Whats your most traumatic memory? (903 hits)
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Submitted by Rachel Happy pants (View user info) at 2005-09-01 02:49:18 EDT
Today while I was chasing my child around the house with the vacuum cleaner, I was reminiscing on the horrible things my parents used to do to me, like the time my mum left me at home by myself to buy a packet of ciggarettes, when I was three.
I remember wandering the house looking for her and I think this sparked my very first feelings of abandonment, which coincidentally I still carry with me now.
Whenever this incident is bought up it is quickly denied and a quick change of subject ensues.
Soooo ubers what are your worst memories from childhood? You know the real brain fuckers, the ones that make little tears prick the backs of your eyes. Come on this is the net you are granted basic anonymity.
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Submitted by Gloosh (user info) at 2005-09-02 07:51:41 EDT (#)
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The people of Uber are more fucked up than I thought.
Submitted by sideshow (user info) at 2005-09-01 18:05:38 EDT (#)
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When I was 5, we moved across Canada from the east to the west. And from the south to the north. So, I was now living on an isolated Indian reservation. There was only a few white families up there, the rest were Natives. I got my ass kicked daily for being white. Racism does hurt, especially when there is nobody to turn to for help. Eventually, I didn't even bother screaming anymore, because I knew some shit head was just gonna throw a handful of dirt into my mouth. Natives fight dirty, they almost never lose a fight because with them, there is never a fair fight. I remember being hated for being white, and that was the harsh reality that I knew for years.
Submitted by Foonbo (user info) at 2005-09-01 15:14:22 EDT (#)
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When my sister died and my parents made us cook and eat her so she'd "remain part of the family."
Submitted by Stin (user info) at 2005-09-01 15:08:02 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/60025
Submitted by morontian (user info) at 2005-09-01 13:52:04 EDT (#)
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I was afraid of the dark when I was little and to help me overcome it, my dad locked me in a bathroom in the middle of the house. The lightswitch was on the outside, so I couldn't do shit but scream and pound on the door in pure panic. The flashback scene in 'Boogeyman' where the kid's dad locks him in the closet under the stairs pretty much sums it up.
Circe's was a lot worse.
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2005-09-01 10:34:05 EDT (#)
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not sure, but i'm sure it has something to do with ubersite.
Submitted by RyuFu (user info) at 2005-09-01 10:20:32 EDT (#)
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Got shot 9 times in the head. Well no, but there was an old Howard Stern on this morning when 50 Cent was on, so...ahem.
I have memories of my parents going shopping and leaving me alone when I was proably 5 or 6. I walked from the bus stop after school in 1st grade to an empty house while my parents were at work. Well, they were separated at the time, so my dad was absent by default, but my mom was at work.
I pretty much remember being in the house alone with my mom watching TV or something and witnessing her burst into tears for apparently no reason. I guess I realize it wasn't for no reason.
Maybe I won't admit those were traumatic experiences, but they must have helped form me into who I am. I'm more or less antisocial and I especially fear parties and other social gatherings.
Uhh, woops, this wasn't supposed to get that personal...bah, whatever.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2005-09-01 10:19:05 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Mike00295 (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:26:02 (#)
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By far...getting shot in the head.
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You win. Here is the prize for the most fucked up memory ummmmm.....
my respect? whatever thats worth.
Submitted by Wrightcopy (user info) at 2005-09-01 10:14:28 EDT (#)
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When I was like five or six, the son of a friend of the family went to Mexico for his spring break. He was staying at some hotel and was going swimming at the pool there. He dived in, but it was too shallow, and he ended up hitting his head on the bottom and knocking himself out.
My family told me about him, and that night I sat in my bed and prayed to God. I used to have like ten stuffed animals on my bed, and I lined them up against the foot board and the wall and I organized their hands as well as I could so they all looked like they were praying. So me and all of my stuffed animals prayed to God to let this man live, because he was an overall nice kid.
