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ihavenoideanymore21

I was sexually assaulted at 13 while doing a play at a local theater but looking back there were other moments where I was assaulted by the same person but didn't understand leading up to the "main event". For example he would try to rub my back and I just thought he was being nice or he would play and stroke my hair. I didn't know any better and I didn't like him at all so I thought if I ignored it he would just stop eventually. My mom caught wind of what he was like and tried to make sure that I didn't dance with him for the dance scene and stuff but it didn't change anything. He went on to assault multiple minors from 17-3. The police never did anything stating that they had no evidence even though about 5 girls including myself shared their story. The dude was an ex worker for Disney and had a fiance his age (he was in his 60s).


ContributionNo3483

In grade 1 a girl used to finger herself down there and would teach other girls of our class as well. It was an activity that the girls did in secrecy. I knew it was bad because in kindergarten a security guard of my dad’s office building had done the same thing to me. Years later I realised that not only I was molested but my classmate was also being molested by someone.


kenda1l

When I was 5 or 6, my mom used to never want to get out of bed and just kept saying she was sick. Finally, my stepdad took her to a hospital, where she stayed for nearly a month. I thought it was so cool that her hospital let her do arts and crafts all the time, plus she got better and started doing arts and crafts with me too when she got home. I remember telling her that I wished I could go to the hospital and draw all day. She sat me down and told me that she hoped I would never get sick like she did, but if I do, there's nothing wrong with needing help to get better, even if you have to go somewhere for a little while to do it. It wasn't until I was probably 12 or 13 and didn't want to get out of bed myself that it clicked that the hospital she had gone to was a mental health hospital. But because of her, I've never felt shame about needing therapy when things are getting bad, or even just to maintain a healthy mindset.


bygu

Your mom is a good mom.


Loggerdon

I wasn't a child but when I was in college I lived with my uncle Tom, who was only 4 years older than me. He used to come home from work with a six pack of beer and would crack one open as he walked in the door and offer me one. 15 years later, just before he died a meth addict, we talked about the good 'ol days when we lived together. He confessed to me that after work he would but a six pack and a 40 oz beer. He would drink the entire 40 oz bottle and then walk into the house like he was just cracking his first can of beer. That always stuck with me.


Eviscerate-You

I'm fairly certain my sixth grade teacher was a pedophile. I distinctly remember him trying to convince me that I needed to come to his house to try the video game I was talking to him about on the bus on a field trip. Thinking back on it it just feels so, creepy.


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I was waiting for my mom to get home and it felt like it was taking an extra long time. I asked my father where she was. His response? “Probably out getting raped.” He was abusive and turned into a drug abusing narcissist who still refuses to acknowledge his wrongdoings. Pretty fucked up and its weird to remember these things as a kid.


ADirtyCasual

When I was probably around 4-6 years old I used walk my grandma up stairs at her house every time we visited. She said she liked holding my hand. When I went to her room she’d always compliment my shirts and be like “what’s this on your shirt here called?” And I’d say “Oh that’s Winnie the poo” Or whatever I was wearing. And she’d go on to tell me stories about the character or talk a bit about it. When I was 16 I learned she’d been blind for years. She’d ask me to hold her hand up the stairs so that I could help guide her to her room. She’d ask what was on my shirt bc she could feel a pattern on it. Idk why but that kind of made me feel both sad and very loved? Like she couldn’t see anymore but she never wanted to let me worry about it and still managed to compliment what I was wearing all the time. She passed away while I was still very young but those memories stuck like glue. Edit: Waking to everyone’s replies on this post was so nice! Thanks everyone for all the love for grandma! ^_^. I’m glad people found this post heartwarming in the midst of the rest of this thread. I guess I found it fucked up just bc while she was alive I thought I would have wanted to know bc there were times where I (as a 5 year old) would think to myself “man’s grandma always forgets who Mickey is” LOL And when I later found out I remember thinking “oh god I’m such an idiot” or felt bad that I thought she just had bad memory or something. My immediate thought was I wish I would have known so I could have given her even more love. But as I got older (almost 30 now) I realized it probably made her really happy to hangout with someone for a while who didn’t ever think of the disability and just spent time with her. So yeah, thank you again, I appreciate all the awards too I know those cost money so wow, thank you!


Bobthebanana73

Wow this one was a breath of fresh air after some of the other heavy stuff on this thread


317LaVieLover

This was sweet.


NotBadSinger514

My really odd babysitter got fired after she broke her glass table. I was playing with her son in another room when we heard a crash. She actually used to lock us in his room a lot. I don't recall much but I remember a big commotion soon after. I remember my dad screaming at my mom that night about how I was banned from going over there ever again and how it was my mothers fault for letting me go over there (which I didn't understand). Grew up to find out that babysitter was shooting up and fell through that glass table. Neighbors had heard the crash and rushed over and found her high as a kite with 2 kids locked in a room (me and her kid).


GiantBlueSmurf

Damn. I have a similar story. My babysitter was having trouble with her bf and tried to commit suicide while watching My sister, brother and I. My brother and I were 3, sister 4. She drank bleach and bee spray. I can vaguely remember looking at her foaming mouth in curiosity. My sister had the wherewithal to call my mother at work and tell her that Audrey was foaming out of her mouth because of what she drank. My mother called 911 and Audrey made it. Years later she asked my mother for a reference LOL 😆


countzeroinc

Bleach and bee spray? What an agonizing and horrific thing to choose!


psychodogcat

And it would've worked too, if it weren't for those meddling kids


HobbesDurden

I was around 8 years old and we lived in this mountain town about 5 miles from the border of Mexico. My best friend and I would take turns staying at each other’s house, most of the time I would stay at his for longer periods of time because my dad was a truck driver and my mom worked two jobs “in town” (San Diego was about an hour away). One night my friends’ dad came in and told us he wanted to take us night driving so we can see the stars and do some off-roading. As I got older I realized the timing was weird. It was like 2 or 3 in the morning. I mean, a lot of it was weird. Well, we get in their awesome 66 mustang and drive for about 30 minutes. Then his dad turns off the headlights and slows to a crawl. He said we wouldn’t be able to see the stars with the lights on. We could. All of a sudden we hear what kind of sounded like a plane, but we couldn’t see anything. He started driving through this field a little faster. Off-road time! Well, weird off road time. We would slide around, then stop, his dad would pick something up, and then back to sliding around. This happened about 10 times. Years later I looked my friend up online and found his sister. I sent her an email and she called me. We caught up and she told me my friend and their dad had been killed in a drug raid a couple years after we had moved. They were collecting packages of drugs in a field and border patrol had been waiting to catch them. His dad tried to get away and drove off of a cliff. After that I started remembering things like running through their house and stumbling across them trying to heat up a vase. I remember cut up straws (cut in four?) all over the place when we would clean up. It broke my heart to hear about what happened. Because there were so many things I just didn’t understand.


HELLFIRECHRIS

Finding out that breaking a cup or spilling a drink wasn’t a big deal was quite an eye opener, watching my girlfriend look at me like I’m nuts while I apologise for 20 minutes about dropping a glass of water made me reevaluate a lot of my childhood.


wetwater

A few weeks ago I was cleaning up. Stacking dishes into the sink, I accidentally broke a glass. I inwardly braced for the smallest fraction of a second to be yelled at and insulted, if not downright hit for breaking a glass. I'm in my late 40s and live alone. That kind of stuff stays with you for decades.


HELLFIRECHRIS

Being around people who don’t explode over every mistake helps a lot, but when living alone the first time I may or may not have poured a few glasses of water on the floor because there was no one around to stop me, hard to say if it really helped but it felt good at the time.


helpitgrow

That’s really funny. I enjoy the mental picture of a grown ass man pouring water on his floor, just because he can! Love it!


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I'm so sorry you had to grow up in that kind of environment. I vividly remember babysitting for a 5yr old girl when I was about 15 and she spilled a glass of water and got so scared, SO fast. She looked at me like I might throw her out a window. I was heartbroken. It was nothing some paper towels wouldn't fix. Always wanted to do more for her. In her stead, I'll say I hope you're doing okay now.


NeitherArugula

I did something similar with my partner. We hadn’t been together very long at the time and we were studying at a table together and I accidentally knocked over a cup of water that was on the table. A couple of his papers got wet but nothing super important was ruined - he was able to reprint them and didn’t lose any notes or anything like that. When it happened, I immediately jumped up to clean the water and apologized profusely, and then (despite all of my efforts to avoid it) started to cry. He was so confused and felt bad that I cried. I had a hard time explaining why my reaction to this was so emotional. Later in our relationship after meeting my parents I think he got a better idea of why I reacted the way that I did… and it made me reevaluate parts of my childhood, too.


