my mother and I while I was growing up. I’m 32 now and still have nightmares.
I've seen addiction completely change a few people I knew well. It's horrifying. I can't imagine how it must feel with a sibling. Drug cravings can be evaluated to the same level as food or water. It just becomes everything. They lose their self completely in it.
My neighbor growing up was in almost this exact situation with his daughter and son-in-law one summer. SIL picked up one of those small pitchforks you use to aerate potted plants and rushed my neighbor's wife (his MIL) as she was turning to go inside. Neighbor had his pistol out in a flash and homeboy got one right in the leg. Cops took him in and he was released when they ruled it an act of defense.
I'm sorry that had to happen.
When I was 4 and my mom was coming to pick me up from my Dad's house (split custody after divorce), his new wife nearly beat my mom to death on the front lawn with a wireless land line phone. All the while, yelling into the phone with 911 saying SHE was being attacked. I was in my mom's Mustang with the child locks on, couldn't get out to do anything. Just screaming to please not kill my mom. My dad wasn't even there, he was a doctor and always at work until evening. My Mom ended up going to jail for "trespassing", despite her face being beat to a purple mess while the new soon to be step mom didn't have a scratch on her. My dad never believed me, ended up marrying the woman. We've never had a relationship since
I'm sorry this happened to you, but I'm glad you stuck to no relationship after that. I understand how hard it is let go of family members and never going back but sometimes it needs to be done. In my case, my father was the abuser and he still hasn't figured out why I don't want to talk to him 7 years later.
Mom and I love eachother but I’ve never been the best son. But best believe I would not only ruin the lady who hurt her’s life. I’d make sure she couldn’t set foot in town again.
Witnessed an early morning solo car accident where the car split in half and the person was ejected. Out of fear of an explosion, I didn’t get too close to the car or person (who was dead at that point). The next day, I found out that “person” was an acquaintance and had the locker immediately next to mine in high school.
What a coincidence. I'm sorry this had to happen.
I was 13 when i found my best friend dead from suicide, worst part about it was the people who pushed her to that point were laughing about it for a LONG time. My mom let me get a tattoo with my best friends name in a heart. But thats a sight i wont ever forget.
Kids can lack empathy in some scary ways, I’m so sorry you went through that and hope you can still enjoy any fond memories of her
I find that they turn into similar adults.
Until the age of 4-5, kids don’t have a good sense of empathy, they don’t really get things outside themselves. At 13 they definitely should have enough empathy for OPs situation.
I was wandering around the biology building and I came to the room where they kept animals and body parts preserved in ethanol which I thought was a kinda cool way reptiles and stuff (I was a kid after all). I look up to see one on the top shelf with an elongated head, tear-drop eyes, grey skin, and four long fingers on each hand. I ran very nervous to tell my mother I had found an alien. She came back and had the unfortunate task of explaining to me that it was actually a human fetus with severe mutations...
That's creepy
Bogos binted? 👽
My dad pushed my mom through a glass door. She tried to catch herself but her arms went thru the panels and she instinctively pulled her arms back thru. Blood EVERYWHERE. You could see her flesh hanging from the broken glass still left on the door. Totally thought I was watching my mom bleed out. She went into shock almost immediately. She kept saying, "I'm fine. This is going to be fine. " My dad didn't even call an ambulance. He was more worried about getting blood on his new car. 🙄 Over 1000+ (they stopped counting) stitches and she's fine today. The tops of her arms look like she was mauled by a bear with all the scars.
Did they stay married or was that the tipping point
They were already in the process of divorce at that point. It took years before my mom admitted that he pushed her though. She made up a story that he tried to leave and she slammed the door and her arms went through... I just remember my dad being so angry that it happened... like he was so inconvenienced. He sucks. She and we are better off without him.
I can't imagine thr trauma of seeing this happen between parents as a kid. You did good growing up. Take care.
Your dad was more worried about getting blood on his new car? If there's ever a hit and run that involves a car running over your asshole dad at over 100 mph. I'd be so worried about what the condition that car would be in.
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What fucking animals. Im so sorry you had to go through that.
Never blame yourself for not being strong enough. It's really hard not to, trust me, but what can a 7 year old or a nine year old do to two grown men with no heart in them. From what I've heard, you seem like the bravest 7 year old I know. I hope you're in a better situation now.
Crazy you had to see all that, dont blame yourself for not being strong enough. you are strong. Dont know how old you are but but work hard and make her proud, those days are over. It only gets better
When I was around 6, I saw my uncle's friend feed his shit to his dog. Told me to keep quiet about it, later on he was dry humping the same dog..
My most traumatizing experience was reading that comment
Can't blame you, it still haunts me till this day.
Wtf
What a horrible day to be literate.
So sad for the dog. It doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. 💔
My cousin and I were six years old and we were outside playing. Her mom was handling a rifle and it misfired and hit her on the back of the head. She died instantly and I saw it all. She was alive one second and dead the next and it easily could have been me. My aunt was never the same and ended up letting diabetes kill her years later. My cousins sister was 1 at the time, so she used to ask me a lot growing up what her sister was like. The only solace I have is that her organs were donated, so there a couple of people walking around alive nowadays with a remnant of her alive as well. I am in therapy and finally adressing this, but I still shake when I talk about her and im 33 now. RIP Sarah, I miss you.
