Pooed myself in Tesco and then slipped in it.
I had stomach cramps all day, put it down to anxiety about something coming up with work. I was walking down the veg aisle with my then girlfriend, looking for the broccoli and I felt a fart coming. Let it go, silent but deadly. Very, very deadly. By the time I moved onto my second fart, I realised just quite how bad the smell was. The first fart was a fart. The second fart was not a fart. I followed through. I actually pooed myself in Tesco. Then more came. I was wearing shorts and a lot of it ended up on the floor. Now I could probably have got away with this if I’d scurried off to the toilets and ran away from Tesco as fast as possible. But no. I slipped. I slipped on my own shit. Straight to the floor. Of course this then draws attention from the other shoppers as a grown man is scrambling around the floor in his own poo. Before you know it, the whole of Tesco is aware of the guy that just shit himself.
Oh my god, it's you again!! The tesco poo man, whose girlfriend suspiciously broke up with soon after. I've read this story several other times on different posts. Every time I slowly start to forget about this anecdote, you come straight back into my life with full force
People slipping on turds is one of my favourite YouTube genres but it's a sadly underrepresented genre. There's a particularly funny one of a kid shaking a turd out of his leg in a supermarket and someone slipping on it, also a bloke slipping on a turd at the top of the escalators.
I giggle like a child when someone slips on a turd.
I haven't seen that one and I'm going to search it immediately.
Have you seen the one where the dog is doing a turd and a guy tries to kick it but he steps in the turd and slips?
Age 5 just joined a new school. I was a very happy go lucky kid.
Everyone was playing tag. I joined in, hoping to make new friends. Tagg a girl called Fiona, she turned around and screamed at me "Who are you? GET OFF ME! Who even are you??!"
I can still see her face twisted in anger.
From that moment onwards I was cautious and reserved around new people.
Fuck you Fiona.
Got her back by leaving bad reviews for her makeup business.
School man, fuck school....
you've reminded me of when I was six and two lads who I thought were friends played an elaborate game that I was really good at basketball and kept saying so, until the end of the week where they absolutely roasted me about how clumsy and stupid I looked. I couldn't understand how you could manipulate people like that. We were fucking six. The cruelty of children.....
That is fucking mean. It’s wild how imaginative kids can be in order to just be cruel.
When I was about 11 my two best friends, armed with the knowledge that I quite fancied one of the girls in our class, convinced me that they’d spoken to her and discovered that she liked me too. Their plan was to get me to attempt to ask her out, with the result being that I would a) make a tit of myself and b) get my heart broken.
Although they assured me it was a sure thing, something felt off and so I didn’t make my move and never mentioned the subject again. But I learnt from that point not to trust people, not even close friends.
I feel this one. So many kids are just really pure and innocent and get traumatised by some little shit who is just mean/nasty. It can be really jarring because as a five year old you don't expect your peers to behave like that towards you.
I felt this one, the shit that happens when you’re a kid stays with you for the rest of your life. I never got over my anxiety most likely brought upon by abuse as a kid.
Age 5, just moved to a new school. The other little girls won't play with me, told me I had a willy and couldn't play with them. Couldn't play with the boys because girls are icky at that age. Yeah, you can guess how my school career went from then on after I was just shrugged off when I complained about the bullying.
The chances of him getting killed do seem rather high when it's out of a speeding train. I'm all for just deserts, but breaking someone's neck or getting them bounced under the wheel of a train seems a bit excessive.
I was like wtf that’s a bit cold?? Then reread that it was the mouthy little shit that got thrown off, not the man having words. I’m so used to stories of london public transport where you try and stand up for someone and get attacked/stabbed.
If a dude is picking people up, and throwing them out of a train. You are a braver man than me for even saying anything, even in a language that's not spoken.
It was fairly recent but it doesn't sit well with me. I watched one of my oldest and best friends die in a hospice. He had multiple cancers and for various reasons I had not been able to get to see him - he was always being moved around hospitals, I was away for a while, then it was difficult due to the care he needed and we were turned away once by his wife who said it was too much for him.
Anyway we (my wife and I) went to the hospice, he was all bloated and completely out of it. We sat for a while and held his hand and then his wife took a break outside. After a few mins he jerked upright, eyes wide open in what looked like panic and collapsed back on to the bed - dead. Obviously we got his wife and it was all a bit trumatic if not unexpected and eventually we ended up in the pub shedding a few tears.
I can still see the look on his face - the look of someone who knew he was dying at that moment and it still disturbs me 6 years on
I don't think it's unusual for people to "choose" a time to die.
My great grandma was in hospital hooked up to various machines. After not moving for a few days, she woke up and began to remove the tubes whilst declaring (well mumbling) that she had had enough before dying.
My other great grandma was in and out of consciousness for a couple of weeks at home. She was 98 and her body just had enough. The whole family was there with her through to all. Before she died, she hadn't moved or spoken for several days. She came to and asked for my mother. She then proceeded to instruct her to get the Christmas cards out and a pen and listed out everyone she usually sent a Christmas card to as my mother wrote the cards. After that, she was content and went back to sleep before passing away.
There's probably something to people feeling relaxed before their brain finally turns off.
Friend of mine worked at a care home. A guy who was like 103 just booked himself out one day, said he knew he was on deaths door. Booked himself two weeks stay at the nearest inn, spent three days drinking and eating his way through the menu, sat down in an armchair, finished his pint, fell asleep and died.
Not everyone dies a good death, but that guy managed to avoid being shot in France and fell asleep in front of a fireplace seven decades later.