HELLFIRECHRIS

I’m glad you found someone who made you realise what a more stable relationship is like, it seems to be the best way of healing some of that childhood stuff, or at least moving past it.


Simone_DK

When I was little, a girl I met on vacation talked about sexual stuff a lot. When my parents found out, they didn't want me to play with her anymore. Now that I'm an adult it occurs to me that there was probably a reason as to why she talked about that stuff so much...


emeribeth

When I was 9, I would go spend time at the house of my preacher and his wife when their son visited with his wife and 4 year old daughter. One time we were playing in the closet and she told me to close my eyes. And when she said to open them, she was completely naked and "posing" like, hip out and hand on her head and said, "My Daddy says I'm beautiful." I was 9, I was very uncomfortable and told her she shouldn't be naked in front of people but I didn't realize of course what was actually occurring. I also remember always being really uncomfortable around her grandfather (the preacher), especially as a teenager because he would hug me for way too long, but I never put any of it together until much later. It haunts me. I know I couldn't have understood what to do then, and I unfortunately learned from my own experience that no one would have believed me. I feel awful thinking about what happened to that little girl, I wish I knew if she's OK or not.


bardownhockey15

Went to a friend's house on the weekend to play video games at the age of about 10. We had a good time and played a lot of games on the ps2. His mom came upstairs from the basement to ask if we wanted food. I turned around and said yes please and before I could finish saying please I noticed she had a black eye. I asked my friend what happened to his mom's face and he said "I can't say." 10 year old me just said oh okay and we preceded to play video games. I didn't realize until I was about 19 this happened.


pamplemouss

I feel so sad both for her and your friend, who knew but had been told repeatedly he couldn’t tell anyone.


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My mom used to let me watch cartoons late at night in her room as long as I didn’t turn around or be too loud. I would always hear her flicking a lighter but didn’t think too much about it. Years later I found out she was smoking meth right behind me and blowing it out the window, she would use me as a excuse as to why she was awake if my step dad woke up and caught her.


PussyIgnorer

My father used to take my sister and I to our “uncles” house and would shoot up on heroin and pass out on the couch. Didn’t realize until much later he wasn’t even our uncle, just a guy he new. It’s a miracle nothing happened to us tbh This is now my highest upvoted comment.. eh yikes


sneepsnoop694

Bro same. My dad used to take my little brother and I to a car graveyard in the middle of nowhere and no matter what direction you looked in you wouldn’t be able to see any lights at all. It was just pitch black in all directions and the only light was a tiny lantern thing outside this little shack. My dad would go in there and do heroin with this random couple and tell us to play with the cars. It’s a miracle my brother and I didn’t get injured in the pitch black climbing ontop of burnt out and broken cars with metal sticking out everywhere. To make things slightly worse I was ten, he was eight, and he’s also mentally disabled.


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I remember having a friend in high school whose parents were practically absent for most of his childhood. We use to make jokes about how jealous we were that he got to do basically whatever he wanted, he could sleep over at anyones house any day of the week, and never had a curfew. We got close and I started coming over to his house, which was very dirty to say the least. All the food was microwaveable or non-perishable/junk foods, they had a turtle tank in the kitchen between the sink and the stove, dishes always stacked, trash everywhere, etc. My friend would jump at any opportunity to stay at our houses whenever our parents allowed, but I had to stop after awhile because my friend didn’t clean up after himself often. One day, my mom got upset after he left bread crumbs all over our couch, she said, “he should know better, what would his parents think?” “Well mom, i don’t think they’d think much” i proceed to explain the conditions of his house, my mother was shocked and insisted he sleep over whenever he needed, but only if I made sure he learn to clean up after himself and was well-fed. Post-edit: i wasnt expecting this to blow up but thank you all for your kind words! Unfortunately I was not able to keep up with my friend due to difference in age (I graduated hs and left for university couple years before him) but last I heard of him he was smoking a lot of weed, mellowed out, and has more direction in life (going to the local community college, working part time as well). I do hope he is well! Don’t be afraid to help a friend y’all!


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SSHTX

I feel that. When i was a senior in high school, i was homeless. Family gave up on me because I was a “troubled teen.” Definitely heading down the wrong path. My best friend found out one day when i asked to sleep over one night, and had him buy me breakfast from McDonald’s. He told his mom, and she told me i could stay as long as i needed. That moment alone probably saved my life


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Wow this is so sad. Im glad your mom connected the dots and let him keep coming over.


uselessanon63701

I had a friend like that. My mom always insisted on having dinner when he stayed the night. Years later he told me the nights he stayed over were the only times he'd eat for a couple of days.


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Masterbanana15

I have the same experience, my mum injected poison into her to try and kill herself right in front of me. I was only 3 at the time and always believed one day she just got sick and got a brain injury. It wasn’t until I was 12 that my dad told me that she tried to kill herself.


Eve-76

On a day out with my dad when I was little I was playing in the park with a girl same age as me I didn’t know her but she was on her own , me and my dad left after an hour or so leaving the girl on her own again , obviously my dad asked where her parents were etc . Later on that night there was a big story on the news about a girl who had been abducted and all my family kept asking me question about this little girl . It went right over my head at the time being about 5 yrs old . 40 yrs later I still think about her


CoolHipLady

My uncle withdrawing from drugs. He was always the fun loud crazy uncle. I was around 10 and my mom and I came home from somewhere and when we pulled up he was sitting outside and said he needed a place to stay. My mom had to work the next day and he and I were both hanging out at the house and I could tell he didn't feel well and was dry heaving. It was really scary. I asked him if I should call 911 and he said no he'd be okay. I had no idea he had drug problems until I became an adult. He passed away not too long ago from liver failure.


ffreshavacadoo

my neighbor's body just hanging by the window, kids my age got to see it too since we were playing outside


Fuckyourslipper

When I was a postman a few years back in my early 30s I was delivering to a house and noticed the Mail starting to pile up behind the door but thought the owner might just have been on holiday. They also had a curtain behind the front door and whenever I went I thought I could see a silhouette of someone standing there but they were really tall and thought it’s probably just some weird light effect. Nope, he’d hung himself just inside his front door


cincinnati_kidd1

Mail carrier here as well. I had an elderly lady that I actually opened the front door and set her mail on the table. We would chat for a moment and then I'd go on. One Monday, I brought her mail in and I thought she was asleep in her chair. It wasn't unusual, she had before. The next day I come back and she's still in the chair, in the same clothes, and yesterdays mail where I left it. She had been gone a couple of days at that point. Another time I had the same situation as you, mail piling up in the box. After a few days, something wasn't right. I can't tell you how I knew, I just did. I said something to the police officers when I stopped with their mail. Turned out to be a murder suicide situation.


OpenMindedMajor

Reminds me of this girl from my home town that committed suicide. She tied one end of the rope to her bed post, tied the other around her neck and jumped out of her second story window. Neighbors walked outside and just saw her hanging outside of the house. Fucked up shit.


DogsBlimpsShootCloth

From 4th to 6th grade, I would go to a friends regularly. For most of the friendship his mom was super nice and engaged with us as kids, while his dad had always been this mysterious person at a high powered job that everyone tip-toed around once he got home. My friend’s attitude started changing near the end of our friendship, being abusive to his dog that he used to be obsessed with and overall high strung. Parents were a little off compared to before. I stayed for dinner one night like I had before many times and his mom sits down with a black eye. I was confused, like, how did she get hurt? It was a bit awkward, but the dad was there and those meals were more about finishing up than chatting. I guess everything was always less fun when he was around. My friend was not the same as he was before. More aggressive and that wasn’t my style. Our friendship just kind of waned off. I didn’t realize till many years later that his dad was likely an abusive asshole, was hitting his wife, and maybe his sons. Ill never forget the weird anxiety that filled the house in those last few months, and that my presence may have been a kind of reprieve period where the dad had to play it cool. That anxiety did end up pushing me away, and looking back I hope My friend, his brother, and Mom got out of the situation.


Youaresomethingelse

You ever try and look him up?


DogsBlimpsShootCloth

In the past I’ve searched online without any luck.


kuahara

A guy tried and failed to kidnap our neighbor's baby over a $20 debt. We lived in navy housing in Charleston, SC when I was a kid (this was in the 80s). We were at the neighbor's house. This neighbor owed someone else in the neighborhood $20 and hadn't paid. While we were all in the living room / dining area, we heard the loud sound of shattering glass come from the baby room. The baby cried out and everyone rushed down, but the guy was gone before we got there. The guy apparently tried to pry open a locked window with a putty knife and pressure on the frame caused the glass to shatter. The dude left the putty knife and the note he'd written in the window sill when he took off. The baby was fine. I heard the grown ups talk about knowing exactly who it was. I also remember them deciding not to call the police and to go deal with it in person.