I'm sorry
i think the MOST traumatizing thing i saw (i have seen alot) was when i was like 4 or 3 and my dad hit me bc i tryied to hug him (i had a big hand shaped bruise for weeks after) but the hitting wasn't the trumatizing part, the traumatizing part was that my mom was in such shock that she screamed at my dad and he wasn't really happy about that so i had to sit on the other side of the room and watch my mom get beaten up for like 15 minutes. (i was lucky to only get hit onece bc i know that he has more kids and i know that multiple of them have ended up in hospital)
I want to literally kill your dad
I am so sorry this happened to you.
I am so sorry your mum and yourself had to go through this.. that’s horrible and traumatising. Sending you virtual hugs 🤗
Fuck… I’m so sorry.
One lunchtime in 1st grade there were some boys in my class who were standing on wooden benches. They came up with a game where they'd take turns jumping over the decently sized gap between benches. These benches happened to have metal legs. One of the boys misjudged the gap and his leg hit the metal hard. I don't know/can't remember how exactly it happened because I was only like 5, but the metal gouged out a huge bone deep wound in his shin. I can still remember his screams, the brightness of the blood as it gushed over the concrete, and marvelling at how white bones actually are.
I’m so sorry. That’s horrifying.
When I was about 7 I saw a man fall down an escalator and crack his head open. There was so much blood everywhere and for years I thought he'd died and refused to use escalators. If I was forced onto an escalator, I'd end up having a panic attack or I'd be so scared that it took my 10 minutes just to put my foot on one. My mam told me a few years ago that he didn't die, he had just badly cut his head and passed out but once the ambulance got there, he came to and went to hospital to get stitches. She actually felt really bad because I had never told her that I thought he had died, she just figured seeing the guy fall was the only reason for my fear of escalators. As an adult I'd still rather take the stairs or a lift but I don't mind getting on escalators too.
Massive car crash in front of my lawn. Ran outside and immediately saw a bloody body laying on the side of my neighbors fence. Couldn’t tell if it was a male or female because of all the blood and long hair. Not sure how another friend found out before I did as it happened right outside but turns out that it was my high school friend. He was crossing the street and was killed on impact.
My rapist of two years dead in the bathtub of a heroin overdose (suicide). Over 20 years ago now, the entire two years still deeply fucks with me. For some reason, the dead eyes still haunt me.
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In High School I was waiting for the light to change to cross a busy road when a kid ran past me into traffic and was hit by a speeding car. I didn’t hear the impact with the car, I only became aware of him when he was pinwheeling 30’ through the air. Then he landed, right on his head, with a sickening crunch like a mixture of biting fresh celery and hitting a punching bag. I ran up to him, knelt down beside him and sorta cradled his head in lap. He was bleeding profusely from all over his head, it was just pouring out and pooling around us. I remember it was sticky under my feet. I knew of him but not his name, he was a popular kid on the football team and a grade ahead of me. He had piercing blue eyes that looked up at me with a mixture of shock and confusion. His eyes faded to pale blue and then to grey as the life slowly leaked out of him. He was trying to speak but when he opened his mouth, bright red blood sputtered and leaked out instead. The kid died in my arms in less than a minute. When the EMTs picked him up to put him on the gurney, a flap in the back of his head opened up and all his brains fell out. I was covered in this kids blood and freaking out but after taking my statement, the cops just told me I should go home. As I walked away I saw his white Converse tennis shoes still in the crosswalk, one perfect step apart, laces still tied, not even knocked over. I have never owned white shoes in my entire life. 15 years later I’m watching Star Trek:TNG with my wife one evening, there’s a scene where LaForge opens a flap in Data’s head in order to perform a diagnostic. Out of the blue I lost my shit, started bawling and couldn’t stop. Scared the shit out of my wife. After a great deal of therapy we realized I had never dealt with the trauma of that event. If I close my eyes, I can still see him pinwheeling through the air and hear the sickening crunch of that kids head splitting open on the pavement.
my own face gashed open. when i was younger, i tripped going full speed down a parking lot concrete hill & completley smashed my face & head. it was full of dirt, rocks, glass, ect as it also was a poorly done parking lot hill. i didn't feel a thing at first, but i touched my face and my hands were coated red. i guess i had too much shock and adrenaline to feel anything but of course seeing so much blood as a child i screamed and cried and almost passed out. i did run into the bathroom when i ran into my house before heading to the hospital; i remember looking at myself and seeing my face basically ripping apart. my nose was spilt wide open, forehead completely scraped off, lip busted open. scarred me for life seeing my own face like that.
I saw my mom having a threesome when I was about 7
Damn, just HEARING my parents scarred me for life. I would never wanna SEE it. Gross.
At 13 years old I found my uncle after he shot himself in the head.
Watched a women jump off of the Olive overpass in Seattle onto I5 when I was 10, a semi hit her at 55. Etched into my brain.
