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Your most traumatic experience?


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There's just some things you never forget.

 

I was very young, maybe 6 or 7 years old. I played a fun game called "Walk Around The Very Deep Pool and Don't Fall". You can tell what happened when I failed that game. I didn't know how to swim, but I was able to keep my head above water for a split second. I was stuck in the pool for what felt like an hour. My mom came diving in to get me. She was wearing a yellow shirt. That gave me two things to worry about: drowning, and being caught by that weird yellow thing that was approaching me. I was backing into a corner and was afraid that that corner was where I would die. Then the yellow thing brought me out of the water and I was able to see that it was my mom.

 

When we were out of the pool, someone brought us towels, and I took a bath. From that day forward, I refuse to take lessons in swimming, I won't enter a pool unless my height is higher than the depth of the pool. My parents are making me take swimming lessons, regardless of my choice. In the first lesson, I always instinctively put my head up to breath. I've finished the second lesson today, and I've learned to keep my head down and to hold my breath. I'm learning to overcome my fear, but I will never forget the day I fell in that pool.

 

What's your most traumatic experience?

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Harry's is probably losing a collector cosmetic to Raven, lol.

 

I was left out to freeze in Switzerland thanks to my dad's sister - mom and dad left me and sister with his sister as they went out sightseeing, letting us snowboard. I got too cold and too much snow 'cuz I crashed a lot. She refused to take me back to the hotel to get warm. 'Twas cold, least parents arrived at the hotel in time.

 

Even more backstory, well, more like future stuff. Same aunt stole money and items from her father (my grandpa), so everyone basically hates her. The ol' man didn't want her at his funeral. That's pretty sad to be able to make your old man say that.

 

tl;dr was busy getting a suntan in Snowy Switzerland thanks to Aunt

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I had admitted myself into a mental hospital near the beginning of 2016.

 

The whole environment was very bleak, but still somehow inviting. The caretakers (or staff, if you'd like to call them that) were very kind, relaxed, sort of like that one cool teacher you'd find in school. The thought of it was terrifying because I have had at least five other friends who had gone to some sort of mental corrections facility and they all said they dreaded the stay, so I had no idea what to expect except the worst. 

 

The daily regimens were very basic. Wake up at six, shower, take morning vitals and medications. We had to be prepared by around 6:30 so we could head to breakfast. They had some really good food there; much better than school food, that's for sure. Anyways, we would head off to the dayroom where we would spend most of the day watching television, playing card games, or just talking amongst ourselves. Very basic stuff. 

 

Everything was very relaxing. However, that's what the horrifying part was; it was calm. Beneath the surface, there's demons hiding. There were schizophrenics, low-functioning autistic kids, kids with wild, uncontrollable anger, teens with gashes from cutting running all the way down all sides of their thighs and arms. Just trying to imagine all that everyone has been through psychologically breaks me down to the most horrifying state. The hospital sure cleaned me up, but I wish it didn't take a place as demented and dark as that to fix myself.

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I've watched my thumb getting crushed between hydraulic presses hinges of a chugunium door. 0/10 wouldn't recommend. I was a wee lad too, so the image is still very bright and lifelike.

 

Not necessarily a traumatic experience but I've semi-accidentally conditioned myself to not fall asleep on my back. Sometimes it's really annoying when I can't turn on my side and I jsut wait until sleep paralysis kicks in. It's not really that pretty but I can live with that.

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Not really traumatic compared to some other experiences above but I'll just say what's happened to me.

 

 

Bruised the bone in my below after falling off a scooter after flying down the hill my house is on, was afraid of getting the wound cleaned in the hospital coz I thought it would hurt more than the actual event.

 

Almost got locked out of a secure building when I was 3:

We were entering through an automatic door, my aunty and grandma walked through and I didn't, door started closing, they turned back and pulled me through the small gap before it closed, almost indiana jones-esque

 

My very first fire drill when I was at primary school, thought it was the real thing.

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Put my uncle in a chokehold when he was beating up my mother. Severed ties with extended family over that and told them to stick it when they tried to minimize what happened. Said uncle kicked in my car door too. 