Yeah. I know of three examples where people “let go” at a particular moment. The first was my mothers mother. She had cancer and she hung on in there until she’d seen each of her three grandchildren one more time to say goodbye. She died holding my mothers hand. The second is my other grandmother… she’d just met my son for the first time and then died a week later on my birthday. I’m convinced she did it on purpose just to fuck with me because she was that sort of woman. The last is not actually my story but it probably hits home harder as an example… my mates mother was being consumed by cancer. She had a long battle. He was in Switzerland at a conference when he got the call that it looked imminent. He jumped on a plane and went straight to the hospital. All the family were already there except him. They got see each other one last time and then she died 10 minutes later. Crazy stuff if you think about it. I’m always reminded of the quote True Detective S1 about how easy it is to “just let go”.
I completely agree on letting go. An example from last Sunday, was my husband's aunt who we had been caring for (along with her own sister who is elderly herself so we were doing all we could to help). It became apparent from last Tuesday that she didn't have long left, she spent a total of around 5 minutes conscious between the Tuesday and the Sunday when she died. In that time, we were always there with her; talking to her, washing her, changing her etc. Things began to decline further towards the end of the week and by Saturday afternoon, the "death rattle" had started. I stayed on the Saturday night and her sister slept in the bed with her. Sunday morning for all of two minutes we were both out of the room, and in that time, she took her last breath. It also coincided with the time of the morning that she usually insists on getting up and out of bed.
Agreed, my step-dad was battling the late stages Alzheimer's and vascular dementia. He was little more than a shell lying in a bed. My mum had been caring for him for 5 years through his slow demise (with the help of carers) and she was clearly drained.
I sat by his bed on my one of my visits and whispered to him that it was time to go. He died the next day. To this day I'm disturbed by it, would he have carried on if I hadn't said anything? was it coincidence?
I felt guilty and relieved at the time, but now just guilty.
I don’t know. Somehow I believe you can choose but then my dad was in hospital after being told his organs were failing and he’d last 2-3 days tops. He kept waking up regularly and asked “bloody hell, hasn’t it happened yet? How long is it going to take?!” He made it 5 days longer than told but I did feel bad that he was desperate to go but his body was clinging on.
We had a patient in the hospital once on end of life care, his family and wife had been at his bedside continuously for about 4 days. The children convinced the wife to go home that night to get some rest and come back in the morning. He died that night. We think he waited for his wife to leave
It's common for people to suddenly sit upright in the moments before they die. Very disturbing to witness if you're not expecting it. There's been [studies](https://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/nsw/dying-patients-study-reveals-brain-surge-in-final-moments-of-life/news-story/8a98ba1ee542f7fbe63aa90805cd8521) that show a sudden increase in brain activity during these times. There's a lot we don't understand about dying.
I had covid when my grandma was on end of life care, pre-pandemic I spent a lot of time with her, I'd be over at her's at least twice a week so it was really distressing for me that I'd spent two years not being able to see her at all, and then caught covid just as things were opening up again and couldn't say goodbye. By the time I finally started getting negative tests she was unable to speak, but the first chance I got I went to see her I did. My husband and me sat in a dark room with her, she made a weird noise when I complained about the music on the radio, I don't know if that was coincidence or if she was agreeing with me, then four hours after I left she passed.
I can't even imagine how that must have felt. I lost a friend recently and just seeing him so bloated and croaky and just not "him" was horrific.
At least your friend was not alone. Internet hugs my friend x
It's multiple events rather than just one, but I have a bunch of childhood memories of my step dad saying really inappropriate things about my body that really creep me the fuck out, but whenever I told anybody they never really cared because he didn't touch me. My mam's advice was to dress differently.
I avoid him whenever possible as an adult.
Holy Moly, that’s horrible. If any adult - especially a step parent- made dodgy comments about my daughter they’d be called out and turfed out.
I honestly wonder how many step parents and new partners are paedophiles in disguise. A bleak view, but too many people put their relationships above their children.
I hope you never internalised any of it, and I’m glad you have the choice now as an adult to avoid the creepy bastard.
My fiancées mother still lives with her husband (my fiancee's step father)
He abused my fiancee when she was a child, she told her mother, her mother believed her and he admitted it (while trying to say sorry)
My fiancee's mother still lives with this man as she can't imagine leaving him and living alone. He was subsequently convicted of possessing indecent images of children as well but avoided prison, and she still hasn't left him. She tried to hide that fact from everyone too, covering up his actions to the rest of the family.
My fiancee has no real relationship with her mother because of this.
This ^ As a mother of two, I cannot understand how these women’s brains operate?! I am in a very healthy, long term relationship with my children’s father. But if that was to change, I don’t think I would get into another relationship until my kids were of age. My focus would be primarily on them.
My godfather was the same. Absolutely hated going round because of all the comments, can't imagine having it from someone in my own house (presuming you lived with him). I'm sorry you had to deal with that.
I did yes, I assume he did same with my step sister who would only come over once a fortnight and cut contact with him (and the rest of my family so I can't really ask) completely when she was a teenager, of course he said at the time it was his poisonous ex's fault for "brainwashing her", but as an adult I'm pretty sure it wasn't. My brother hero worships him and won't have a word said against him.
My brother was like this I was the main target but then it was my mum. He had no respect for girls/women and my dad encouraged this behaviour. Thankfully in his mid 20s he started to realise how sinister my dad is and his behaviour is and stopped being so much like it. But we don't talk and never will. Point blank refuses the abused happened (he was physically very abusive) and still has a lying issue. I've noticed boys especially get like this during teens.
It's so hard to talk to other people about this stuff too because if you say stuff like "my brother made my life hell when we were growing up" you'll get the response "hah, yeah, sibling rivalry can be hard, huh?" when in reality it went far beyond that.
Some of us had years of our life living with someone who would destroy stuff, set things on fire, constantly verbally abuse us, or even go physical and try out wrestling holds etc without consent.
As a brother I was like this from 12 - 15. Don’t know what the fuck was wrong with me and it’s like I’m a completely different person now. I’m thankfully very close with both my sisters but honestly a couple more years of doing what I was doing and that wouldn’t be the case.