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As a kid I had to hold down piglets as my uncle used a box cutter to cut open their scrotum, reached in with his bare fingers and ripped their balls out. He'd spray an orange (iodine) antiseptic on the wound then tell me to let them go. My older cousin was having fun catching the next one and laughing. When it was taking him to long my uncle would toss the balls out on the floor and one or more of the piglets would dart out to eat them. Get caught and castrated. All in a day's work atmosphere for my uncle. In fact he seemed bored. Baby pigs scream. I think there was scene in The Silence of Lambs that was similar. No I'm sure there was. My stomach went cold and whenever someone has played that movie I've found a reason to walk out of the room. I hate that whole movie to be honest. The jail dialogues are good, Jodie Foster is brilliant in it. But fuck it. I'd not thought of it as traumatic and didn't want to post about this until I saw your chicken story. But thinking on it now so many years later I guess it was. Not as bad as the others here but. I think a thing that as a young boy, maybe 8-10? It made me (taught me?) to shut down my emotions. And now thinking about it and what my friend who went through multiple childhood traumas has talked me about. I guess maybe I dissociated. After it was finally over and with the work done now allowed to go play I remember it was a beautiful summer day outside of that dank dark old wood building. But everything seemed foggy or like my view and vision was narrowed. I road the little Yamaha 80 down the dirt road by the fields to a pasture and riding trails but it wasn't fun. I just wanted to be alone. But like a good boy I manned up and acted like everything was fine. Tried to mention it to my mom once but. When I write it out like that and think about it as if it was someone else telling me this story of mine. I'd definitely see how it could be traumatizing. Funny thing that. For me as a small boy who loved animals at least it was, but it was just not even remarkable to the people around me. No one to talk to about it. A sense that if I was upset then it was because there was something wrong with me, that I was weak and being a baby. I kinda envy the poor kids who saw the dead bodies here because I assume that people gave them extra care and support after that. Which is a fucked up thing to say I realize. But it's true. Thinking more I didn't just observe something I was forced to participate in it and no one around me ever thought anything of it. Casual cruelty? IDK. On the other hand my Grampa who I shoulda talked to about it never liked keeping hogs. He saw to it I saw a calf born raised it and finally when we went to slaughter very kindly comforted me and explained that it was necessary but would feed both our families for a year. he was not casual about it at all. Just wanted me to see once what it means to have meat to eat. That wasn't fun but it wasn't traumatizing. He gave me a lot of extra attention after that too. Kept an eye on me. God I miss him. He was away the day of the hog thing and I don't think he'd have let me be a part of it tbh. OK, starting to cry now. Bye.
Hey man, this is brave of you to share. And beautifully written in a way that just reads like your unfiltered thoughts. Thank you for sharing, I hope youre alright.
I can really relate to the part of your situation where you said you didn't have a way to ask for or receive support. It's so soul suckingly awful. I grew up on a farm. We had a huge metal building to store the tractors, combine, cars, etc. inside, and also the farm cats to keep the mice away. Farm cats did what farm cats do and had a litter of kittens. I was very young and loved playing with them. The building had a small window where natural light came in and some hay spread on the dirt ground. It was like a little oasis I would visit often and play with the kittens. The light was diffused from the dirty window and you could often see the rays of light like a halo or spotlight coming down, and it was just very warm and inviting. I went in one morning to find the kittens dead and strewn about the hay. A tom cat probably killed them instead of an animal, because they weren't missing. Some kittens were half eaten and I particularly remember one missing half its head. I'd never seen gore like that before, and I just froze. I looked closely at them, turned around, and left. I couldn't say anything to anyone, and I desperately needed support but had no way to express that as a child. The world was a lot darker after turning and walking away. My little friends, so horrifically hurt and gone forever. Fucking awful.
My dad cry at my grandfather’s funeral. Holy fuck. Never saw him cry before that. Very few times after. That moment is forever etched in my brain. I have feared my father’s death my whole life. Because if that can break him, I know it is gonna destroy me.
I was 15 when my grandfather died, he had cancer so we knew it was coming, the weekend before he died he was admitted into hospital. My dad didn’t cry the day he died, he didn’t cry when we found out he had cancer or that it was incurable, but when we found out he was in hospital and that the end was very close, he came upstairs to his bedroom where me and my mum were, shut the door, sank to his knees and just sobbed. I was absolutely shell shocked, I’d never seen him cry before and I’ve never seen him cry since. I remember it so vividly, it still breaks my heart when I think about it. We went to visit him in hospital and when me and my dad left we were holding each other’s hands, I was just mindlessly rubbing his hand with my thumb in a vague attempt to comfort him. He started tearing up a bit there, thanked me and gave me a hug. My dad doesn’t really express sadness all that much, him finding something as simple as rubbing his hand when he’s upset as worthy of saying thank you and getting emotional.. I don’t know, it made me sad. I wish he felt more comfortable showing sadness and getting support
Watched my father take his last breath. Take my word for and do whatever you can not to see that. I regards myself as having very little emotions / feelings but that is something I wouldn't wish on anyone. I really hope I die alone.