He died the next day.
It's not the most traumatic thing to happen to anyone ever, but it bothered me.
Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:34:21 EDT (#)
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<sob>
I feel MUCH better now. Thanks.
Is it too early for the Group Hug?
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:32:55 EDT (#)
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Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-09-01 06:31:03 (#)
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Except to the cat, who kindly volunteered to have its skull shattered so you could be taught your lesson.
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Being a Shiny Happy Person who forgives everybody for everything and is not scarred in any way, shape, or form by anything that's ever happened - because a lot of people had it worse and no one likes a sook - is quite challenging enough, thank you, without people like you jumping in with your "reason" and "logic" and "Truth."
Dammit.
Submitted by Teephphah (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:28:16 EDT (#)
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I can't compete with you freaks. Stupid Fucking Leave It To Beaver Childhood. Why did my parents have to be so fucking competent?!
Best I can come up with:
In second grade I was minding my own business one day when my teacher,Ms. Ernheardt, (oh Ms. Ernheardt, soooooo hot, wanted to touch the heiney) came over to me and told me that someone wanted to see me in the hallway.
Ms. Ernheardt took me out there and there was some sort of counselor or the principal or something out there. They asked me if I had beaten up a little girl who lived a block or two away from me the day before.
I hadn't. I'd never beaten ANYONE up, ever. (And for the love of GOD, I would never hit a girl! Both my Momma AND my Daddy taught me that.) Besides that, I didn't like the girl. I avoided her whenever I could. She was a year or two younger than I was and she was wildly annoying. She creeped me out (I think maybe she had a crush on me?). But the fact was that I hadn't even been anywhere near her house for probably more than a month. I tried to explain this.
But the counselor of principal or whoever told me that this girl was covered in bruises, and that she told them that *I* was the one who had beaten her up.
I didn't, but that didn't seem to matter. I was told that I was a very bad boy and that they were very disappointed in me and I think I had to go see the counselor for a while after that. I still remember the look in Ms. Ernheardt's eyes, like she was seeing me again for the firt time and I was some sort of violent predator or something.
In short, Jen Campinella, fuck you, you lying little bitch.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:28:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Mike00295 (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:26:02 (#)
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By far...getting shot in the head.
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I'd say Mike's owns this post.
Submitted by Mike00295 (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:26:02 EDT (#)
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By far...getting shot in the head.
Submitted by d_prime (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:20:18 EDT (#)
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I have to talk half an hour, to probably wait 20 minutes, to see a 15 minutes presentation, and then walk half an hour back. I DONT WANNA GO.
Oh well, I'm going. I'll be back in an hour or so Uber.
Submitted by Maddog (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:14:52 EDT (#)
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When I was a wee lad and the toilet lid smashed my peanut-pecker as I attempted a tip-toe "big boy" pee. Ahhh, the humanity.
+2 for Invader Zim
Submitted by d_prime (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:12:10 EDT (#)
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What indo said.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2005-09-01 09:09:08 EDT (#)
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When I was three I had to fight my twin to death with my newly born little brothers umbilical cord. See I already had an older brother, and my paernts only wanted three boys. it was tough at the time, but looking back I knew it was the only real choice my parents had.
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-09-01 08:44:32 EDT (#)
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Falling 30 feet off a chairlift and smacking my knee on a pole.
Submitted by Confuzitron (user info) at 2005-09-01 08:22:53 EDT (#)
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I was walking to my car after a Cardinals game, and out of the blue I was stabbed. I was writhing in pain on the ground, and I saw a man dressed in drag reach into my pockets and grab for my wallet. Lying on the ground in downtown St. Louis for an entire night, unable to move because of the pain, was definitely my most traumatic memory.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-09-01 08:03:47 EDT (#)
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Part 1 http://www.ubersite.com/m/70402
Part 2 http://www.ubersite.com/m/70459
Part 3 http://www.ubersite.com/m/71327
Part 4 http://www.ubersite.com/m/72350
Part 5 http://www.ubersite.com/m/72910
Worst childhood memories....shit I wrote a whole series on mine.
