I got clubbed on my forehead with a hockey stick. Needed stitches and have an eyebrow scar now.
Using a throwaway for this: I was beaten so badly by one of my abusers that my blood was splattered all over the living room wall and my shirt. This happened when I was 12, on Super Bowl Sunday, in the middle of the game. The abuser and I were arguing over something trivial when that thing attacked, and well 😞 The other adults in the room sided with the abuser and one of them made me change my bloody shirt so they could throw it away to hide the evidence. It was the moment when, as a kid, I realized I was truly alone and not wanted by anyone or anything, so I tried to kill myself a week later, on Valentine’s Day. I backed off at the last second. I doubt there’ll ever be a time I can talk or even think about it without feeling pain or hurt or wanting to cry.
I am not alone in the world anymore though, thankfully. Nowadays I have good friends in my life whom I can rely on for protection and help and whom I try to protect and help in kind. But that’ll always stick with me. The family you have in life is the one you build, not the group of people you’re born into.
glad to hear you’re doing better :)
Amen to your final statement. A lot of people forgive family for heinous injustice because “they’re family” or time passed. You need to hold people accountable for their actions and have your opinions change accordingly.
Your abusers committed terrible atrocities to you and I’m glad they don’t even deserve their familial title in your description. I’m glad you have new family that deserve being considered as such.
Agreed! One of my favorite quotes has always been the old “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”. We don’t get to choose who are family is, but we do get to choose who are friends and those close to us are.
Just like with everyone else in my life, I hold my family to the “Respect is earned, not given” stance - not sure how I feel about the wording of that quote because it sounds like I’m saying that I’m crappy to people by default which isn’t the case. Rather, I’m not going to fight to have a relationship with some of my family members if they aren’t going to try to put in the effort themselves to meet me halfway.
I’m so sorry that happened to you. Getting through that kind of childhood shows an incredible amount of strength and bravery. I’m really glad you’re doing better now. I definitely agree with that last part, blood doesn’t make family, the family you’ve built for yourself is lucky to have you.
Fuck me, you’re a strong person, well done surviving friend.
So sorry to hear about that, no child should have to go through that. The strength you had to overcome all that is amazing. Hope the very best for you ❤️.
Sucker punched by a stranger on the street ranting that I was a police informant. Smashed me right in the forehead so hard everything went dark for a minute, and when I woke up he was straddling my chest and punching my face and throat. I don’t go out in public a lot anymore.
Shit. Was it a person you knew or a stranger?
Sucker punched by a stranger
Just when I think I’ve sunken as deep as I can into my stupidity, I find new lows.
Hah don’t worry about it. We all do it. Just… maybe not on the internet with all these witnesses.
Lol, thanks
Never saw him before. Sometimes I think I see him around town but I can’t be sure.
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Technically dying several for minutes after a stroke due to an aneurysm, worst thing I ever felt. They considered me dead, yet somehow everything restarted and I woke up gasping incapable of speech. I was thrown in an ice bath and they induced a coma. And yes, you can hear the outside world and the worst experience I’ve ever suffered mentally. I was in there for what I assumed was decades of masochist torture for realizing I wasn’t awake, despite my minds initial insistence I was. I still question if the acceptance, would have meant my dying and the torture was the pain of trying to stay alive. I eventually woke up to discover it had only been 10 days, and I was capable of basic speech, but my muscles had decayed to the point simple movement was almost impossible. In under 2 weeks, I relearned English and how to walk again. Since therapy, nothing is even remotely scaring as what your own mind can do to you.
That sounds terrible. Glad you made it through but I would think you relive that from time to time.
I have a screwed up neck so when I had a major surgery they had to intubate me (tube down the throat) while I was awake and immobilized (arms strapped down at my sides etc) for surgery. For a long time it would come back to me every time I started to fall asleep. I’m ok now but that PTSD is nothing to mess with. I don’t know if I could do it again.
Thanks, yeah it was bad but over the years it stopped haunting me. Did take a while to get adjusted to reality, since in the coma it was a constant game, making me think I was awake… but, limbless, attacked or dismembered, among other things.
The days without eating weren’t too bad, it was really the removal of all the tubes like you mentioned, I was intubated and had a breathing device inserted that i apparently tried removing twice while coming out.
I kinda tried killing a nurse a few times that I was sure was attempting to kill me lol, thankfully I was so weakened I moved like a tree sloth. The worst was always catheter removal, as they always left it inflated and needed me to be awake when they pulled it out. They did it six times… my genitalia has never forgiven me. It’s even worse when they put it in if you’re alert, it feels like someone is putting a straw in.
Ha, I was still under when the catheter went in but the day it came out I had to go but could not and it drove me crazy. After a few hours nature took it’s course, at it tends to do. What a relief.
I know someone who was put under like that after a surgical mishap and they definitely tried to wrestle a nurse and tear the vent out. Totally understandable and they said they expect it.
I’ve done a bunch of martial arts, gotten into fights, fell 20 feet out of a tree (saved by branches and a rotten log, woo), got accidentally slashed with a knife and could see the inside of my hand, been hit with a wooden baseball bat, skateboarded (and fucked up plenty of times), mountain biked (and fucked up plenty of times), and been attacked by a dog but I’d have to say, hands down, car wreck.