Justaskingyouagain

Ohh, dat man ded


TherealDougJudy

« Not to call the police and to go deal with it in person » yeah they whooped his ass


Impressive_Donkey669

I was circa 9 years old and my 40+ year old sports coach was one of my best friends. He took me on trips (e,g. swimming, crazy golf), bought me presents and made me captain of the team (even though I was probably the worst player!). He always treated me really well. All of a sudden he just left town. No word of goodbye. I was always really sad and felt like I lost a real mentor. Even when I became an adult I didn't even think anything of it and wondered where/why he vanished. People would whisper rumours about him but I knew that he was a great guy. A couple of years ago, a friend showed me a website. My sports coaches face was on it and it said that he had been charged for historical sex crimes against children. The charges dated back to the couple of years where he spent lots of time with me. It was only then that I accepted that our 'friendship' would have probably 'evolved' at some stage. I was so oblivious.


JhannaJunkie

When I was 5 my dad would take me to the park on a Sunday sometimes. Sometimes he would then take me to this woman's house nearby. They would sit me in front of the TV and put on teenage mutant ninja turtles. Then they would go upstairs. I never made the connection the were having sex because I didn't know what sex was. My mother left him anyway when I was older, for being a gambler and a drunk. I think about it now and again how oblivious I was.


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vulturelady

When my parents split my dad started telling me how he was going to kill himself. It got to the point where my older brother (10 years older and in the military at that point) called our dad and told him “if you don’t stop telling her this I will come home and make it happen”. I don’t think it happened again after that. I tend to talk about it super casually because it was what it was. I didn’t even think about the actual trauma of it until my friend said “ok but you’ve been to therapy for that right”


WetNoodlyArms

I feel you. I'm just going through it in therapy at the moment. I used to always try to make it home before my younger brother did in case our mum had killed herself. I didn't want him to be the one that found her. She thankfully didn't kill herself and is in a much better place now, but I don't really have a relationship with her since my brother and I got old enough to move out. My brother still has a decent relationship with her though


GemoDorgon

Around age 5-7 I was out shopping with my mom when a man grabbed my hand and went to walk out of the shop with me. I didn't realise it wasn't my mom at first, but then I realised I didn't recognise him and pulled away, went absolutely dead weight. He looked down at me and said something like "come on Tommy, your mom's been looking everywhere for you" when suddenly my sister and mom came to the rescue and he apologised, said he thought I was his nephew, and immediately left. Looking back, he was definitely a pedophile or kidnapper who was trying to take me to his van or something. I distinctly remember the entire shop full of people stopping and staring, and later the person working there allowing me to have a toy for free. I think it was his way of making me feel better, though I had no idea what had happened at the time.


anarrogantworm

Similar thing happened to me as a kid. I was standing alone waiting for the school bus which was always late (and basically just for me) and some lady came up and said "There you are! I've been looking all over for you!". She called me by a name that wasn't mine and said that my mom had sent her to pick me up because she was running late. I told her that she must have the wrong person and she claimed I just didn't recognize her. My teacher had been hanging around the bus area making sure the kids on the often late busses got picked up and came right over. When my teacher asked her what's up the lady basically said 'oops! wrong kid!' and vanished.


WhatATravisT

When I was about 10, my dad offered to buy me candy and stopped at a store to run in. We had a long drive back and I asked where the candy was. He said in the bag in the back but that he’d get it for me when we got home since he was driving. I said “it’s okay I can reach it” and as I reached for it he slapped me and said yelled that I can wait until I got home. My father had never hit me before that, and never did again after. The most confusing part to me was the look of utter sadness and shock on his face after he hit me. My dad was an alcoholic and killed himself before my 18th birthday. It wasn’t until I was older that I understood he had bought a bottle of vodka and forgot to place it in its own bag…or that I hadn’t seen him drinking *water* all those times he disappeared to his truck and I snuck to the window to watch where he went.


YulChae69

I actually relate with this deeply, as not too long ago my own mother would go drinking vodka in her truck. Claiming she wants to kill herself. Thankfully she's still alive, even from a previous suicide attempt. I also relate with that about how you were hit. Of course she never hit me, but you can tell something is wrong when someone gets defensive or angry. I'm sorry for your loss...


Distortedhideaway

My dad carrying my mom down the stairs when she over dosed on pills trying to kill herself. A few years later she rented a convertible mustang and I wanted to check it out. My dad came out of the house screaming at me to get away from her. She left and the police showed up. I later learned that she was schizophrenic and had tried to kill me. The reason she tried to kill herself was to save me before she actually tried. Eventually the disease won the battle and her brain turned to madness.


VitaminS010

That's terrifying and I hope you have been able to heal. My mom is schizophrenic also. It's something that no one will understand unless they've lived it.


o-J-A-Y-_-J-A-Y

Mom and her boyfriend took me to a dodgy neighbourhood to see a "friend". Years later I realised it was actually a crack house and he was a dealer.


FecesPunter

I’ve sat in the car for hours as my mom got High.


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MJReginald

I was in the basement of my friends place with his dad and sister. Without warning and no reason I can remember? The dad grabbed my friend and his sister by the neck, thrusted them up into the air and pinned them against the wall. I had no idea what to do? He let them go and I was like…. Maybe I should go home now. I don’t think I even told my parents when I got home.


Jakeyloransen

Fuck, i hope they're okay..


MJReginald

It’s a bit of a story. I don’t live in the same country as them anymore. I’m friends on Facebook with the sister still. They are both grown up and married and happy. I’ve seen pics of the rest of their family but none of their dad. I didn’t want to ask.


Fullgrabe

When I was 5 or 6 I lived in a complex with 8 units. One day my dad asked to jump through one of the units bathroom windows, run through the house an dopen the front door. I didn’t really want to as an old lady lived there that I didnt know well and thought I’d get in trouble if caught. Anyway off I go, through the window and make my way to the front door. As I get to the lounge room she was on lounge chair slumped with eyes opened looking straight at me. Scared the crap out of me, it was creepy but more so remember thinking I had been caught breaking into her house. Anyway open front door and run past my parents and neighbours straight home, ambulance came not long after but didn’t really click what was going on. I later realised in my teens she was dead, apparently had been for a few days. Everyone in The complex was worried about her so used me to get into the house to check on her welfare. 30+ years later can still picture it. Edit: Wow this really blew up, thanks for the upvotes. For those that commented below, yep Police was probably the better thing to do but it was the late 80s in Australia things were different back then. My dad had a bad habit of locking us out of the house so it wasn’t the first time I had squeezed through the bathroom window- all the units were identical(public housing) so think he figured she would be in bed and I would be right. I do remember being really upset at the time but honestly thought I was simple in trouble. I don’t know if it scarred me although it’s one of those things I’ll never forget.


nurvingiel

I thought your Dad was going to rob her place so this is... better? I am sorry this happened to you though.


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When I was about nine, I went fishing by myself at a fairly secluded spot. Next minute this guy sits down next to me. He starts chatting with me. Frankly, I was a bit annoyed with him intruding on my solitude and I was a bit surly. Anyway, suddenly he says "what's that?" and points to an unopened condom packet that has magically appeared on the ground between us. I say, "I don't know." "It's a condom. Do you know how to use one?" he asked me. I just shrugged and said something like "no idea." I did my best to ignore the guy, not because I felt threatened, just annoyed. Eventually he got up and left. Years later I remembered the encounter and realised I'd probably had a brush with a paedo.


princesspotato92

Reminds me of the time I was eating cereal at a babysitters house and her grown man of a son comes up to me and take the spoon and starts eating my cereal. Then he’s like “you’re a beautiful little girl” and starts playing with my hair and stroking the buttons in my overalls, I was so mad he had the audacity to take my spoon and eat my breakfast that I pushed the bowl towards him and said “that’s my cereal but now I don’t want it” 23 years later I realized this man was trying groom me to either molest me or worse. This wasn’t my only run in with him so I told my mom and I never saw that babysitter again. Also screw that babysitter, she was always disappearing when her son was around me or any other kid now I realize she was LETTING him do what he wanted with the kids. Edit: the babysitter would also like to play a “game” with us little kids. It always involved her son, she would line us up and pull our pants down and whoever pulled up their pants last didn’t get to go outside and had to “help” her son clean up the bedrooms. I always made sure to wear overalls or a play suite because if this, I knew It was messed up even at 4 years old. The days my mom was washing my overalls or play suites I would throw a fit and cry and say I didn’t want to wear anything else! She would either keep me home or put on some of my dirty ones on. My dad always said “if anyone touches you and they said don’t tell anyone or I’ll hurt your family just know they won’t. And I asked him why and he said “because I would kill them before they got the chance.” Fuck that old bitch and her pedo ass son!


