Bogus! Share your traumatic experiences

[Lanny]

I really don't have any stories from my life that come to mind. One of the most traumatic things that happened to me was when a pigeon shit down my back when I had a hoodie on, while I was waiting to get into a bar with friends. It was pretty vile and disgusting. I still sometimes dry heave when I think about the experience. I also once had to drive myself to the ER when I tried to use a dagger to change the batteries in the TV remote. That's about it. So far, a fairly trauma free life.

I've been to the E-Room probably more than a dozen times, maybe two dozen, six times for uncontrolled bleeding..

 

[crandc]

A humorous, sort of trauma, I once tried to swat a fly with a shoe and shattered the window. Had to go to ER for tetanus shot. Replace the window. And the damn fly got away.

 

[Hoopguru]

My friend of 10 years or so in Taiwan was from Hawaii, a surfer and we played tennis together over the years and played some guitar together on occassion...I was picking him up to go play tennis and heard running water and a loud stereo going in his place...he didn't answer the door so I kicked it in and found him in his bathroom dead with a needle in his arm and the bathtub flooding the floor he fell on...had been dead a couple days...it was the day of my wife's first art opening and it shook me up...I'd seen dead people before but this guy I knew and he was bloated from the flooding tub and covered in flies....his father came over to claim the body and gave me his electric guitar which I still have....we got the Taiwanese coast guard to take his ashes and surfboard out in the ocean and strapped the urn to the board and launched it into the Japanes current...he's the only surfer I ever met living in Taiwan....that was a traumatic day in my life....may he rest in peace...heroin was his drug of choice and he hid it until his death...he always wanted his guitar to be played at a gig and I did that for him....he loved JJ Cale and knew one song he played over and over....

I really enjoy JJ Cale music.
Sorry about you're friend, thats awesome you were able to put his ashes on his board and into the current!

 

[Hoopguru]

When I was still going to Community College, I was still living at home. My Parents all but asked for it, saying I could live there rent free while working random jobs to pay for school. They weren't wrong. I was able to pay for my Associates degree through random jobs with no debt. But, something happened with my father. His mental health changed.

I came home from a late shift at Dell computers, went to open the door, and my mom, who is a demure and kindly person, pushed me out of the front porch and into the grass. She told me I am NOT allowed in the house. Apparently my father had snapped and came up with a plan to slit my throat with a knife and then cut my body into pieces and hide the evidence down the garbage disposal.

My mom saved my life that night. To this day, my father has never apologized for this, and continues to act like it never happened. But my life was forever changed.

Sorry you've had to deal with this!

 

[Chris Craig]

I have had many traumas. Here are my youngest and perhaps biggest.

• When I was four I saw my neighbor fall through my living room coffee table and die. He suffered a heart attack because he mixed alcohol with some medication he stole or was given from my dad. My mom and dad were throwing a party. Loud rock music, people in every room doing coke, maybe heroin, and drinking. I was playing with my Thunder Cat and GI Joe action figures in the living room. He grabbed his chest, started foaming at the mouth, and crashed through the coffee table. My dad tried to save him with CPR, but he died.
• When I was 5 my older brother died. He was only 10. He hung himself on the front porch. He was angry at my mom because she was babysitting a baby and feeding it. I guess he wanted attention and wasn't getting it. He told me to tell my mom if she didn't make himself something to eat, he would hang himself. So, I told her. She said to tell him that was not funny and she would get him something after feeding the baby. I went back out to him. He said he wanted food now or else. I told her and again she told him to stop messing around. There were a few more back and forths and then I went to play with my younger brother in the yard. We were playing in a mud puddle. I remember my mother's scream. You hear screams in the movies but they don't compare. Her scream will always stick with me and everytime I hear it in my mind, my spine is set ablaze He was hanging on the porch. She ran across the street to the neighbors, a hunter and his son's came running over and cut him down. They tried to save him with CPR but he was gone.

• Oh, and the 2000 NBA Western Conference Finals

 

[Hoopguru]

When I was 23 I was working in a machine shop, when lunch started I removed my safety glass's and walked into the lunch room and got hit point blank in my right eye by a flying chisel, had to remove the eye.
I have not let it hold me back over the years as I went to pitch fast pitch softball for 35 years. The doc told me to play lots of ping pong to help with depth perception and it worked.
Thats was a physical trauma which I know is different than emotional or anxiety from a loss or divorce.