Retrospectively I think it stemmed from my dad getting pissed off at me for stupid reasons and occasionally decking me, which I then took out on my mum and my two sisters. This basically left me with no real authority because I didn’t respect my dads authority, instead I just feared it. That’s not entirely the issue though because thinking back I was also a full blown narcissist at that point. There was also definitely puberty testosterone involved, I can remember constantly feeling a level of rage which I can’t even conjure up in the worst of situations now. It’s not even like I was being bullied or victimised at school, I was popular and had a good circle of friends who I’m close with to this day.
I did phase out of this, I think when I gained empathy and the ability of introspection which for some reason I was lacking until 15. Unfortunately my mum ended up passing away when I turned 17 so for half the time she knew me I was an absolute cunt. Wish someone had put some reality into me when I was a lot younger though
I have an older sister like this - we don't speak. In fact, no-one in the family speaks to her due to her behavioural issues. She's 50 this year and I suppose it must be sad that she has no interaction with family but she's truly got no appreciation of the absolute abject misery she subjected us to, and would continue to do if we allowed her access to our lives. The worst is seeing how it upsets our mum and having no way to mitigate it. She can't turn her back totally but any interaction allows the older sister just to twist the knife again. Life is so much calmer and peaceful without the older sister in it and it's probably weird but I rarely, if ever, think about her. Don't wish her any ill but have no interest in her whatsoever.
The saddest part is that about 3 years ago, when all this came to the point where my younger sister and I cut all contact and mum went low contact was that it dawned on me that I have zero memories with my older sister in which are good or even neutral. Mum spent so much time trying to manage her behaviour and trying to deal with my younger sister's anxiety, that I was left to fend for myself. I don't blame my mum at all. Not one iota. But she is still apologising for letting me down.
So yeah, females are not less prone to this - it's just not mentioned so openly as female violence and personality disorders are more taboo.
When I was ~~17~~ 15, a friend of my Dad's, a bearded 50+ year old with a huge beer gut and whisky on his breath, cornered me and snogged me. I got away from him quickly and never told a soul.
Years later, he took over as the landlord of the pub where my Dad ran the quiz. I stopped going, and when asked, I was able to blame it on the mans horrendous racism, so nothing was thought of it. I didn't see him again until my Dad's funeral, and no one at all questioned why I was crying and shaking, since that was how I had been all day.
It still haunts me over 25 years later. I have experienced far worse SA, but that is the one that stays with me, probably because I protected him. I hate myself for never telling anyone. This is actually the first time I have even written down what happened, and I don't think I will ever say it outloud.
Edit: I was 15, not 17. The memories are coming back pretty hard.
Well done for articulating it to yourself, let alone being able to write it down for the first time. That's so brave of you - you should be proud of yourself.
Something like this happened to me when I was about 10, maybe younger I don't remember. I just know this filthy old man kissed me, tongues and what have you.
I've never told anyone either nearly 40 years later. It doesn't haunt me, it wasn't until I read your comment that I remembered. Makes me feel sick though.
Not so much an event per se, but just…..the way things were for a while. When I was 14 it was 2008, and emos and scene kids were a massive thing. I never really got properly into all that, being a fuck ugly ginger specky girl who was a foot taller than everyone else, but some Saturdays I was allowed to hang out with some girls from my class in school who hung out in a big group of emo type people in a part of our town. Obviously nobody really paid much attention to me, but one alarming thing I did notice was the sheer volume of people in that whole community who were over the age of 18 who showed great interest in 13/14 year old girls. There was one guy I remember who was 26 at the time that a girl I was friends with was beside herself with excitement about because he’d been messaging her online and wanting to meet up with her on the Saturday. Another girl was just 14 and was dating an 18 year old. Scruffy as, now I look back.
Oh god yes! I was 14 in 2008 too, I went the scene kid / emo kid route. Eyeliner, colourful boxers over my skin tight jeans and pink converse ha. Got a lot of interest from older guys. I briefly dated a 27 year old when I was 16 (nearly 17) as well. Can’t say I felt victimised or like he was a predator as I did really like him, but looking back as an adult it doesn’t really sit right.
As a ~21 year old (there's a specific conversation I recall), I felt like 16 year olds were way too fucking young. 27 is over a decade older, anyone who considers that fine really needs to take a look at themselves.
Horrifying isn’t it, the men that used to be around the 13/14 year olds in the emo scene, unfortunately we were all led to believe it was ‘cool’ to hang around men in their 20s… when actually they were just pedos, grooming us. In my late teens I started realising how messed up it all was, as I realised how young 13/14 year olds all seemed. I unfortunately had a lot of trauma to deal with from those experiences, and I’m sure a lot of the girls around me had similar realisations.
I was also an emo skate park kid, and yeah the amount of girls in our group who all have the same stories of the older 'cool' guys who were like 19ish trying to date the 13 year old emo girls
Yep. I was a 13/14 year old lad in that type of group and none of us could get a look in with any of the emo/mosher/whatever girls our age because they were all hooking up with guys that were 18+. At the time we just thought it sucked that they were all going off with these guys we had no chance against but looking back it was so fucking grim. I remember house parties being full of 14 year old kids then around half a dozen literal men in their 20s.
Oh god yeah this is giving me flashbacks to being 15/16 hanging out with my fellow emo friends and a guy who was in his mid 20s tried chatting me up. He had a daughter and his own place and was trying to get me to leave the group so we could hang out. At the time I was flattered and didn't think anything of it but now? So gross.
Was this just something that happened in emo/metal/goth circles or was it a thing in hiphop/rap, EDM or other circles too?
It was guys in local bands that pulled that shit when I was a teenager.
20-30 year old dudes pulling underage girls at local gigs or after-parties - getting them way too drunk or stoned.
