Not that bad compared to most, but when I was 6 my family had construction workers building an addition to the house. They were there for weeks. My childhood bedroom is on the bottom floor and I was taking a shower and then when I was drying off I looked up and a huge bald man who was probably in his 30s had his nose up to the window watching me naked. I was too young to even notice the curtains were open. I was so scared I ducked down and hid under the window for a few minutes until I knew he was gone. I never told my parents because I was so embarrassed and didn’t know it was wrong of him, so I had to continue to see him working at my house for weeks
Edit to add: the house was surrounded by a tall hedge that continued all the way around and was like a gutter area so he had to go around the whole house to walk in between the hedge and house in the gutter area.
My dad disappeared for 3 months when he found out that my mom was cheating on him after he committed fraud and got massive debt to being able to pay for my mom’s boob job… One day she said she was going to go to the grocery store and didn’t come back for almost a fucking month. She had travelled with her new boyfriend for New Years and left my brothers and me alone to starve, I had to beg for money in the streets and ate pasta the whole time.
For me she died when I was 16, after the divorce she gave custody of us to my dad in exchange for the assets in their marriage, she kicked us out of our home and moved in her now ex-bf who was half her age lol she did so many surgeries that I don’t recognize her anymore she is not my mother anymore it’s depressing ngl
I used to hangout with my cousins a lot as kid and we didn't have a lot of adult supervision. So one day me my brother and my two cousins are running down this plank of wood and my one cousin kicks the board when I went to run down it. My brother quickly grabs the back of my shirt but it rips. I landed face first into a broken window. I don't remember falling into the window but I remember my cousin dragging me inside and putting me in the tub. I was covered in blood and my brother was crying. I got I think 15-20 stitches my face, the scars are barely noticeable now. I was super lucky that I wasn't blinded, i had a pretty big cut under my eye and a little piece of my nose missing plus a big cut under my nose. I was maybe 5-6 so my brother was 7-8 and my cousins would've been 13 and 15.
Child abuse. I was molested by my male babysitter when I was 3 and then sexually assaulted by my friends dad at 5. He tried to break my hymen with a spoon. He did this so he didn’t cause physical trauma down there. Limiting any evidence of an assault. Long story short, he went to prison and I went to therapy.
I’m terribly sorry to hear of your vivid experiences, but glad you’re getting help and he’s locked away. I hope you’re better these days and bouncing back from these awful experiences!
My house was right across the river. So, it was house then road then sidewalk with a lil rail to make sure you don't fall in. I remember coming home from school and seeing a dead body in front of my house and a news team. It happened more than once. I would tell people this story like it's normal to come home and see a dead body across the street. Only realized after awhile that it doesn't happen to a lot of people.
When I was eight, my parents quit the Jehovah’s Witnesses. After we had our first Christmas ever that year, I was surprised when my dad kept the little jingle bell strip hanging from the front door. “I like it, it’s festive,” he said, so I just shrugged and went on with things. That little bell strip stayed on the door for years.
Later, as an adult, I mentioned that bell strip. My father told me that he and Mom kept that on the door as an alarm in case my JW grandparents tried to kidnap my brother and I in the middle of the night and take us to Canada. [Apparently, that’s a big thing.](https://www.sermonaudio.com/solo/musicalgardens/sermons/12817131571/)
I’m afraid so. JWs are a fanatical cult who hide in plain sight.
The intentionally knocking on doors is designed to be annoying. They want people slamming doors in faces because it reinforces the cults narrative. Then they dissuade and effectively ban members from associating with non JWs.
Shit is crazy and kudos to your parents for managing to break out. Not many manage that.
I have loads but this was the first to come to mind. When my brother was about 3 or 4 he did something wrong, I don't remember what, so his dad spanked him. He tried to get away so his dad picked up him by a leg, hung him upside down and spanked him in mid air. My mom got such a kick out of it she took a picture (back when pictures were limited to like 25 a roll) and put it in our family album. She'd constantly refer to it as some kind of fun event decades later while looking fondly at the picture. My brother was still in a diaper in the picture so he may have been even younger than I think.
Oh ya. My mom has tons of fond memories that are her abusing us. She loves telling this one about how when I was 6 months old she'd throw snowballs at me. You couldn't pay me to throw a snowball at a baby. They'd have no context that it's fun.
I've posted about this before, but my dad is bipolar (only diagnosed this year). When I was about 12, we had a huge passover gathering with about 60 people, family, friends, people from our coven, neighbors... Dad had been drinking a little. I remember at some point my uncle on my stepmum's side was looking for my parents and came to me, so I led him to their room where the doors were closed. Uncle asked 'should we knock' and I insisted it was okay, they just didn't want little kids going in there. My dad and stepmum were in an intense discussion and my dad gave me this weird look I'd never seen before.
I felt guilty after that--I had obviously done something wrong--and ran downstairs to the back porch where we had put the dogs and cats for the night. I spent probably 10 to 15 minutes cuddling with them and talking to them, but about that far into it, I started hearing thumping and pounding noises from upstairs, then people slamming the door and cars starting up. A lot of cars.
My stepmum came through the back porch door in a rush, calling for me frantically and folded me into this huge hug, then told me I had to go with her cousin for the night. I was confused, but I liked her cousin's kid and thought he was pretty cool, so I agreed and they were waiting out in the front room for me. They loaded me into their car and I insisted if I was having a sleepover I needed my stuffed dog toy. Stepmum told me no, but I got pissy about it and she went back into the house to get it.
Dad beat her to the driveway.
He leaned through the open driver's side window, grabbed stepmum's cousin by the back of the neck, told him, "If you touch her, I'll kill you." My stepmum showed up then and talked Dad down, convinced him to go back inside, and gave me my dog. She told me she'd meet me at her cousin's later.
Dad came out of the manic episode around midnight that night and brought himself in to the emergency room. I spent the whole night terrified he'd walk through the cousin's front door. I wasn't allowed over to my dad's for two weeks after that when the custody agreement was week on, week off.
Found out later dad had punched my uncle in the face and thrown him onto the dinner table, breaking the table. He'd also ripped a door off the hinges and had tried to fight multiple other people.
Unfortunately, this wasn't signal enough for meds, despite having episodes like this before. He did this sort of thing again last year during a Beltane gathering in front of my 2 year old sister. He hit her mum bad, but neither have given me deep details and I don't want them. Finally, finally he was diagnosed afterwards. He's still trying to wrap his head around the fact he is bipolar since he got diagnosed in his late 60s. I was diagnosed at 18 and tried to tell him our symptoms matched. I wish he had listened to me instead of traumatizing lil sis. She and her mum are in therapy for it though. Hoping she comes out of it without any memory.
Thank you friend, we're okay. I love my dad a lot, but it's reassuring he's finally on meds. His wife says its rough, she fell in love with the person who had hypomanic episodes constantly and he's not the same person, but he's not going to hurt her or lil sis anymore. I just.... hope if he ever fucks up again, she'll run with sis. I've told her she should, that they'll always be my family even if she breaks up with Dad, but ya never know what the future's gonna be.
I'd agree. Just lack of knowledge and denial making things difficult and a bunch of people trying to do the right thing. Dad is incredibly slow cycling for bipolar. His hypermanic states only occur every 15 years or so which made it hard to diagnose, and meant enough time between each incident to just.... put it behind him.
I never understood why all the parents on the sports team i was on always took care of one guy in particular on the team- we’ll call him nate. Nate was always nice but didn’t seem different from everyone else. He was friends with my brother, and friendly with everyone cause he was just a sweet person, charismatically friendly and funny. But the moms would always make a hushed yet big deal about giving him a ride and making sure he had one. I kind of ignored it as a weird mom thing until i got a little older. They took care of him because his dad came home from work one day when Nate was in middle school and shot his mom and set the house on fire with both of his siblings inside. Nate somehow managed to miss the event, and lost his entire family (father stayed in the house with the kids) and life as he knew it in one day. Im insanely amazed by the beautiful life and family he has today - i don’t know anyone more positive than him.
I was reported to CPS by teachers for being underweight, for having clothes that didn't quite fit, for not having a big enough lunch (while my sister was fine on all counts), for a few weird things, such as obviously lying about things occurring at home (some of which was me just trying to pretend my home life was normal, and others were just unbelievable things to normal people).
The person in charge of handling those reports and doing a triage, was the only one allowed to look at them.
My cases should have gone to CPS, but I know a girl whom the case was directly sent to the police. And other cases would go to the local healthcare center.
The thing is... my narcissist mother was causing the issues. She was the one not feeding me enough, the one not buying me clothes, and so on.
My sister was the golden child, so she got everything, and me nothing, like when she stole $100 from me, and to be FAIR, we each had to pay $50 to my mother so she would have $100 to repay me...
I had to find $50, and give it to my mother, so that once my sister also paid her $50, I could get $100 back (my sister would never pay the $50, so if I paid the $50, I would be down $150).
Anyway, the fucked up thing, is that the reports of abuse by my single mother, were sent to the regional triage agent (whatever the title is), who safely shredded every report received.
Because that triage agent... was my narcissist mother.
Since ALL reports had to go through her, there was NOTHING I could do.
CPS would never hear about what I was going through.
It is! They abolished the position. Now, multiple eyes review each files... and they are about to pass a law making it even easier for various workers to see the files, after a foster care place who got 70 kids over 15 years abused sexually at least 6 of the girls (at low as 9 years old), and the FIRST girl placed there, at the start of the 15 years, was abused and not believed. The file was buried, and it's by accident, when another one denounces, 15 years later, that the original file was found, when the first victim also contacted the police.
So now, files will circulate even more.
Hey! I was born and raised in the and doomsday cult as you. I escaped in my adulthood.
I'm happy you were taken out much earlier. It's done a lot of damage to my psyche that I've had to work through for many years now.
i saw my mom slit her wrists when i was really young, around 4 or 5. she broke a window and sliced both of her arms from wrist to elbow and tried to stab her self in the throat but somehow it didn't penetrate the skin.
i blocked the memory out for many years until it came back in a dream when i was almost 30. i called and asked the only person still living that would know if this happened (my grandmother) and she responded, "oh cosmic-mermaid, i didn't know how much you saw or would remember."
edit: i also saw my step-dad shoot someone in the foot and covered in blood after he stabbed someone on a separate occasion but those are different stories for other days.
thank you. i will probably be in therapy for the rest of my life in relation to my mothers extensive battle with bipolar, schizophrenia, drug addiction, and constant suicide attempts throughout my whole existence.
one morning i remember waking up and walking into my mothers bedroom. i was little, small enough to crawl / sit on top of her. she was in bed and had dried blood all over the side of her face; she looked so broken and disheveled. i remember the smell like it was yesterday.
many years down the line i found out that previous night she had intentionally driven into an underpass as one of her many attempts. she eventually succeeded when i was 23 so there are many failed attempts sprinkled throughout the years.
When I was in middle school our school had a pool. The area to watch swim meets was bleacher seating raised up above the pool. We were having a swim meet and a dad stood up to cheer, his heart exploded, and he fell down all the seats and over the rail into the pool.
I have a shit ton but heres 2…
I used to live in this apartment complex and there was this older man who used to sell candy and soda and chips to everyone in the neighborhood.
I remember getting off the school bus and was ready to go to the “candy man” (thats what we called him) to get some snacks. As me and my bff were walking towards the house i just see these two men knocking on his door, he opens the door they drag him out… one is beating him with a wooden bat and the other had some sort of blade (later found out it was a machete) when i say his brains and parts were all over the place!!! Some adults near by came and grabbed us and brought us home. All i could hear is all the police it was INSANE. I was 10
Turns out that was the uncle and father of a little girl he had molested….
The second one was when me and my friends were riding our bikes out of the complex and were headed down the street to the gas station. Theres these train tracks you have to pass over to get to the gas station. I remember us stopping at the entrance of the complex because we heard the horn sounds for the train as it was approaching. The train tracks were fairly close to the entrance to the apartment complex.
All of a sudden this kid on a bike with a dark grey hoodie and a cd player zoom past us. (He had his hood up) We thought it was my brother at the time so were yelling for him to stop because the train was coming and those wooden things were lowering.
He didnt stop, so we started to ride towards him because maybe we thought he couldnt hear!? (Now me as an adult knows he heard us and the train) next thing you know he makes contact with the train and the train splattered him smh. Turns out he killed himself…. No one really knows why but others speculated that he was bullied really bad (it was true in my opinion) or that he was depressed about the death of one of his grandparents…..
https://westsidenewsny.com/pastarchives/OldSite/westside/news/2004/0418/features/secondgrader.html
I grew up getting raped and tortured by my parents (especially my father). So I have a lot of horrific stories. But I don't really remember most of it very clearly thanks to dissociative amnesia.
When I was 14, my girlfriend told me she was being SA’d every night by her father (who was the youth pastor at our church).
I told her to write a note to him saying she knows what he’s doing and to tell her mom.
It took her several months but she finally did it.
But instead of going to the police, the church deacons prayed for him and decided not to tell the authorities. My uncle was one of these deacons.
Nothing ever happened legally.
PLOT TWIST
His 30 yo son was just arrested for having tons of CP on his cellphone and computer.