 

[Lanny]

I have had many traumas. Here are my youngest and perhaps biggest.

• When I was four I saw my neighbor fall through my living room coffee table and die. He suffered a heart attack because he mixed alcohol with some medication he stole or was given from my dad. My mom and dad were throwing a party. Loud rock music, people in every room doing coke, maybe heroin, and drinking. I was playing with my Thunder Cat and GI Joe action figures in the living room. He grabbed his chest, started foaming at the mouth, and crashed through the coffee table. My dad tried to save him with CPR, but he died.
• When I was 5 my older brother died. He was only 10. He hung himself on the front porch. He was angry at my mom because she was babysitting a baby and feeding it. I guess he wanted attention and wasn't getting it. He told me to tell my mom if she didn't make himself something to eat, he would hang himself. So, I told her. She said to tell him that was not funny and she would get him something after feeding the baby. I went back out to him. He said he wanted food now or else. I told her and again she told him to stop messing around. There were a few more back and forths and then I went to play with my younger brother in the yard. We were playing in a mud puddle. I remember my mother's scream. You hear screams in the movies but they don't compare. He was hanging on the porch. She ran across the street to the neighbors, a hunter and his son's came running over and cut him down. They tried to save him with CPR but he was gone.

• Oh, and the 2000 NBA Western Conference Finals

That's terribly traumatic. Very sorry for your horrible loss.

 

[Lanny]

Damn Lanny, that's a lot and probably not all you have gone through. Glad you made it through all that, and glad you are here.

Just remembered, that the VA blinded me in the left eye during a botched operation.

 

[Lanny]

I have no desire to reveal trauma to an audience. My traumas are between me and me.

It's cathartic for me.

 

[Hoopguru]

I have had many traumas. Here are my youngest and perhaps biggest.

• When I was four I saw my neighbor fall through my living room coffee table and die. He suffered a heart attack because he mixed alcohol with some medication he stole or was given from my dad. My mom and dad were throwing a party. Loud rock music, people in every room doing coke, maybe heroin, and drinking. I was playing with my Thunder Cat and GI Joe action figures in the living room. He grabbed his chest, started foaming at the mouth, and crashed through the coffee table. My dad tried to save him with CPR, but he died.
• When I was 5 my older brother died. He was only 10. He hung himself on the front porch. He was angry at my mom because she was babysitting a baby and feeding it. I guess he wanted attention and wasn't getting it. He told me to tell my mom if she didn't make himself something to eat, he would hang himself. So, I told her. She said to tell him that was not funny and she would get him something after feeding the baby. I went back out to him. He said he wanted food now or else. I told her and again she told him to stop messing around. There were a few more back and forths and then I went to play with my younger brother in the yard. We were playing in a mud puddle. I remember my mother's scream. You hear screams in the movies but they don't compare. He was hanging on the porch. She ran across the street to the neighbors, a hunter and his son's came running over and cut him down. They tried to save him with CPR but he was gone.

• Oh, and the 2000 NBA Western Conference Finals

Man, thats very sad! Sorry!
I commend you as you seemed to really have your shit together, stay strong!

 

[Sedatedfork]

I have had many traumas. Here are my youngest and perhaps biggest.

• When I was four I saw my neighbor fall through my living room coffee table and die. He suffered a heart attack because he mixed alcohol with some medication he stole or was given from my dad. My mom and dad were throwing a party. Loud rock music, people in every room doing coke, maybe heroin, and drinking. I was playing with my Thunder Cat and GI Joe action figures in the living room. He grabbed his chest, started foaming at the mouth, and crashed through the coffee table. My dad tried to save him with CPR, but he died.
• When I was 5 my older brother died. He was only 10. He hung himself on the front porch. He was angry at my mom because she was babysitting a baby and feeding it. I guess he wanted attention and wasn't getting it. He told me to tell my mom if she didn't make himself something to eat, he would hang himself. So, I told her. She said to tell him that was not funny and she would get him something after feeding the baby. I went back out to him. He said he wanted food now or else. I told her and again she told him to stop messing around. There were a few more back and forths and then I went to play with my younger brother in the yard. We were playing in a mud puddle. I remember my mother's scream. You hear screams in the movies but they don't compare. He was hanging on the porch. She ran across the street to the neighbors, a hunter and his son's came running over and cut him down. They tried to save him with CPR but he was gone.