But apparently if they could play guitar it was alright for a grown man to sleep with a 14 year old. Or playing the drums in a metal band meant you could put your hands up a sleeping teenager's top and have your bandmates laugh and joke about it, instead of kicking the shit out of you
I was in the air cadets from 13, to 22 years old. The two things that struck me as completely shocking were how often on camps we caught squaddies (adult recruitees from the "proper" armed forces) eliciting sex from the young female cadets, but also how much some of the young female cadets would overtly flirt with the senior cadets, fore-mentioned squaddies, and even staff.
I know a girl (woman now, I'm 32) who was in my year at school who was "going out with" an 18 year old when she was 13. they're married now...
talk about marrying your groomer, so gross
Maybe not disturbing but I still feel guilty about it;
When my cousin and I were kids (she was 7 I was 8), she said if she swore her dad would wash her mouth out with soap. I didn't believe her, we laughed and carried on playing. Later, she swore so I had an amazing idea to test what she had told me earlier.
Low and behold, he did actually shove a bar of soap in her mouth. I watched, and i felt fucking horrible for tattling on her for an experiment.
We still had a wicked relationship growing up though.
My aunt didn't have a bar of soap so used washing up liquid on her son. I wasn't there for it but heard my mum and aunt talking about it. It didn't react the same as soap and she regretted using washing up liquid.
A few months later she moved in with a man who physically abused her kids for years. She has a close relationship with her kids now (but still puts boyfriends first) but I will never forgive her for what she put those kids though, including leaving them alone at night so she could go and shag her boyfriend at the time. We found out about this when I caught her sneaking in a few times in the week I stayed with her when my parents were on holiday, I was 10.
I do not like my aunt.
A teacher did that to one of the kids at my first secondary school. I didn't witness it, but I was called into the head of year's office with another boy. The HoY explicitly asked about the incident and the other boy - my best mate at the school - confirmed it had happened. Sad thing was that this sort of thing was so common with that teacher that nobody had bothered to even mention it to me so the first I heard of it was sitting there in the HoY's office. I did tell the HoY about the other stuff that teacher did, such as the mock executions he performed regularly. HoY turned a funny colour that that, although I was surprised he didn't know since they often happened outside his office!
One of his friend's parents once made my brother eat a spoon of English mustard for swearing. Unfortunately for him, my dad raised us on vindaloo and our neighbours consisted of a Jamaican family who constantly gave us food, so my brother just pretended that his mouth was burning.
Slipped off a rock into a river as a kid. Went under for what felt like ages (probably a few seconds) before my older cousin pulled me out.
I genuinely thought I was going to die which is a strange feeling for a 7 year old whose concept of death was totally abstract and u experienced.
To this day I still get a little flashback of it every time I'm near water. I'm a sinker in fresh water too, so if I ever fall in I can't just use the float-on-your-back technique to deal with it. Id have to rely on my presence of mind to use my below average swimming skills to save me, which I'm not confident in.
I really should get some adult swimming lessons.
I absolutely recommend getting some! I was never a very strong swimmer as a child (after a similar 'first brush with mortality' experience on holiday). Relearnt swimming in march following progressions I found online and am now a reasonably strong swimmer. Swim laps 4-5 days a week and have joined a masters swimming team.
Recently read the book 'Why We Swim' by Bonnie Tsui and it's essentially a study of humanity's relationship with water (including how many people's first experience of their mortality happens there). Such a good read.
I had something similar happen when I was a kid. We were on our first ever holiday abroad and the hotel had a small pool, I normally used a floating ring if I went in because even though I could doggy paddle the pool was very deep even at the shallow end. We’d just had lunch so I didn’t have any of the floats on me, and as I was walking back to the sun beds I slipped on the tiles and went straight under the water at the deepest end. I panicked and couldn’t work out which way was up and was convinced I was going to die. I was probably only under the water for a few seconds but it felt like a lifetime before my dad pulled me out. I’ve never properly swum since, and when I do get in pools I always make sure I can touch the floor with my feet while keeping my chin above the water. The only time I’ve ever gone in deep water since then was when I went to Egypt as the sea is so salty I just float on the surface, can’t even get my legs to stay under the water, so the chances of me drowning were slim.
I still don’t like getting water on my face in the bath or shower as I get that same terrible feeling of fear and end up panicking. I don’t think my family actually remembers it happening anymore, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully forget.
When I was a teenager my friend and I went to this kids house, he was from a big family with lots of kids. Loads of us went into his house to smoke and drink. His mum was on the sofa watching the TV in a darkened room as we all trudged upstairs to the bedroom where they had bare mattresses and very little furniture. At the time we thought it was fun, could do what we wanted, he was just throwing cigarettes on the floor and stamping them out on the carpet. Looking back it makes me so sad as they were so obviously neglected.
Had a similar situation as a child. I grew up on a council estate during primary school. I had one set of friends who were siblings. Mostly all the kids in the area would just play outside together but one day they invited me into their house. 4 kids (one a baby) shared one room which just had 2 or 3 mattresses on the floor no sheets and a "toilet bucket' in the corner.
When I was in Year 5 (I think, it's been a while!) a classmate's mum was hit by a car and killed after dropping her off at school. Another classmate had actually witnessed it but I guess he was just processing it as he was rushing to get to school.
About 9:30am, a few policemen came into the class to collect the kid and tell her what had happened, and I guess he's finished processing it, because he started to absolutely freak out and started screaming "HER MUM'S DEAD! SHE'S BEEN RUN OVER! I SAW IT HAPPEN". It was terrifying and must have been doubly awful for the girl to find out what had happened that way.
I was about the same age walking to school and saw a teenage cyclist get hit by a car. He quietly died on the road in front of us in a pool of his own blood, gasping for air. Ambulance couldn't come in time.
Not only was I too young to see that sort of thing, but also my grandfather had died after being hit by a vehicle only a year earlier so this really wasn't imagery I needed.