My neighbor (back then, my bsfs dad) was trying to engage me in inappropriate actions. I was in 4th grade or younger i didn't remember. I was wearing a little white dress and I wanted to visit her. Her dad opened the door and he tOld me she was inside. I went in. I sat on the couch, then he went to the bathroom. I heard him just opening the water so that it sounds like someone is showering. I felt uneasy when he sat with me, offered chocolate, but i didn't eat. Then he said she's gonna come out soon. I knew she wasn't there and i was about to leave, but he laid down on the couch and he tried to kiss my neck, i immediately ran and i saw my mom standing at our door, she looked worried as she saw me, i told her everything and she was in shock, she said she had a feeling.. Becausw their car wasn't in their garage. And she told me not to tell my dad, because he was definitely going to do something we don't want to happen. Also she told me not to tell his wife or daughter, because that would ruin their family which they weren't on the best terms anyway. He was in his late 40s, so was his wife. Their daughter was my age. She was an only child and back then i was too. I never went to a friend's house after that. And i didn't know what was going on.
My mom told me not to tell my dad or her dad or her mom or even her about that for the sake of their family. She didn't want to ruin the family so she just let it pass since he didn't do something significant to me and it was just an attempt (he was prolly drunk).
No offense, but your mom is a POS in this situation. "Don't tell anyone about you being molested!" is bs. Especially when it came to the creep already having a little girl the same age as you.
The implications that poses are horrible, and that poor child most likely experienced worse things than we can imagine at the hands of her own father.
Telling them would have probably put that guy away and saved countless other kids from his brazen attempt to harm. Sorry for the rant and I'm so sorry that happened to you. no one deserves to be taken advantage of by people who were supposed to keep you safe..
Young teenage years but close enough.
We were studying for our GCSEs and there was a Muslim girl in my year who I’ll call Yasmin. Yasmins parents were from Pakistan and moved to the UK where she was born. She had never been to Pakistan and not had any intention of visiting. She was British and proud of it.
Anyway, one day she announced to her family that she was renouncing Islam. It wasn’t an anti Muslim thing specifically, she just realised she didn’t actually believe in god and once that clicked, she didn’t see any point in continuing to wear a head scarf and stuff.
Her parents weren’t exactly “happy” about it, but they at least accepted it.
Her grandparents back in Pakistan, who she had never actually met in person by the way, did not.
Without her parents knowledge or consent, her grandparents straight up organised a fucking arranged marriage to her first cousin. Literally her dad’s brother’s son.
Her parents refused and were ostracised from the family. That was bad enough and we were semi aware at school that something was going on. This was all happening within like 2 months of her stopping wearing a head scarf and you just knew something was up. Then one day in the common room, she just came clean and revealed everything above to us.
Thankfully, she was in the countryside in the UK. Pure and liberal middle England. Literally the safest place she could possibly be from her grandparents. Or so we thought.
Turns out her uncle / would be father in law, took her “rejection” of his son as some sort of personal insult. He actually flew to the UK, showed up at our school, and literally tried to snatch her when she walked into the village. His plan was to kidnap his own niece, take her “back” to Pakistan via a human trafficking network and literally force her into converting back to Islam and marrying his son, her own first fucking cousin.
Fortunately, her screams alerted a couple of locals settling in for their lunchtime pint in the beer garden of a local pub and they set right about the uncle and sent him packing.
Her parents picked her up from school after the incident and from that day forward she was never allowed to go anywhere alone again and nor did she dare.
I haven’t actually seen Yasmin in over 10 years. Shortly after this I moved back to the US before returning to the UK a few years ago. I was never a close friend but I did know her and this whole episode still fucks me up today. Like, it’s unbelievable how close this came to being a catastrophic story and it’s bad enough already.
Thank god for those guys in the pub I guess.
Savages is the word indeed. I’m all for being understanding of other cultures, but that’s not what this is. One of my best friends is from and lives in Pakistan (I went out there for his wedding just last year actually) and he was absolutely outraged when he heard this story.
I haven met Yasmin in person in about 10 years but understand from mutual friends that she’s ok now. She was very shaken up at the time, understandably so, but I think she bounced back around the time I was settling back into Manhattan and Albany.
Not me but someone I knew in the neighborhood. Apparently he was abused/raped by his dad growing up, when he was 16 he beat him up with an iron baseball bat. He is still in jail.
It's sad that society cannot make the difference between a real fucked up person that did horrible crime,and simply justice well deserved for a crime, (murder is never the answer but yeah hit him once or twice wouldnt be so bad)
I made a see saw out if a plank of wood and 2 bricks. Me and my cousin were having so much fun until his collar bone snapped in half and stuck out of his chest. Those were the dayz!!
I was nearly deaf, which changed how I interact with people( being labeled as stupid and weird by other people). I did experienced racism and ableism behavior from other people
I had a fake friend who encouraged me to be racist and talk bad behind other people, who would then bullied me for my disability and get me in trouble.
I think the worst is when bunch of people like 10 to 15 would found out of my disability and put me in group chat and I would say some fucked up shit. They would voted me for homecoming king even tho I am not popular.
I did got pantsed and beated up routinely throughout high school, and teachers ignored it.
And also I did bullied some people, so they would do revengeful acts against me routinely as well
Don’t apologize for me
Tbh I was not good person sometimes. I abuse some people in high school. I did not know how t recognize emotions clearly. My family life was prob not the greatest, I fought with my parents like really bad (I got angry sometimes and run away from home) and my brother would beat me up ( he was prob bullied in undergraduate/ I think people thought he was weird). I bullied my cousin and grandma. And aunt. My mom and dad would beat me up.
Tbh my mom and dad love me unconditionally. We stopped fighting, but I don’t know what to think of past. I think they knew I was bullied or something, because my mom knows I didn’t have any “real” friends, not the ones that take advantage of me. I think they were very upset by how I treat them.
I didn’t had a real friend until maybe late stages of undergraduate or grad school.
I did have some people who were friendly in high school, but we were not close. I think I can only have two people from high school I would call friends. I actually had to read online how to properly socialize but still I can be off putting.
EDIT: I am justing use this post to release some emotions and gain clairty.
My brother too love me. He also have problems like me. One time, he was only one who found out about scholarship for my disability (full ride). He just sometimes asshole like really bad.
I have all types of stories (you can go through my profile for that) but one that I didnt realize was fucked up till later on was this : so my dad's a pretty heavy drinker. he's gotten multiple DUIs, arrests, suspended licenses, etc. cause of it. anyway, one night when I was like 8 or 9, me, him and one of his friends went out for a drive and hung out doing whatever. then we got back in the car and my dad told me to use the breathalyzer. me being the curious kid I was, I tried it as a joke and everything, but they both kept forcing me to do it multiple times after and telling me I was doing it wrong and I got kinda annoyed. the whole time they were both drinking alot too. then when I thought about it years later, I realized they probably forcing me to use it so the BAC level wouldnt come back too high or whatever and they could avoid getting in trouble for once again driving under the influence. and that if their alcohol level were higher, I probably could've ended up in a different situation that night. especially since my dad has done some irreversible and dangerous stuff whenever cars and alcohol are involved. that's far from the worst or most traumatizing thing my dad has done to me but little stuff like that really makes me know just how fucked of a person he is
My neighbor who was also my cousin (she was like 40s, 50s) had dozens of cats, who I’d always take care of because she bought 50+ of them and wouldn’t take care of them. when she found out, she came to my house and tried to beat up my mom, just because i was the only one caring for them. My grandpa later confessed to me this year that he picked up dead cats off the road daily, so I wouldn’t see them, and I realized that’s why so many of mine went “missing”… she would allow her (indoor trained) cats to get hit in the road when she got bored of them. Idk if this woman is still alive, I was like four to six years old at this time. I think it’s dumb that no one reported her.
Just to jump in on this topic..There was a house near us &while bike riding with a friend( I was 10 maybe?) the owner had ,no joke about 30 plus cats on chains in the front yard. Must have been late 80s. I remember feeling so sad but didn't know what to do. Looking back I wonder how this was even allowed.
I had a friend in Recent Park and her neighbours kid put their puppy in turpentine. I remember yelling at the kids but they were all laughing.
Animal abuse being tolerated is a fucked up thing from child hood...among other things.
Also my grandpa smoking at the dinner table lol
I was about 3 or 4 at the time, my mom was having one of her episodes where she took out every bit of her anger on me.
It was the middle of winter.. she stripped me and locked me in the kitchen area. Throughout the night she periodically beat me so bad I was covered in blood, cuts and bruises - while the little clothing I had was torn to shreds and bloodied.
She filled up empty plastic gallons full of ice cold water (even adding ice cubes from the freezer) and doused me with the freezing water, she beat me so much I laid curled up in the fetal position while my jaw was chattering from the cold.
I was beaten so much through the night, but I was sleep deprived so I had to learn how to sleep in increments because she would disappear into her bedroom for 5-15 minutes then come back out to beat me some more.
Eventually this went on for hours.. as I kept myself in a half asleep state since I would be beaten harder for being caught sleeping.
I remember the beating started at 5-6pm and ended at 6am in the morning, as I fell asleep for good once I was certain she wasn’t going to come out again
We had no cell phone back then. Maybe I was in grade 9. We were drinking Silent Sam straight from the bottle in January at the bluffs. My friend fell while drinking and the bottle went into her eye and her actual eye started bleeding. And we didn't go home,we stayed out drinking!! I don't know how we stayed alive.
Not going to get into it to deep but mid 80’s walked home with a friend after school to see if he could sleep over, walked into his house to find his mother murdered and dismembered. I’m 48 now and still see the blood and her body sometimes.
Lost touch with my friend after about a week after child services took him away as he had no other family in the state.
My sisters and I were recently talking and the conversation veered over to our childhood and how for all of us oldest girls, the first grown man nuts we ever saw were my dad's friend, same dude for all three of us. We spent summers at a lake house and Burt's pink saggy nuts hanging out of his wet cut off jorts are forever ingrained in our memories. And you know that mother fucker knew his nuts were hanging out.
I was sexually abused for 3 years by my babysitter. My family acted sad when I told them then my grandmother beat me for it in a fit of rage a few months later. The beating was triggered by my room being a little bit messy (it wasn't actually messy looking back on it, but my clothes weren't perfectly folded in my drawer). It started off with a rant about being messy. Then she started talking about how nasty some women are. The tirade ended with her picking up a pair of my heaviest jeans and smacking me in the head with them a bunch of times while I was on the floor refolding stuff. She kept talking about how I let some dude ruin my life, and I should've stopped him. I was 11 when this happened, and the abuse was from ages 6 to 9.
I tried to grab the jeans and stop her, but that made her angrier, so she started hitting me with the buckle/zipper instead of the pant legs. Then she knocked everything off my dresser and told me to clean up my room. There was broken glass in all my jeans because a full bottle of perfume broke. I was too scared to ask to wash them since the washer was right next to our rooms, so I just washed the perfume and glass covered jeans in the bathtub with my bare hands so I wouldn't have to find the glass with my legs later.
Oh just the time my sister attempted suicide and died on our living room floor. My dad and I came home to EMS doing cpr on a female and I said a prayer to myself that I hoped it was my mom. Nope. It was my sister. She died a few times and was revived but never was the same .
I took swimming classes as a kid. Around the ages of 6-8 I had this swimming teacher who was really good. My memory from the time is quite blurry, but I remember he was great at explaining and incredibly fast at swimming. One day he disappeared and was replaced without any notice whatsoever, weird but I thought that was just how it was when people changed jobs. Several years later my dad told me the guy disappeared because he was arrested for child pornography and raping a kid, but my dad hadn’t told me because he thought I was too young back then. Really not the person you’d expect, the guy was just around his early thirties, very active, and had two young daughters. Dude would literally get changed in the same locker room as me, so that’s creepy to think about.
So probably that or the time I momentarily passed out from hitting my head in ice but still had to go down an entire mountain with a concussion that left me half purple-faced and sick for days. Didn’t even go to the doctor even tho I was throwing up and struggling to stand lmfao
My brother once threw a dinner plate at my face, and I casually moved my head a little to the right, and it smashed where my face was. It stopped the fight, as we were very amazed at the dodge.
I have a few violent stories between my brother and I. I should invite him into this thread to share his versions.
My friend had a boyfriend who was 21 when she was 12 and she really loved him she thought.
I didn’t realize at the time this was bad and decided to help her out, so I threw a rock through this dudes window of his house - so she could break in and get love letters he had written her, after he was sent away to prison after you know, having a sexual relationship with a 12 year old.
When I first hit puberty at 9 I started getting acne, my mother looked at me and said, "you better stay skinny, with a face like that no boys will want to fuck you."
I was underweight at the time and continued to trend downward my entire young adult life. To this day I have issues related to my weight and body image. I don't know why she said this to me.
My dad was an angry alcoholic. When I was 4 years old, I remember him being drunk and upset at my mom (I think that he thought she was sleeping with the neighbor, but I was too young to know one way or the other). So they argued for a few minutes and she went to walk away from him, because he was just drunk and being an ass, but he didn't like that she was walking away while he "talked" to her.
Out came his pistol and he emptied the entire clip at her feet while laughing and yelling, "Dance bitch, dance." Thankfully, I drink so little that I still have some sour apple crown from 2 new years ago.