• Oh, and the 2000 NBA Western Conference Finals

My god, that's awful. I feel fortunate to not have endured some of the things posted in this thread.

 

[Orion Bailey]

Some very very sad stories.

i hope you all have learned to help yourselves or seek out professional help. No shame at all in needing professional help after enduring some of these stories.

 

[riverman]

My experience, and I have been trying to get over this for YEARS, is my dad trying to murder me and stuff my dead body down the garbage disposal. It is a long story and will share when I can. Have I experienced other trauma since? Yes. Has anything touched me in the same way? No.

wow...that's some serious trauma...I'm so sorry you had to go through that

 

[Chris Craig]

Just remembered, that the VA blinded me in the left eye during a botched operation.

Damn Lanny they took your kidneys and your eye? They have not been kind to you.

 

[crandc]

I can laugh over mishaps but genuine trauma is never funny. I don't do shrinks. Between me and me.

 

[Chris Craig]

Man, thats very sad! Sorry!
I commend you as you seemed to really have your shit together, stay strong!

We all have our shit. It doesn't mean we can't still choose to be good people and have wholesome fulfilling lives despite it.

I think the best thing that came from it for me has been humility. My traumas have helped me to understand the pain and trials of others. There is something healing in empathy and humility.

 

[Chris Craig]

When I was 23 I was working in a machine shop, when lunch started I removed my safety glass's and walked into the lunch room and got hit point blank in my right eye by a flying chisel, had to remove it.
I have not let it hold me back over the years as I went to pitch fast pitch softball for 35 years. The doc told me to play lots of ping pong to help with depth perception and it worked.
Thats was a physical trauma which I know is different than emotional or anxiety from a loss or divorce.

Wait, in the lunch room, where you are supposed to be safe?

 

[riverman]

I'll say this....I think writing really helped me with all my traumas over the years...I wrote an autobiography when I was in Hawaii and it was cathartic....It's in a timecapsule that my kids will get when I pass on...nobody has read it but me....stuffing trauma can be really unhealthy...sometimes writing it down is a release valve and you can burn it after you write it...sometimes just dig a hole, scream in it and cover it back up

 

[Chris Craig]

I'll say this....I think writing really helped me with all my traumas over the years...I wrote an autobiography when I was in Hawaii and it was cathartic....It's in a timecapsule that my kids will get when I pass on...nobody has read it but me....stuffing trauma can be really unhealthy...sometimes writing it down is a release valve and you can burn it after you write it...sometimes just dig a hole, scream in it and cover it back up

Writing helped me to. I wrote a book of poetry about the deaths I have a experienced in my life and the inevitability of my own called, The Black Elephant

 

[calvin natt]

I have had many traumas. Here are my youngest and perhaps biggest.

• When I was four I saw my neighbor fall through my living room coffee table and die. He suffered a heart attack because he mixed alcohol with some medication he stole or was given from my dad. My mom and dad were throwing a party. Loud rock music, people in every room doing coke, maybe heroin, and drinking. I was playing with my Thunder Cat and GI Joe action figures in the living room. He grabbed his chest, started foaming at the mouth, and crashed through the coffee table. My dad tried to save him with CPR, but he died.
• When I was 5 my older brother died. He was only 10. He hung himself on the front porch. He was angry at my mom because she was babysitting a baby and feeding it. I guess he wanted attention and wasn't getting it. He told me to tell my mom if she didn't make himself something to eat, he would hang himself. So, I told her. She said to tell him that was not funny and she would get him something after feeding the baby. I went back out to him. He said he wanted food now or else. I told her and again she told him to stop messing around. There were a few more back and forths and then I went to play with my younger brother in the yard. We were playing in a mud puddle. I remember my mother's scream. You hear screams in the movies but they don't compare. He was hanging on the porch. She ran across the street to the neighbors, a hunter and his son's came running over and cut him down. They tried to save him with CPR but he was gone.