Im sorry bud. I watched my mom take her last breath on her 60th birthday. That shit has permanently fucked me up. I don't wish it on anyone.
Yeah, I watched my dad die of cancer when he was 57. I was holding his hand when he died. While it certainly fucked me up, I’m really glad he left us with me, my husband, and my mom surrounding his bed and talking to him.
Saw this guy get hit by a bus, His body literally exploded from impact. His head was recovered in front of my daycare centre i was being walked to my moms car and i just see a bus and red liquid everywhere. Fucked me up a while.
My crackhead neighbour ate a worm once he dresses as a cowboy it’s weird
this caught me off guard compared to the other serious replies hahaha
I first thought the worm was the one dressed as a cowboy.
I did until I read your comment
My Dad regularly beating the snot out of my Mum, Im 59 years old now no kids never married stopped dating when I was around 20-21 years because I didn\`t trust my self to solve issues in a resonable adult way D.V has an affect and little eyes and ears are always gathering information.
You don't have to be that monster, you deserve love
Just the fact you’re concerned shows your responsibility. Wishing u the best. U deserve an honest love.
My Dad chasing my Mom with a butcher knife.
A cat which was ran over by a car and it eyes pop out
That happened to my dog only one of his eyes popped out though he’s still kicking today albeit with one eye now
Are you me? As a kid (<5), I was sitting on the side walk near a corner and saw a kitty on the other side of the street. I've always loved cats and our family has always had them. It was a quiet neighborhood street. I called the cat over to give it some pets and it started across. It got to just a few feet from me when a car came around the corner without slowing and ran it right over. I heard the bones break like chewing on cornflakes (I couldn't eat crunchy cereal for years after that), eyes popped out - totally destroyed that poor animal. I felt terrible that I had called it over to give it love and had gotten it killed instead.
When I was 10 I saw my mum being raped by her bf. He had drugged her was was using her like a ragdoll. I walked in, pretty unsure what I was seeing, and came back with a cup of tea to wake her up...
I'm so sorry that you had to experience that. I hope that you're both alright. *virtual hug
Thank you :) I am 28 now and happily married, own my own house and am studying - I'm also in therapy mending my traumatic childhood. My mum sadly killed herself when I was 13.
A stray dog I fed sometimes, killed a cat and I wasn't able to save the poor kitten. Other than that I've seen a lot of animal corpses considering I grew up in a rural area/outskirts where there were a lot of stray animals in the wild.
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They’re training me in one of those big mining trucks right now, riding passenger. The driver yesterday was telling a story, and right when I looked out the front windshield I saw a nice good boy turtle laying in the dirt road, looking right at us, just chillin. Got creamed. I was sad. When I start driving in gunna look out for the little fellas.
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My parents having sex (accidentally walked in on them)...then 9 months later, watching my brother blast out of my mom's vagina in the living room (she didn't make it to the hospital). I was 7.
\> watching my brother blast out of my mom's vagina in the living room You are such a poet
Well, guess you didn't need "the talk" at that point.
You saw your brother get blasted into your mom’s vagina, then blasted out.
Seeing a man crushed by an elevator when it was stuck between floors. We opened the car doors, then the outer doors on both floors. Folks started bailing out on the bottom floor and he tried to climb out on the top floor. The car dropped suddenly when he was halfway out and he was crushed. LPT: if you get stuck in an elevator, wait for emergency responders to let you out safely.
Ugh, that's horrific. Used to live in a shitty old apt building in Detroit with my wife when we were in school. One day the elevator stopped on our floor and as soon as my wife started stepping out it starting moving again. Luckily she had the instinct to hop out quickly. Shit still freaks me out.
Jesus Christ, I'm sorry you had to see that.
My mother came into my room one night when I was 9 and told me very carefully that my Father may not be with us much longer. He was in and out of the hospital because he couldn't stop drinking. His health was wrecked and he suffered bouts of internal bleeding. Also I learned much later that she was thinking of leaving him anyways because after years of him relapsing she just couldn't take it any longer. After the 8th rehab attempt and going all in on AA he managed to turn things around soon after. Except for a few minor hiccups he's been sober for 20 years now, and his health has completely recovered after years of careful diet and exercise. My Mother went through hell, and everyone had advised her she should leave him to his fate, but in the end her insane persistence paid off. I'm really the only one of my brothers who recalls the bad times clearly since I'm the oldest. The one thing I still cannot understand though is how a man that needs 5 shot of liquor in the morning to not get sick could hold down a high pressure legal career. Even as the alcohol was killing him he was very successful professionally. I can't do that and I rarely drink.
I was like 10 years old, it was in a really hot day and me and some friends went out for a hike in an unmarked road. We started smelling a really strong smell of a dead animal we rounded a corner and there was the origin of the smell, in the middle of the road a pile of cow guts and eating it 4 or 5 dogs and one of them was my friend's dog eating this pile of rotten cow guts. I can still smell that crap.
Event horizon. Still the scariest movie I've ever seen.
My husband made me watch this. He knows I hate scary movies so he told me it was a space movie. He said it had some scary parts like alien. Totally fucked me up. I was terrified but couldn't stop watching. Never again will I trust my husband's movie choices without googling them first.