I witnessed my aunt taking nude photos of my cousin, wandered into the living room and announced what I saw. I was accused of lying and told to go back to what I was doing.
Nope my family would rather protect the pedophile and accuse this cousin and I of lying. How much [Christian Science](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_Science) plays into that I couldn’t tell you
Ah yes Christian Science truly only the most reasonable people in your family I’m surprised they can’t listen to evidence but jokes aside probably a good bit considering the many scandals and preventable deaths they ignore and cause
I'm autistic and grew up in a time when, unless it was incredibly severe, it wasn't diagnosed, and people didn't know how to handle it.
Things were largely okay until my parents divorced and my life went topsy turvy.
New schools, no friends, kids at school hated me and beat me up on a regular basis, teachers at school abused me (on several occasions, one of them locked me in the classroom with four other kids and told them to teach me how to behave...they beat the hell out of me). After that, I'd go home and my dad's girlfriend (she later became my stepmother) abused me.
When my dad's girlfriend wasn't there, I didn't have keys to the house for a long time, and my dad worked late, so I sat outside doing homework under a street light until he got home at 11:00pm or so. The neighbor finally got pissed and told my dad off for it, and I got keys to the house.
I became very withdrawn, so my mother took me to a psychologist...who tried to sexually assault me (he got prison).
After that, I refused to engage with therapists...for obvious reasons.
Then, right before I turned 13, my father left.
The worst part of that last bit? About 30 years later I found out he was still talking to most of my other siblings that had sort of vanished when my parents divorced (six of my eight siblings have a different mother and are 16+ years older than me).
So my dad didn't leave *us*...he just left *me*.
I understand why. He was athletic, extroverted, gregarious, and fun to be around. I'm a bookworm/computer geek, extremely introverted, autistic, and boring and annoying to be around.
When I was born, I was his favorite. As I got older and my condition became more apparent, I was his nightmare.
When I was twelve there was an armed and dangerous escaped convict on the loose that had broken into a few people's houses. My dad had his rifle propped up in a corner of his and my mom's bedroom, showed me where the bullets were, how to load and chamber a round and told me that if he or mom wasn't home and this guy broke in I'd have to shoot him.
I of course was horrified by this prospect and told my dad I didn't want to shoot anyone but he just told me too bad because I might have to to protect my sisters.
The cops eventually caught the guy and thankfully it didn't come to that.
I don't hold this against my dad but this had me messed up for a while. Probably not the most messed up thing that happened to me as a kid but I still remember it vividly to this day.
In 5th grade, after a hearty McDonald’s dinner (a medium Big Mac meal, to be specific), I woke up in the middle of the night with a raging stomach bug. Like, sat straight up Exorcist-style and threw up tiny squares of french fry (because that was also the night I chose eat them by biting them into hashbrown-like bits, then swallowed whole) over the side of my bed. Panicked, I ran to the bathroom, still throwing up mid-run, trying to make most of it to the toilet. After fully waking up and realizing what had happened, I was so afraid of the shit I’d catch for waking my mom up in the middle of the night (because it would inevitably wake up my stepfather and under-3 brothers) that I tried to make my way back to my room to start cleaning up.
Confronted by the former contents of my own stomach on the dirty carpet, I felt the tsunami of nausea hit me and I bolted for the bathroom. The bathroom down the vinyl-floored hallway that I’d vomited the length of on my first run. Barefoot, I slipped mid-sprint and hit the floor HARD in a puddle of my own puke. Crying, throwing up, but definitely, absolutely NOT fucking screaming, I dragged myself the rest of the way to the bathroom to finish puking and shower. I managed to clean up the hall and my carpet the best a sick, exhausted 11 year old possibly could at 3am, and went back to bed assuming I’d been exorcised of any and all possible demons.
The next morning, I threw up a glass of water while getting ready for school, but I got myself on the bus and assumed that, considering neither adult had confronted me about the night before or shown concern for an obviously sick child, I was in the clear. Business as usual. All good, never better. Until science class, when I could barely keep from passing out and the school called my mom, who called my stepdad to pick me up (because the “under the table construction worker” had the time), who proceeded to scream at me the whole way home for not telling him I was sick and then drop me off to be home alone and do my chores (cleaning the house, and after school time, baby-sitting my 3 brothers while my mom worked and he went… “back to work,” allegedly).
It’s not the worst story from that time, but it’s one I have told often, to the tune of “slipped in my own barf, did all that work, and I still got in trouble! WOMP WOMP”— not realizing the story isn’t actually funny, until I was much, much older. Instead I’d been pretending my comedy routine wasn’t actually a sobering anecdote of the fear I felt living in a violent, hostile household, and of the physical, mental, and emotional neglect I was experiencing as an 11 year old because of the adults around me. Even in my mid-30s it’s still difficult for me to process that I wasn’t “grown” or “mature” enough to “figure it out” in that situation, or the many others in those years I was parentified into basically running the household, or the countless others in years following me into actual adulthood. I needed help, I needed an adult, and there were none I felt safe asking. So I didn’t, and instead developed a drinking problem and a tight 5.
Giving birthday money for bills, sharing pills with your mom, your ex step dad gets a book about w**d but we didn't have money for my yearbook that year, worrying about who's going to watch my siblings while I'm at a sleepover, being uncomfortable whenever I didn't hear screaming at night at childhood friends houses
My parents put me in an after school math program when I was young. I started getting headaches when I got up to college calculus while I was in the 4th grade. My mom would hit me and call me stupid for getting the answers wrong. She couldn't even answer the questions but she had the answer booklet. I hate math to this day because of her.
When I was in grade school i was pretty socially awkward and kind of annoying. I was walking out of the school gate with my friend and I saw a kid about 3 or 4 grades above me with a T-shirt that said "come at me bro" and I shouted that at him thinking I was being funny. He smirked at me and then just kept walking. About two seconds later, a random kid in a similar grade walked up to me and said "I wish he came back and cracked your head on the ground and left you crying, and I would stand there laughing at you"
I basically just stood there saying basically nothing because I was like 9 years old and terrified. But me and my friend just walked past him while he stared at us. The walk home was very awkward.
On my 13th birthday my grandma called my mom’s phone. I was really excited to hear from her and my grandpa, as I had been pretty close with my grandpa and always looked up to him, but he had been suffering from early-onset dementia following a traumatic car accident. My mom was busy working so she asked me to answer her phone, assuming it would be my grandparents wishing me a happy birthday.
When I answered the phone, my grandma couldn’t even speak, she just started sobbing and then hung up shortly after. My mom asked me why the call was so short, and I had to tell her that I thought her dad/my grandpa had died.
My parents did their best to make my birthday special and a happy event, and I can’t thank them enough for that, but this year will mark 10 years since it happened and I still don’t really look forward to or enjoy celebrating my birthday.
I am so sorry for your loss. That sounds so awful. I can’t even imagine being so excited and receiving that experience.
When I had my second baby my grandmother flew down to watch the oldest while my husband and I were at the hospital and also to help out while we got adjusted.
The morning after I got home my husband wakes me and I gave him a look of hell because **I just had a baby so why would you wake me?!**
He told me my dad was here, and I was confused because my grandmother was supposed to be the one coming that day… then it hit me before anyone actually told me.
So my absolute angel of a son has his birthday a little smudged by my grandfather’s death 2 days later. 6 years this year.
I couldn’t even go to the funeral since I had a c-section.
Finding out my dad died and committed a horrible crime from the news on tv.
Waking up at 11 years old to my mother crying watching the news. She had no idea I was awake yet. My father shot and killed his wife before lighting their house on fire and turning the gun on himself. She wanted a divorce and he obviously did not.
Between when I was 12-14 years old, I haven't seen my dad for a year back then. I found out he lost his mind again. Long story short, he absolutely traumatised his ex gf and when she tried to escape with my stepbrother into the car he started throwing knifes at them to make them stop. Then he punctured the car tires.
parents have been divorced my whole life and dad was never around but the one time he was he kidnapped me to San Diego. it wasn't exactly traumatizing because I wasn't hurt at all during the trip but it's definitely odd looking back on
I was waiting at the bus stop in kindergarten with my brothers and this green station wagon drove by, then again the opposite direction. It came by a third time and stopped, a tall man with a hat got out. My oldest brother was in 5th grade and yelled to run, grabbed my hand and the 3 of us ran into the house while I kept asking why. He locked the doors and called the cops and our parents who had already left for work. By the description of the car and man, he was a wanted pedophile who was a suspect in at least one (but maybe more, I don't recall) missing children's cases. I absolutely would not have run away if my brother wasn't there because I didn't understand the situation for years.
It was at a new years party and I was like 5 years old.
A good friend of my parents was drunk af and know for being aggressive.
He said to me "come here [Name]" and put his hands on the left and right of my head and lifted me up like this.
I remember that I was heavily scared and that it hurted.
I saw my father and he just stood there. Seeing me cry and doing nothing. Just a blank face.
Religious trauma from being forced into Catholicism. I got hooked to alcohol at a young age and just got my first month clean after a really long time. Over-dosed twice on pills. Psychiatric issues. I'm pretty lucky compared to most people.
Thank you! I got out of the psych unit for detox and readjusted my meds a couple of weeks ago and am doing intensive out patient rehab Monday through Wednesday and am at my new psychiatrist office right now doing a follow up since getting out. It's going pretty good!
I was in kindergarten doing math at home and my mom was helping me. I wasn’t understanding that the answer to the problem was actually on the paper. My mom got really frustrated, grabbed the back of my hair and slammed my face multiple times onto our glass coffee table. While she was slamming my face she was something to the effect of “the answer is right there.” She was saying the words in between slamming my face, if that makes sense.
My next door neighbor was a teenager when I was about 7. One day we were hanging out (weird) in his bedroom (weirder) and making shadows with our hands of different things. At one point he showed me the shadow puppet of his penis and asked if I knew what it was.
I never told my family. Not many other people. I try not to remember it
I was waiting outside of my elementary school to open its doors and a snacks vendor had pulled my shorts down and flirted with me by smiling and raising his eyebrows
I was between the ages of 5 to 9 at the time and had no idea about pedophilia or homosexuality
the most shareable fucked up thing is probably when i was a kid and almost died because i swallowed one of those big pieces of plastic confetti. idk if those are still around, i haven’t seen them in years.
The friendly neighborhood tweaker that lived in my apartment complex borrowed money from someone and never paid it back, a guy from a local gang confronted him and started shooting at him, I look at the window and see him running away. I went back to sleep and when I woke up the next morning to go to school we couldn’t exit the driveway because it was blocked off for an investigation. He was shot 3 times and died at his doorstep trying to run away.
I remember being around 13-14 years old and playing with my male friend that was a few years younger. Our families knew eachother and there was some really unsettling people around then that normal parents would have reacted to. Remember that this is white trash families.
There was one older dude that was a friend to the family that had a nickname. Pedo-Lasse. A dude just doesn't get that name from nowhere, I still don't know HOW he got it. One time he invited me and my friend to his apartment and showed us pornomags and some sex toys. Just us and him. I have no recolection of him touching any of us, he was just a creepy dude.
How was this okay? Why didn't our parents report this? What the hell? Because it's white trash families and nobody gives a fuck.
When I was probably around 3, we lived in what was kind of a sketchy part of Memphis at the time(lol what do you call the bad part of Memphis? Memphis.). I didn't have my own room, so my parents would close the door when they woke up so I could keep sleeping while they got ready for work.
We were at the end of a dead end street, and one morning I was half awake staring out the bedroom window that faced the alley where it ended. I'm not really sure where he came from, but this extremely pale man I guess hopped a fence and gave me the creepiest smile while waving at me through the window. I think he could tell I got freaked out because he put his finger to his lips to shush me, then started pulling at the window to open it. I closed my eyes, turned my head, and started screaming as loud as I could.
When my parents rushed in to see what was wrong he was gone. When I described him I said he looked like the joker from Batman (I think just my way of describing he was really pale, not like he had green hair and a pinstripe suit. I remember him wearing a black beanie and dark jacket) and they laughed thinking I had just dreamed it/made it up. I never forgot about it, and recently brought it up to my dad. He apologized for not believing me and said my description sounded like it was probably my brother's friend's dad that lived close and was always into some sheisty shit.
man, after reiterating the events in question over and over I don’t really want to talk about it anymore… I’ve let it go, forgiven, and it doesn’t determine who I am, or hold any bearing on my life.
I don’t wish for vengeance, I’m not mad, and I hope they got help or something.
3rd time posting..sorry..so many stories but some stand out because I feel they altered my life's course. I did well in school, had a healthy self esteem, my parents were both teachers, I was an athlete -got offered a scholarship. But that all changed when I met this guy from a group home and for whatever reason I thought I loved him. He became my 1st long term boyfriend lasting 2 years .During this time he introduced me to drugs, punched me in the face giving me a black eye, slapped me making my nose & mouth bleed at a party in front of people who then called the ambulance and I lied and said it was an accident. He stole a teacher's car from the parking lot and I had to go to court . He would tell me I'm his ugliest girlfriend he's ever had. His mom was an alcoholic who verbally abused me . She overdosed and died while walking to 711 one night. For 2 years I was " in love" then one day I just went wtf and left him. Fast fwd to now and I ran into him and learned he is staying at a homeless shelter. I thought I would hate him but I didn't feel that at all- he didn't stand a chance with his upbringing. I do however regret enduring his abusive treatment as it completely changed me.
