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We have all been alive on this planet for a long time. We all have trauma. This is your space to share it, if you are ready. I have my own I will share at some point, when I feel comfortable enough to do so. It's also a doozy, so I don't want to prematurely hijack the thread.


This is your space to share the shitty trauma you have been through. We can share it together.
 
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....
 
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....
That is rough. Seeing a dead body, and someone you know, is a feeling that will never leave you. It just changes you. Thank you for sharing. I can't even imagine what you want through emotionally.
 
That is rough. Seeing a dead body, and someone you know, is a feeling that will never leave you. It just changes you. Thank you for sharing. I can't even imagine what you want through emotionally.
It really shook me up and I think of him every time I play that guitar....I've gone from that horrible day to remembering his humor and better memories now but it stuck with me for a long time after the fact...the guy had a beautiful girlfriend, great job and lots of hobbies...I didn't see the addiction through it all...functional closet junkie I guess.
 
In college, volunteered for special games, kind of a knock off of the special Olympics. My athlete was an older person with various disabilities. Anyway, I took him to the restroom for a bathroom break, he was taking a while so I checked in to make sure everything was OK, and he started chasing me around with an erection.
 
In college, volunteered for special games, kind of a knock off of the special Olympics. My athlete was an older person with various disabilities. Anyway, I took him to the restroom for a bathroom break, he was taking a while so I checked in to make sure everything was OK, and he started chasing me around with an erection.
That's weird as hell. And not a fun experience. Fuck.
 
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.
 
One of my college suitemates (2 bedroom apartment on campus, he was in the other room) claimed to have been raped by a guy.

He was in the closet (figuratively) at that time, but we had a big party in our apartment. After everyone left there was a random guy just hanging in the living room. I just went to bed. The next day the police were over and said my suitemate said he was raped by that guy in the bathroom while me and my roommate were sleeping in our room. It was trippy. My suitemate left school, I don't know what happened, but we reconnected at an alumni BBQ a few years later, never brought it up again. Made the college newspaper, etc.
 
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.
 
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.

Wtf.

What mental condition would this be? Ever look into it. It's crazy, sometimes with these conditions there's nothing you can do and you have to write them (the mentally ill person) off.
 
Wtf.

What mental condition would this be? Ever look into it. It's crazy, sometimes with these conditions there's nothing you can do and you have to write them (the mentally ill person) off.
As far as I know, Bipolar II. I have stayed very far away from my family after all of this. And yes, sometimes you do have to write them off. My dad is dead to me. I won't tell him I love him, will never give him a hug, will never talk on the phone even. It's done.
 
As far as I know, Bipolar II. I have stayed very far away from my family after all of this. And yes, sometimes you do have to write them off. My dad is dead to me. I won't tell him I love him, will never give him a hug, will never talk on the phone even. It's done.

Yup, I'm dealing with someone with Bipolar II, and I could add chapters to this thread, but it's currently ongoing.

Restraining orders, 5150s, lawsuits, the whole shebang.
 
Yup, I'm dealing with someone with Bipolar II, and I could add chapters to this thread, but it's currently ongoing.

Restraining orders, 5150s, lawsuits, the whole shebang.
I fucking hate it. I'm forever changed by this. And now one of my sisters is going through the same thing right now. I can't even be there for her because it fucks me up too much.
 
I fucking hate it. I'm forever changed by this. And now one of my sisters is going through the same thing right now. I can't even be there for her because it fucks me up too much.

Unfortunately, I think a civil commitment is often the best option in these situations, because they get off their meds and go psycho and won't stop.
 
I fucking hate it. I'm forever changed by this. And now one of my sisters is going through the same thing right now. I can't even be there for her because it fucks me up too much.
And she is probably going to kill someone. Either one of my parents or one of her kids. Shit is fucked. And I can't even intervene because I am so fucked from my dad trying to murder me
 
Unfortunately, I think a civil commitment is often the best option in these situations, because they get off their meds and go psycho and won't stop.
She is old enough that we can't involuntarily get her to safety. I have looked at every option, and can't make it happen. She will kill someone at some point though, and I can't do anything about it.
 
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....
Very touching story.
 
In college, volunteered for special games, kind of a knock off of the special Olympics. My athlete was an older person with various disabilities. Anyway, I took him to the restroom for a bathroom break, he was taking a while so I checked in to make sure everything was OK, and he started chasing me around with an erection.
From the sadness of riverman's story to the uproarious laughter of your story.
 
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.
OMG, Now that's traumatic.
 