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-09-01 07:41:06 EDT (#)
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when my mom killed the dog.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-09-01 07:12:03 EDT (#)
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Hahaha Sphagnum. We lit so many fires at school. And this is only last year. Though they were relatively controlled.
I remember seeing one fire, fuelled inventively by whiteout, getting a bit out of hand and about to spill over to the lawn, and stamping on it really hard, so I ended up with whiteout all over my shoes.
Submitted by Sphagnum (user info) at 2005-09-01 07:03:33 EDT (#)
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There are way too many for me to remember.
I guess one that comes to mind is the time when I was in 3rd grade and I had somehow come across a box of matches which I was sure were left lying around solely for my enjoyment.
Being the brainstorming genius that I am, I decided to take said matches to school, just in case someone needed something set on fire. It wasn't so much that the school needed their demountable classroom set on fire, it was more that we were bored and decided to make that decision for them.
The demountables were erected on a straw bedding for some reason that I have since never been able to comprehend. We thought it would be fun to set the straw on fire and see what happened. Small fire, nothing to exciting, we got bored quickly and decided to go and burn something else.
Little did we realise, fires don't just go out because you aren't paying attentiong to them anymore. I managed to put my own life in jeopardy to extinguish most of the flames with my foot before the whole suburb had to be evacuated.
Boy did I learn my lesson. From that day onwards, I decided never to set anything on fire unless I was completely prepared to abandon it when it got out of control.
I could have been seriously hurt that day.
Excuse: Spelling, punctuation, grammar etc.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-09-01 06:47:31 EDT (#)
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Except to the cat, who kindly volunteered to have its skull shattered so you could be taught your lesson.
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Cat's don't have feelings, they're made out of rubber.
Submitted by sinna (user info) at 2005-09-01 06:45:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Rasta (user info) at 2005-09-01 06:00:09 (#)
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Oh lord. The time I puked from hearing all the Jerry Springer rejects whine on Uber.
Aren't there any normal people anymore? At least pretend. lol
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lol. twat.
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The time my nephew caught me fucking a chicken.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-09-01 06:31:03 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-09-01 06:13:24 (#)
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Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2005-09-01 04:33:48 (#)
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Circe, my fiancee is home and just told me how he was forced at twelve to shoot his own dog for getting into the sheep. He grew up on a farm and is right now offering all sorts of excuses about how it was the natural order blah blah blah, I suppose at least you had a better understanding of death than most of us....
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That's exactly right, too. It's the way things are; if the cat kills the chickens, kill the cat. He did it the way he did because I had to learn not to bring home any more stray animals that'd endanger the animals we already had.
Harsh lesson, learned it, no harm done.
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Except to the cat, who kindly volunteered to have its skull shattered so you could be taught your lesson.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-09-01 06:13:24 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2005-09-01 04:33:48 (#)
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Circe, my fiancee is home and just told me how he was forced at twelve to shoot his own dog for getting into the sheep. He grew up on a farm and is right now offering all sorts of excuses about how it was the natural order blah blah blah, I suppose at least you had a better understanding of death than most of us....
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That's exactly right, too. It's the way things are; if the cat kills the chickens, kill the cat. He did it the way he did because I had to learn not to bring home any more stray animals that'd endanger the animals we already had.
Harsh lesson, learned it, no harm done.
Submitted by Rasta (user info) at 2005-09-01 06:00:09 EDT (#)
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Oh lord. The time I puked from hearing all the Jerry Springer rejects whine on Uber.
Aren't there any normal people anymore? At least pretend. lol
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2005-09-01 05:12:14 EDT (#)
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I wouldn't quite say those were the most... just the earliest.
I couldn't measure the most, nor will I divulge anyone in them.