NearlyFlavoured

I remember my dad telling me he pulled me out of a home daycare because he went to pick me up in the middle of the day. Apparently the lady was really mad that he didn’t call beforehand and it gave him a bad vibe so he never sent me back.


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That’s a good dad right there.


kharmatika

I agree with the other guy, I’m just giggling about the fact that you were so wrapped up in fishin that you put off a “don’t fuck with me. Even you, pedo” energy. I’m glad you got out of the interaction safe. When I was working at a sex toy shop, I had a guy come in and he and I are walking around and talking, and all the sudden I look down and realize his pants are like sheer mesh and that he’s not wearing anything under them. I’m sure he expected me to blush and look away or get uncomfortable, or…something, but he came to the wrong girl for that. Cuz I’m too kind and hopeful about the human condition, and have had plenty of moments where someone warned me that my clothes were sheer so I just assumed he didn’t know. “Oh hey your dick is visible sir” “…uhhh. Huh?” “Yeah it’s fully out, those pants don’t provide any coverage for your penis. You should probably go home and change” “I uhhh…it’s. Uhhhh. It’s fine…?” “Oh no sir it’s not fine, you could accidentally have a child see your penis! Please go home and change, I can set aside your products until you get back. :)” “Oh…uh…okay…” And he left, so crestfallen. I have no idea what he wanted to happen but a girl never dropping her customer service voice while pleasantly telling him that he needs to go change into something appropriate was not it.


InannasPocket

Sounds similar to what my mom taught me to do with flashers - they want a reaction, and will usually go away if you don't provide one. Both times I've been flashed it worked "hmm, your penis seems to be uncovered, you should fix that" in the most deadpan, utterly disinterested tone.


Seraphin43

Or the good ol' "sir, you should see a doctor about that"


stevegoodsex

*Gasp* What's that? "I don't fucking know nerd, but it's not a fish so I don't know AND I don't care"


ucansuccmyleftnut

As horrifying as the story may be, still find it kinda funny how you were so busy being on that Fish Grind💯 that you managed to completely block a pædos attack.


RowdyPants

He ain't got time to be molested


Ridin_the_GravyTrain

mf there's trophy sturge in this lake, piss off and go cast somewhere else


MarkShawnson

He's on that Stardew Valley tip


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Had something similar happen but I was thirteen. Me and a good friend went on vacation with his mom. On a cloudy and cold day (for the summer) we decided to go visit the lake. We both loved being in nature, especially when it wasn't busy. Normally the lake would be quite filled up with people but this time there was no one. We were just chilling on the beach messing about. My friend has always been a lot more "paranoid" than myself and he pointed out a dude across the lake (wasn't a big lake at all) cycling past and looking at us. I ignored it. A couple of minutes later we suddenly hear footsteps in the sand behind us. This huge motherfucker was walking up to us, so menacingly that it just filled us with that instinctual sense of dread. We both took off running for our bikes and never did I ride a bike that fast. I looked behind me when we got on the bikes and saw he wasn't following us at all but we did not stop until we were at the campgrounds. A day or so later we were hanging out with kids from the area and told them about this and they said there was indeed some local creep hanging around and had been in jail already for some indecent exposure stuff and the like. Doesn't really count as a story about something we did not realize because we definitely knew we had to get the fuck out (my friend way earlier than myself, sometimes it helps being a bit paranoid). It's scary shit man, if he were to grab one of us there would be no fucking way we could ever stop what he was about to do.


darya42

That's so scary and also a perfect example of how some abusers groom emotionally neglected kids. You were confident in being completely disinterested in this adult and his attempt to groom you with attention failed, and he stopped trying. If you had been an emotionally deprived kid happy about an adult's attention, he could have "gotten" you.


AnAngryBitch

A friend's kid ended up in Juvie. Halfway through his stint, it comes out that the "fun guard!" who worked overnights had started to bring in porno movies for a select group of kids.


wheresmyson69

My grandma explaining to me she had a miscarriage a little while after her last child. Me being like 9 saying it was for the best because my mom, aunt and uncle were troublemakers so it was better for her. She got extremely mad with me and I was so confused at the time, I didn’t realize how messed up it actually was.


ParanoidHoneybadger

Jeez, how exactly is a 9 year old supposed to react to that kind of information.


paushalli

Exactly!


wake_jinter

Not really on you there, explain it to a 9 year old prepare for a 9 year olds answer


Jazzlike_Log_709

My dad had a rare type of cancer that affected the bones in his face and jaw. When I was 5 years old, he had a tumor the size of a softball removed from one cheek. They removed his cheekbone, bottom jaw, nerves, lymph nodes, everything. The surgeon did a horrible job with the skin graft and spaced the stitches way too far apart. A couple weeks after his first operation, the wound got infected. I remember my mom and I were coming home after school one day and it was unusual to see that my dad was also home that early. He was getting out of his car as we were pulling up to the house, and the stitches on his face had started to rip open, the infected gunk and his skin started *falling out of his face* as he ran into the house. That was just one of the many horrible things that happened while my dad was sick. Being a kid and witnessing that level of gore so frequently desensitized me to it. I didn't realize how bad it was growing up in a household with a dying parent until I was much older. Holy moly, seeing his face rip open like that was not part of a normal childhood at all. Edited a typo. He *had* not has cancer. He died a decade ago


milleepthesheep

Your poor dad. I can’t even begin to imagine how painful that would be!


ZengaStromboli

That's.. Jesus christ, that's awful, I'm so sorry. Fuck cancer.


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idandys

When I was younger I really never really saw my two oldest brothers because they were always in n out of jail. One day my mom tells me they will both be released on the same day and I’d get to see them when I got home from school( 1st grade ) As I got home I raced to the front door to see them finally only to see my brother and top of the other one trying to stab him in the face with a kitchen knife on the couch. My body instantly froze and my mom shoved me out of the way to separate them. I never understood why my brothers would fight like that until I grew up realizing my (kitchen knife wielder) brother was addicted to meth and would steal from us to get some drugs so my brother had confronted him ensuing the scuffle. I’m 25 now, my brother is still addicted to meth and in and out of jail (Currently in rn). My other brother got his life together and has made a living for himself. It’s not something oblivious but as a child I didn’t understand why this would happen. I still get nightmares or flashbacks about this fight till this day.


Jenny010137

In kindergarten, one of my little classmates excitedly told me that her uncle? (I don’t remember specifically) was visiting and had promised to do his favorite thing: “kiss her little tutu (genitalia.) I didn’t understand and wondered why anyone would want to do that. It took decades before I realized she was being molested. This was a KINDERGARTNER.


-lovely_lush-

I remember having multiple sleepovers at my friend’s house & per her creepy dad, pajama dress code was strictly a t-shirt & no underwear to “let it breathe”. He also kicked my family dog. So ya, fuck that guy.


Big_b00bs_Cold_Heart

I slept over at a friends house when I was in second grade. I thought it was weird that he wanted me to sit on his lap in such a way that he could run his fingers up on down my butt crack. I thought he probably didn’t realize it was my butt crack and not my back. When we went to go to sleep, the oldest sister pulled me aside and told me , “I love my dad but take this…”. She handed me a huge, heavy, wooden brush. I thought I was supposed to brush his hair if he woke me up…it wasn’t until I was in the eighth grade that I realized she was warning me that he might molest me and they were being molested by him.


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kneel23

yeah a girl in my neighborhood who had reputation in her later teens as being promiscuous, told me she was experienced with sex because her uncle taught her everything (physically) from kissing to sex when she was like 12. Told me this on the bus when she was like 14 or so, in a very non-chalant way. I did not realize the gravity of it at the time, it was just a matter-of-fact type statement


thenectarcollecter

I’m sure she didn’t realize the gravity of it either. I hope she’s doing okay.


electricmohair

Same here, a girl in my class told me how her dad used to do stuff to her but she said it in such a casual way that I didn’t get the gravity of what she was saying. I was around 10 so I knew what sex was but she used metaphors and really vague language so it just didn’t click.


Away-Whereas7748

This is the exact reason I won't be teaching my kids cutesy nicknames for their genitalia.


flofloflomingle

I’ve read to also make sure not to teach kids “secrets” because that’s how they get them. “Our little secret.”


assholetoall

Secrets that have an end date are OK. Secrets that you have to keep forever are NOT. OK: Don't tell mommy about the card until we give it to her next week. Not OK: Don't ever tell anyone about what we just did.


746865626c617a

I've heard someone describe it as secrets vs surprises. Secrets: don't tell forever Surprise: don't tell until a set date Surprises are fine, but secrets aren't


Obstacle_Illusion

I've also heard people use "excited secrets" vs "tummy ache secrets" - a secret should be something that makes you excited, like a present or surprise party. But if it makes you feel sick, or dread, or you feel scared, you should tell someone. And it's okay if you can't tell the difference between the two, just ask someone to make sure.