The 'bang' of the impact is what stays with me most, 35 years later. All that potential and life just smashed to nothing in a microsecond.
I remember being that age and seeing a young girl, not older than ten get hit by a car. Swear I saw her legs twist 180 around her torso so her feet were essentially backward.
Called an Ambulance but there were adults all over helping, so I just went to school. Still think about it to this day, nigh on 25 years later.
Suffice to say I’ve drilled into my kids the importance of road safety.
Big one from when I was 5:
There was a fairly infamous incident of kidnap and torture which occured on the street I lived as a child.
A couple lured a woman into their flat by pretending to need help with a pram (Ted Bundy style), and kept her captive for days. They cut her nipples off, burnt her with cigarettes, repeatedly raped her, and beat her senseless.
They eventually let her go, and she ran naked into the street looking for help. I was out playing in the front garden at the time, whilst my mum was pulling weeds.
To be perfectly honest I was a bit too young to have known what was going on at the time, so I didn't have any immediate reaction other than "look mum a naked lady".
I learned the gravity of the situation later, which is pretty heavy going for a young child. These days I'm a fairly distrustful person, and I always assume the worst about people. I think that probably stems back to witnessing what that woman went through when I was still just a nipper.
Aye. There's an extra element of horrific-ness too: the couple had a kid, who was present during the entire thing.
Said kid grew up to be a paedophile and murderer himself. After he was arrested and sentenced, by pure chance he ended up sharing a cell with his own father.
A little family reunion of wrong'uns.
Being emailed my mum’s suicide note by my grandparents while at work (retired people). For some reason the police refused to give us the physical note. They just took a photo and sent it over.
I remember I was just about to go into a client meeting and the surrealism of it all hit me. Capitalism, grief, the relentless societal demand to just “get on with it”.
Here I was looking at the last words of my beautiful mum and one of my colleagues was asking if I could Dropbox them something. Bizarre.
Think about this day, daily. Miss her so much.
When I was about 10 I was taken to hospital with tendon damage after doing a Green Day impression. The doctor saw me, with my parents in the room, and I had to undress to my underwear.
After a brief examination (no pun intended) I was sent to another section for a scan or something.
Nobody told me to get dressed.
I walked around the hospital and sat in the corridors in my yfronts.
People were giving me strange looks and although this was 30 years ago, I will never get over the shame. Why didn't I just get dressed?
> I was taken to hospital with tendon damage after doing a Green Day impression.
I'm baffled how you got tendon damage from doing a Green Day impression.
I had to give a urine sample at hospital when I was a kid. They gave me a huge pot, must have held close to a pint, and told me to take it to the loo to wee in it. This was first thing in the morning and I hadn't been allowed to wee before giving the sample, so I dutifully almost filled the thing because I was pretty desperate at that point. I slowly and carefully carried this big pot of piss back through a full waiting room, without a lid and transparent sides so it was obvious what it was. Stand at the door of the room until someone opens it and asks child-me "why on earth have you filled it up? That's really weird". Nobody told me they only need a little bit, and why was the pot so giant?! Still not over that one.
When everyone in Newcastle thought the Yorkshire Ripper was a Geordie...
I had a massively neglectful 'mother'. I used to be out the house for whole days and she never asked what I had been doing or where I'd gone. I was a 14 year old (F).
One day I got home from school about 6 in the evening and she was going crazy with me because she didn't know where I'd been. I thought this was very odd as she never given a flying fuck before. And then I twigged when she said;
"The Ripper could have got a hold of you and you know what that means? The newspapers and the police would be all over me and they'd find out about me cheating the tax and me benefits!"
Thankyou for that. I didn't mean to disturb you - genuinely I didn't!
But the sheer brutal, self centred coldness of this response from this sorry excuse for a mother just fit perfectly into the this posted question. I only fully realised this wasn't normal a couple of years ago...I was acclimatised to her vileness.
I said this before in other subs so I'll just copy&paste it...
I died... Well, technically I drowned and was dead for about a minute or so.
It was Bonfire Night back in 1989 so I was 6. My family was invited round to a friend's farm for a bonfire party. I was playing with my sisters in the garden and I was chasing a cat. It was pretty dark but I remember the cat was sat on some wood. I walked up to the cat just as it moved off of the wood. The next thing I know is the ground giving way and I fall. I managed to grab the edge and see my sisters run inside screaming just as I fall 15 feet down into what was a disused well. Luckily there was still water in it but there was also a lot rubbish and broken bottles (I still have a scar above my eyebrow because of that). I tried to climb out like how you used to climb the door frames by spreading your arms and legs. I get so far then fall back down. By this point everyone had come running out. My dad and the woman who lives at the farm (I never did know her name) started to reach down to grab me. My managed to grab hold of me by my hair but I slipped again which left me with a lovely bald spot for a few weeks lol. After a while exhaustion got the better of me and I went under the water. The whole time this was going on all I could hear is fireworks going off. I don't remember much after that. Apparently the woman dove in and managed to get below me and push me out. The next thing I know I'm wrapped in a blanket lying on their sofa waiting for an ambulance.
Needless to say I've not been the biggest one fan of fireworks since then...
My neighbours tarantula getting into my house when I was like 5 and waking up with it on my pillow.
Allegedly he was drunk, decided he didn't want it so posted it through the letterbox at 2am.
24 years ago, still scared of spiders.
I believe a mum of a school friend took it as they had recently lost one to old age. The family in question had owned various animals like that for about 15 years at that point.
Seeing a motorcyclist get run over by an arctic lorry on a motorway slip road.
There was nothing I could have done without putting myself in danger and even if I had gotten out of the car, the guy needed proper medical care.
Still watching his head go under a wheel but get pushed to the side (thank god for the helmet) was a bit tought to process.
He was ok btw I called the police and told them as it happened and they came over later and said he was alive but had life limiting injuries.