Submitted by lordofduct (user info) at 2005-09-01 05:05:00 EDT (#)
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How about the first NON traumatic thing? I think it occured just last week; I finally get to live on my own!
Nah, just kidding... kinda.
I can slightly remember some very early things in my life from when I was a few months shy of 2 years old.
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My brother Ian being born; I always wanted to feed him with his bottle. I would run around the house with his bottle crying to my mother that it was time to feed the baby. God rest his soul...
The day I fell in the pool and almost drown... I was under for almost 4 minutes. I remember chasing a frog with a teacup and trying to scoop him up when he jumped in the pool. Didn't quite turn out how I planned as I sunk 9 ft down and sat there.
My parents fighting... I know of some when I was older, like 3 or 4, like when my mum pulled a shotgun on my dad. But the earliest and first one I remember is going into the kitchen to ask for a freezey pop and finding myself between my parents fighting. My father smacked my mother, she punched him in the face and went for a knife so my father snatched her up by the neck and shoved her into the wall leaving a big dent... yeah. ummm, nevermind.
Submitted by Boon (user info) at 2005-09-01 05:03:25 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by BadAssJulie (user info) at 2005-09-01 04:50:21 EDT (#)
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Mine's a toss up between these, take your pick:
a) When I got picked up by the cops before my third birthday party. My dad was supposed to watch me while my mom went to get stuff for the party but he fell asleep. I ended up going to a restaurant next to our apartment and eating people's food as I walked by their tables. My party was ruined but the cops were nice and gave me milk and cookies.
b) The time my dad killed the cockatiel I bought him for father's day. It bit him so he threw it at his metal toolbox.
c) The time I almost blew both my mom's and my own head off when I was 2. My dad was a coke dealer at the time and kept a loaded gun under the couch cushion. I found it and put it in my mouth like a lollipop and then my mom calmly told me to give it to her so I pointed it at her to hand it over. I only found out about this one a few years ago. I guess I understand why my mom left my dad.
d) My dad married the fairy tale version of the evil stepmother, big hairy mole on her face and all. She was always really mean to me and would punish me and make me do all the chores. He never stuck up for me or believed me.
e) My dad gave all my favorite toys to the evil stepchildren even though they were older than me.
f) After my mom had to get a restraining order on my behalf against the evil stepmother and her children due to another traumatic event, my dad would visit me for a day or so and not come back for a few years. This was always traumatic because I'd get so excited to see him and then so depressed when he didn't stay. I found out later that he only came back to try to get my mom back. It was never for me.
They're all related to my dad so I guess he's actually my most traumatic childhood memory.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-09-01 04:50:18 EDT (#)
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The time I killed my best friend in a game of tetherball when we were ten. I'll never forget the look on Tommy's face when that fucking chain whipped around his neck and locked up.
Submitted by iradney (user info) at 2005-09-01 04:37:29 EDT (#)
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hmmm
quite possibly the time i was in 6th grade, and i slept over at my best friend's house. i woke up later that night to find her older brother touching me in ways he shouldn't have. i also remember getting yelled at by her mom coz i told MY mom about it.
but number one on the list has to be watching my sister die. i will never, NEVER forget that.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2005-09-01 04:33:48 EDT (#)
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Circe, my fiancee is home and just told me how he was forced at twelve to shoot his own dog for getting into the sheep. He grew up on a farm and is right now offering all sorts of excuses about how it was the natural order blah blah blah, I suppose at least you had a better understanding of death than most of us....
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-09-01 04:32:38 EDT (#)
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I'm good at repression so they only surface occaisonally, when I really think hard. The one that's come up now was when a boy I knew at school called Edward invited me round to his house. He said he wanted a fight, at least I think that's what he said, and then I was banging his head against the floor. I remember that very clearly, the muffled thumping noise, the look in his eyes as he winced. Most starkly of all I remember the sensation in my arms, the vibration caused by the flexibility of the floor boards, the cushion of the carpet, through his head and down his body.