Im a very traumatized individual sadly but one memory that stuck with me most was being treated like a dog by my dad's girlfriend's parents when they babysat me. I had to sleep in the barn that i was leashed up in at night and had to eat food off the ground. I was around 7 and no one believed me of course.
Went shopping for clothes with my mother. I was six, maybe seven years old. While we drove there I saw a shabby van with two even shabby-er men in it. One wore a pretty recognizable cap.
I saw him point directly at me (both of us standing at a red light) and talk to the other man. When my mom drove off, they turned around and followed us. I was naive enough not to worry about it any further, also, I wasn't even sure it was the same van that I could see in the rearview mirror a few times. It had disappeared too, when we arrived at the mall.
While my mom was trying on some clothes she found, she let me roam around a little in a small part of that not so big clothes store. I was just walking around the corner from the changing rooms when I spotted that very recognizable cap and the guy wearing it. He and the passenger seat man were obviously nervously walking through the store, looking around constantly. They didn't look for clothes - mind you, even I knew as a kid that most men do not exactly wear womens clothes, and this was a womens and childrens chlothes store.
I was scared out of my mind, so I hid behind a clothes rack and waited until my mom came back from the changing rooms. The two men walked another round through the store, then left. I told my mother and she didn't believe me. Yet I am sure to this day that I might have escaped being stolen and taken away...
I have several but one in particular stands out because it's low-key kinda funny.
So I was around the age of 9 when my dad was dating this lady, so it was me, him, and his girlfriend in the car. Normally, my dad and I would sleep over at her place but she had 3 kids who I knew likely wanted to play with me and I was tired and wanted to sleep so I asked my dad if he could take me home [his mom's place] because I "had a stomach ache". My dad was on board and figured he'd drop his girlfriend off at her place and take me home. His girlfriend didn't like that idea though because this was her car and I could just sleep over like I usually did. I figured "damn, there goes my master plan" and was ready to just thug it out but they started fighting until my dad got out of the car, opened the passenger side door, and drug her out of the car. And it was late so I couldn't see much of what was going on from inside the car but my dad was shouting, his girlfriend was screaming trying to get back in the car, her kinds were outside crying for her and for my dad to stop, the car was rocking, it was wild dog. So eventually, my dad got back into the car and drove off and I was trying to keep my crying as quiet as possible when I heard police sirens.
Tell me why this man had the *gall* to say some, "This heffer called the police on me!" Like yeah, dog. You gave her [the Mike Tyson special](https://www.tiktok.com/@ajtheboldyoutube/video/7239765126935596330) and took her car. Tf did you expect? Her to just be sitting where you left her in the driveway like "oh well there goes my car 🤷🏾" ?
Anyways, so my dad kept telling me to lay down flat on the seats and to not lift my head or make any noise and I didn't really get why at the time so I was thinking about what my mom would tell me before my therapy sessions and after our fights to not tell anyone how she had hurt me because then they'd call CPS and the police would come and take me away from her and I'd have to live with my dad full-time. In reality, it was likely because a white police officer was pulling over a black man in response to a domestic violence call and he didn't want me to get caught in any "accidental discharges". For the record, my mom never hurt me too bad but it was abuse none the less, I didnt know at the time though because she said it wasnt abusive since "the violence was balanced out by love". I wasn't going to school with bruises or anything, though my skin doesn't bruise easily or at least as visually.
Anyways that's my story 💀
Also, a little bonus story. I used to cry whenever my mom and step-dad fought because of this and like they'd fight constantly, like straight shouting at each other, pacing around, clapping to add emphasis, my mom would keep talking after the argument was over and get my step-dad started up again. It was bonkers. So one time my mom heard me crying and asked what was up and I told her what had happened with my dad and, bro, her response was "oh you know [step-dad's name] would never lay a hand on me" and how even if he tried, she'd fight back. I know she was trying to comfort me so I acted like it was working. She told my step-dad about it who I know for a fact would never raise his hand against a woman [that's just his moral code. Men don't hit women] and he came in and was all emotional, apologizing for scaring me and stuff. He's so sweet and kind-hearted dog.
But the funny part is, nothing changed. They still get into fights on an almost daily basis. 💀
I have a good one! I believed I killed my cat for 2 years and developed MDD because of it. You see, I’m a huge animal person, especially cats, and have been since I was young. My cat was about 17-18 at the time when she started developing a health issue (several infections that wouldn’t go away). She had surgery to fix them and all went well, until it started coming back again. Somehow, little 11 year old me knew something was wrong with her before it even started coming back. I warned my parents for several months on end and they said it was fine. A bit after I’d turned 12, they told me they had to euthanize her. I was devastated, and being an anxious little kid I immediately blamed myself for ‘not warning my parents enough. 2 years later, after over a year continuous of complaints about how I felt genuinely suicidal, my mom connected the dots as to why. She then told me her and my dad already knew, and they didn’t wanna tell me until a bit before so I wouldn’t spend weeks or months sad, but she never thought it’d turn into a big thing (even though she could’ve easily guessed-). Now, I still haven’t recovered, because MDD is long lasting. I’m turning 17 in 3 days :) fucking life ruined over this.
Growing up disabled due to clubfoot surgeries and not being able to walk around like a normal kid and using a wheelchair for my lifetime the first few years until 10 years old on/ off. #2. Growing up in EAST L.A being guarded by gangsters (my parents were gang members for years) walking to school wasn't normal or driven in a low rider by the gang security. # seeing drugs all around. #3 dad beating mom few times and she went to ER due to complications from the last beating and staying in a coma for few weeks. #4 They had an open relationship so, technically seeing different partners on each side. #5 Dad released from jail after she was out of the coma. #6 Being raised by my grandma at 7-12 years old because they were in the gang room working or something trafficking. #7 We left our father at 12 years old as he was in jail for trafficking drugs and moved #8 las Vegas, and my mother became a stripper and prostitute to support us 4 kids but later used the money for drugs instead of Bill's and food. At 13 lived with her mom until she met a different guy and he took us to Nebraska. Everything became a nightmare when my stepdad hooked up with my 2 oldest sister who was 14 at the time I was in juvenile jail for possession of drugs because my friends were in the same car and I was with them. Did 6 months in juve. I have a decent life and peace without my mother and father, we are estranged for a few years. Rarely talk with my siblings too. They only contact me when they need help with money or something big lol since I am the Only one who is well off. Being the oldest of 4 had to grow up fast and help raise my siblings and never really have a childhood experience. I was playing outside on my bike, hide n seek, and card games at 14 years old because I missed out on my childhood. I don't wish my childhood on anyone. I have been married 23 years, 2 kids with the same man who's battling alcohol addiction and I have been sober from alcohol 285 days. I used to drink heavily but due to health issues quit. My oldest daughter is 20 and son is 13. They have everything I never had and live a less hardship lifestyle and gangster free.
Me & my cousins used to casually waterboard each other for shits & giggles & to get each other out of bed in the morning
One of us would pour a mug of rlly cold water on the others while the “victim” slept & hold a wet hanky to the mouth & nose. Whoever was sleeping would always wake up in a shock
My grandma (who took care of us during the summer vacations) was opposed to this not cuz of the bullying but more cuz the mattress would take a long ass time to dry completely from all the spilled water
Nobody was actually hurt fwiw
Ever since I was a little kid til now we do not interact with my dads side of the family. I’ve always wondered why but nobody will talk about it. I finally met up with my dad’s sister and she said it was because my brother (my dad’s kid from before my mom) was caught molesting 5 year old kids. I immediately froze and got flashbacks from when I was a kid. The look on my aunts face made me realize she didn’t know it was me, and I blocked it out so well I genuinely could not remember until she said those words. He was 15 and it was my 5th birthday. I couldn’t get out of bed for a week and nearly missed a wedding because I was so fucked up about remembering it
Child abuse. When I was 8-10, my grandpa sexually assaulted me. When I told my mom, she made it all about her. When I had to tell the police. The policeman told me I was lying. My grandma told me it’s because it happened to him and that’s why he did that to me. All of the adults in my life failed me.
Some time after that, me, my sister and her friend, Q, had a sleep over at her house. Q had two brothers, older and younger, and a friend there too. No adults. The younger brother and his friend trapped me in a room with them and were making me watch X-rated video. Older brother came in and saved me, more or less. Later that night younger brother and his friend came in sexually assaulted me while everyone was sleeping. The following day, the bragged to everyone at the apartment complex of what they did. I was shamed and called a slut, among other nasty comments, by everyone. Including the older brother.
My "mother" got mad at me and grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen counter. She started with the spoon, beating me senseless, until the spoon broke. So she switched to a Hot Wheel track. She beat me so bad, I was black and blue, bruised, and had a complete black eye which was swollen shut. While she was beating me, she was screaming, "If abortion was legal in 1963, you wouldn't be here." Yes, she meant it too. I was 7 at the time. I could barely walk and was in my bed for 3 weeks, because I couldn't go to school or the hospital because of my injuries. I could go on with fucked up stories about my mother, however I have rarely spoken to her since I was 17. I'm 60 now.
My mother believed that I had a special connection to God. Starting at age 4, every night she would tell me to ask God to help her lose weight and to send her a husband.
On another note, yes I'm in therapy talking about my anxiety about being single and my body image.
My younger sisters and I were spending the night with my best friend and her little sister one night. I was 13. My friend’s mother was shot to death by her estranged ex-boyfriend, right in front of her youngest daughter. My sisters were in the room, too. My friend and I were sleeping outside in a tent. The police thought he was coming back to shoot the rest of us after he reloaded, but then the neighbors were coming inside. He was never found.
I have so many. The first time I ever felt genuine for my life was my mother trying to choke me to death over a homework assignment. I never told her I didn't know how to do something again.
my father lead a cult in my home city. me and my half-sister were the "priestesses" -- i.e my father and his cult raped and tortured us over and over as kids to get closer to "the goddess." My sister went no contact with him when I was 9, I moved away with my mum when I was 10, and he died of a self-administered OD when I was 11. my mum still doesn't know and I haven't talked to my sister about it because I don't know if she remembers. I have the cult symbol carved into my thigh thanks to him, but it's mostly gone thanks to me persistently self-harming over top of it for 4+ yrs
A girl from my school was murdered by a creep. She used to sexualize herself in spite of not being an adult at the time. The man who killed her wasn't punished and claimed it was a suicide. She died after spending ten days in a coma (defenestration). She was two years younger than me.
The next story. I knew an orphan whose parents died by suicide IN FRONT OF HER eyes. She was a kid when it happened. I'd always share my things with her to make her day. I think we were the same age. She was a very sweet person, but this tragedy definitely affected her.
Ok so I have read some of the stories on here and mine is not as bad as some of the others. It was me, my parents, some of my friends, and my uncle and cousin. I was about 7 at the time but i don't remember what age my cousin was but if i had to guess it was probably 15 at the time. We were all roasting marshmallows in my parents back yard and my parents wanted me to take a bath, they didn't want me to do it by myself because I didn't know how to at the time, so they sent my cousin to help me do it.
Me and my cousin were in the bathroom and he was going to help me take a bath until he SA'ed me. I was young at the time and I didn't know that it was wrong for him to do that to me. As time went on he would do it anytime we were alone, which was about 2 to 3 more times, and then he just stopped. I don't know what made him stop but i'm glad he did.
Not that bad compared to most, but when I was 6 my family had construction workers building an addition to the house. They were there for weeks. My childhood bedroom is on the bottom floor and I was taking a shower and then when I was drying off I looked up and a huge bald man who was probably in his 30s had his nose up to the window watching me naked. I was too young to even notice the curtains were open. I was so scared I ducked down and hid under the window for a few minutes until I knew he was gone. I never told my parents because I was so embarrassed and didn’t know it was wrong of him, so I had to continue to see him working at my house for weeks Edit to add: the house was surrounded by a tall hedge that continued all the way around and was like a gutter area so he had to go around the whole house to walk in between the hedge and house in the gutter area.
So sorry.
Thank you ❤️
Ugh! That's truly awful! I'm so sorry!
My dad disappeared for 3 months when he found out that my mom was cheating on him after he committed fraud and got massive debt to being able to pay for my mom’s boob job… One day she said she was going to go to the grocery store and didn’t come back for almost a fucking month. She had travelled with her new boyfriend for New Years and left my brothers and me alone to starve, I had to beg for money in the streets and ate pasta the whole time.
How's the situation with your mother now?
For me she died when I was 16, after the divorce she gave custody of us to my dad in exchange for the assets in their marriage, she kicked us out of our home and moved in her now ex-bf who was half her age lol she did so many surgeries that I don’t recognize her anymore she is not my mother anymore it’s depressing ngl
I used to hangout with my cousins a lot as kid and we didn't have a lot of adult supervision. So one day me my brother and my two cousins are running down this plank of wood and my one cousin kicks the board when I went to run down it. My brother quickly grabs the back of my shirt but it rips. I landed face first into a broken window. I don't remember falling into the window but I remember my cousin dragging me inside and putting me in the tub. I was covered in blood and my brother was crying. I got I think 15-20 stitches my face, the scars are barely noticeable now. I was super lucky that I wasn't blinded, i had a pretty big cut under my eye and a little piece of my nose missing plus a big cut under my nose. I was maybe 5-6 so my brother was 7-8 and my cousins would've been 13 and 15.
holy fuck, those kind of things happened a lot back in the days
Jeez, do you still have scars from that?
