What's the most traumatic experience you've ever had? - Creepy uncles, bullying and bad accidents

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Fibonacci

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The most traumatic experience I have had happened in the early morning hours of today. It pains me even to describe it to you all now.

My story begins with a box of oreos before bedtime. I was on my third row of the double-stuffed sweet and 10 minutes into my 6th episode of Aggretsuko when the Sandman, perhaps fearing for my health and wanting to save me from myself, forcefully crashed me into slumber.

Suddenly, I found myself lying in a bed, but this bed was not in my room. I looked round and it seemed like I was in a research cell in Umbrella Corp's Hive. Behind my bed was a window and I could see out into the hallway. The hallway looked like the Hive's train system. A noise, like the pitter-patter of an autistic man masturbating with a wet oven mitt, came rushing down the hall and a tall, dark shadow passed my window. I rustled in my jimmies but could not move. I wanted to run. Then the figure appeared in my doorway. It looked like a really tall version of ALF, but had spider fangs and goat legs. He lept at me, sinking his fangs into my abdomen and I could feel my life force being drained, tearing me from the Vortessence. I screamed for help!

And then it was over. My boyfriend woke me up to ask why I was yodeling in my sleep and to stop because he couldn't hear his vidya game. I... I just don't know if I can feel safe sleeping anymore.
 

polonium

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for reals now

sleep paralysis.

Waking up, absolutely convinced there's someone in the room with you, and completely unable to move. Sometimes it feels like someone is actually moving you (dragging you out of bed slowly for instance). Sometimes I'll concentrate as hard as I can and try to move my arm to turn the light on, and I think I'm actually managing to move but never seem to get there. It wears off after a 10 or 20 minutes usually, but it's horrible at the time.

There's a lot of evidence to suggest sleep paralysis is where people's stories of being assaulted by demons and witches, or abducted by aliens come from.
 

Calamity Jane

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Two juicy meat patties for you sick fucks whom I know are reading this thread.

1. The time when I was a child and I nearly drowned in my next-door neighbour's swimming pool. My parents were in our backyard next door. It had a low-cut fence. They could easily hear (and see,) me but did nothing. The neighbour dad had to run out of the house, dive fully-clothed into the pool, and wrangle me out. I was seven. Still don't know how to swim.

2. As a young teen I got smashed off my face on cheap shiraz, stumbled into my living room and knocked a cabinet upon which a teddy-bear shaped jar with the name of my deceased younger brother tenderly painted on it's stomach rested... You guessed it. I knocked over the urn of my dead baby brother's ashes while I was drunk.
 
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Had my forehead split open by a headbutt from a psycho ex. Strangled me until I blacked out on the bed then headbutted me. Blood gushing everywhere. Still have a scar. Was the last straw after years of escalating abuse.

I was 17 when we got together while he was in his mid twenties, saw my first chance at leaving home and took it. Big mistake. Not worth it!

So grateful to the neighbours who'd called the police (though nobody would own up) - managed to run for the door, straight past crazy narc ex (who was clutching a butcher knife to his abdomen in a last ditch 'don't leave me' threat) was and they saved my life.

Never saw the twat again and managed to get away with my pets and found a new house. We're all in a much better place now. Still stalks me online but he's crap at it and I don't really use any social media for him to find.

Just get the fuck out as soon as you can. Shame from burdening family or friends isn't a reason to stay in a violent/abusive relationship, shared bills and pets aren't either. Thank christ the ex was impotent.
 

polonium

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Not like sexually abused, it was more emotional, he was a master at manipulation and being an asshole.
He also slapped my hand once, but I have no real memory of why he did that.
Real emotional abuse, or millennial emotional abuse, like asking employees to be on time and not play on their phone all day?
 

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Real emotional abuse, or millennial emotional abuse, like asking employees to be on time and not play on their phone all day?
Real emotional abuse to me, he insulted my weight a ton and yelled me and called me a fucking idiot when I asked him for help on my second day working there; he always told me that I was 'too skinny' and I 'looked like a fucking twig'.
I told him I was a normal weight yet he kept insisting I was anorexic.
He also told my fellow employees I wasn't cutting the bread correctly because I was 'suffering the symptoms of being skinny'.
I don't know what he meant.
 

MarvinTheParanoidAndroid

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Real emotional abuse to me, he insulted my weight a ton and yelled me and called me a fucking idiot when I asked him for help on my second day working there; he always told me that I was 'too skinny' and I 'looked like a fucking twig'.
I told him I was a normal weight yet he kept insisting I was anorexic.
He also told my fellow employees I wasn't cutting the bread correctly because I was 'suffering the symptoms of being skinny'.
I don't know what he meant.

Lemme guess.

He was obese.
 

8777BB5

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The one that stands out the most was when my dad caught me looking at porn when I was twelve. It wasn't even that bad porn (It was one of those eighties Playboy Playmate Profiles) but when he saw it he went nuclear. He quickly screamed for my mom to come up the stairs and when she saw it she went nuclear. She proceeded to knock me to the ground and then proceeded to beat me up while spitting in my face and screaming about how I was going to go to hell for disrespect women. She then flashed me, slapped me across the face again and told me not to move a muscle while she, my dad and my brother took all my stuff and put it up in the attic. When I finally got it back six years later I was furious to see that half of it was missing. When I confronted my mother about it, she said "If you hadn't disrespected women you wouldn't have lost your stuff." Needless to say I was not happy.
 

atomtan

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I was the person who was hired to clean up after a suicide.

Nothing like some existential crisis while cleaning a previously father of 7's brain off the ceiling, when the flooring underneath your A-ladder oozes blood and whatnot. While all the family photos stare at you and make you think if this was in any way preventable.
 

eldri

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I was the person who was hired to clean up after a suicide.

Nothing like some existential crisis while cleaning a previously father of 7's brain off the ceiling, when the flooring underneath your A-ladder oozes blood and whatnot. While all the family photos stare at you and make you think if this was in any way preventable.

Similar but not as horrifying and not traumatic, just melancholic.

When I suffered from depression, the son of my father's friend was killed due to a drug overdose. This person had a history of drug abuse and emotional trouble. After he died, I helped clean his apartment and I found the trial pills for antidepressants.
While it wasn't traumatic, it was eerie and sad knowing the struggle that comes with using medication for mental illnesses, especially because medication is a trial-and-error process, and to see the failure of that process.
 

MarvinTheParanoidAndroid

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The one that stands out the most was when my dad caught me looking at porn when I was twelve. It wasn't even that bad porn (It was one of those eighties Playboy Playmate Profiles) but when he saw it he went nuclear. He quickly screamed for my mom to come up the stairs and when she saw it she went nuclear. She proceeded to knock me to the ground and then proceeded to beat me up while spitting in my face and screaming about how I was going to go to hell for disrespect women. She then flashed me, slapped me across the face again and told me not to move a muscle while she, my dad and my brother took all my stuff and put it up in the attic. When I finally got it back six years later I was furious to see that half of it was missing. When I confronted my mother about it, she said "If you hadn't disrespected women you wouldn't have lost your stuff." Needless to say I was not happy.

> burn their house down with gasoline
> "This wouldn't have happened if you never disrespected me"