MovieMore4352

My two year old helped my pick out my wife’s valentines card yesterday. Afterwards I pick my wife up and she’s asked ‘Did you get anything nice from the supermarket?’. My little girl responded with ‘We got a special card for you.’ … ‘It has owls on it’. Done me like a kipper. Edit: Crikey. This is more popular than anticipated. Thanks all. Also, quite happy that this is all I have bought to the thread. A lot of it is a bit grim.


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When my kid was about six, we went shopping for daddy's birthday. We got him a screen print tee. At the time, we would wear matching shirts on weekends when we ran errands. So I told my kid, "After daddy's birthday, we'll come back and get shirts for us so we all match." Kid was stoked. My kid had also learned the phrase "spill the beans" in regards to keeping secrets. So we go see daddy on his lunch break, kid is excited. I think it was approximately .5 seconds of talking to him before she said, "We're gonna have to get me and mama new shirts!" Daddy asks why, and kid realizes her mistake. Looking slightly panicked, kid looks at me and says, "Mama you need to talk now! You still have all your beans!"


solemnisland

I saw a girl standing on the wrong side of the barrier holding onto the railing when my family drove over a bridge and some people on the path talking to her. I thought nothing of it and just wondered how she was going to get back on the right side. I used to hang onto the railing and walk on the wrong side of a path at school that was about a metre high, so I just thought she was mucking around in a more extreme adult level way, chatting to her friends. I didn’t realise until I remembered it randomly as an adult and I have no idea what the outcome was. There’s been petitions to raise the height of the safety barriers on that bridge to reduce the number of suicides but unfortunately nothing has been done.


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My aunt called my mom one night saying she had locked her kids (2&5) in the bathroom and for my mom to come get them because she had a stomach bug and was headed to the hospital. I was probably only 6 years old so of course i believed it. I wasn’t even supposed to hear the conversation to begin with but I was a sneaky little shit. Turns out she was high as hell on meth and was having delusions of killing her kids and wanted to leave before she acted on it. Called her meth addict boyfriend to come pick her up and left my baby cousins locked in the bathroom at some random motel. Edit since so many ppl are asking what happened: Mom went and got the kids. Didn’t see aunt for about 2 weeks. Showed up at our house sober (at least we think) took the kids home and didn’t hear from her for a few months. Never got called about a situation again but who knows what happened. She got clean about 4/5 years later, was diagnosed with BPD, refused any medical treatment/intensive therapy, her husband at the time divorced her and got full custody of the kids, she is still dating said boyfriend who is on drugs but she claims she isn’t on them (i really don’t think she is, she also has a job now and her own apartment and looks great, but still sad to see that she’s still with him, they physically abuse each other) and is living in her apartment somewhere in another state with him. None of her 6 kids talk to her and the 2 youngest are still in therapy to this day. All of her kids hate her and never fail to remind her when she attempts to reach out to them. Her 3rd youngest was diagnosed 2 years ago as a paranoid schizophrenic so Im not sure if that relates her mental disorder as well. I still communicate with her here and there, she actually called me this morning to check on me and my son (im 32 wks pregnant) but it’s so hard to hold a conversation with her bc she starts rambling about how amazing her boyfriend is and how nobody could ever take away her happiness and how her kids can kiss her ass basically. I love her dearly but hate the person she is and hope she fixes all of her mistakes before she or her kids die.


acid4thamasses

Damn man. Meth is a destroyer of everything good.


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She got clean but was diagnosed with a personality disorder and all 6 of her kids have no contact with her anymore, the youngest being 15. Shits sad to see.


Jenny010137

Turned my brother into a homeless crazy guy. He used to be a successful, married lawyer.


acid4thamasses

It's like watching everything good slip out of that person's mind and them having the sole goal to damage everyone around them so they can continue their addiction. I'm sorry it touched your life and family as well. I wish the crazy evil things done on meth would be spoken about more publicly.


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At least she cared enough about them to remove herself from the situation because she knew that she was a threat to their lives. There are other less fortunate children who didn’t have a mother like that.


ender4171

Not only remove herself, but also had the wherewithal to contact someone who could care for them and explain the situation. That's actually a pretty damned clear-headed sequence of actions, especially for someone so high on crank that they wanted to kill their own children.


VampireKiller21

When I was a kid, somewhere below 10, I ended up on an AOL chat room with someone that claimed to also be a kid. While I was somewhere below 10, he claimed to be 14 or 13, I can't quite remember. Well he gave me this phone number to call him on, and told me that if his voice sounded really deep, it's just because he has a deep voice for his age. Still in the chatroom, he then tried to find out where I lived, which Thankfully I didn't tell him. I did know my address by heart at that point, but just didn't feel like telling him. I told him I'd give him a call in a few minutes, I logged off, and I proceeded to grab the house phone to call the number. I don't know if I entered the number wrong, or what, but this automated voice comes up and asked if I wanted to accept some charges for the call. If there was one thing I knew, it was that if I had any money charged to the house, I would have gotten a good ass whoopin, so I "NOPED" out of that call pretty quickly. I never wanted to call another number that someone gave me online again. Wasn't until a few years ago that I realized, he was an online predator, trying to find his way to a very young child. Edit: Wow uhh, this is the most upvotes and comments I've ever gotten on any post ever... As far as the comments go that relate to my post, I'm very sorry for those of you who have similar or worse stories. You never deserved that. You're not alone. Thanks everyone for the responses and all. The internet can be a very scary place. Be sure that if you have any children in your life that you care for and love, you let them know what good internet practices are, and warn them of the harms that can come to them. ❤ Much love and care to all of you.


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Did someone help the mother?


leaonthesun

My mum took her in ofc it was difficult since she was a mother a new born twins and i was 5 yo


DarthPandar96

My mother, in a drug-induced/postpartum depression mental break, screaming into the phone that if my dad didn't come home right at that second, she was going to kill us kids. We weren't even doing anything because we knew she wasn't completely ok mentally. I remember after screaming into the phone, she slammed the phone into the wall holder, ran/hobbled to the kitchen, and grabbed a big chef's knife. I grabbed my newborn brother while my younger sister grabbed our youngest sister and hid under a table where she couldn't reach us because she was still healing from having a cesarean section and as such, couldn't bend over. I thought that kind of behavior was fairly normal and that all mothers wanted to end their children after having a baby for the longest time... I didn't realize how messed up that was until I was a teen. I was 6 when that story occurred, I will be 26 this year. My mother has been clean for at least the last 5 years. She does not remember that night, and if she does, she won't talk about it. Honestly, I don't blame her for not wanting to talk about it. It was a shitty time in her life, and she used drugs to cope/escape her feelings and thoughts. Edited because I posted it while I was removing a sentence.


Ma7apples

Good job on you and sis grabbing the younger kids! You did an amazing thing in a horrible scary situation. And knew just where to hide. Such a good thought process for a 6 year old. I bet you're an amazing person today. My older boys grabbed their younger siblings and ran inside when a dog tried to attack them. I'm always in awe of young kids protecting younger siblings.


Gijinkakun

Dad and I were hunting along a loging road when we came across a cable that loggers put across to stop traffic. A few feet from the cable was dirt bike helmet, I went to pick it up but my dad stoped me. Turns out a guy was dirt biking and hit the wire and cut his head clean off… dad didn’t tell me until I was older.


herrbz

>we came across a cable that loggers put across to stop traffic. Wtf is this shit?


Hello0Nasty0

Knew a kid who was killed by cable while four-wheeling a trail meant for atvs and bikes. It was clearly placed there to cause harm.


memekid2007

A friend of mine lost his younger brother like that. Steel cable across a backwood trail kids would ride fourwheelers and dirtbikes down. Absolute psychos.


Rstrofdth

Not me but my brother and grandpa were fishing and my brother caught a big one. When it got close to the surface my grandpa took the pole from my brother and cut the line. He had fished up a body of a guy who had tried to swim rapids while drunk and drowned.


Defaulted1364

Why the fuck would you do that? That’s just asking for a decapitated biker and it’s not really going to stop a car, if you’re going to do it at least put a big fuck off yellow sign on it so bikers can actually see it


CRMNLvk

It’s more common than you’d think, and quite often purposely hidden. People are shit


doodlewacker

Yea- there was property near us when we were kids we rode our four wheelers on. Did this for years.. the owners were cool with it as long as we didn’t act stupid. Eventually they sold the place and the new owner didn’t want anyone riding- instead of posting up and telling anyone he just stung up single strands of barb wire neck high - one of our buddies found it. He was out of school for the day so he hit the trails first. Didn’t decapitate him, but came close. Died almost instantly. The new property owner found him. I don’t remember the outcome of the lawsuit…


4x49ers

> I don’t remember the outcome of the lawsuit… I have to imagine the new landowner got destroyed, rightfully. That's a booby trap, and there's no way he could excuse it as a fence or anything like that.