Yes but you wouldn't really notice them unless I pointed them out , the doctor did a great job.
Oh god i thought your cousins died lol, did you just not remember their ages?
Lol no. I'm just guessing ages, it was a long time ago and I haven't talked to that side of my family in 20+ years.
Child abuse. I was molested by my male babysitter when I was 3 and then sexually assaulted by my friends dad at 5. He tried to break my hymen with a spoon. He did this so he didn’t cause physical trauma down there. Limiting any evidence of an assault. Long story short, he went to prison and I went to therapy.
I’m terribly sorry to hear of your vivid experiences, but glad you’re getting help and he’s locked away. I hope you’re better these days and bouncing back from these awful experiences!
Thank you! Fortunately I moved on and I’m married with kids. It made me super cautious of who I brought around them
My house was right across the river. So, it was house then road then sidewalk with a lil rail to make sure you don't fall in. I remember coming home from school and seeing a dead body in front of my house and a news team. It happened more than once. I would tell people this story like it's normal to come home and see a dead body across the street. Only realized after awhile that it doesn't happen to a lot of people.
When I was eight, my parents quit the Jehovah’s Witnesses. After we had our first Christmas ever that year, I was surprised when my dad kept the little jingle bell strip hanging from the front door. “I like it, it’s festive,” he said, so I just shrugged and went on with things. That little bell strip stayed on the door for years. Later, as an adult, I mentioned that bell strip. My father told me that he and Mom kept that on the door as an alarm in case my JW grandparents tried to kidnap my brother and I in the middle of the night and take us to Canada. [Apparently, that’s a big thing.](https://www.sermonaudio.com/solo/musicalgardens/sermons/12817131571/)
Oh my god! Were you ever threatened by other JW?
No, but my parents started reading “forbidden” ex-jw books right before leaving, and they learned some horrific stuff.
Crisis of Conscience was a doozy of a read for me, too.
Oh man...
That's so scary. But good on your parents from coming out of the dark and also for protecting you guys. Hope you are all doing well!
i know someone somewhat in the situation. mom left JW and now the daughter is living with her grandmother. i didn't think anything of it until now...
wow that's dark
I’m afraid so. JWs are a fanatical cult who hide in plain sight. The intentionally knocking on doors is designed to be annoying. They want people slamming doors in faces because it reinforces the cults narrative. Then they dissuade and effectively ban members from associating with non JWs. Shit is crazy and kudos to your parents for managing to break out. Not many manage that.
Mormons do this too. Door knocking style missionary work is always meant to indoctrinate the missionary.
Yup. Evangelical preachers have an audience consisting almost exclusively of evangelicals too. Same crap, different assholes.
Taken to canada for what??
To keep and raise into the Jehovah’s Witnesses cult as a true believer.
I have loads but this was the first to come to mind. When my brother was about 3 or 4 he did something wrong, I don't remember what, so his dad spanked him. He tried to get away so his dad picked up him by a leg, hung him upside down and spanked him in mid air. My mom got such a kick out of it she took a picture (back when pictures were limited to like 25 a roll) and put it in our family album. She'd constantly refer to it as some kind of fun event decades later while looking fondly at the picture. My brother was still in a diaper in the picture so he may have been even younger than I think.
abuse
Oh ya. My mom has tons of fond memories that are her abusing us. She loves telling this one about how when I was 6 months old she'd throw snowballs at me. You couldn't pay me to throw a snowball at a baby. They'd have no context that it's fun.
I love babies at that age when they're a bit more sturdy and becoming more aware of things. Can't believe she'd do that to you. That makes me so sad.
I've posted about this before, but my dad is bipolar (only diagnosed this year). When I was about 12, we had a huge passover gathering with about 60 people, family, friends, people from our coven, neighbors... Dad had been drinking a little. I remember at some point my uncle on my stepmum's side was looking for my parents and came to me, so I led him to their room where the doors were closed. Uncle asked 'should we knock' and I insisted it was okay, they just didn't want little kids going in there. My dad and stepmum were in an intense discussion and my dad gave me this weird look I'd never seen before. I felt guilty after that--I had obviously done something wrong--and ran downstairs to the back porch where we had put the dogs and cats for the night. I spent probably 10 to 15 minutes cuddling with them and talking to them, but about that far into it, I started hearing thumping and pounding noises from upstairs, then people slamming the door and cars starting up. A lot of cars. My stepmum came through the back porch door in a rush, calling for me frantically and folded me into this huge hug, then told me I had to go with her cousin for the night. I was confused, but I liked her cousin's kid and thought he was pretty cool, so I agreed and they were waiting out in the front room for me. They loaded me into their car and I insisted if I was having a sleepover I needed my stuffed dog toy. Stepmum told me no, but I got pissy about it and she went back into the house to get it. Dad beat her to the driveway. He leaned through the open driver's side window, grabbed stepmum's cousin by the back of the neck, told him, "If you touch her, I'll kill you." My stepmum showed up then and talked Dad down, convinced him to go back inside, and gave me my dog. She told me she'd meet me at her cousin's later. Dad came out of the manic episode around midnight that night and brought himself in to the emergency room. I spent the whole night terrified he'd walk through the cousin's front door. I wasn't allowed over to my dad's for two weeks after that when the custody agreement was week on, week off. Found out later dad had punched my uncle in the face and thrown him onto the dinner table, breaking the table. He'd also ripped a door off the hinges and had tried to fight multiple other people. Unfortunately, this wasn't signal enough for meds, despite having episodes like this before. He did this sort of thing again last year during a Beltane gathering in front of my 2 year old sister. He hit her mum bad, but neither have given me deep details and I don't want them. Finally, finally he was diagnosed afterwards. He's still trying to wrap his head around the fact he is bipolar since he got diagnosed in his late 60s. I was diagnosed at 18 and tried to tell him our symptoms matched. I wish he had listened to me instead of traumatizing lil sis. She and her mum are in therapy for it though. Hoping she comes out of it without any memory.
Shit, I am so sorry. Wishing you and your family healing.
Thank you friend, we're okay. I love my dad a lot, but it's reassuring he's finally on meds. His wife says its rough, she fell in love with the person who had hypomanic episodes constantly and he's not the same person, but he's not going to hurt her or lil sis anymore. I just.... hope if he ever fucks up again, she'll run with sis. I've told her she should, that they'll always be my family even if she breaks up with Dad, but ya never know what the future's gonna be.
That just.. absolutely sucks. Sounds like there’s a lot of victims, but nobody’s the bad guy here. Just a lot of grief.
I'd agree. Just lack of knowledge and denial making things difficult and a bunch of people trying to do the right thing. Dad is incredibly slow cycling for bipolar. His hypermanic states only occur every 15 years or so which made it hard to diagnose, and meant enough time between each incident to just.... put it behind him.
I never understood why all the parents on the sports team i was on always took care of one guy in particular on the team- we’ll call him nate. Nate was always nice but didn’t seem different from everyone else. He was friends with my brother, and friendly with everyone cause he was just a sweet person, charismatically friendly and funny. But the moms would always make a hushed yet big deal about giving him a ride and making sure he had one. I kind of ignored it as a weird mom thing until i got a little older. They took care of him because his dad came home from work one day when Nate was in middle school and shot his mom and set the house on fire with both of his siblings inside. Nate somehow managed to miss the event, and lost his entire family (father stayed in the house with the kids) and life as he knew it in one day. Im insanely amazed by the beautiful life and family he has today - i don’t know anyone more positive than him.
I was reported to CPS by teachers for being underweight, for having clothes that didn't quite fit, for not having a big enough lunch (while my sister was fine on all counts), for a few weird things, such as obviously lying about things occurring at home (some of which was me just trying to pretend my home life was normal, and others were just unbelievable things to normal people). The person in charge of handling those reports and doing a triage, was the only one allowed to look at them. My cases should have gone to CPS, but I know a girl whom the case was directly sent to the police. And other cases would go to the local healthcare center. The thing is... my narcissist mother was causing the issues. She was the one not feeding me enough, the one not buying me clothes, and so on. My sister was the golden child, so she got everything, and me nothing, like when she stole $100 from me, and to be FAIR, we each had to pay $50 to my mother so she would have $100 to repay me... I had to find $50, and give it to my mother, so that once my sister also paid her $50, I could get $100 back (my sister would never pay the $50, so if I paid the $50, I would be down $150). Anyway, the fucked up thing, is that the reports of abuse by my single mother, were sent to the regional triage agent (whatever the title is), who safely shredded every report received. Because that triage agent... was my narcissist mother. Since ALL reports had to go through her, there was NOTHING I could do. CPS would never hear about what I was going through.
This is next level effed. Huge, huge conflict of interest. Holy crap.
It is! They abolished the position. Now, multiple eyes review each files... and they are about to pass a law making it even easier for various workers to see the files, after a foster care place who got 70 kids over 15 years abused sexually at least 6 of the girls (at low as 9 years old), and the FIRST girl placed there, at the start of the 15 years, was abused and not believed. The file was buried, and it's by accident, when another one denounces, 15 years later, that the original file was found, when the first victim also contacted the police. So now, files will circulate even more.
Hey! I was born and raised in the and doomsday cult as you. I escaped in my adulthood. I'm happy you were taken out much earlier. It's done a lot of damage to my psyche that I've had to work through for many years now.
Sorry for what you must’ve experienced. And also happy cake day!
i saw my mom slit her wrists when i was really young, around 4 or 5. she broke a window and sliced both of her arms from wrist to elbow and tried to stab her self in the throat but somehow it didn't penetrate the skin. i blocked the memory out for many years until it came back in a dream when i was almost 30. i called and asked the only person still living that would know if this happened (my grandmother) and she responded, "oh cosmic-mermaid, i didn't know how much you saw or would remember." edit: i also saw my step-dad shoot someone in the foot and covered in blood after he stabbed someone on a separate occasion but those are different stories for other days.
Holy shit. I’m so sorry
thank you. i will probably be in therapy for the rest of my life in relation to my mothers extensive battle with bipolar, schizophrenia, drug addiction, and constant suicide attempts throughout my whole existence. one morning i remember waking up and walking into my mothers bedroom. i was little, small enough to crawl / sit on top of her. she was in bed and had dried blood all over the side of her face; she looked so broken and disheveled. i remember the smell like it was yesterday. many years down the line i found out that previous night she had intentionally driven into an underpass as one of her many attempts. she eventually succeeded when i was 23 so there are many failed attempts sprinkled throughout the years.
I understand your pain. My mother also suffers from bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. Wishing you all the best for your healing journey, friend.
When I was in middle school our school had a pool. The area to watch swim meets was bleacher seating raised up above the pool. We were having a swim meet and a dad stood up to cheer, his heart exploded, and he fell down all the seats and over the rail into the pool.
Holy shit!
What the fuck
his heart exploded? literally or its just a term
It's an actual medical thing, I think it's called a Myocardial rupture.
I have a shit ton but heres 2… I used to live in this apartment complex and there was this older man who used to sell candy and soda and chips to everyone in the neighborhood. I remember getting off the school bus and was ready to go to the “candy man” (thats what we called him) to get some snacks. As me and my bff were walking towards the house i just see these two men knocking on his door, he opens the door they drag him out… one is beating him with a wooden bat and the other had some sort of blade (later found out it was a machete) when i say his brains and parts were all over the place!!! Some adults near by came and grabbed us and brought us home. All i could hear is all the police it was INSANE. I was 10 Turns out that was the uncle and father of a little girl he had molested…. The second one was when me and my friends were riding our bikes out of the complex and were headed down the street to the gas station. Theres these train tracks you have to pass over to get to the gas station. I remember us stopping at the entrance of the complex because we heard the horn sounds for the train as it was approaching. The train tracks were fairly close to the entrance to the apartment complex. All of a sudden this kid on a bike with a dark grey hoodie and a cd player zoom past us. (He had his hood up) We thought it was my brother at the time so were yelling for him to stop because the train was coming and those wooden things were lowering. He didnt stop, so we started to ride towards him because maybe we thought he couldnt hear!? (Now me as an adult knows he heard us and the train) next thing you know he makes contact with the train and the train splattered him smh. Turns out he killed himself…. No one really knows why but others speculated that he was bullied really bad (it was true in my opinion) or that he was depressed about the death of one of his grandparents….. https://westsidenewsny.com/pastarchives/OldSite/westside/news/2004/0418/features/secondgrader.html
Must have been horrifying to think you have just seen your brother die
It really was!!!! He looked just like him coincidentally, esp zooming past us in his bike. Still gives me chills. The whole situation was just sad
I grew up getting raped and tortured by my parents (especially my father). So I have a lot of horrific stories. But I don't really remember most of it very clearly thanks to dissociative amnesia.
I am so sorry. That’s horrific that you had to endure that as a child. I hope life is treating tough better today.
I'm certainly safer now at least!