I've had so many traumatic experiences that it's impossible to list them all. So, I'll list the more salient ones.
1. Was when my beloved dog died. I had little to no love as a child certainly none from my mother who seemed to hate me;
2. My mother divorced my father which was bad enough but then she remarried a horrible man whom I never met until she brought him home and announced their marriage. He then ordered that I would be ripped from my hometown where I had everything a boy could want. Her husband, Tom as a high school PE teacher and very fit. My brother and I had a snowball fight with him when I was 11 and my brother was 7 or 8. He made up an ice ball and through it hard at my little brother smashing a finger and sending him to the hospital. My mother got pregnant by him and had a miscarriage followed by a hysterectomy shortly before divorcing him after he made my mother pay his way through insurance school. When we moved from our home in Oswego, we bought a really junkie house in Portland. We were awakened one night by a man he knew who was angry and had a knife. They fought all over the house finally beating the assailant;
3. I got drafted into the Army out of college and went to war where people tried to kill me during the Tet offensive;
4. My father, who had recently changed from a man I feared because of beatings he gave me as a child, to a loving father who apologized for all his transgressions, died in a fishing accident while my brother watched helplessly;
5. I married a woman who was an ex topless dancer. My first love. I caught her bringing multiple men home whenever I was gone. Nearly killed one guy. We had a stormy divorce. I still pine over the deep love I gave her including singing to her as she hung out her dormitory window. This should have gone to someone who cared;
6. I got demoted at Tektronix by an asshole boss. I was convenient to demote so he set me up by lying. In a private meeting he said I shouldn't even try to appeal because he would deny it and win so I quit the company;
7. My mother finally married a good man whom I grew to love. He even adopted me and my brother. He died in my arms. Later, while going through his papers I found a rough draft of a will that was extremely negative of me and it broke my heart;
8. My mother then inherited everything from my new father and invited me to a reading of her new will which cut my inheritance in half;
9. My mother-in-law who had lived with me and my wife for ten years died in my arms. I gave her CPR but it was hopeless;
10. My brother died of cancer while spitting up blood and in my arms.
11. My mother then became so unloving that she started telling people all over Seaside how horrible I was. When I found out we became estranged.
12. A doctor had declared my mother died with dementia and her will went from an original of $3.7 Million and growing to $50,000 for me. She left more to each of two people, one my cousin, a drug using chain smoking, pornography addict who spent 6 months in jail until my mother bailed him out, and a man who is an ex convict and con man who was convicted of raping his daughter, than she left to me. The rest was left to strangers and shirttail relatives who are no good. All that she had promised me since I was 9 years old she left to others including old photos of me and memorabilia of my natural father and brother;
13. Then the VA gave me the wrong insulin resulting in the eventual loss of my kidneys which resulted in a life long condemnation of the hell that is hemodialysis. To add insult to injury the VA has said I am not eligible for a kidney transplant.

Okay, your turn.
 
I have no desire to reveal trauma to an audience. My traumas are between me and me.
And that is totally acceptable and fine. Only share what you are comfortable with, obviously.
 
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.
 
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....

That's rough river, I know what it's like to see a dead body. Not a great experience. In fact it's probably one of the most traumatic experiences one can have.
 
In college, volunteered for special games, kind of a knock off of the special Olympics. My athlete was an older person with various disabilities. Anyway, I took him to the restroom for a bathroom break, he was taking a while so I checked in to make sure everything was OK, and he started chasing me around with an erection.

It could have been worse
 
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.

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.

Holy Hell. That's...there is just no word for that is. Gotta be hard to be whole after that as a person.
 
I've had so many traumatic experiences that it's impossible to list them all. So, I'll list the more salient ones.
1. Was when my beloved dog died. I had little to no love as a child certainly none from my mother who seemed to hate me;
2. My mother divorced my father which was bad enough but then she remarried a horrible man whom I never met until she brought him home and announced their marriage. He then ordered that I would be ripped from my hometown where I had everything a boy could want. Her husband, Tom as a high school PE teacher and very fit. My brother and I had a snowball fight with him when I was 11 and my brother was 7 or 8. He made up an ice ball and through it hard at my little brother smashing a finger and sending him to the hospital. My mother got pregnant by him and had a miscarriage followed by a hysterectomy shortly before divorcing him after he made my mother pay his way through insurance school. When we moved from our home in Oswego, we bought a really junkie house in Portland. We were awakened one night by a man he knew who was angry and had a knife. They fought all over the house finally beating the assailant;
3. I got drafted into the Army out of college and went to war where people tried to kill me during the Tet offensive;
4. My father, who had recently changed from a man I feared because of beatings he gave me as a child, to a loving father who apologized for all his transgressions, died in a fishing accident while my brother watched helplessly;
5. I married a woman who was an ex topless dancer. My first love. I caught her bringing multiple men home whenever I was gone. Nearly killed one guy. We had a stormy divorce. I still pine over the deep love I gave her including singing to her as she hung out her dormitory window. This should have gone to someone who cared;
6. I got demoted at Tektronix by an asshole boss. I was convenient to demote so he set me up by lying. In a private meeting he said I shouldn't even try to appeal because he would deny it and win so I quit the company;
7. My mother finally married a good man whom I grew to love. He even adopted me and my brother. He died in my arms. Later, while going through his papers I found a rough draft of a will that was extremely negative of me and it broke my heart;
8. My mother then inherited everything from my new father and invited me to a reading of her new will which cut my inheritance in half;
9. My mother-in-law who had lived with me and my wife for ten years died in my arms. I gave her CPR but it was hopeless;
10. My brother died of cancer while spitting up blood and in my arms.
11. My mother then became so unloving that she started telling people all over Seaside how horrible I was. When I found out we became estranged.
12. A doctor had declared my mother died with dementia and her will went from an original of $3.7 Million and growing to $50,000 for me. She left more to each of two people, one my cousin, a drug using chain smoking, pornography addict who spent 6 months in jail until my mother bailed him out, and a man who is an ex convict and con man who was convicted of raping his daughter, than she left to me. The rest was left to strangers and shirttail relatives who are no good. All that she had promised me since I was 9 years old she left to others including old photos of me and memorabilia of my natural father and brother;
13. Then the VA gave me the wrong insulin resulting in the eventual loss of my kidneys which resulted in a life long condemnation of the hell that is hemodialysis. To add insult to injury the VA has said I am not eligible for a kidney transplant.

Okay, your turn.

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.
 

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