Disturbingly, the next memory is me as a six year old dry humping a metal pole in P.E. I blame the humidity, it does weird shit to your equilibrium.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-09-01 04:30:38 EDT (#)
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Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:23:25 (#)
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Circe, that is fucked up. I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive one of my parents for doing something like that.
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It sounds worse than it is. I mean, it was fucked at the time, but he had his reasons and as an adult, looking back, it just seems like shitty judgement and a short fuse on his part, as opposed to actual malice.
That was a stupidly long sentence with too many commas.
Submitted by ChannelDunlap (user info) at 2005-09-01 04:19:20 EDT (#)
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I don't have many bad memories. My family was generally pretty cool. One time I fell off a chair and hit my head on the way down. When I cried about it, my granddad came over and yelled at me, something about only sissies crying or that general effect. Its nothing bad, I'm not trying to say it stacks up to the dead cat story or anything (which, by the way, is fucking horrible), but its the first time I can remember really being hurt by anyone's words.
He killed himself a few years later, from what I understand he was a good guy though.
Submitted by Tom (user info) at 2005-09-01 04:04:51 EDT (#)
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I was in the 5th grade when Tom Petty's album "Echo" came out. Incidentally, I knew a girl, also in 5th grade, who lived with her dad on weekends. Her dad raped her. He treated her like she was his slave. I believe she finally got away from him. On "Echo", the lyrics to this particular song are as follows:
I remember when you were his dog
I remember you under his thumb
Yeah baby, when he would call
Every time you had to come
Hey baby
You're a free girl now.
Hey baby
You're a free girl now.
I remember when he was your boss
I remember him touching your butt
I remember you counting your blessings
Yeah honey, you had to keep your mouth shut
Hey baby, you're a free girl now
Yeah baby, you're a free girl now
Yeah, well all right
Honey, put your sugar down
Dazzle, dazzle the moon above
Lay your victim down
No longer will you be a slave
No longer will you have to crawl
No longer will you suffer
No longer will you stall
One day you'll live for a reason
One day you'll be gone, no more
When you walk from the table
No longer, will you bow down
Hey baby
You're a free girl now.
Hey baby
You're a free girl now.
I don't think a day goes by that I don't think about this. It's as if they wrote that song for her, because it matches up astonishingly. I don't really listen to that album very much now. This isn't quite a disturbing memory, but it sure baffles the hell out of me sometimes.
I wonder how she's doing. I haven't talked to her in 7 years.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:58:43 EDT (#)
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The funniest part is my Mother just came over then, to see if my sisters here because shes an hour late picking her up from school. Ahh my parentals fucking up generations since 1984.
Submitted by AlkalineSolo (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:58:00 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:01:03 (#)
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I had a cat named Milo. We kept chickens when I was young. The chickens had babies and Milo killed one of them.
My Dad made me watch as he chased my cat around the yard with a 2 x 4 and beat it to death. It sounded like a flat basketball being bounced. His head was burst open, there was blood and brains and fur everywhere.
Dad picked the cat up and threw him at my feet. "Now that's a dead cat" he said. "Bury it." I was 12. I cried a lot.
I laughed at "Now that is a dead cat"
Submitted by a_reader (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:55:25 EDT (#)
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"Soooo ubers what are your worst memories from childhood? You know the real brain fuckers, the ones that make little tears prick the backs of your eyes. Come on this is the net you are granted basic anonymity."
How ironic that you would use the phrase 'brain fuckers' for my most traumatic experience by far is the time my grandfather stuck his penis in my ear while I was asleep.
Submitted by DooZa (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:45:23 EDT (#)
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When I got raped by those two hot swedish girls..
