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Posted: 6/16/2014 2:00:04 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 6/16/2014 2:00:30 PM EDT by VBC]
When I was about 5 years old I was riding my new bicycle along a drainage canal in the neighborhood and two teenage boys started harassing me. One of them took my bike and was riding it around taunting me. Then when he got tired of that he rode the bike down the canal embankment and jumped off, letting the bike go crashing into the water.

I was balling my eyes out. Then the other guy feeling sorry for me, waded into the canal and retrieved my bike for me. It was all slimy and had seaweed all over it. I remember crying as I rode it home.

I grew up that day.

Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:01:08 PM EDT
I witnessed Arfcockpocalypse.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:03:25 PM EDT
I started thread and no one posted in them.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:04:47 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 6/16/2014 2:05:33 PM EDT by Fugitive]
When I was 11 (1976) we lived a mobile home that wasn't tied down. Long story short, a small twister rolled it about 100 feet and tossed my sister and I into a soybean field. I have a dent in the side of my head to this day.

Does that count?
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:05:31 PM EDT
GD gives me PTSD?
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:06:42 PM EDT
Gay porn posted in GD.

"The horror. The horror."

http://www.ar15.com/forums/t_1_5/1633423_What_the_actual_duck_.html

Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:07:15 PM EDT
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Originally Posted By Fat_McNasty:
I started thread and no one posted in them.
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same here... even troll threads
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:07:24 PM EDT
Originally Posted By VBC:
When I was about 5 years old I was riding my new bicycle along a drainage canal in the neighborhood and two teenage boys started harassing me. One of them took my bike and was riding it around taunting me. Then when he got tired of that he rode the bike down the canal embankment and jumped off, letting the bike go crashing into the water.

I was balling my eyes out. Then the other guy feeling sorry for me, waded into the canal and retrieved my bike for me. It was all slimy and had seaweed all over it. I remember crying as I rode it home.

I grew up that day.

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Wait wait . . . I know this.

Smiles and Cries.

Yes?
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:10:48 PM EDT
I had to get ingrown toenails on both of my big toes fixed.

The doctor numbed my toes, but one of them had a weird nerve or some shit and wouldn't numb. He started cutting it and I told him I could feel it, and he told me I was imagining it and went on cutting.

At that point I just gripped my poor honey's hand super hard, gritted my teeth, and dealt with it.

He had to half-carry me to the truck. I was shaking and crying. He stopped at a gas station on the way home and got me a cold coke.

It was fucking awful. It's probably the second worst pain I've ever felt in my life.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:11:10 PM EDT
Yes....
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:11:36 PM EDT
Saw a woman get decapitated and her head rolling around in the street after running under a tractor trailer
when I was 7 or 8.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:14:38 PM EDT
Originally Posted By VBC:
When I was about 5 years old I was riding my new bicycle along a drainage canal in the neighborhood and two teenage boys started harassing me. One of them took my bike and was riding it around taunting me. Then when he got tired of that he rode the bike down the canal embankment and jumped off, letting the bike go crashing into the water.

I was balling my eyes out. Then the other guy feeling sorry for me, waded into the canal and retrieved my bike for me. It was all slimy and had seaweed all over it. I remember crying as I rode it home.

I grew up that day.

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I actually had a similar experience actually with two other boys. I was probably 6-7 years old and at the park across the street from my house and two boys were flying a kite. It got away from them and I got it for them and gave it to them. One of them asked if he could ride my bike and stupid idiotic me said OK. They both got on it and were taunting me and wouldn't let me have it back as I chased them down a neighborhood pleading for them to give it back. Some guy saw what was going on and threatened/screamed at the little shitheads to give me back my bike, which they did. So yeah... don't fucking trust strangers with your property, even if you thought you were in their good graces. Lesson learned.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:15:32 PM EDT
To this day I will not speak of it.

Thanks,VBC.
Thanks a lot.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:17:21 PM EDT
I got married once. Yeah, that won't happen again.

Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:18:17 PM EDT
I was pretty traumatized when each of my parents died.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:18:44 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 6/17/2014 3:46:25 PM EDT by Powderfinger]
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Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:20:53 PM EDT
I was at the Grand Prix of the US in 1974 at Watkings Glen. NY. I saw F1 driver Helmut Koenig's crash. He was decapitated in the crash when his car slid under a guard rail.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:21:58 PM EDT
Lost my older sister at age 4.
Lost my mom at age 6.
My dad divorced my stepmom at age 8.
Grandfather died in my arms at age 13.