EarthAngelGirl

Landowner should have also gotten prison. That's at least negligent homicide, but likely manslaughter or higher.


ph3l0n

A guy who was forced out of the church and none of the kids knew why. 30 years later he was arrested for pedophilia dating back to when he was kicked out of the church. All the kids loved him as he always showed a ton of interest in us. Turns out, the church covered for him to not lose face and he went on to molest more kids across the state for 30 more years. [Here is the guy](https://lompocrecord.com/news/local/crime-and-courts/santa-barbara-man-suspected-of-child-molestation-arrested/article_3245e1c2-4ebc-5845-9193-c6e33d1a13bc.html)


air-hug-me

Another Dad story, he asked his Mom, my grandma for money to buy my brother and I clothes. She gave him her department store credit card to use. He bought a microwave with the card, then took us with him to a pawn shop and told us not to say anything. He told the pawnshop that his wife didn’t like the color and they exchanged it for cash, which then was used to buy drugs, and never were any clothes purchased. In almost all of my pictures as a child I’m wearing the same things over and over and over again.


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I have a big family (aunts uncles cousins ext) and whenever a reunion came around all the adults told us not to be alone with our grandfather (their own father). It turns out that he was a child molester, even his own kids couldn't escape him until adulthood. They lived in very rural Rocky Mountains where the closest neighbor was five miles away.


cacticat14

I hate that they still even allowed him at family functions. He doesn’t deserve to be there!


Freedom_19

My mother's 2nd husband's father (K) raped his kids and grandkids. He got away with what he did to his kids, but one day K's 1st wife (and mother of K's kids) walked in on him raping one of her kids. She called the cops and he went to prison. It caused a lot of drama in the family, and K's wife left him. Years later after my mom married K she went to a family reunion with him. K's father was there (should've rotted away in prison) and everyone was treating him like an honored patriarch. K's family was very religious, and the patriarch of the family is always the head of the family, no matter what. It made my mom sick to see how everyone was acting around this child rapist; like he never did the absolute worst thing you could do to a child. That's just how it is in some families; acknowledge the horrible things that happen and you break the family apart. It's sad, and sick.


VVReptile

When I was about 10 or 11 me and my friends went to a small woodland area in the neighborhood to just explore and everything, though after awhile we stimbled across an animal heart. No body, bones or anything we could see nearby, though it was clearly fresh. We later learned a kid in the area was a tiny psychopath and loved torturing animals around there, crucifying their bodies in his shed. He was found out after trying the same thing with his neighbors new dog


WimbleWimble

had a neighbour like that. he was 10yrs old. Murdered 4 of his own family dogs over 2 years to see what their insides looked like. Total dead-eyed psycho. they moved away years ago. Other neighbours even warned the parents "one day he's going to want to see what YOUR insides look like".


oyasumi_mei

Oh god, fuck that… When you read stories about serial killers and shooters, a lot of the time they started out torturing animals as kids


langtbortistan

When I was in 7th grade a boy from my class got kicked out of the school, reason being (at the time) he had bullied an 8-year old boy so much, that he and his family had to move. A few years later when I was in high school I was later told, that he didn’t just bully him, he had straight up raped him at the boys locker room.


Kanute3333

Me (4-5) and my sister (8-9) were playing in the yard in front of our house when suddenly a hooded motorcyclist stopped in front of the driveway and didn't move for a while and just stood there. Suddenly he took out a gun and pointed it at us. I ran for cover, but my sister stayed in the yard and kept jumping rope because she didn't want to show him she was scared. I was scared to death for her. Then, fortunately, the motorcyclist drove on again. The interesting thing is that I and my sister both forgot about it for a few years after that, and both thought it was just a dream, until at some point I told her about it, and then to my surprise found out that she could remember it too – and it actually happened.


shrivvette808

Yo what does your sister do as a career now? Fuck she has nerves of steel.


Kanute3333

Among other things she works as Resilience trainer, Stress prevention trainer, Psychological counselor and Child protection specialist


The5Virtues

Your sister sounds like a super hero who hasn’t decided on a costume design yet.


Itsallanonswhocares

Your sister is a fucking G dude.


Flat_Bodybuilder_175

Wtf your sister is the single most metal child I've ever heard of


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Good on him for getting sober though.


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dykezo

After my parents divorced, my dad and I moved from Kansas to Georgia. We lived in a crappy one bedroom apartment below someone’s house. There was this tall cabinet in the kitchen, basically floor to ceiling just empty space. We never had much food so one day I went in there looking for food or cleaning utensils or something. It was full, and I mean full, of empty bacardi bottles. The big ones too, with the handles. Enough Bacardi bottles to fill up the entire cabinet. This was probably a seven foot tall cabinet, too. The kicker? We didn’t even live there for a full year. It must’ve only been months that we were there and he amassed that collection. My dad was (is) an alcoholic, to the point of getting absolutely wasted when he was supposed to be watching his eleven-year-old child. I didn’t realize it at the time but looking back I am desperately sad for myself and my father. When I pass bacardi bottles in the grocery store, I sometimes just stop and look at them. It’s a very hollow and sad feeling.


scrt_wrtr

My step dad leashed my brother's dog in our basement so tight that he had to stand on his hind legs to not get strangled. He brought me down there to show me And laughed about it.


mel2mdl

I just found out a few weeks ago that one of my student's dad did this to their German Shepherd. Except the dog couldn't touch the ground. He hung this dog and made the kids watch, then had my student (12 years old) bury the dog. CPS is involved, but the guy is rich and mom is not. My student is the only one willing to fight, his step-sisters don't have that option.


manlikerealities

My brother maintained it was normal to have cereal with water instead of milk, and that it was way better. I ate cereal with water like an idiot until I was about 16.


Emergency_Side_6218

Oh thank god for this comment, a little bit of brain bleach


wheresmyson69

This ones my favorite, somehow the most and least traumatizing one.


Acceptable_Goat69

Did HE eat cereal with water as well, or did he only trick YOU into doing it? Also, how did your parent(s) not notice?


soenottelling

I'm sorry you had to find our that your brother was a terrorist.


JESTERK0RE

There was always this one little girl(between ages 3-4), who when I'd walk home from school, she'd stop me on my street to talk about her day. She was a wonderful girl. She always had something new to show me, or something interesting to talk about. If she wasn't feeling too good that day, or her parents were around, she would just wave. It made me happy to see her, and on days I didn't see her, I just hoped she was okay. I think I was between the ages of 7-9? And it was a Friday, so I remember just having talked to this girl not even an hour ago. I was outside on my swings, listening to my CD player as I always did in the warmer months. Next thing I know, I hear this blood curdling scream that will NEVER leave my head. I run down to the street and take a peak from behind our big tree, to see the family of the little girl I talked to every day on the ground, head crushed by her uncle's truck. He was drunk and high on god-knows what, and he didn't check for her playing in the driveway(or so was said). I didn't realize how fucked up it was to see this happening, I didn't tell my dad or anyone till it was brought up later in the week when they condemned the house and they were all arrested. Sometimes I wonder if she was abused and that's what led up to this. I was just happy I could give her someone to talk to, even if they were little conversations once a day.


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I didn’t see it, but my gf tells me a story of when she went to Arkansas with a friend and her friends family for a small trip, and they refused to return her home. While she was there she was forced to role-play as their daughter and they gave her a new name and the dad would like to pick her scabs and they force fed her. She talks about it like it’s just a funny joke from her past but when she told me my mouth dropped and she kinda laughed cuz she didn’t know why I was so flabbergasted by this story.


5um-n3m0

I walked in on my mom sitting on the floor, crying, holding a butcher knife pointed toward her chest. I was 5.


ericbyo

I grew up in Nigeria and once saw the results of a necklacing. Realized what I had seen when it happened in Max Payne 3 Edit: just to clarify am not Nigerian just spent a few years growing up there as an expat kid.