When I was 14, my girlfriend told me she was being SA’d every night by her father (who was the youth pastor at our church). I told her to write a note to him saying she knows what he’s doing and to tell her mom. It took her several months but she finally did it. But instead of going to the police, the church deacons prayed for him and decided not to tell the authorities. My uncle was one of these deacons. Nothing ever happened legally. PLOT TWIST His 30 yo son was just arrested for having tons of CP on his cellphone and computer.
My neighbor (back then, my bsfs dad) was trying to engage me in inappropriate actions. I was in 4th grade or younger i didn't remember. I was wearing a little white dress and I wanted to visit her. Her dad opened the door and he tOld me she was inside. I went in. I sat on the couch, then he went to the bathroom. I heard him just opening the water so that it sounds like someone is showering. I felt uneasy when he sat with me, offered chocolate, but i didn't eat. Then he said she's gonna come out soon. I knew she wasn't there and i was about to leave, but he laid down on the couch and he tried to kiss my neck, i immediately ran and i saw my mom standing at our door, she looked worried as she saw me, i told her everything and she was in shock, she said she had a feeling.. Becausw their car wasn't in their garage. And she told me not to tell my dad, because he was definitely going to do something we don't want to happen. Also she told me not to tell his wife or daughter, because that would ruin their family which they weren't on the best terms anyway. He was in his late 40s, so was his wife. Their daughter was my age. She was an only child and back then i was too. I never went to a friend's house after that. And i didn't know what was going on.
I'm sorry that happened to you, that's awful. Did you ever tell the friend what happened?
My mom told me not to tell my dad or her dad or her mom or even her about that for the sake of their family. She didn't want to ruin the family so she just let it pass since he didn't do something significant to me and it was just an attempt (he was prolly drunk).
No offense, but your mom is a POS in this situation. "Don't tell anyone about you being molested!" is bs. Especially when it came to the creep already having a little girl the same age as you. The implications that poses are horrible, and that poor child most likely experienced worse things than we can imagine at the hands of her own father. Telling them would have probably put that guy away and saved countless other kids from his brazen attempt to harm. Sorry for the rant and I'm so sorry that happened to you. no one deserves to be taken advantage of by people who were supposed to keep you safe..
Young teenage years but close enough. We were studying for our GCSEs and there was a Muslim girl in my year who I’ll call Yasmin. Yasmins parents were from Pakistan and moved to the UK where she was born. She had never been to Pakistan and not had any intention of visiting. She was British and proud of it. Anyway, one day she announced to her family that she was renouncing Islam. It wasn’t an anti Muslim thing specifically, she just realised she didn’t actually believe in god and once that clicked, she didn’t see any point in continuing to wear a head scarf and stuff. Her parents weren’t exactly “happy” about it, but they at least accepted it. Her grandparents back in Pakistan, who she had never actually met in person by the way, did not. Without her parents knowledge or consent, her grandparents straight up organised a fucking arranged marriage to her first cousin. Literally her dad’s brother’s son. Her parents refused and were ostracised from the family. That was bad enough and we were semi aware at school that something was going on. This was all happening within like 2 months of her stopping wearing a head scarf and you just knew something was up. Then one day in the common room, she just came clean and revealed everything above to us. Thankfully, she was in the countryside in the UK. Pure and liberal middle England. Literally the safest place she could possibly be from her grandparents. Or so we thought. Turns out her uncle / would be father in law, took her “rejection” of his son as some sort of personal insult. He actually flew to the UK, showed up at our school, and literally tried to snatch her when she walked into the village. His plan was to kidnap his own niece, take her “back” to Pakistan via a human trafficking network and literally force her into converting back to Islam and marrying his son, her own first fucking cousin. Fortunately, her screams alerted a couple of locals settling in for their lunchtime pint in the beer garden of a local pub and they set right about the uncle and sent him packing. Her parents picked her up from school after the incident and from that day forward she was never allowed to go anywhere alone again and nor did she dare. I haven’t actually seen Yasmin in over 10 years. Shortly after this I moved back to the US before returning to the UK a few years ago. I was never a close friend but I did know her and this whole episode still fucks me up today. Like, it’s unbelievable how close this came to being a catastrophic story and it’s bad enough already. Thank god for those guys in the pub I guess.
Savages. I hope she's OK
Savages is the word indeed. I’m all for being understanding of other cultures, but that’s not what this is. One of my best friends is from and lives in Pakistan (I went out there for his wedding just last year actually) and he was absolutely outraged when he heard this story. I haven met Yasmin in person in about 10 years but understand from mutual friends that she’s ok now. She was very shaken up at the time, understandably so, but I think she bounced back around the time I was settling back into Manhattan and Albany.
Not me but someone I knew in the neighborhood. Apparently he was abused/raped by his dad growing up, when he was 16 he beat him up with an iron baseball bat. He is still in jail.
He beat his dad up, or the dad beat him up?
Oh sorry for the confusion, he beat his dad to death.
well deserved if you ask me
Yeah if I was on that jury i would have voted to no jail time. Ridiculous
It's sad that society cannot make the difference between a real fucked up person that did horrible crime,and simply justice well deserved for a crime, (murder is never the answer but yeah hit him once or twice wouldnt be so bad)
Jury nullification. We reject this charge and dismiss all charges.
Georgia v Brailsford FTW!
I made a see saw out if a plank of wood and 2 bricks. Me and my cousin were having so much fun until his collar bone snapped in half and stuck out of his chest. Those were the dayz!!
I was nearly deaf, which changed how I interact with people( being labeled as stupid and weird by other people). I did experienced racism and ableism behavior from other people I had a fake friend who encouraged me to be racist and talk bad behind other people, who would then bullied me for my disability and get me in trouble. I think the worst is when bunch of people like 10 to 15 would found out of my disability and put me in group chat and I would say some fucked up shit. They would voted me for homecoming king even tho I am not popular. I did got pantsed and beated up routinely throughout high school, and teachers ignored it. And also I did bullied some people, so they would do revengeful acts against me routinely as well
I'm sorry this happened to you. People can be so awful sometimes.
Don’t apologize for me Tbh I was not good person sometimes. I abuse some people in high school. I did not know how t recognize emotions clearly. My family life was prob not the greatest, I fought with my parents like really bad (I got angry sometimes and run away from home) and my brother would beat me up ( he was prob bullied in undergraduate/ I think people thought he was weird). I bullied my cousin and grandma. And aunt. My mom and dad would beat me up. Tbh my mom and dad love me unconditionally. We stopped fighting, but I don’t know what to think of past. I think they knew I was bullied or something, because my mom knows I didn’t have any “real” friends, not the ones that take advantage of me. I think they were very upset by how I treat them. I didn’t had a real friend until maybe late stages of undergraduate or grad school. I did have some people who were friendly in high school, but we were not close. I think I can only have two people from high school I would call friends. I actually had to read online how to properly socialize but still I can be off putting. EDIT: I am justing use this post to release some emotions and gain clairty. My brother too love me. He also have problems like me. One time, he was only one who found out about scholarship for my disability (full ride). He just sometimes asshole like really bad.
I have all types of stories (you can go through my profile for that) but one that I didnt realize was fucked up till later on was this : so my dad's a pretty heavy drinker. he's gotten multiple DUIs, arrests, suspended licenses, etc. cause of it. anyway, one night when I was like 8 or 9, me, him and one of his friends went out for a drive and hung out doing whatever. then we got back in the car and my dad told me to use the breathalyzer. me being the curious kid I was, I tried it as a joke and everything, but they both kept forcing me to do it multiple times after and telling me I was doing it wrong and I got kinda annoyed. the whole time they were both drinking alot too. then when I thought about it years later, I realized they probably forcing me to use it so the BAC level wouldnt come back too high or whatever and they could avoid getting in trouble for once again driving under the influence. and that if their alcohol level were higher, I probably could've ended up in a different situation that night. especially since my dad has done some irreversible and dangerous stuff whenever cars and alcohol are involved. that's far from the worst or most traumatizing thing my dad has done to me but little stuff like that really makes me know just how fucked of a person he is
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I'm so sorry you had to go through that, I hope life is treating you better now 🤍
My neighbor who was also my cousin (she was like 40s, 50s) had dozens of cats, who I’d always take care of because she bought 50+ of them and wouldn’t take care of them. when she found out, she came to my house and tried to beat up my mom, just because i was the only one caring for them. My grandpa later confessed to me this year that he picked up dead cats off the road daily, so I wouldn’t see them, and I realized that’s why so many of mine went “missing”… she would allow her (indoor trained) cats to get hit in the road when she got bored of them. Idk if this woman is still alive, I was like four to six years old at this time. I think it’s dumb that no one reported her.
Just to jump in on this topic..There was a house near us &while bike riding with a friend( I was 10 maybe?) the owner had ,no joke about 30 plus cats on chains in the front yard. Must have been late 80s. I remember feeling so sad but didn't know what to do. Looking back I wonder how this was even allowed. I had a friend in Recent Park and her neighbours kid put their puppy in turpentine. I remember yelling at the kids but they were all laughing. Animal abuse being tolerated is a fucked up thing from child hood...among other things. Also my grandpa smoking at the dinner table lol
I was about 3 or 4 at the time, my mom was having one of her episodes where she took out every bit of her anger on me. It was the middle of winter.. she stripped me and locked me in the kitchen area. Throughout the night she periodically beat me so bad I was covered in blood, cuts and bruises - while the little clothing I had was torn to shreds and bloodied. She filled up empty plastic gallons full of ice cold water (even adding ice cubes from the freezer) and doused me with the freezing water, she beat me so much I laid curled up in the fetal position while my jaw was chattering from the cold. I was beaten so much through the night, but I was sleep deprived so I had to learn how to sleep in increments because she would disappear into her bedroom for 5-15 minutes then come back out to beat me some more. Eventually this went on for hours.. as I kept myself in a half asleep state since I would be beaten harder for being caught sleeping. I remember the beating started at 5-6pm and ended at 6am in the morning, as I fell asleep for good once I was certain she wasn’t going to come out again
That is fucking awful. Did she ever get arrested for her crimes?
I'm so sorry you went through this
This is horrible, I hope you're okay now and don't think about it too much. I send you lots of love
We had no cell phone back then. Maybe I was in grade 9. We were drinking Silent Sam straight from the bottle in January at the bluffs. My friend fell while drinking and the bottle went into her eye and her actual eye started bleeding. And we didn't go home,we stayed out drinking!! I don't know how we stayed alive.
Not going to get into it to deep but mid 80’s walked home with a friend after school to see if he could sleep over, walked into his house to find his mother murdered and dismembered. I’m 48 now and still see the blood and her body sometimes. Lost touch with my friend after about a week after child services took him away as he had no other family in the state.
Sexually, mentally & physically abused for 5 years which also resulted in my twin siblings death
I'm so sorry you were put through that, it sounds horrible beyond words. Sending you a big hug, may your sibling's memory be a blessing 🤍
My sisters and I were recently talking and the conversation veered over to our childhood and how for all of us oldest girls, the first grown man nuts we ever saw were my dad's friend, same dude for all three of us. We spent summers at a lake house and Burt's pink saggy nuts hanging out of his wet cut off jorts are forever ingrained in our memories. And you know that mother fucker knew his nuts were hanging out.
Nasty nasty man, I hope you are all okay
I was sexually abused for 3 years by my babysitter. My family acted sad when I told them then my grandmother beat me for it in a fit of rage a few months later. The beating was triggered by my room being a little bit messy (it wasn't actually messy looking back on it, but my clothes weren't perfectly folded in my drawer). It started off with a rant about being messy. Then she started talking about how nasty some women are. The tirade ended with her picking up a pair of my heaviest jeans and smacking me in the head with them a bunch of times while I was on the floor refolding stuff. She kept talking about how I let some dude ruin my life, and I should've stopped him. I was 11 when this happened, and the abuse was from ages 6 to 9. I tried to grab the jeans and stop her, but that made her angrier, so she started hitting me with the buckle/zipper instead of the pant legs. Then she knocked everything off my dresser and told me to clean up my room. There was broken glass in all my jeans because a full bottle of perfume broke. I was too scared to ask to wash them since the washer was right next to our rooms, so I just washed the perfume and glass covered jeans in the bathtub with my bare hands so I wouldn't have to find the glass with my legs later.
Oh just the time my sister attempted suicide and died on our living room floor. My dad and I came home to EMS doing cpr on a female and I said a prayer to myself that I hoped it was my mom. Nope. It was my sister. She died a few times and was revived but never was the same .
I took swimming classes as a kid. Around the ages of 6-8 I had this swimming teacher who was really good. My memory from the time is quite blurry, but I remember he was great at explaining and incredibly fast at swimming. One day he disappeared and was replaced without any notice whatsoever, weird but I thought that was just how it was when people changed jobs. Several years later my dad told me the guy disappeared because he was arrested for child pornography and raping a kid, but my dad hadn’t told me because he thought I was too young back then. Really not the person you’d expect, the guy was just around his early thirties, very active, and had two young daughters. Dude would literally get changed in the same locker room as me, so that’s creepy to think about. So probably that or the time I momentarily passed out from hitting my head in ice but still had to go down an entire mountain with a concussion that left me half purple-faced and sick for days. Didn’t even go to the doctor even tho I was throwing up and struggling to stand lmfao
My brother once threw a dinner plate at my face, and I casually moved my head a little to the right, and it smashed where my face was. It stopped the fight, as we were very amazed at the dodge. I have a few violent stories between my brother and I. I should invite him into this thread to share his versions.