The Loma Prieta quake gave me a mild case of PTSD.

I like to think I'm resilient.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:24:31 PM EDT
My bike was stolen by one of the neighborhood kids. I confronted him and he admitted stealing it, said he hid it. I went hone, got my pellet gun pump pistol.. Knocked on his door and when he opend it, popped him in his chest. I had my bike back quick fast and in a hurry,
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:24:34 PM EDT
Getting beat up/chased fairly often by the local bully who had it in for me.

And surviving sexual abuse.


Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:27:13 PM EDT
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Originally Posted By clinteastwood:
I was pretty traumatized when each of my parents died.
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Still have my mom, but when my dad passed last january, I was more numb than anything. I wasnt upset, or even sad at the time, I felt numb. Then as I started to come out of it, I worried about my mom living alone 100 miles from me. It has been more real lately, especially yesterday being fathers day. I sat in the back yard most of the day and drank beer. My wife would come out and ask me if I was fine, I just would mumble. Eh. Fuck.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:27:41 PM EDT
Compound fracture broke my left forearm as a kid falling off a roof. I don't remember much from the actual break but for some reason I remember the car ride to the hospital. I was fading in and out and I remember my mom holding this towel on my arm and telling me to stay awake. I don't know why but sometimes when I'm nodding off on a car trip to this day I hear my mother's voice in my head telling me to stay awake.

Then as a teenager I had terrible stomach cramps one week. The problem was my parents thought I just had a stomach ache and that I was playing it up so I wouldn't have to go on an upcoming trip and stay home and party. I finally had to beg them to take me to the hospital. The whole car trip to the hospital my dad was grouching at me that I was faking and that I was going to pay the ER bill out of my pocket. We get there, they admit me and run some tests. Appendicitis, and the appendix is close to bursting. I had to go in for emergency surgery at like 1am. I remember waking up in the recovery room after the surgery with my mom and a few other family members around me, but no dad. I found out later on when they took me to a regular room that dad was so sick that he had chewed me out on the ride to the hospital that he didn't want me to see him for a little while, fearing that I'd have a bout of teenage "told you so's". Instead I asked for him and he came in from the hall, he was there the whole time. The look on his face I still see sometimes in my mind... it is the one and only time I have ever seen my father cry. He didn't cry at funerals, he didn't cry when he lost his job of 20 years and he didn't cry when he was in a bad motorcycle accident... but he did when his son asked him to come in to his hospital room after surgery. That stuck with me.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:29:41 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 6/16/2014 2:33:59 PM EDT by WildBoar]
Wow my first traumatic experience involved bikes and canals too. I was 6 or 7

I was racing my then crush on our bikes through the townhouse complex. She had training wheels on her bike though didn't need them but they left them on for her little sister. Unfortunately it does screw with sharp turns as we later found out.

We did a long straightaway and there was a sharp turn at the end wich had a 10-15 foot drop into a shallow canal. The walls of the canal were large rocks held in place bu gigantic hex wire making a sort of stepped way down. But there were only 2-3 steps, each being 5 feet. The bottom was about 4 inches of water on a very rocky flat made of the hex wire.

Anyway we got to it and turned sharply. I did great, her not so much. I looked back only to see what I was convinced, watch my crush die. She tried to turn but the bike didn't. The training wheels locked her in place and she went sailing over the edge. From my angle I couldn't see her hit but I knew she missed all the steps and hit the middle with a loud thump. A very loud thump that I didn't expect.

I was pretty well convinced she was dead and when I ran to the edge, it sure looked like it. She was all twisted up and bent. Her bike was all pretzel-ed up underneath her and the handlebars were way on the other side. I called her name crying and she didn't answer or move. Yup, to me she was dead. By them some people came running and a guy went down there to check on her. As he made his way down I immediately felt at fault as I was the one who wanted to race bikes. It was my fault she might be dead. I was hoping the guy at the bottom had good news but he looked at the others and said I think she is dead.

Oddly enough my second traumatic experience happened on those train tracks.
Right there I flipped out. I killed my best friend, my first and only crush i life and I killed her because I wanted to ride friggin bikes. All I could do is get back on my bike and ride away crying. I rode pretty damn far too along the railroad tracks for a long time and I hid under a bridge crying while convinced I was guilty of her death and everyone would hate me.

An hour or so I went home and saw her family outside and I slipped past them and made it to my room where I hid from the impending doom. It was like my life was over and the only thing left to do was tell them that I killed her and it was all my fault. That was the longest walk 2 houses over in my life.