Wait, that wasnt traumatic
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:43:02 EDT (#)
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Let's see, it's a toss up; when I was six, my mother started me doing chores around the house. She gave me a black eye because she didn't think I mopped the kitchen floor good enough. Or the time the grabbed my dinner plate off the table and hit me over the head with it because I didn't want to eat dinner (I had the flu).
or the time when I had a loaded gun pointed two feet from my face. I had a job stocking shelves at a drug store when I was 16. We were robbed and to illustrate to the pharmacist on duty that he was prepared to kill for narcotics, he pointed the gun at my face and held it there as the pharmacist threw all the narcotics into his bag.
It's a toss up between those things.
One good thing about the gun incident, it made me not fear death for some reason.
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:38:50 EDT (#)
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I wanted an Amiga 500 when I was a kid but my mum bought be a commodore 64 instead.
I still have nightmares.
Submitted by maiorano84 (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:32:21 EDT (#)
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I got in a knife fight with my mom.....
And dad.............
And I won...........
Up until they slashed me in the mouth with a broken bottle while I slept. That sucked.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:28:12 EDT (#)
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hehe apollo my mum always used to threaten the orphanage she never did it though, she jsut got drunk a lot and left me at my grandmas.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:23:25 EDT (#)
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Circe, that is fucked up. I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive one of my parents for doing something like that.
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:21:45 EDT (#)
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i was 4 and my cat was coming up the stairs.
i stuck my head into the entrace for the cat to the downstairs and said, "hey kitty, kitty"
he came up to my face and slashed me across my face.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:18:22 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:03:25 (#)
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Is this real? """
yup.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:07:13 EDT (#)
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Apollo I have rated accordingly you can anwer me there or here I don't mind.
No don't go to Oprah I find if you discuss these things It saves a lot of time and therapy.
Submitted by psychabillyjean (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:02:38 EDT (#)
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"GO TO OPRAH!"
"GO TO OPRAH!"
Sorry, if this was Springer (which it sort of is in text form) that's what you'd hear.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:01:03 EDT (#)
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I had a cat named Milo. We kept chickens when I was young. The chickens had babies and Milo killed one of them.
My Dad made me watch as he chased my cat around the yard with a 2 x 4 and beat it to death. It sounded like a flat basketball being bounced. His head was burst open, there was blood and brains and fur everywhere.
Dad picked the cat up and threw him at my feet. "Now that's a dead cat" he said. "Bury it." I was 12. I cried a lot.
Apart from that, though, I had a pretty good childhood - I wasn't abandoned or starved. I was whipped with a rubber hose when I was 8 for breaking off a twig in the car door, trying to use it as a key to open the car.
These aren't traumatic memories - I mean, I don't cry at them. But they're the worst I can come up with.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2005-09-01 03:00:12 EDT (#)
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I know who plucka duck is!!!!
I once dreamt about the dragon from the neverending story and the bad wolf who was nothing, i think this is when I first developed my fear of death.
I have many issues.....
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-09-01 02:58:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ajanssen (user info) at 2005-09-01 02:55:35 (#)
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When I caught Uncle Fred fucking a chicken
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This made me snort water onto my shirt. +2.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-09-01 02:57:56 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/50694
Submitted by ajanssen (user info) at 2005-09-01 02:55:35 EDT (#)
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When I caught Uncle Fred fucking a chicken
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2005-09-01 02:54:44 EDT (#)
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Traumatic? I can't think of one at the moment. But your post reminded me of the most traumatic dream I've ever had, which must have occurred when I was about 3 or 4.
I was home alone (in the dream) which was a pretty scary thing for a three year old, as you said. I looked out of a window and saw 'Plucka-Duck' (a giant guy in a duck suit from 'Hey Hey it's Saturday' an old Australian variety show) walking down my driveway. This freaked me out, so I ran to the front door to get away, when there was this horrible disjointed knocking sound on the door, which I could somehow see through the door was a disembodied pair of green gumboots.
It looks sort of weird in writing, but those were some freaky gumboots.