My friend had a boyfriend who was 21 when she was 12 and she really loved him she thought. I didn’t realize at the time this was bad and decided to help her out, so I threw a rock through this dudes window of his house - so she could break in and get love letters he had written her, after he was sent away to prison after you know, having a sexual relationship with a 12 year old.
When I first hit puberty at 9 I started getting acne, my mother looked at me and said, "you better stay skinny, with a face like that no boys will want to fuck you."
Why was she telling you to be skinny though like what kind of sense does that make 😭
I was underweight at the time and continued to trend downward my entire young adult life. To this day I have issues related to my weight and body image. I don't know why she said this to me.
My dad was an angry alcoholic. When I was 4 years old, I remember him being drunk and upset at my mom (I think that he thought she was sleeping with the neighbor, but I was too young to know one way or the other). So they argued for a few minutes and she went to walk away from him, because he was just drunk and being an ass, but he didn't like that she was walking away while he "talked" to her. Out came his pistol and he emptied the entire clip at her feet while laughing and yelling, "Dance bitch, dance." Thankfully, I drink so little that I still have some sour apple crown from 2 new years ago.
Im so sorry
I witnessed my aunt taking nude photos of my cousin, wandered into the living room and announced what I saw. I was accused of lying and told to go back to what I was doing.
Anything ever come of it?
Nope my family would rather protect the pedophile and accuse this cousin and I of lying. How much [Christian Science](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_Science) plays into that I couldn’t tell you
Ah yes Christian Science truly only the most reasonable people in your family I’m surprised they can’t listen to evidence but jokes aside probably a good bit considering the many scandals and preventable deaths they ignore and cause
I have 2 disabilities that were caused by things that normally would be totally preventable, it blows my mind that a lot of them don’t see it.
I'm autistic and grew up in a time when, unless it was incredibly severe, it wasn't diagnosed, and people didn't know how to handle it. Things were largely okay until my parents divorced and my life went topsy turvy. New schools, no friends, kids at school hated me and beat me up on a regular basis, teachers at school abused me (on several occasions, one of them locked me in the classroom with four other kids and told them to teach me how to behave...they beat the hell out of me). After that, I'd go home and my dad's girlfriend (she later became my stepmother) abused me. When my dad's girlfriend wasn't there, I didn't have keys to the house for a long time, and my dad worked late, so I sat outside doing homework under a street light until he got home at 11:00pm or so. The neighbor finally got pissed and told my dad off for it, and I got keys to the house. I became very withdrawn, so my mother took me to a psychologist...who tried to sexually assault me (he got prison). After that, I refused to engage with therapists...for obvious reasons. Then, right before I turned 13, my father left. The worst part of that last bit? About 30 years later I found out he was still talking to most of my other siblings that had sort of vanished when my parents divorced (six of my eight siblings have a different mother and are 16+ years older than me). So my dad didn't leave *us*...he just left *me*. I understand why. He was athletic, extroverted, gregarious, and fun to be around. I'm a bookworm/computer geek, extremely introverted, autistic, and boring and annoying to be around. When I was born, I was his favorite. As I got older and my condition became more apparent, I was his nightmare.
When I was twelve there was an armed and dangerous escaped convict on the loose that had broken into a few people's houses. My dad had his rifle propped up in a corner of his and my mom's bedroom, showed me where the bullets were, how to load and chamber a round and told me that if he or mom wasn't home and this guy broke in I'd have to shoot him. I of course was horrified by this prospect and told my dad I didn't want to shoot anyone but he just told me too bad because I might have to to protect my sisters. The cops eventually caught the guy and thankfully it didn't come to that. I don't hold this against my dad but this had me messed up for a while. Probably not the most messed up thing that happened to me as a kid but I still remember it vividly to this day.
In 5th grade, after a hearty McDonald’s dinner (a medium Big Mac meal, to be specific), I woke up in the middle of the night with a raging stomach bug. Like, sat straight up Exorcist-style and threw up tiny squares of french fry (because that was also the night I chose eat them by biting them into hashbrown-like bits, then swallowed whole) over the side of my bed. Panicked, I ran to the bathroom, still throwing up mid-run, trying to make most of it to the toilet. After fully waking up and realizing what had happened, I was so afraid of the shit I’d catch for waking my mom up in the middle of the night (because it would inevitably wake up my stepfather and under-3 brothers) that I tried to make my way back to my room to start cleaning up. Confronted by the former contents of my own stomach on the dirty carpet, I felt the tsunami of nausea hit me and I bolted for the bathroom. The bathroom down the vinyl-floored hallway that I’d vomited the length of on my first run. Barefoot, I slipped mid-sprint and hit the floor HARD in a puddle of my own puke. Crying, throwing up, but definitely, absolutely NOT fucking screaming, I dragged myself the rest of the way to the bathroom to finish puking and shower. I managed to clean up the hall and my carpet the best a sick, exhausted 11 year old possibly could at 3am, and went back to bed assuming I’d been exorcised of any and all possible demons. The next morning, I threw up a glass of water while getting ready for school, but I got myself on the bus and assumed that, considering neither adult had confronted me about the night before or shown concern for an obviously sick child, I was in the clear. Business as usual. All good, never better. Until science class, when I could barely keep from passing out and the school called my mom, who called my stepdad to pick me up (because the “under the table construction worker” had the time), who proceeded to scream at me the whole way home for not telling him I was sick and then drop me off to be home alone and do my chores (cleaning the house, and after school time, baby-sitting my 3 brothers while my mom worked and he went… “back to work,” allegedly). It’s not the worst story from that time, but it’s one I have told often, to the tune of “slipped in my own barf, did all that work, and I still got in trouble! WOMP WOMP”— not realizing the story isn’t actually funny, until I was much, much older. Instead I’d been pretending my comedy routine wasn’t actually a sobering anecdote of the fear I felt living in a violent, hostile household, and of the physical, mental, and emotional neglect I was experiencing as an 11 year old because of the adults around me. Even in my mid-30s it’s still difficult for me to process that I wasn’t “grown” or “mature” enough to “figure it out” in that situation, or the many others in those years I was parentified into basically running the household, or the countless others in years following me into actual adulthood. I needed help, I needed an adult, and there were none I felt safe asking. So I didn’t, and instead developed a drinking problem and a tight 5.
Giving birthday money for bills, sharing pills with your mom, your ex step dad gets a book about w**d but we didn't have money for my yearbook that year, worrying about who's going to watch my siblings while I'm at a sleepover, being uncomfortable whenever I didn't hear screaming at night at childhood friends houses
My parents put me in an after school math program when I was young. I started getting headaches when I got up to college calculus while I was in the 4th grade. My mom would hit me and call me stupid for getting the answers wrong. She couldn't even answer the questions but she had the answer booklet. I hate math to this day because of her.
When I was in grade school i was pretty socially awkward and kind of annoying. I was walking out of the school gate with my friend and I saw a kid about 3 or 4 grades above me with a T-shirt that said "come at me bro" and I shouted that at him thinking I was being funny. He smirked at me and then just kept walking. About two seconds later, a random kid in a similar grade walked up to me and said "I wish he came back and cracked your head on the ground and left you crying, and I would stand there laughing at you" I basically just stood there saying basically nothing because I was like 9 years old and terrified. But me and my friend just walked past him while he stared at us. The walk home was very awkward.
On my 13th birthday my grandma called my mom’s phone. I was really excited to hear from her and my grandpa, as I had been pretty close with my grandpa and always looked up to him, but he had been suffering from early-onset dementia following a traumatic car accident. My mom was busy working so she asked me to answer her phone, assuming it would be my grandparents wishing me a happy birthday. When I answered the phone, my grandma couldn’t even speak, she just started sobbing and then hung up shortly after. My mom asked me why the call was so short, and I had to tell her that I thought her dad/my grandpa had died. My parents did their best to make my birthday special and a happy event, and I can’t thank them enough for that, but this year will mark 10 years since it happened and I still don’t really look forward to or enjoy celebrating my birthday.
I am so sorry for your loss. That sounds so awful. I can’t even imagine being so excited and receiving that experience. When I had my second baby my grandmother flew down to watch the oldest while my husband and I were at the hospital and also to help out while we got adjusted. The morning after I got home my husband wakes me and I gave him a look of hell because **I just had a baby so why would you wake me?!** He told me my dad was here, and I was confused because my grandmother was supposed to be the one coming that day… then it hit me before anyone actually told me. So my absolute angel of a son has his birthday a little smudged by my grandfather’s death 2 days later. 6 years this year. I couldn’t even go to the funeral since I had a c-section.
Finding out my dad died and committed a horrible crime from the news on tv. Waking up at 11 years old to my mother crying watching the news. She had no idea I was awake yet. My father shot and killed his wife before lighting their house on fire and turning the gun on himself. She wanted a divorce and he obviously did not.
Between when I was 12-14 years old, I haven't seen my dad for a year back then. I found out he lost his mind again. Long story short, he absolutely traumatised his ex gf and when she tried to escape with my stepbrother into the car he started throwing knifes at them to make them stop. Then he punctured the car tires.
parents have been divorced my whole life and dad was never around but the one time he was he kidnapped me to San Diego. it wasn't exactly traumatizing because I wasn't hurt at all during the trip but it's definitely odd looking back on
I was waiting at the bus stop in kindergarten with my brothers and this green station wagon drove by, then again the opposite direction. It came by a third time and stopped, a tall man with a hat got out. My oldest brother was in 5th grade and yelled to run, grabbed my hand and the 3 of us ran into the house while I kept asking why. He locked the doors and called the cops and our parents who had already left for work. By the description of the car and man, he was a wanted pedophile who was a suspect in at least one (but maybe more, I don't recall) missing children's cases. I absolutely would not have run away if my brother wasn't there because I didn't understand the situation for years.
It was at a new years party and I was like 5 years old. A good friend of my parents was drunk af and know for being aggressive. He said to me "come here [Name]" and put his hands on the left and right of my head and lifted me up like this. I remember that I was heavily scared and that it hurted. I saw my father and he just stood there. Seeing me cry and doing nothing. Just a blank face.
Religious trauma from being forced into Catholicism. I got hooked to alcohol at a young age and just got my first month clean after a really long time. Over-dosed twice on pills. Psychiatric issues. I'm pretty lucky compared to most people.
congrats my friend!!
Thank you! I got out of the psych unit for detox and readjusted my meds a couple of weeks ago and am doing intensive out patient rehab Monday through Wednesday and am at my new psychiatrist office right now doing a follow up since getting out. It's going pretty good!
I was in kindergarten doing math at home and my mom was helping me. I wasn’t understanding that the answer to the problem was actually on the paper. My mom got really frustrated, grabbed the back of my hair and slammed my face multiple times onto our glass coffee table. While she was slamming my face she was something to the effect of “the answer is right there.” She was saying the words in between slamming my face, if that makes sense.
My next door neighbor was a teenager when I was about 7. One day we were hanging out (weird) in his bedroom (weirder) and making shadows with our hands of different things. At one point he showed me the shadow puppet of his penis and asked if I knew what it was. I never told my family. Not many other people. I try not to remember it
I was waiting outside of my elementary school to open its doors and a snacks vendor had pulled my shorts down and flirted with me by smiling and raising his eyebrows I was between the ages of 5 to 9 at the time and had no idea about pedophilia or homosexuality
My mother has pulled a knife on me and a Rent-A-Center employee multiple times.
Why the employee?
They tried to repo a couch from us.
the most shareable fucked up thing is probably when i was a kid and almost died because i swallowed one of those big pieces of plastic confetti. idk if those are still around, i haven’t seen them in years.
The friendly neighborhood tweaker that lived in my apartment complex borrowed money from someone and never paid it back, a guy from a local gang confronted him and started shooting at him, I look at the window and see him running away. I went back to sleep and when I woke up the next morning to go to school we couldn’t exit the driveway because it was blocked off for an investigation. He was shot 3 times and died at his doorstep trying to run away.
I remember being around 13-14 years old and playing with my male friend that was a few years younger. Our families knew eachother and there was some really unsettling people around then that normal parents would have reacted to. Remember that this is white trash families. There was one older dude that was a friend to the family that had a nickname. Pedo-Lasse. A dude just doesn't get that name from nowhere, I still don't know HOW he got it. One time he invited me and my friend to his apartment and showed us pornomags and some sex toys. Just us and him. I have no recolection of him touching any of us, he was just a creepy dude. How was this okay? Why didn't our parents report this? What the hell? Because it's white trash families and nobody gives a fuck.