Anyway turns out she was ok considering the crash. But yeah, I was traumatized. I was 100% convinced I got my girlfriend killed when I was 6
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:31:23 PM EDT
I saw my Grandparents.......................... naked........................In bed....................... together................................Grandma was sitting on Grandpa........................








I was 4 at the time.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:32:24 PM EDT
Too many really
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:33:53 PM EDT
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Originally Posted By bucsfan69:
My bike was stolen by one of the neighborhood kids. I confronted him and he admitted stealing it, said he hid it. I went hone, got my pellet gun pump pistol.. Knocked on his door and when he opend it, popped him in his chest. I had my bike back quick fast and in a hurry,
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This isn't a thread on how YOU traumatized someone
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:35:26 PM EDT
A year ago Jan. I came home to no kids, no dog, & a half empty house.


I later found out she hadn't paid the mortgage for about a year and the light bill for about 6 months.



I was "allowed" to see my two kids 4 times in march of that year then nothing since then
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:35:44 PM EDT
Was trying to grab something off a small loft in one of our rooms.. Little one above a closet with no access but with a ladder.

I was lazy and didn't open the A-frame ladder just leaned it agents the wall.. On a hard wood floor..

Was up near the top of the wooden 8 footer and it slid out..

I wasn't wearing shoes.. Don't think they would have helped much anyway..

I fall 8ish feet and my foot hits the ground first.. Then the ladder lands on my right big toe.. Then I landed on the ladder..

Stomp the last 1" off a bratwurst for an perfect example of what my toe looked like.. Exactly like that actually..

I don't really like sausages anymore..
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:37:29 PM EDT
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Originally Posted By klutz347:
I saw my Grandparents.......................... naked........................In bed....................... together................................Grandma was sitting on Grandpa........................








I was 4 at the time.
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deer god no
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:38:19 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 6/16/2014 6:05:59 PM EDT by WildBoar]
Actually my first traumatic experience involves missing time and really odd events.

It was very bright and cold. Beings were around me and through my blurred vision all I could see were their heads and their eyes. I don't recall seeing their mouths but could hear what I can now say were probably voices. They did all kinds of medical experiments on me and it was terrible. Sticking things in me, putting stuff in my eyes. I was utterly powerless despite my best efforts to fight them off. It was a very alien environment that I was thrust into. It was very terrifying. Pretty sure I was screaming the entire time as I was also naked and covered in some kind of goo.


Oh wait, that was my birth. Of course I cant remember it, but I figure it went something like that.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:42:30 PM EDT
You ever see a dialysis machine?

I'm never drinking another slurpee, that's for goddamn sure.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:43:15 PM EDT
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Originally Posted By bucsfan69:
My bike was stolen by one of the neighborhood kids. I confronted him and he admitted stealing it, said he hid it. I went hone, got my pellet gun pump pistol.. Knocked on his door and when he opend it, popped him in his chest. I had my bike back quick fast and in a hurry,
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If a kid did that today he'd be arrested, had a psych test done, and probably would be in juvi for the next 18months.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:45:35 PM EDT
First time I got the tip of my right little finger clipped off in a door. Doc had to slap me to get me to settle down and stitch it back on.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:46:28 PM EDT
Came home from school one day, 4th grade, to find my cat eating her kittens. A head here, a leg there, dead kitty over here. Fucking sucked.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:47:11 PM EDT
I got a warning from Aimless.

I still flinch when Happy Feet or Mr Poppers Penguins comes on...
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:47:16 PM EDT
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You ever see a dialysis machine?

I'm never drinking another slurpee, that's for goddamn sure.
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I see one 4 hours a day, 5 days a week...I love Slurpees.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:49:01 PM EDT
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Originally Posted By AlvinYork:
First time I got the tip of my right little finger clipped off in a door. Doc had to slap me to get me to settle down and stitch it back on.
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How did the second time go?


Any easier?


Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:49:20 PM EDT
Don't look up ET porn..................you've been warned
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:50:18 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 6/16/2014 4:49:42 PM EDT by Blade_Runner79]
Drowned as a toddler.

Sexually abused and had a nail shoved through the head of my penis when I was 7.

Witnessed the aftermath of several gruesome and horrendous auto accidents as a kid. (Dad was a wrecker driver)

Flipped a 5.0 Mustang LX convertible with the top and windows down when I was 18.

Mom and grandma recently passed away.