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When I was around 8 years old, I was biking around town. I happened to bump into a lady, and she fell. Of course I went and helped her, but her friend who was obviously mentally ill, had a panic attack. It ended up in them 2 being lesbian, and her trying to "take" me as her son. It got to the point where some random people had to pull over and scream at her. Biking has never been the same for me.

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Should've stopped watching all those iDubbbz & Filthyfrank videos when I could,

now I have a 8-inch dildo minecraft ocelot toy and now filthyfrank wants me to eat a hair- mixed with vomit cake

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When I was a child I had a sick day off school. It was just me and my dad home but he got called in for a patient who had passed away. He took me with him and I got to see my first dead body.

An old man in his pyjamas holding a teddy bear. The only friend he had left in the world.

I still see that old man sometimes when I close my eyes.

I dont know if it was a traumatic experience but it is an image burned into my memory and one I will never forget.

 

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Also was struck by lightening whilst hiking through the mountains of Nepal in 2004. I went blind and deaf for a period of time. Not sure how long. When you suddenly cant see or hear anything a second feels like an eternity. I could still feel the hail crashing on my back and the cold of the large pool of water I had collapsed into.

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I'm not sure about traumatic but there were two pretty dangerous things:

First I was cleaning a rather large piece of glass when it shattered into a thousands of tiny pieces 

Second was when a car crashed into a school bus I was on

I never got hurt which i guess was lucky

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I remember 10 years ago, a 1/2 mile wide tornado hit my house. Good thing it was weak when it hit my house, because homes in the town 2 miles away from me were completely swept off their foundations and apparently from where the tornado was strong six people also died as a result from that, while for me just the roof of my house just got ripped off. I was looking out at the staircase window of my house while I saw it in an open field heading straight towards my house. It was super loud and I'm pretty sure it's the cause of my right ear going mute. 

 

Not too long ago, there was an also an EF4 tornado roughly 3 miles from my house, and it was also heading straight towards my house, but it dissipated by then. 

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Picture 8 year old me at home, walking by an open hinge box with a heavy metal lid. Being the responsible 8 year old I was, I tried to close it. Unfortunately I succeeded. Why is that unfortunate I hear you ask. Well that is because it slammed shut very hard. And it was at the exact wrong height. And I was naked.

And that is the story about how I almost lost my penis, and simultaneously became shit-scared of a box.

The traumatic thing is that my parents still tease me about it.

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Well all I got is basically I almost drowned in my aunt's pool when I was little because my cousin assumed I could swim in the deep end even tho I was like 8. My uncle dove in to save me wallet and all.

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Well all I got is basically I almost drowned in my aunt's pool when I was little because my cousin assumed I could swim in the deep end even tho I was like 8. My uncle dove in to save me wallet and all.

To be honest I'd assume an 8 year old can swim. I mean, you'd have had at least 2 years of swimming lessons by then

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a tornado hit my house in 2013 and the second story was completely gone :< 

 

i had a basement and stayed in it but they dont 100% help with tornadoes because something can easily break through the roof and crush you to death trust me i saw shit flying 

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I just got my driver's license, so time for a story that happened while I was racking up the 60 hours of provisional driving to get it.

 

Last year I was driving down the highway to a family reunion. Traffic started light, but pretty soon we were down to a 15mph crawl. I was just chilling in the middle lane of the 3-lane highway, and I noticed in my rearview mirror that there was a fucking 18-wheeler truck going twice as fast as everyone else, weaving through traffic and constantly snaking through lanes. Finally, he got to the left of me, sped forward, and switched lanes so he was right in front of me.

 

It was then that he decided to slam the brakes.

 

I braked as fast as I could and was about a foot away from hitting him. Of course me and my family got crazy whiplash slowing down so quickly, but at least we didn't hit anyone. I'm honestly surprised that nobody ended up rear-ending us in the process.

Anyways, the truck driver stayed in front of me for a few minutes and then started speeding and weaving again. And that's the story of how I almost smashed into a truck. To this day, I still get a twinge of panic when driving by trucks, and hold the belief that most truckers are just plain terrible drivers. If you're driving a 16-ton vehicle, you should not be speeding and weaving like you were on a motorcycle.

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