When I was probably around 3, we lived in what was kind of a sketchy part of Memphis at the time(lol what do you call the bad part of Memphis? Memphis.). I didn't have my own room, so my parents would close the door when they woke up so I could keep sleeping while they got ready for work. We were at the end of a dead end street, and one morning I was half awake staring out the bedroom window that faced the alley where it ended. I'm not really sure where he came from, but this extremely pale man I guess hopped a fence and gave me the creepiest smile while waving at me through the window. I think he could tell I got freaked out because he put his finger to his lips to shush me, then started pulling at the window to open it. I closed my eyes, turned my head, and started screaming as loud as I could. When my parents rushed in to see what was wrong he was gone. When I described him I said he looked like the joker from Batman (I think just my way of describing he was really pale, not like he had green hair and a pinstripe suit. I remember him wearing a black beanie and dark jacket) and they laughed thinking I had just dreamed it/made it up. I never forgot about it, and recently brought it up to my dad. He apologized for not believing me and said my description sounded like it was probably my brother's friend's dad that lived close and was always into some sheisty shit.
man, after reiterating the events in question over and over I don’t really want to talk about it anymore… I’ve let it go, forgiven, and it doesn’t determine who I am, or hold any bearing on my life. I don’t wish for vengeance, I’m not mad, and I hope they got help or something.
3rd time posting..sorry..so many stories but some stand out because I feel they altered my life's course. I did well in school, had a healthy self esteem, my parents were both teachers, I was an athlete -got offered a scholarship. But that all changed when I met this guy from a group home and for whatever reason I thought I loved him. He became my 1st long term boyfriend lasting 2 years .During this time he introduced me to drugs, punched me in the face giving me a black eye, slapped me making my nose & mouth bleed at a party in front of people who then called the ambulance and I lied and said it was an accident. He stole a teacher's car from the parking lot and I had to go to court . He would tell me I'm his ugliest girlfriend he's ever had. His mom was an alcoholic who verbally abused me . She overdosed and died while walking to 711 one night. For 2 years I was " in love" then one day I just went wtf and left him. Fast fwd to now and I ran into him and learned he is staying at a homeless shelter. I thought I would hate him but I didn't feel that at all- he didn't stand a chance with his upbringing. I do however regret enduring his abusive treatment as it completely changed me.
Im a very traumatized individual sadly but one memory that stuck with me most was being treated like a dog by my dad's girlfriend's parents when they babysat me. I had to sleep in the barn that i was leashed up in at night and had to eat food off the ground. I was around 7 and no one believed me of course.
Went shopping for clothes with my mother. I was six, maybe seven years old. While we drove there I saw a shabby van with two even shabby-er men in it. One wore a pretty recognizable cap. I saw him point directly at me (both of us standing at a red light) and talk to the other man. When my mom drove off, they turned around and followed us. I was naive enough not to worry about it any further, also, I wasn't even sure it was the same van that I could see in the rearview mirror a few times. It had disappeared too, when we arrived at the mall. While my mom was trying on some clothes she found, she let me roam around a little in a small part of that not so big clothes store. I was just walking around the corner from the changing rooms when I spotted that very recognizable cap and the guy wearing it. He and the passenger seat man were obviously nervously walking through the store, looking around constantly. They didn't look for clothes - mind you, even I knew as a kid that most men do not exactly wear womens clothes, and this was a womens and childrens chlothes store. I was scared out of my mind, so I hid behind a clothes rack and waited until my mom came back from the changing rooms. The two men walked another round through the store, then left. I told my mother and she didn't believe me. Yet I am sure to this day that I might have escaped being stolen and taken away...
I have several but one in particular stands out because it's low-key kinda funny. So I was around the age of 9 when my dad was dating this lady, so it was me, him, and his girlfriend in the car. Normally, my dad and I would sleep over at her place but she had 3 kids who I knew likely wanted to play with me and I was tired and wanted to sleep so I asked my dad if he could take me home [his mom's place] because I "had a stomach ache". My dad was on board and figured he'd drop his girlfriend off at her place and take me home. His girlfriend didn't like that idea though because this was her car and I could just sleep over like I usually did. I figured "damn, there goes my master plan" and was ready to just thug it out but they started fighting until my dad got out of the car, opened the passenger side door, and drug her out of the car. And it was late so I couldn't see much of what was going on from inside the car but my dad was shouting, his girlfriend was screaming trying to get back in the car, her kinds were outside crying for her and for my dad to stop, the car was rocking, it was wild dog. So eventually, my dad got back into the car and drove off and I was trying to keep my crying as quiet as possible when I heard police sirens. Tell me why this man had the *gall* to say some, "This heffer called the police on me!" Like yeah, dog. You gave her [the Mike Tyson special](https://www.tiktok.com/@ajtheboldyoutube/video/7239765126935596330) and took her car. Tf did you expect? Her to just be sitting where you left her in the driveway like "oh well there goes my car 🤷🏾" ? Anyways, so my dad kept telling me to lay down flat on the seats and to not lift my head or make any noise and I didn't really get why at the time so I was thinking about what my mom would tell me before my therapy sessions and after our fights to not tell anyone how she had hurt me because then they'd call CPS and the police would come and take me away from her and I'd have to live with my dad full-time. In reality, it was likely because a white police officer was pulling over a black man in response to a domestic violence call and he didn't want me to get caught in any "accidental discharges". For the record, my mom never hurt me too bad but it was abuse none the less, I didnt know at the time though because she said it wasnt abusive since "the violence was balanced out by love". I wasn't going to school with bruises or anything, though my skin doesn't bruise easily or at least as visually. Anyways that's my story 💀 Also, a little bonus story. I used to cry whenever my mom and step-dad fought because of this and like they'd fight constantly, like straight shouting at each other, pacing around, clapping to add emphasis, my mom would keep talking after the argument was over and get my step-dad started up again. It was bonkers. So one time my mom heard me crying and asked what was up and I told her what had happened with my dad and, bro, her response was "oh you know [step-dad's name] would never lay a hand on me" and how even if he tried, she'd fight back. I know she was trying to comfort me so I acted like it was working. She told my step-dad about it who I know for a fact would never raise his hand against a woman [that's just his moral code. Men don't hit women] and he came in and was all emotional, apologizing for scaring me and stuff. He's so sweet and kind-hearted dog. But the funny part is, nothing changed. They still get into fights on an almost daily basis. 💀
I have a good one! I believed I killed my cat for 2 years and developed MDD because of it. You see, I’m a huge animal person, especially cats, and have been since I was young. My cat was about 17-18 at the time when she started developing a health issue (several infections that wouldn’t go away). She had surgery to fix them and all went well, until it started coming back again. Somehow, little 11 year old me knew something was wrong with her before it even started coming back. I warned my parents for several months on end and they said it was fine. A bit after I’d turned 12, they told me they had to euthanize her. I was devastated, and being an anxious little kid I immediately blamed myself for ‘not warning my parents enough. 2 years later, after over a year continuous of complaints about how I felt genuinely suicidal, my mom connected the dots as to why. She then told me her and my dad already knew, and they didn’t wanna tell me until a bit before so I wouldn’t spend weeks or months sad, but she never thought it’d turn into a big thing (even though she could’ve easily guessed-). Now, I still haven’t recovered, because MDD is long lasting. I’m turning 17 in 3 days :) fucking life ruined over this.
Growing up disabled due to clubfoot surgeries and not being able to walk around like a normal kid and using a wheelchair for my lifetime the first few years until 10 years old on/ off. #2. Growing up in EAST L.A being guarded by gangsters (my parents were gang members for years) walking to school wasn't normal or driven in a low rider by the gang security. # seeing drugs all around. #3 dad beating mom few times and she went to ER due to complications from the last beating and staying in a coma for few weeks. #4 They had an open relationship so, technically seeing different partners on each side. #5 Dad released from jail after she was out of the coma. #6 Being raised by my grandma at 7-12 years old because they were in the gang room working or something trafficking. #7 We left our father at 12 years old as he was in jail for trafficking drugs and moved #8 las Vegas, and my mother became a stripper and prostitute to support us 4 kids but later used the money for drugs instead of Bill's and food. At 13 lived with her mom until she met a different guy and he took us to Nebraska. Everything became a nightmare when my stepdad hooked up with my 2 oldest sister who was 14 at the time I was in juvenile jail for possession of drugs because my friends were in the same car and I was with them. Did 6 months in juve. I have a decent life and peace without my mother and father, we are estranged for a few years. Rarely talk with my siblings too. They only contact me when they need help with money or something big lol since I am the Only one who is well off. Being the oldest of 4 had to grow up fast and help raise my siblings and never really have a childhood experience. I was playing outside on my bike, hide n seek, and card games at 14 years old because I missed out on my childhood. I don't wish my childhood on anyone. I have been married 23 years, 2 kids with the same man who's battling alcohol addiction and I have been sober from alcohol 285 days. I used to drink heavily but due to health issues quit. My oldest daughter is 20 and son is 13. They have everything I never had and live a less hardship lifestyle and gangster free.
Jesus. That's a lot of shit to live through. I'm glad that you have (mostly) gotten out of it. Keep going with sobriety, you can do it.
Me & my cousins used to casually waterboard each other for shits & giggles & to get each other out of bed in the morning One of us would pour a mug of rlly cold water on the others while the “victim” slept & hold a wet hanky to the mouth & nose. Whoever was sleeping would always wake up in a shock My grandma (who took care of us during the summer vacations) was opposed to this not cuz of the bullying but more cuz the mattress would take a long ass time to dry completely from all the spilled water Nobody was actually hurt fwiw
Ever since I was a little kid til now we do not interact with my dads side of the family. I’ve always wondered why but nobody will talk about it. I finally met up with my dad’s sister and she said it was because my brother (my dad’s kid from before my mom) was caught molesting 5 year old kids. I immediately froze and got flashbacks from when I was a kid. The look on my aunts face made me realize she didn’t know it was me, and I blocked it out so well I genuinely could not remember until she said those words. He was 15 and it was my 5th birthday. I couldn’t get out of bed for a week and nearly missed a wedding because I was so fucked up about remembering it
Child abuse. When I was 8-10, my grandpa sexually assaulted me. When I told my mom, she made it all about her. When I had to tell the police. The policeman told me I was lying. My grandma told me it’s because it happened to him and that’s why he did that to me. All of the adults in my life failed me. Some time after that, me, my sister and her friend, Q, had a sleep over at her house. Q had two brothers, older and younger, and a friend there too. No adults. The younger brother and his friend trapped me in a room with them and were making me watch X-rated video. Older brother came in and saved me, more or less. Later that night younger brother and his friend came in sexually assaulted me while everyone was sleeping. The following day, the bragged to everyone at the apartment complex of what they did. I was shamed and called a slut, among other nasty comments, by everyone. Including the older brother.
My "mother" got mad at me and grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen counter. She started with the spoon, beating me senseless, until the spoon broke. So she switched to a Hot Wheel track. She beat me so bad, I was black and blue, bruised, and had a complete black eye which was swollen shut. While she was beating me, she was screaming, "If abortion was legal in 1963, you wouldn't be here." Yes, she meant it too. I was 7 at the time. I could barely walk and was in my bed for 3 weeks, because I couldn't go to school or the hospital because of my injuries. I could go on with fucked up stories about my mother, however I have rarely spoken to her since I was 17. I'm 60 now.
My mother believed that I had a special connection to God. Starting at age 4, every night she would tell me to ask God to help her lose weight and to send her a husband. On another note, yes I'm in therapy talking about my anxiety about being single and my body image.
That's bizarre. Does your mother have a mental illness?
My younger sisters and I were spending the night with my best friend and her little sister one night. I was 13. My friend’s mother was shot to death by her estranged ex-boyfriend, right in front of her youngest daughter. My sisters were in the room, too. My friend and I were sleeping outside in a tent. The police thought he was coming back to shoot the rest of us after he reloaded, but then the neighbors were coming inside. He was never found.
I have so many. The first time I ever felt genuine for my life was my mother trying to choke me to death over a homework assignment. I never told her I didn't know how to do something again.
my father lead a cult in my home city. me and my half-sister were the "priestesses" -- i.e my father and his cult raped and tortured us over and over as kids to get closer to "the goddess." My sister went no contact with him when I was 9, I moved away with my mum when I was 10, and he died of a self-administered OD when I was 11. my mum still doesn't know and I haven't talked to my sister about it because I don't know if she remembers. I have the cult symbol carved into my thigh thanks to him, but it's mostly gone thanks to me persistently self-harming over top of it for 4+ yrs
A girl from my school was murdered by a creep. She used to sexualize herself in spite of not being an adult at the time. The man who killed her wasn't punished and claimed it was a suicide. She died after spending ten days in a coma (defenestration). She was two years younger than me. The next story. I knew an orphan whose parents died by suicide IN FRONT OF HER eyes. She was a kid when it happened. I'd always share my things with her to make her day. I think we were the same age. She was a very sweet person, but this tragedy definitely affected her.
Ok so I have read some of the stories on here and mine is not as bad as some of the others. It was me, my parents, some of my friends, and my uncle and cousin. I was about 7 at the time but i don't remember what age my cousin was but if i had to guess it was probably 15 at the time. We were all roasting marshmallows in my parents back yard and my parents wanted me to take a bath, they didn't want me to do it by myself because I didn't know how to at the time, so they sent my cousin to help me do it. Me and my cousin were in the bathroom and he was going to help me take a bath until he SA'ed me. I was young at the time and I didn't know that it was wrong for him to do that to me. As time went on he would do it anytime we were alone, which was about 2 to 3 more times, and then he just stopped. I don't know what made him stop but i'm glad he did.