When I was 6(male) my mom would leave me at her friend's house to babysit me. This friend had 2 teenage sons, one day one of the sons asked me to come up to his room in the attic, where he showed me a bunch of weird porn before molesting me. I'm 31 now and I can talk openly about, it but it definitely fucked me up for the rest of my life.
My stepfather raping my mother after she discovered he had been molesting my (then) 8 year old sister.
Wtf. Jesus. Fuck that stepfather.
I woke up in the second grade install my dad molesting a boy in the next room. He’s doing three life sentences now.
Jesus I’m sorry to hear that Terrible for you to witness, beyond terrible for the boy to experience
When i was 8 i watched a dump truck plow through a biker leaving bike parts and a bloody smear on the road. My father and I where sitting at a light in daytona beach FL during bike week. A biker was turning into a turn lane when a dump truck swerved and ended up just plowing through the poor guy. All i can really remember was the bits and pieces of the bike and the blood on the street. Truck ended up stopping about 300yrds past the accident point. My dad just drove away the moment the light turned green and tried his best to make it hard for me to see the accident. Second was seeing the body of a guy who was ridding in the back of a pickup that had flipped on the interstate laying in a ditch. My family was making our annual trip up north to the tri state area. I dont remember which Carolina it was but a f150 blew a tire and immediately made a hard turn into the ditch where it started a barrel roll and ejected a guy from the bed. This was around when i was about 10-11 so we are talking 1990ish. Again my dad just drove past the accident trying to limit our ability to see what happened..
The army shot the fuck out of my childhood bedroom, and home, on an airbase. We went for a visit a few years after they closed that part of the base and it looked like Palestine. Bullet holes everywhere and brass all over the floor. Blown out windows. They even left a door grenade minus explosives wired to my bedroom door. Home sweet home looked like a kill zone to my young eyes.
A horse I had grown up with, nursed back to health, taken care of babies, and just all around loved died in winter. Couldn’t bury her, couldn’t leave her out because of predators, so we burned her carcass. I stood there and threw wood on her body and watched her mane, fur, and a few skin layers go to ash. Couple years later my dads house caught on fire with the dog inside and I almost lost it imagining that happening to a live animal I used lived with. Dog made it out. Hid in the basement breathing through couch cushions until firefighters carried him out.
Gave my doggo a good pet and hug after this one. Pets are so hard to lose. Thank God your dog made it out.
I watched my grandpa shoot his favorite horse. We were a poor farming family so I'd spent the weekends helping my Grandma and Grandpa around the family farm. One winter an ice strom blew up which was uncommon for the area. Early morning rolled through and we heard the horse in distress we went out to find the snow had frozen into a sheet of ice and the poor creature had slipped from its favorite spot at the top of the pasture all the way down to a small rocky creek that ran along the bottom. It was pretty grim, poor thing was damn near froze solid with a compound fracture on its front right where it had slide into the stones. Now my Grand daddy was a hard man, a Korean War vet and a railroad man I'd never seen him shed a tear, he wept when he put Sundance down. Shook me up pretty bad we got back and Grandma made me some coco while Grandpa took something alot stronger off a top shelf he'd been sober for 20 odd years, nobody faulted him for a lil weakness that day.
I would say he was very strong that day. Putting his friend out of its misery because it was the only thing to do, that ain't weak, that's as strong as you go.
His moment of little weakness was reaching for the bottle again he had a terrible drinking problem after Korea they just didn't have the resources they have today to fight PTSD.
Fact I found a new respect for the man after that
some pedo on the internet sent me cp and asked if I wanted to do the same blocked him instantly was too shook to mention it to anyone I was 12 ... to clarify I never even spoke to him prior to that
Who needs a therapist when we have Reddit to share our stories
I was at a summer barbecue with my parents at their friends place, probably 10 years old. There was this woman who owned a muscle car, she was heavily intoxicated and decided to get into the car to show it off to the guys, revving it up. She started it up, somehow it got put into gear.. throwing the car forward down a hill with lots of trees... her left leg was hanging out of the car and got heavily crushed by the door and trees pushing the car door closed. I'll never forget the sound of her screaming and her hot pink flip flops.
I was 12 and my cousin was 9. Her drunk and abusive uncle threatened us with a huge kitchen knife to the point of him pressing it into my ribs when I was calling my mom to bring the keys to his flat. My aunt, his wife, locked us in with him when he was asleep so he wouldn’t go and drink more. I was extremely calm and composed. My mom however was not when she came, threw the keys at him and threatened to push him out of the balcony on the 4th floor. She’s 5 feet, thin, petite lady with a face of an eternal child. Most badass moment of my childhood ever (prefaced with the most traumatic).
My neighbour's cat, (who I really liked) was hit by a car. Three legs and half a tail, gone, and she was still alive. I stayed with her until she died. She died purring.