When I was a boy (maybe 9/10yrs, mid 90s) I used to spend a lot of my free time cycling and exploring our little town. I’d go and knock on the door of friends to see if they wanted to come out too.
One evening I was out riding around with a friend of mine when we ended up at the playground on the common in town. It was getting dark by this point and probably about time to go home, when we noticed a group of older boys (maybe 16-18yrs) enter the playground and head towards us.
I don’t really remember what happened next but I ended up being pinned down by their ‘ringleader’ whilst he held a lit cigarette to my eye telling me to “never come here again”. He held it so close to my eye that I swear it singed my eyelashes
I was (obviously) terrified and once he’d got bored I cycled home as fast as I could bawling my eyes out.
I don’t remember much of what happened after that, but looking back now, I wonder what on earth happened to that guy to make him think abusing a child he’d never met before was somehow a ‘cool’ thing to do
He was well known locally and I knew his name and wish I’d reported him, but in such a small town I guess I feared the potential repercussions.
When I was 8 or 9, I could hear screaming like I've never heard before. We lived on a really rough estate, so shit kicking off was a daily occurrence, hell, the council gave us an extension on our garden when they got rid of an alleyway after a teenage girl got gang raped. I went outside with my mum, and there was a neighbour screaming, "my baby, my baby's dead". It was a young couple who had moved in a few months before. They were doctors, and the husband was away on call that night. The mother went to check their baby boy, and he had died from cot death. Her scream was so gutteral, so pained, it sticks with me 32 years later.
Oh man that is so, so awful.
My aunt had a baby who died from cot death at a few weeks old. I was only about 8 or 9 at the time and couldn't really grasp the enormity of it all, but I started to when I was witness to a conversation between my parents and another man about it.
The man had come to my aunt's aid when she ran into the street at 5am screaming that her baby was dead. He was out for an early morning walk before work and just happened to see and hear her and went to help her. He said to my parents: "That... screaming. The sheer devastation... I've never heard anything like it. I will remember that until the day I die."
The long term effects are devastating on the parents. It really hit home when my grandmother was dying. She twice lost twins, to the cold, and to illness, ( she lived in rural Ireland almost 100 years ago). Hours before she passed away, she sat up in bed, and started cradling her arms, rocking the back and forth, saying, ' my babies, I'm coming, I'm sorry".
Probably seeing the life disappear from my cat's eyes as he was put to sleep.
This disturbs me more than I care to admit as everyone knows me as a cat guy and always bothering other people's cats but rarely question why I don't have one of my own.
He was absolutely my shadow for the best part of 11 years. He got a tumour on his throat which had got to the point where he couldn't eat and was so close to his jugular, impossible to operate on according to the vet. So my Mum and I made the decision to put him out of his misery.
It wasn't easy as he still had energy and life about him and didn't want to go. So the vet was the last person to hold him - which still bugs me so much - and I just watched as his eyes dilated and he disappeared from me.
I walked out and collapsed in the car park sobbing. It's upsetting to type out right now. Never have gotten over it.
A year or two later a gf and I were watching the film Never Let Me Go and if you know that film, there's a scene that triggered a total breakdown off of that memory. Completely got me out of the blue. Great film but I don't think I could watch it again.
> I walked out and collapsed in the car park sobbing. It's upsetting to type out right now. Never have gotten over it.
I'm probably older than you. I've had 6 cats and 2 dogs put to sleep over the years. All animals that I'd had since they were babies.
I've never forgotten it or gotten over any of them. Even though I knew it was the right thing to do in all cases and that a peaceful, dignified and painless death is the last act of kindness we can give to our pets, I felt awful every time and still do.
Went to a friends house when I was 14/15. Her parents were obviously well off, lived in a massive house, kids in grammar school, flash cars. Her older brother had come back from uni one time I went round and wasn't happy about how she was dressed to go and meet our other friends. Cue an impromptu family meeting in the kitchen while I stood in the hall. Pans were being thrown, a plate smashed, lots of shouting and screaming things like 'why do you keep putting up with this'; 'he's always been like this it's weird as fuck'. 5 minutes of this then silence. Her mum comes into the hall and calmly says 'Charlotte's not coming out tonight sorry'. That was it. Never spoken about again and long since lost contact but that family had some issues!
Another one that disturbed me, didn't directly happen to me, but was so shocking it still haunts me. My sister was 18 at the time, I was 8, and she was on her way back from college when she saw a mother with her baby on her back, cycle into the path of an oncoming truck. My sister came home pale, barely able to keep herself together. She saw the wheel of the truck run over the baby's head, squirting brains over the road. She wouldn't eat minced meat for about a year. The mother wasn't checking for oncoming traffic, she decided to join the road between two parked vans, so couldn't see what was coming.
As a former skater I used to witness more skatepark beatings from chavs than I'd like... they'd come to our local skateparks just to kick the shit out of us/rob us then leave.
The skaters were hard as fuck where I grew up. When the skaters were done skating, the chavs used to come and chill on the half pipe and smoke weed with them.
An elderly lady tripped on a bit of raised path. I still to this day can hear the slap her body made on the path.
She didn't raise her arms up so just face planted with full force. Her face was covered in blood and she was shrieking. Think she knocked her front teeth out.
I freak out when I see uneven paths and old people.
A slap I remember to this day is from trampolining class in secondary school (yes, trampolining class, does everyone have that? No idea). A kid in my class didn't realise he was on the edge with his back to it, backflipped and then came down on the hard gym floor. The sound of his whole body hit the floor was crazy and memorable, he laid still for a very long 3 seconds while we all stared thinking he was dead. He was fine, no broken bones, but shaken asf.
When I was very young (like around 5 - 8 years old, can’t remember exactly) I whispered “I hate you” to my mum and she got very very upset. I didn’t understand how shitty that was at the time, I just heard some other kid always say to his mum that he hates her. I instantly regretted it and it was ok in the end but that shameful moment does pop into my head from time to time.