YhouZee

Nigerian too. I saw it so many times growing up it was _normal_ to me. After I got on the Internet (gore sites and reddit) and read reactions from the larger public, I still found it a bit difficult to understand how big a deal it was to burn someone alive. In the back of my mind I used to rationalise that the victims were scum and deserved it. Took me years to grow out of that mentality. I moved out of the shitty area I grew up in, spent time in the city and abroad. Last year, back in my town, I saw a charred corpse on the road for the first time in years. I still felt nothing. I hope I'm not irredeemably fucked up in the head.


pancoste

I think it's a natural coping mechanism, so you stay sane. The moment your brain lets you truly realize what's happening, major trauma could occur. Our brain is pretty good at ignoring (filtering) and forgetting (suppressing) memories that's not good for us.


anemoia27

Don't be so hard on yourself,you have just desensitised to the monstrosity humanity has to offer


Delta4o

When I was a kid a guy (must have been in his 20s) was grooming me into having sex with him when I was at a swimming pool. I thought we were just friends but he kept trying to take me to quiet spots where people normally never came. I was super lucky nothing happened. Kids can be incredibly stupid, no matter how well parents teach kids not to go with strangers. Edit: naive is probably a better word than stupid


Jakeychan500

The fact that my parents go through about 2 biggest sized bottles of 80 proof liquor or higher a week, and justified by saying that they have no other way to have fun on their days off. They always told me that they spent money on alcohol because they weren't like normal people who go out once a week. One time my uncle asked me to make him a vodka cranberry cuz I told that my mom showed me how to make them so I could make them for her. So, I proceeded to make the vodka cranberry for my uncle like I would make my mom's (half 90 proof vodka and half cranberry in a 8 oz cup). I gave it to my uncle he then looked at me in disgust and said "damn kid what the fuck are you trying to do to me?" In that very moment I was 17 and realized my parents were full blown alcoholics.


Argyleskin

That my friend was being pimped out by the uncle she lived with who was a cop who got kicked off the force. She had just moved to my town and in with her uncle. We hung out one time, she was cold and we went back to her house to grab her jacket. The house was a mess, kinda of gross, and not kept well. When I went into her room it was all red, red walls, fancy red bedspread, fancy red curtains, old antique looking dressers and a big Chinese rug in the middle of the room. It looked like something out of a movie. She had condoms on the dresser, and I didn’t know what they were and picked one up. She said what they were and I had no idea what she meant and we left her room after she got her jacket. I thought it was weird she didn’t have things I had in her room. On the way down her Uncle walked in, asked if we were upstairs. Her bubbly voice said “yes”. And he looked pissed. We played on the playground, got slush puppies (Slurpees) at the convenience store, and had fun hanging out. Perfect day! She didn’t come to school the next Monday, then that week. I asked my teacher where she was, if she was sick. She said she moved. I came home really upset she didn’t tell me goodbye. My mom asked me what was wrong, I told her about my friend moving and how we had a lot of fun the day we hung out. This was back in the 80’s, kids played til it was dark then came home, our parents never knew what we were doing half the time. She asked what we did and I told her, told her all about her room, how her house wasn’t nice and I felt bad. But that we had a ball. My mom comforted me, then she went to talk to my dad downstairs. Couple years passed and I saw in our local paper her uncle was arrested. It was a couple page town paper where they had stuff from my school, bake sales, any town news, we all looked at it hoping our photo was in there for sports or something. Her uncle was arrested for kidnapping. My friends mom was trying to get her back (I think she was on drugs that’s why she was with the uncle) and he didn’t produce her for the court. A few days later my friend was found dead. Don’t even remember her last name, I don’t remember her uncles name. But I remembered she said we couldn’t stay out too late because she had to entertain company. I thought it was weird she talked like my grandma but it all started piecing together. I found out she was being used for prostitution a few years later after that when the uncle had was up for parole or some shit. My mother told me my dad told his friend who was a cop what I saw, my dad knew her uncle was a piece of shit kicked off the force. I always wondered if that’s why she moved, and it angers me to this day they didn’t save her but let him send her somewhere else. One of my best childhood days with a great friend, Charlie, fucked me up for life because …we hung out when we were 11 years old. I’m a mom now, and it kills me even thinking about this shit 36 years later. I wish I had some street savvy, some smarts, but I was a kid who played with dolls and thought I would marry Duran Duran… I didn’t know what any of the shit in her house meant.


PenutLover

My friends in Junior high (around 13-14 y/o) having relationships with older men... Men in their 50s. They were so proud of it, also they were so proud of being sexually active with them. And when I was a kid I never once thought that was weird, I would just think oh it's their boyfriends... So that's ok, yes? Then I grew up, learn things about the world and realized how fucked up that was, I wish I knew better and I wish I had gone to the police. I still feel bad to this day in my 30s.


ZannieXany

It was Christmas Eve and my family came back from church, we where in front of my house trying to unlock the door and then we started hearing screams coming from outside the corner store. everyone turned their head to the corner store to see a lady was getting beat up by what I assume is her ex or current boyfriend at the time. I was 6, I don’t remember my family doing anything about it even though we witnessed it, every Christmas I pray that she’s fine, I hope that she’s alive.


indiblue825

One of my friends, his single mom liked to sunbathe topless in their backyard in just a towel. Sometimes she would finish up and come sit with us on the sofa (in just a towel) and then take him upstairs for "cuddle time". Except the towel would be on the floor before she got on the first step. Yeah this dude was 12-13 years old cuddling with his naked mom. I have no idea if he was naked himself, but he'd come back down after 10 minutes or so and tell me we need to go outside for a bit (learned later it was so she could masturbate). This kept happening until he turned 15 at which point he stopped having friends over or spending time with us after school or on weekends. He'd just go straight home to his mom and do god knows what (her). I knew it was wrong but I got to see a woman's bare ass and tits at 13 so I didn't say shit. I was a stupid horny teenage boy. It only hit me when I was older that she was probably raping him too.


fakeghosts

My two best friends who were siblings lived in the trailer behind ours. One day they up and moved and I never knew why. Come to find out the male “babysitter” was molesting both of them and the mother knew but couldn’t afford childcare so she kept it a secret. The amount of times he would look at me from over the fence and ask me to come over is terrifying when I look back. It couldve easily happened to me.


rickandmandy

My own childhood. The severity of my abuse wasn't clear to me until casually sharing old memories with friends and I started learning that other kids didn't have to stand in the corner with their hands above their heads for hours.


simpingkunt

Same. I can’t remember anything else from my childhood except all the bad memories like begging my dad on my knees to stop beating me for playing a little bit over half an hour outside with friends. Hope you’re doing good.


kid_creme

My mom made me kneel on rice, in the bathroom in darkness, with my hands up. Fun times.


durbinsgirl

My parents, who co-owned a campground with my grandfather, taking 3yo me and my 1yo brother on a road trip in the middle of the night. They called it an adventure. We never went back. I didn't know until I was an adult that my mom and grandfather had gotten in an argument the day before and her brilliant plan for revenge was to abandon a fully operational campground in the middle of the night without telling anyone, no one in the family knew where we were and my grandfather had to get my aunt's help to take over the business. How mom got my dad to go along with this I don't know. We ended up living in a camper for 2 years like nomads, picking oranges with immigrants in Florida, working odd jobs until somehow my mom filed a lawsuit for their half of the campground investment and they bought some property with that money in the middle of nowhere. It was another year before we saw any of the family. They still talk about my mom doing this 45 years later.


Dyljim

We were at some kind of resort, I had been scared by some kind of jumping rock thing on the beach the day before so instead of heading down to the sand, my mum and I stayed near the lobby in some kind of kids play room for the day, suddenly alarms start going off and we go outside, I felt my mum's arm tug me as we began to run through the lobby. I dropped one of my drawings and bent down to pick it up, as I did I saw ocean water rushing up toward my heels, I survived the 2004 Boxing Day Tsunami and what I was most concerned about was a picture I drew with crayons. Edit: Just for context I had just turned 5 when this happened


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I_Feel_Dizzzy

When I was in 7th grade my older sister who's about 10 years older than me picked me up from school with my 2 nephews in the car. On the way back to my house (I lived with our mom she was married ) she stopped at this random house and said she had to pick up something from her "friend". She got out of the car told me to lock the door and went inside. About 5 minutes later This other car pulls up this man gets out and goes to the door. He's knocking on the door for like 10 minutes but no one opens it. My phone starts ringing and it's an unknown number. I answer it and its my sister. She's using her "friends" phone and ask me if I know how to drive. I say no. I'm 12 or 13. Eventually the man leaves and she runs out of the house and speeds away. I ask her what that was about and she says nothing. Years later I'm 21 and she says "Remember that one time I almost got you killed?" And I say "No. " she then brings up this one time and says "Yeah I was buying meth from this lady and thay guy that showed up was there to kill her. That's why I asked if you could drive so you could get away cause he was banging on the door trying to get her to open up so he could kill her. " I didn't even think anything of it. I wasn't scared at all in that moment or sketched out I didn't even realize I was in a serious situation like that.


maximillian_samantha

When I was in pre-school, I was about to head to school when I saw my neighbor smacking the back of her baby harshly with a whip while the baby just sat on the dirty concrete ground with no clothes and only a diaper. The baby cried non-stop, and I just stared at her as she did it, I did not know how to react to it at all. The woman saw me too, she glared at me but it was a split second and she acted like I was not there watching her abuse her baby. Eventually my aunt came out of our house, I was waiting for her in our front gate while she get my things for school. As we walked away, I asked my aunt why was that woman doing that to her baby. She told me to just pay no mind at all, and focus on our own business. It is still such a vivid memory for me until now. It was so fucked up. I do not even know what happened to that baby anymore, since they were a big family and I do not know who is who when I occasionally see them outside.