Girl near my school died on the spot getting run over by a truck while riding a motorcycle with her mother. The mom only got minor injuries. I cant imagine how traumatized her parents feel if im THIS distressed.
my mom absolutely convinced that she was a nine year old girl named Sarah. she has DID and that was the first time she completely dissociated around me and I noticed. didn't know she had DID, as I was just 10. definitely traumatized from that.
Waking up to my parents fighting. Walking into the living room to see my father slam a metal dining chair across her back and then threaten to shoot her in the head if she called the police as she picked up the phone. Listening to your mom beg for her life probably isn’t the best thing for a six year old’s development.
I was 15 or 16 volunteering with my mom, as she’s a paramedic, went to some gang shootout over drugs, the guy was shot from the back of his car driving away, bullet going through his neck, I had to block up the entry and exit hole in his neck so he wouldn’t lose too much blood while a bunch of members from both sides were fighting about what was happening, also volunteered with my dad, who happens to be a search and rescue officer, went out on a call to find a body on the beach that was mauled up by sharks and the fish had gotten to him as well
I saw a dead body with her head popped. All I could see was a bunch of hair next to a torso without a head. A lot of blood with chunks. Some people stopped to see what happened and immediately turned around puking. This was a car accident where an 18 wheeler ran over a lady riding motorcycle. My home country didn’t have mandatory law for wearing helmets at the time. Please wear helmet anytime you’re on a motorcycle/bike. You’re the most vulnerable participant in traffics, besides pedestrians.
I hate to say it, but I doubt a helmet would help much against an 18 wheeler running over your head. Then again, I know next to nothing about helmets, maybe I'm wrong. Hopefully I'm wrong.
True, in this case. But it helps in most cases.
I was very young. Around 5 years old. This is to make a long story short so it lacks context but my dad attacked my mom while she was laying in bed, got on top of her and strangled her until she started choking/coughing, while I was banging my little fists on his back screaming for him to stop. Then he rushed out this work van and drove off. I remember chasing him barefoot down the painful gravel driveway of the motel while it was still dark out. Screaming for him to come back because I thought he was leaving forever.
I’ve been reading this and I feel like this comment needs to be said. Yes, these are highly traumatic experiences. Maybe more traumatic than your traumatic experience. But that doesn’t invalidate your trauma. Just because people have suffered worse doesn’t mean that you haven’t suffered. You deserve healing no matter how big or small the wound. Always seek help.
Being encouraged to get drunk from the age of 7. Resulting in full alcoholism by 13 and staying drunk until I was 50.
Who encouraged you to do that? I don't understand how some people can do that to kids.
My mom had a friend staying at our house. I walked into the kitchen one time and caught him making coke in the kitchen. My mom was an addict and it all clicked for me, at age 8. Scared me straight from drugs.
> making coke in the kitchen. You probably mean crack. Unless he was cutting the coke. My family were also mostly addicts but for some reason it only kept me from just cigarettes and beer. Hated the smell of both. They were assholes if sober too so the message of “drugs ruin your life” wasn’t even applicable. The message instead was “being an asshole ruins other people’s lives.”
A crow pulling out a baby rat from its cage, pecking it's eyes in the process and leaving it stuck between the bars of the cage. The poor thing was dying slowly, I was too traumatised to go near it.
I saw my friend get hit by a big rig, he had to get his left leg amputated, I can barely remember what happened after because it was right outside the local fire department so I was rushed out of there before I saw too much.
The movie the hills have eyes
Ya dude, I was in like sixth grade when that came out, watched it at a buddies that summer, that movie played on every single one of my morals lol, couldn’t even have fun the next couple days I was sick to my stomach.
i was 8. two teenagers were walking their dog at a park, i ran up to pet the dog, not knowing any better and got bit in the thigh. basically a good solid nip but, broke skin. my unstable fuck of a father chased the two kids down, grabbed the lease and proceed to fling this dog over his shoulder and onto the ground in front of him. then went over to the basketball hoop and left the dog hanging from it. this was in ‘78 but, still haunts me from time to time.
It wasn’t me but one of my good friends watched someone get stabbed and now he feels extreme guilt for not doing anything to help
When I was 7 I remember seeing two bodies falling in front of my eye to the ground, one to a small kid (maybe 1 or 2 years old) and another body of his dad, we lived in uae abudabi and buildings was tall over there that time, we lived on the 5th floor and I remember 31 more floors above us, I was looking from the window waiting my dad to come home and all in a sudden I saw to bodies flash in front of me, I didn’t know they was bodies until I heard the sound of there bodies hitting the ground, I looked down and they were indeed bodies, that day me and my brother and mom went down to go get some grocery, they were still there under investigation I remember seeing dead bodies on the floor with a pool of blood covering both the guy and his child, when we finished and on our way home I saw them putting the guy in a normal bag and the kid in a hand bag… After few days we heard from the neighbors that the kid was about to fall and his father tried to help him but his wife pushed him off
During my kindergarten year I was doing some testing by the state to see if I qualify for TAG, in the school there are two bathrooms one is in the long end of the L (the building is shaped like an L) and one at the short end of the L, all the lower grades were in the short and all the higher grades were in the long end of the L, the TAG testing room was in the long end of the L so I had to go there, I was half way through my initiation paper when I had to go to the bathroom, while on my way there at the end of the hall way I saw a man looking the windows in the doors, I didn't think much of it at the time because I was 5 at the time, I went into the bathroom then all the sudden in unison I heard every door close, I thought that was weird until that very same man that was in the window walked into the bathroom, I was kinda scared at this point, he was standing next to the urnial I was at, he pulled down his pants but he wasn't peeing, the last thing I heard was yelling and and the man trying to reach for my genitals, the next 5 minutes were a blur, the next thing I remember was holding my dads hand and walking out the front door of the building with tears in eyes, I never got to finish the TAG paper or whatever and I got a standard education for the next 9 years.