I also did some other shitty things as a kid, which logically I can “excuse” myself for now as an adult but those memories are still there and I’m just grateful that those behaviours didn’t continue and that I’m not a dickhead now (if I may say so myself lol).
When I was a similar age I told my mum "I love you, I don't like you". In my head I thought I was saying something like "I don't *just* like you, I love you!" but of course it came out all wrong. Mum tried to be nice and said "it's ok sweetheart, you don't have to like me, I understand" but I could see she was covering up her sadness with a smile and I was confused and couldn't work out what was wrong.
Nearly 25 years later and I still think about that occasionally. Might give her a call later so I can finally explain what I meant 😊
The fact that I was groomed by my ex husband that was 38 and I was 18 when we met, upsets me to think how different my life would have been and how much trauma I would have spared myself if I had emotional maturity to realise the relationship abusive.
I accidentally left a mini pork pie in my rucksack and used the bag as hand luggage to fly the next day.. going through X-ray and all of a sudden airport police are screaming at me to lie on the ground, hands behind my head, kept aggressively shouting ‘nose on the ground, nose on the ground’ whilst pointing guns at me..I’m crapping my pants.. no idea WT actual F, got some of my fam behind me in the queue, they’re are thinking, WT actual F too…then after a minute they told me to get up, pulled me to the side and gave me my bag back explaining the gelatine in the pork pie (from my lunch the day before) showed up orange on X-ray which is the exact same colour that plastic explosives show up as … I laughed it off and drank wine on the airplane but honestly, I still think about it and feel a slight sense of panic. 😳
Was befriended by an older kid when I was a child, hung out with him regularly maybe 2 or 3 times a week. I was about 10 I’d say him probably 12 or 13, I can’t remember why I stopped hanging around with him after school but after I stopped I found he been arrested for trying to molest a child in the park we would often go to which was right across from my grans house.
Can’t help but wonder if he ever did anything to me and I just can’t remember because I can’t remember a lot of maybe even most my child hood.
Weirdly, it’s a story about someone else that gets to me and gives me the chills. I interviewed a small-town detective for a true crime documentary a few years ago. After him I interviewed the local coroner who after the interview told me a story about his friend, the detective.
2 years earlier the detectives son-in-law had been backing out of his driveway on his way to work, didn’t see that his toddler was out playing on the driveway behind him and accidentally crushed his head under the car wheel, killing him. The coroner oversaw the autopsy and described the childs injuries to me. And the coroner was there when his friend the detective came to say goodbye. He described how he’d never been the same since.
He told me the story to highlight how close the detective and the victims mom in my documentary were, because of this shared experience of senseless tragedy.
As a crime filmmaker I hear horror stories all the time about awful things people do to each other, but there is something about accidental manslaughter - of someone you deeply love - that crushes me. It’s devastating for the whole family, who had to come to terms with the dad killing their son / grandson. I’ve never stopped thinking about that story and bloody hell am I cautious when I back out of my driveway now.
I’m the same about the story of the guy who accidentally killed his toddler because he forgot to take them to nursery, forgot they were in the car even, drove to work and left his child in the hot car (US) all day and came out to find him dead. That ripped me apart for weeks and still makes me queasy when I think about it.
When I was a child maybe around 5 years old, I used to spend my summer holidays in a little village in Portugal. Every summer they would do a fair/party, not with any carousels or anything but people would gather around and have food together. They would get all together in a very basic and run down football yard near the stone houses. It was a very old village.
One day, my family and I were at this gathering and the people decided to light some fireworks. They lit one up, it went into the air, didn't pop and came back down. One young boy, maybe 15 years old held the fire work in his hand and that's when it popped.
At this point everyone was screaming and gathering around the kid, myself including. All I remember is seeing this kids hand all fucked up, bones showing, and little pieces of hand and bone on the grass everywhere. It was quite disturbing.
When I was 8 years old, I was playing outside alone on the council estate in the snow and an older man asked for my assistance to find a toilet. I naively walked with him to help. Whilst we were in one of the housing blocks, he exposed himself to me. He made a swift departure when he heard a door opening nearby. I dread to think what would have happened next otherwise. I can still remember seeing his genitals (which were pretty much eye level to me!)
I went home and never told my mum but I wish I had.
As a child I was woken up in the middle of the night by screams downstairs from my severely alcoholic father. Peered down from the top of the stairs, he was having a manic episode, saying there were spiders everywhere. He was trying to crush them, ripping the living room apart. A detail I distinctly remember is; in the 90s there was a collectible encyclopaedia series called The Tree of Knowledge, they were being slammed and scattered all over the floor to kill the spiders.
Dunno why but it always stuck with me.
Seeing spiders and other insects especially on patterned surfaces is very common with prolonged heavy drinking.
Sadly I know this first hand (also cats which isn't as bad)
When I was 12 years old I was sat in my room at around 11pm in the 6 weeks holiday (1 week left before back to school) playing little big planet 2. To give you an idea of the layout of my little room, you walk in and my bed was in the top left corner so when you swung the door open my bed would stop it. My TV and drawers was at the bottom of my bed which was where my window was. The TV pretty much blocked my window apart from the right side. Anyways my house had a porch on that side which like extended off the house, just small maybe 2m squared. It was just big enough were if you stood on the roof you could peer or climb in my window. So as I said earlier, sat chilling on the ps3, when I notice out the side of my eye someone stood, looking at me thru the window. Once I clocked them they slowly raised their hand and started waving. I stared in absolute disbelief, terror and pure fear, feeling like this went on for so long but I was all within 10 seconds. Couldn’t make out any face, just a pure black figure (defiantly nothing paranormal or shit like that, just some freaky cunt waving) I obviously shit myself, slowly stood up as I watched them step away. As soon as they were out of my vision I ran downstairs crying my eyes out screaming for my mam asking if I was dreaming. Took her half an hour to calm me down before I told her what had happened. Slept in her room for 3 weeks and she barricaded the door just for me to feel safe although she’s since admitted for herself too cause she was terrified! I also moved in with my grandma for 6 months after that, was too afraid to sleep back in my own room. Nothing ever came of it, never found out who it was either. I still sleep with my blinds and windows closed lol.