Wasn’t even that bad an accident, but I was bruised all over, sore as shit, and had a concussion.
Shit sucked and it could’ve been a lot worse, I was pretty lucky: Be careful when you’re driving, always pay attention, and assume everyone else is a dangerous idiot. Also, wear your fucking seatbelt!
Dude here living an action movie as the stunt double.
Mostly just youth and stupidity lol
Both?
They went hand in hand for me, I have less of both now (but still plenty lol)
A kidney stone. Small but oh so much internal damage. I would say law enforcement 2% pepper spray is the most painful non-damaging event I have experienced.
Fell and broke my femur at home. Needed to be surgically repaired with a titanium pin, after which I was in the hospital for 5 days, rehab for 3 weeks, and then a few months later had another surgery to replace a screw in the pin which was protruding and scratching up my thigh muscle from the inside.
Oh that screw to muscle contact sounds like the worst, tho I’m sure the broken femur was.
I’m currently sitting in bed in pain no sleep (besides during surgery) for second night in row. Dislocated wrist and shattered forearm, 8 inch I believe long plate (had to get custom made, so I got to spend a night with my bone all but protruding through skin) with 13 screws. To hold me together. All cuz some jackass in a lawn care truck decided to go left in front of me when I had right of way, I slammed my brakes but hit his bed I was on my motorcycle. Flipped over his bed straight cleared it then skipped down pavement like 20 ft or so. If not for my suit I would have lost the arm and had far more injury. I’m a mechanic by trade so 3 months recovery min is going to ruin me.
Not me but in Lützerath, the last german town that was destroyed (directly) for mining coal, cops just hit and kicked people in the head, with bats, that were lying on the ground…
Medics were trying to help while the fucking Cops still punched the fuck out of them, and they were all peaceful.
At least one person was beaten so hard they were in life critical condition for several hours.
Yayy, police your friend and savior
Worst pain I ever felt was one day many years back I was trying to move a very heavy exercise bike at the gym. I went to lift it and immediately started feeling nauseous as a spike of pain ran down my arm. It hurt so bad but I wasn’t sure what happened.
Lifting my arm sent more pain racing down my arm. It took me a couple of days to realize this wasn’t adjust any normal injury. Ended up going to the doctor and he said I ripped the bicep from the bone on one of my arms. Needed surgery to reattach it and now I have a metal pin in there and a scar that likes to turn purple sometimes. Really weird.
I was picked on a lot in school. About 5 or 6 of my bullies chased me down in the yard and took me down. I remember trying to protect my sides while they stood around me kicking, and watching the blood drips appear on the gravel.
The school yard monitors never even noticed and they were never punished.
Jesus that’s sad. Sounds like a hollywood teen movie.
I have been very fortunate that the worst were draws. My problem is that getting hurt makes me mad rather then…whatever the other emotion is. I even lose my temper at inanimate objects and take accidental injury personally. However, I make real sure that I dont take it out on other people. I had an employee quit on me when I was having a bad day a long time ago and that was a wakeup call
I do the same, it’s weird isn’t it. If I bang my head I’ll curse the object like no tomorrow when I know it’s obviously my fault!
It wasn’t a beating, just one kick in karate class. We wore cups (groin guards) and protective equipment, but I was an adolescent and “changing” rapidly so my cup was several sizes too small.
We were also supposed to “pull” our kicks and punches, but my sparring partner didn’t pull his kick to my groin and he broke my groin protector cup. It hurt so much I lost my breath and fell over until my sensei had me sit in an ‘L’ position while he lifted me from behind under my arms. That seemed to straighten things out.
I did that on accident once. Was aiming for a chest kick, ended up giving a chick a full force groin kick and layed her out. They started making me spar with highschool boys after that. One eventually kicked me through the drywall lol.
I accidentally kicked a sparring partner in the nuts once when I was moving up to teep him in the chest but he started to close in too, he was not wearing a cup. I felt fucking terrible.
Ahhh, the 'ol testicle tickler. I’ve given and received a few of those :-/
lead leg inside thigh strikes are awesome.
I always lucked out and had my cup save me, but my condolences.
My balls hurt just reading that
Headbutted by a skinhead on my way home from school. I couldn’t see straight afterwards and had to be walked home by a friend…
A biker once hit my across the head with a pool.cue rest. It was weird as I didn’t see anything happen but everything slowed right down (fight or flight is useless when you can’t see the threat), I noticed a guy I knew start to react and then I went blind. Someone sitting with me says the blood fountained out of my head then lost pressure and ran into my eyes. I was alright after I got cleaned up, although someone did walk me home to make sure I didn’t die up an alley or something . When they renovated the pub I was tempted to ask.if I could have the floorboards stained with my blood but I decided not to.
Do you regret not asking? If those floorboards were still in usable shape somewhere in a shed would you want them now? It’s been 15 years and I still regret leaving a completely innocuous but immensely personal random ass piece of pipe somewhere that my grandmother could accidentally scrap it. I would absolutely have carried that piece of garbage with me all these years. I have so many memories from the little time we had, who knows what we could have accomplished together.
bike handle into my stomach and dry heaving on the hot pavement
Got hit by a car. Lots of broken bones.