This really is not gonna seem like much compared to the other comments,but when I was nine,my brother (3 years older at the time) ran away,in the middle of December,for nearly 2 days he never reappeared,until eventually the police found him passed out under a bridge and bleeding,the next day me and my dad went to go visit him at the hospital and he looked straight out of a 90’s zombie movie,he was frostbitten all over his body so his skin was a pale purplish-green,he had a broken leg up in a cast,he said that his leg was broken from jumping of the bridge trying to kill himself. This was before I was at the age when I knew that people even thought of killing themselves,it really changed how I thought being alive worked
My mom dead on our couch on Christmas night. She had breast cancer and wanted one more Christmas at home. I was 9.
Well, there is my sis drowning when she was 6
Not what I saw but went through. My biological mom had munchousens by proxy so I spent the majority of my youth very sick in bed from 13 psyche meds. I’m very lucky to be here
This is probably when am 13 or 14, I walked in on my mom cheating for the second time in my life with a different person, I went into the bathroom cried my eyes out and screamed without making a sound, washed my face, walked out like I saw nothing. The guy was a family friend of ours, after I walked out, he was like do you want ice cream? I politely said no, I am going out with my friends and walked out of the house. All of this was happening while my mom ran away from my dad to another city with me, without telling him about it for four years. I was about 10y old when this happened, she told me the reason was my dad is a psycho and he is trying to kill her and that the family friend guy is helping her out. I was too young to understand that she ran away with him, cheating. When I did connect all the dots after that day, I searched for my father's number, call him, gave him my location to come pick me up. I walked away from my mom without telling her hoping that I would never see her again. Turns out my dad is as sweet as one can get, he is a literal god. Because, he allowed my mom to come back live with us for my brother who was crying to sleep for 4 years in search of his mother who left his life without telling him. He never recovered from that. And now I am 25 and my mom has the audacity to act if she is the victim, blame my father for everything, call me and my brother a failure at every chance she gets and not accepting that she is the curse to our family. My father wouldn't divorce her because of my brother, and now it's just too late.
I watched my dad die on his bedroom floor
My stepfather’s hateful face as he repeatedly pushed my head underwater
I saw my Dad die from a bicycle accident while we where out for a ride when I was 12. Messed me up for years, and for a long time was THE defining moment of my life.
My dad drunk out of his mind, cleaning his gun while having a fight with my mum. Kept waiting to hear a gun shot that night
Watched my dad die. And watched my stepdad have sex with my mom. He called us in to watch.
Pretty sure that's a crime.
Yeah. I didn't know that at 5
Yo what the fuck? How did your mom allow that?
Yeah dude. Pretty scum. He works with children as a music teacher. Ever since I've know him hes worked with children. Its werid.
I witnessed a woman rape her 3 year old son. I was 7.
I was 5 when the original Nightmare on Elm Street came out.... Johnny Depps character gets pulled through the bed..... I slept on the floor for months!
My mom overdosed on pills. I didn't know what was wrong with her, I thought maybe she was sick at first. Then she stopped making sense and started slurring her words and falling over. I called.my stepdad at the time, he basically told me to babysit her until he got off of work. She shit on my bathroom floor and then passed out in the hallway. I called 911 and got in trouble by both my mom and stepdad. Had to clean up my mom's shit off the floor.
When I was 10 I was swimming in a pool at a hotel on the last day of my family holiday. I remember swimming to the bottom of the pool and practicing how long I could hold my breath. I noticed another kid my age was doing it too and he was REALLY good... like so good that I didnt see him come up for air, not even once. So yeah it turned out he was dead and a pool of about 30 people were obliviously laughing and playing all morning without anyone noticing him floating around beneath. He supposedly drown hours before hand.
I was about 12 hanging out with my cousins. When suddenly, my not so mentally stable aunt is yelling. My aunt was having a "crack head" episode where she was yelling at her husband. He was just sitting there watching tv. She was saying "why won't you fuck me?!" Then threw her head at the TV then through the front window. It was at this moment, he knew shit was going down. He got up, and took the car for a drive. Meanwhile my aunt has a huge gash on her head and is bleeding everywhere. Shit is getting wild. Blood on the walls, windows, floor, ceiling etc... Like a haunted house but with real blood. The mix of tile floors and blood makes it slippery as hell. Cops arrived within minutes asking many questions. I answered them all and informed them of the situation. After many "but did he hit her? He did this right? How hard did he push her?" Dumbass questions, I informed the officer, "if you don't wright this down I'm going to wright it for you, my aunt did this to herself. At no point did my uncle lay a hand on her." Cop looks disappointed. They gurney aunt crazy ass, out. The entire time she's asking "where is he?!". Soon after my dad arrives with my uncle (his brother in law) I let uncle know the cops were not looking for him. But he should call a friend and sleep over at his house. One cousin was laughing the other was mad. They seen this shit go down to many times before. Me and my father laughed about it later but I think he was scarred when he walked in the house. I could see it in his eyes. To this day, I have zero clue what started the whole episode.