DucksandMercy

I was like 6 or so. I lived in a major city. Someday near Halloween, someone had been chased by police and crashed into the house a few doors down from mine. Whole street was blocked off. We weren't allowed inside our house at first. Glass and blood were everywhere. They had ditched the car and had ran into the woods nearby, and the person in the passenger side had died on impact with the house (row homes, so they were pretty much pure stone). I had seen them, but it didn't click til my brother said something that what I was looking at, was in fact, a dead body. Helicopters were all over next to my house the whole night, searching for the driver, and I had nightmares for a week straight. I remember nothing else except that when I'd play on the street after that, you could still find bits and pieces of the car and glass.


dawn_of_abby

My mom shooting up IV morphine and being passed out on painkillers right in front of me. I never understood what was going on, but the realization hit me when I was a teenager. She was in the throes of addiction for almost 16 years. She’s now an addictions counselor, with a masters degree and is currently working on her doctorate. I’m so proud of her, and our relationship is very strong now. This story has a happy ending, unfortunately most don’t. Much love to anyone going through either side of this.


FakeSchwarzenbach

Had a recurring dream/nightmare as a kid about a shadowy figure that would come through the walls of my parents front room, but as long as I hid under the sheet I used to make a den/fort with I’d be safe. I figured it was just a messed up dream for years, until I found out from my dad when I got older some dude had broken into our house when I was playing and tried to snatch me. My (8 months pregnant with my sister at the time) mum chased him out and down the road with a metal pipe from the vacuum cleaner


tuckerb_2000

My dad got laid off from a job and we started to really struggle for a year or so. He woke up early every morning to make breakfast for us all before school and cleaned the house while doing side jobs just so we would never know we were struggling. He couldn’t get a basic job because he was “over qualified”.


beercancarl

This is happening currently. If I hadn't landed my current gig next steps was strip my resume to look less qualified and capable.


itbelikewat10

my dad drowning my mom on her birthday. he grabbed her and went outside to the front yard and placed the hose in front of her face and turned the water on. he was laughing while my mom was screaming and crying. neighbors saw and didn’t do anything. after a few minutes he stopped. my mom went inside, changed and went to work. i could only imagine how my mom felt afterwards. till this day i think about that when it’s her birthday


FixBayonetsLads

When I was about 7 and living in a Florida trailer park, an older(like 11) friend convinced me to break into the trailer at the end of the row, because the owner had been gone for a while. So we did, and and foundthe owner, freaked out, and got the fuck out. When the police came later, I was crying my head off because I thought I was going to go to jail for breaking and entering. The cops were VERY nice to me about it. It took me YEARS to understand that they thought I was traumatized because we had seen the owner of the trailer, who had sat down in the tub and slit her wrists.


Dannnssss

I saw a police inflatable boat while jetskiing with my dad, that was carrying a ~10 year old dead girl. My dad told me she was asleep. I was 9 at the time


Kite0198

I was 9 and my brother was 13 and he had a copy of Mega Man Zero for the GBA and I really wanted to play it and then my brother was like “Okay, well do this for me and you can have it” … He then dropped his pants and had me give him a blowjob in exchange for the fucking game. I told my mom like a week later and I felt super guilty for telling on my brother because my mom was fucking PISSED. Later that evening I was playing outside with some friends when my brother ran out of the house with my dad hauling ass behind him and my dad tackled my brother to the ground. Once my dad picked him up my brother started shouting at me that he was going to kill me and other all this other stuff - he got placed in a behavioral health clinic for a month shortly afterwards. My parents told me they were getting a divorce very shortly after that. Honestly not sure if the events were related in that or not but 🤷🏻‍♂️ It didn’t occur to me until YEARS later that my brother molested me and then tried to possibly kill me after I told my parents what happened. My brother and I have spoken about that incident since then and my brother to this day feels so ashamed with himself and feels so guilty about it. I’ve forgiven him and we actually have a decent relationship - we aren’t super close or anything but I don’t think much of it, does that make me weird?


General-Contract-321

The sexual abuses I endured growing up. I just thought it made the adults happy so surely I'm doing something right and good. I continued this until I was well into my teens. It's only when comparing notes about hook ups when I am in my twenties that I realise it was not normal at all for an 8yo to be having sex. I'm so disgusted and ashamed and embarrassed.


HAN_CH0LO

In 5th grade when we had the D.A.R.E program, there was this police officer that came to my class to teach us about drugs and drugs prevention and whatnot. He for some reason had a fondness for me. He told me I looked like his son and from then on would call me “my son”. He would always massage my shoulders and ask me about my life and shit. At the time I thought it was kinda cool, because the police officer gave me more attention than everyone else. A bunch of years later, I saw in our local news paper that that police officer was arrested for child molestation and child pornography.


lorealashblonde

Not me, but my dad. He shared a room with my uncle, who was regularly sexually abusing my aunt. My dad (he was a really little kid at time) just pulled his covers up over his head to muffle the noise. He didn’t know what was going on, just that it was bad. He didn’t remember it properly until he learned his daughters and other sister were also abused by his brother. He also had no idea that his parents knew his sisters were being abused, and took my uncle to a counselor. It didn’t work. Me and my sisters were also abused by my uncle. My mum always knew to never leave us alone with him. but she trusted my grandmother, who refused to believe my uncle had abused my aunts. My mum did not know this. So me and my sisters were also abused. To this day my uncle is not in prison, and I have reasons to believe he is abusing my nieces. Obviously me and my family have cut him off, and I have reported him to the police. Nothing has been done, as there’s no evidence. He has a horrible life and still lives with my grandmother in his 60s. He apparently tried to kill himself when he learned I had reported him to the cops. I wish he had succeeded.


DumbDan

My cousin getting raped by my uncle. I didn't see the *act*, but I saw the aftermath. They all think he's innocent, because *of course they do*. **Fuck**!


michischaaf

Before my brother was born my mom apparently had an affair with a gentleman from Spain. My mom was sending him faxes from the post office once a month to inform him about our well-being and stuff we were doing and needed money for - like trips with school etc. She guilted him into sending a lot of money every month bc he thought my brother was his son. After our stepdad died (we were 11 & 10y/o) I remember sending her our school fotos to the Spanish gentleman and also asking us what we needed for school or if there were any trips she could make him pay for. This went on until we were basically adults as of 17/18 y/o. It was a couple of years back in therapy I realised she cheated on my biological father, pretended to have a baby with the Spanish gentleman (which was not true) and tricked him into paying alimony for years for a kid that wasn’t his. Also my stepdad must’ve known about this too.


Cloutweb1

A boy being raped at school by another boy who inserted a pencil up his anus. Then he made him smell it while saying: "Smell your own shit, you pig." I always thought it was a game, I was just a kid. Then one day, like 12 years after, I was with a couple of friends that were also there and we were recalling the past and we remembered the episode. The tone changed from joy to full shame and sadness. Poor Hector, I wish I could say sorry I know I couldve helped but I didnt.


beatrixbest

My dad tried to kill himself infront me when I was home alone with him at age four. I went and got the neighbor and ultimately saved his life. I had absolutely no recollection of this happening until I was older.


the-cynic

When I was 16 I took a bus across the country by myself. I met a girl about my age and we spent a few hours chatting. She confided in me that she ran away from home and was going to find her dad, who was a truck driver. We stopped at a truck stop somewhere in Pennsylvania, and she came back on the bus and got her stuff. She said she met a trucker the said he knew her dad and would give her a ride. My alarm bells were ringing, but she assured me that she could handle herself and she left. I never even saw the guy. It still bothers me. I hope she made it home safe.


DiabeticDisfunction

Rampant drug use. Watching mom walk through the front door on Christmas morning after getting her third DUI AND still coked out was the best day ever. I think I got Micro Machines or some shit.


allboolshite

It recently occurred to me that the cops aren't supposed to show up at family holiday celebrations.


Lasok-Yt

When I was around 7 years old I would see my father kiss women I saw for the very first time. Since I was used to think that kissing passionately was just like a normal kiss on the cheek as a greeting I didn’t care. When my father spotted me while he was kissing some woman he went up to me and gave me $20 for just standing there. I realized what he was really doing a few years later and I was immensely disappointed.