I'm still here and kickin'...
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:53:39 PM EDT
Went through Hurricane Andrew at ground zero, which was a pretty bad Cat 5 hurricane in 1992 for those of you who don't remember. Storm didn't fuck me up at all, in fact, it was a pretty cool experience now that I think back, but it fucked my Mom up pretty bad... She tried committing suicide a few months after the storm. Thankfully she was not successful, and found the help she needed.... All good now...
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:54:46 PM EDT
Traumatizing?

No.

Just almost killed on a couple of occasions, but nothing traumatizing.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:55:19 PM EDT
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Originally Posted By WildBoar:
Actually my first traumatic experience involves missing time and really odd events.

It was very bright and cold. Beings were around me and through my blurred vision all I could see were their heads and their eyes. I don't recall seeing their mouths but could hear what I can now say were probably voices. They did all kinds of medical experiments on me and it was terrible. Sticking things in me, putting stuff in my eyes. I was utterly powerless despite my best efforts to fight them off. It was a very alien environment that I was thrust into. It was very terrifying. Pretty sure I was screaming the entire time as I was also naked and covered i some kind of goo.
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Well that escalated quickly.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:55:28 PM EDT
I watched the 2008 presidential election results.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:56:40 PM EDT
Drainage ditches must be hot spots for bullies wanting to fuck with other kids' bikes. I had the same thing happen to me once.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:58:45 PM EDT
A blue hair looked askance at me at the grocery store.



Link Posted: 6/16/2014 2:59:01 PM EDT
Had my head cut open with a chainsaw in 1977. Took a 137 stitches to close me up. Luckily there was a plastic surgeon working at the ER that day so the scars are nice and small. But there are scars on both sides of my head because the frames on my glasses were metal and cut the other side of my head open.

Some of the stitches were put under the skin. To this day (40 years later), I will pull a stitch out.

Then there was the time I was arresting the guy that was 6-5 and 400lbs. He was on drugs and a psycho. He got the best of me and beat on the side of my head for 20 minutes. That was in 1985. I have been in pain ever since. I loss a job a really loved. Now I live on pills and rarely get out of the house. I guess that is traumatic.


Ed
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 3:03:24 PM EDT
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Originally Posted By BottomLines:
Went through Hurricane Andrew at ground zero, which was a pretty bad Cat 5 hurricane in 1992 for those of you who don't remember. Storm didn't fuck me up at all, in fact, it was a pretty cool experience now that I think back, but it fucked my Mom up pretty bad... She tried committing suicide a few months after the storm. Thankfully she was not successful, and found the help she needed.... All good now...
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What was the aftermath of the storm like? Did you worry about looters, lawlessness, etc?
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 3:08:36 PM EDT
Luckily, no.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 3:10:13 PM EDT
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Originally Posted By XCRmonger:
I had to get ingrown toenails on both of my big toes fixed.

The doctor numbed my toes, but one of them had a weird nerve or some shit and wouldn't numb. He started cutting it and I told him I could feel it, and he told me I was imagining it and went on cutting.

At that point I just gripped my poor honey's hand super hard, gritted my teeth, and dealt with it.

He had to half-carry me to the truck. I was shaking and crying. He stopped at a gas station on the way home and got me a cold coke.

It was fucking awful. It's probably the second worst pain I've ever felt in my life.
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Shit I've had this twice on each big toe- yes I'm an idiot. Flipped a car off a mountain road in a Montana winter and landed in the roof. We all survived and walked five miles in the middle of the night. Saw a friend of mine get shot point blank in the penis with a pump air gun and a hunting pellet. When I was 15 I had some stranger pull up to me in his truck and asked me if I would hop in and go wash it for him. That was scary as hell. One night about 2am walking home on MLK in north Portland, I had a car full of bangers stalk me and haul ass around the block to come back after me. I ran like hell and his under some car in a parking garage.

Link Posted: 6/16/2014 3:15:04 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 6/16/2014 3:15:33 PM EDT by red99cobra]
In about 1979 or so, mom was making hamburgers and her bloody bandaid that was on her finger ended up in my burger. I refuse to describe what happened next.... I am in the medical industry and to this day, cannot stand the sight of a bandaid.
Link Posted: 6/16/2014 3:16:32 PM EDT
The church we went to when I was little had a bus service. School buses all painted the same with no numbers. I got on the wrong bus and couldn't find my Dad. They hadn't left the parking lot yet so looking back it wasn't really a big deal but to a little kid I guess it was a trauma.

This is what some people point to as why I stutter. But I don't buy into that camp of thought.
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