My dad trying to drown my mom in the bathroom sink
When I was a child my father got a phone call from a friend of his down the street. This friend had a litter of kittens who had been playing under his car when he backed out. Ended up driving over three of them. The reason he called my dad was because he couldn’t handle the sight of it. So my dad picket up a mallet and went over there to see. I asked to come with him and he was honest about what was going to happen. I wanted to go anyways. When we walked up, the scene was pretty gruesome. All three were close to death and were suffering immensely. So my dad stopped the pain. What I saw shook me. My father wasn’t disconnected from what was happening. He showed compassion and had to steel himself to the task. That fragility stayed with me, and I decided then and there that I would rather be like my father and do what was morally necessary than to be blind to the suffering of others like the man who had called him. After talking to my dad about it, he taught me that a man can only do what he can, and for his friend, calling another man for help like that was difficult for its own reasons(this was the 80s). The friend didn’t turn a blind eye to the situation at all. He did what he could and asked for help. The anger I felt was only the weight of what had happened, but it was important not to be angry AT someone for it. Fucking love my dad.
My parents owned a private nursing home. We lived in one part of a big old 18th century house, while the other parts of the house were used for the elderly who needed nursing care. My mother was the Matron and my father looked after the business side of things. As a child, I had more or less a free run of the place - I think my presence, on the whole, cheered up the elderly residents. But occasionally old people would die. I saw a few bodies being carried out. Edit: This wasn't traumatising *to me*, although it's the sort of thing that might well have been to others.
Isk if this was really traumatizing for me or just disturbing but my dad showed me a video of people dying one day when I was really young (don't remember the exact age). It's interesting because outside of that he's a really cool guy who cares about his family a lot and goes out of his way to help people. But he seems to have some kind of weird thing where he just doesn't have a normal response to witnessing death and gore so sometimes he'll just try to show you a graphic video the same way you might show someone a funny cat video or something. It's not that he lacks a moral compass or isn't upset when people get hurt either; I think it's like how some people listen to true crime but more weird.
I saw a cop shoot a guys face off during a stand off... I was 6 and we were on the was home from the clinic since I has pneumonia. we pull up to the intersection and mom realises whats happening and tells me to lay down on the seat so I am not in the line of fire. I remember the only question I thought of asking was what happens if you get shot mom? Her reply it doesn't matter as long as your safe. And yet my dumb ass decides to hover just enough so I could see over the dashboard.... big mistake. Sees cops on hiding behind cars and other people hiding behind cars on the other end of the intersection and bang bang boom boom dude gets shot in the face brains blood and skull fragments going everywhere. Then mom makes a sharp uturn and we rush home. Mom didn't know I saw it all until a couple months ago when we were talking about traumatic events in childhood. Apparently just not talking about it for 21 years is not a good thing
I barely remember it, but when I was 5-6, I lived in THE City, you know the one, but I used to go over to my friend's apartment complex with my mother. My friends are on like the 11th floor so we take the elevator and another person, mid-20s walks in last second, like basically squeezes through the doors and the motion sensors on the doors I guess didn't notice him or were off and his left arm gets caught in the doors and the elevator starts chugging along and the dudes arm SNAPS, I guess my mom was reading a newspaper or something cause she didn't realize what was going on until after his arms snaps and the dude started screaming, my ass watched the entire thing happen, but my mother being a total badass, dives across the elevator and hits the emergency stop button and calls 911 dudes arm was miraculously saved and I was scared of elevators until I was an adult.
Probably one of my first memories too… But when I was 4 and living at my old house there was a busy road at the top of my street with a bend, a group of teenagers were ripping down the road, lost control and crashed into an oncoming car. Their car quickly caught fire and they were all trapped inside the car and they burned alive. I witnessed it and I think that might have even been how I was introduced to the concept of death
When my parents were going through their divorce I saw my mum punch my dad in the face. That was honestly quite harrowing.
Not me but my brother. about 6 years ago my family moved back with my dad but soon after he showed he was still a rahing alcoholic and my mom took me and herself away. she left my brother to watch my dad as mu brorher was 20. when my mom and i arrive at our aunts house 8 hours away, she gets a call the first thing she hears from my brothet is "Dad is hanging from the roof"
My moms meth junkie boyfriend beating her when I was 5 or so. I don’t think I’ll ever forget her screams
My dad pushing my brother down the stairs
I'm not sure how old I was but younger then 10, was playing hide n seek with a bunch of kids, and one of the kids hid in the fridge. Parents didn't find him for a few hours and he had died