• Oh, and the 2000 NBA Western Conference Finals

My god. Horrible. Your poor mother I cannot imagine. I hope she was able to get through such a tragic event.

 

[Chris Craig]

My god. Horrible. Your poor mother I cannot imagine. I hope she was able to get through such a tragic event.

She got through it. She's a strong lady.

 

[Hoopguru]

Wait, in the lunch room, where you are supposed to be safe?

Yes, someone was working on new shelving and had a chisel clamped to a pair of vise grips and what hammering came lose and became a projectile.

 

[Chris Craig]

Yes, someone was working on new shelving and had a chisel clamped to a pair of vise grips and what hammering came lose and became a projectile.

Damn. That sucks man, sorry. Glad you were able to get your depth perception back. That's got to be terribly difficult with one eye.

 

[Orion Bailey]

I can laugh over mishaps but genuine trauma is never funny. I don't do shrinks. Between me and me.

Shrinks are confidential, held up in law like doctor patient privileges.

 

[Orion Bailey]

When i was 3-4 was playing on the floor of our apartment. Mother at the dining table doing something and then just fell over motionless on the floor.
she had tried to commit suicide by prescription drugs.
She lived though.

 

[theprunetang]

I have had many traumas. Here are my youngest and perhaps biggest.

• When I was four I saw my neighbor fall through my living room coffee table and die. He suffered a heart attack because he mixed alcohol with some medication he stole or was given from my dad. My mom and dad were throwing a party. Loud rock music, people in every room doing coke, maybe heroin, and drinking. I was playing with my Thunder Cat and GI Joe action figures in the living room. He grabbed his chest, started foaming at the mouth, and crashed through the coffee table. My dad tried to save him with CPR, but he died.
• When I was 5 my older brother died. He was only 10. He hung himself on the front porch. He was angry at my mom because she was babysitting a baby and feeding it. I guess he wanted attention and wasn't getting it. He told me to tell my mom if she didn't make himself something to eat, he would hang himself. So, I told her. She said to tell him that was not funny and she would get him something after feeding the baby. I went back out to him. He said he wanted food now or else. I told her and again she told him to stop messing around. There were a few more back and forths and then I went to play with my younger brother in the yard. We were playing in a mud puddle. I remember my mother's scream. You hear screams in the movies but they don't compare. He was hanging on the porch. She ran across the street to the neighbors, a hunter and his son's came running over and cut him down. They tried to save him with CPR but he was gone.

• Oh, and the 2000 NBA Western Conference Finals

Fuuuuuck. That is so much to deal with. We love you.

 

[theprunetang]

Holy Hell. That's...there is just no word for that is. Gotta be hard to be whole after that as a person.

I keep trying. And that is what matters. I now hide from my family, and feel heavy anxiety anytime I get notifications from them. I try to live my best life. It's all we can really do

 

[theprunetang]

I'll say this....I think writing really helped me with all my traumas over the years...I wrote an autobiography when I was in Hawaii and it was cathartic....It's in a timecapsule that my kids will get when I pass on...nobody has read it but me....stuffing trauma can be really unhealthy...sometimes writing it down is a release valve and you can burn it after you write it...sometimes just dig a hole, scream in it and cover it back up

It was song writing and art for me. All of my fears, anxiety, and pain are in that shit.

 

[Chris Craig]

I keep trying. And that is what matters. I now hide from my family, and feel heavy anxiety anytime I get notifications from them. I try to live my best life. It's all we can really do

There was no pun intended by the way.

That's too bad you can't be around your family. I feel for you. Yep, trying to live the best life despite is the best we can hope for.

 

[Lanny]

We all have our shit. It doesn't mean we can't still choose to be good people and have wholesome fulfilling lives despite it.

I think the best thing that came from it for me has been humility. My traumas have helped me to understand the pain and trials of others. There is something healing in empathy and humility.

Exactly. It all results from experience and makes us better understand some of the pain that others go through. God bless all of you for the pain you've had to endure.