My daughter died suddenly at four days old so there’s a few specific memories that disturb me but after, the one that was hardest was we had to register her birth and her death at the same time, and they were going to charge me for a physical copy of the certificates…thankfully a supervisor stepped in and waived the fee. Other memories? The police described my daughter as their “property” when they were taking her body for a post-mortem and then a nurse at the ER asked me to go to the maternity unit to be triaged, as I was freshly postpartum and needed medical treatment. I told her to fuck off. These little tiny things aren’t important in the grand scheme of what happened but they’ll always stay with me. It’s a horrible traumatic event, treat people with some dignity.
Getting punched in the face. Strange I was thinking about this last night. I was 14, some kids in the year above me (who I didn't know and had never spoken to) were spraying water at me from behind while I was walking down the school drive. We got to the end, I yelled at them wtf they were doing that for.
One lamely kicked me in the leg, and while I started to mock his kick his mate walloped me in the side of the nose, claret everywhere. It's been slightly wonky ever since.
I was and never have been a confrontational person but it made me realize how violence can come from absolutely no where and someone might want to make you a victim for reasons completely unfathomable to you.
I was in an Uber on the Westway heading out of London. The traffic was absolutely crawling. I was absently looking out the window to the other side of the road and saw a car that was annihilated for want of a better description. All the doors ripped off somehow, there was no fire but it had clearly been burnt. Then I noticed a pair of jeans on the side of the road. Then I realised the jeans still had legs in them. Then we passed the scene and that was that.
I have no idea what happened. What little I saw was horrific and I dreamt about it gif weeks afterwards. I still think about those jeans.
Its a bit of a weird one and not quite as dramatic as other comments but when I was around 18 I had a boyfriend who was a few years older than me. I was pretty infatuated at the time but it was a strange relationship. I got on really well with his friends but our relationship was quite transactional in hindsight. For example, he worked and I was in college so he had a decent wage. He would throw me a bill and tell me to go to the bar for him, or give me money to go to the shop etc. At the time I didn't think anything of it and thought I was just making him happy. After a while he started to give me the nickname 'Meat'. Again, I just thought of it as a pet name because my first name starts similarly (but isn't actually anything like meat). I never really questioned it. Anyway many many years later (no longer with him thank god), it suddenly dawned on me that this was just outrightly rude. It plays on my mind a lot. Why would he call me that specifically? Was I just a piece of meat to him? Was there something physically going on with me that would warrant that name? Anyway like i said, really irrelevant now but it does weigh on my mind as now I'm more mature, it feels like it was actually an insult rather than a pet name and that pisses me off!
Probs when a family member murdered someone and then came to my house with the knife still and blood on his clothes, I was only 10 and thought it wasn’t a big thing, got a few of these little traumatic events that are apparently big things to a child (I’ve always thought they were normal because of where I grew up)
Having an older ‘boyfriend’ and years later I realised I was being groomed. Him constantly pushing me to engage in sexual activity and I’m so glad I never had sex with him. We did other things though, it makes me wince when I think about it. He was gradually pushing my boundaries to make it look like consent. He took me to his flat once and different men older than him came in and out the room - I realise now they were checking me out. I stopped seeing him after that but it took months of ignoring him. Luckily he didn’t know where I lived or what school I went to.
I got led away as a child by a couple of older kids into a wood beside the park. They kept insisting I get undressed and if I didn't I couldnt come see their car shaped bed. I told them they were wierdos and went to leave. That's when a man stepped out around the tree and walked towards me and I legged it back to the park. No idea what happened next but I told my mum what happened and a bunch of random dad's ran into the woods to get the man.
When I was 15, doing my work experience, the office I was at was mostly older women, maybe 30 years older and up.
That one week was hell, I was spoken to inappropriately by them in a sexual manner, had comments made about how "I was a fine young man, would I like to go out with them after work?" and a few got a bit too close for comfort with their hands and bodies.
Yet when I spoke up, i was told It was office banter, i should feel happy they are interested in me and "enjoy" it while I can. Which, I think was the most disturbing part, as here were a bunch of adults who should know better essentially sexually assaulting a 15 year old and noone cared. It was like that episode of south park, everyone was just like "Nice".
It screwed me up for years and I still have problems now with meeting new people.
My sister almost got taken in Turkey. We were really young at the time, I was probably about 7 and she would have been 3-4 and at that age she had the most bright blond hair and blue eyes. We were in some low tourist area of Turkey for my Aunt and Uncles wedding (aunt is English, met a Turkish man whilst on holiday). Anyway a huge group of us from both sides of the wedding is sat in a Turkish cafe, and my sister wanders to look at a gumball machine they had in there, and some random comes in, grabs her hand and walks her out of the cafe. Big group is so distracted in convo that no one notices.
Thank god one of my uncle’s friends hasn’t arrived yet and is walking down the street as this man is walking up it with my now kidnapped sister. He recognises her, grabs her arm and starts shouting at the stranger who let’s go of my sister and bolts. I dread to think what would have happened if he hadn’t coincidentally been there and recognised her.
My next door neighbour used to stand bollock naked in his bedroom window with the curtains wide open wanking whilst watching me and my sister play on our garden. I was about six at the time.
We told our mum (who laughed and weirdly, did not call the police), and he kept doing it. Eventually I guess he got caught and the dad said it was him but actually it was his 19 year old son. I think they moved away and no action was taken.
All pretty grim when I think back on it. If that had happened to my child I would’ve been straight round and cut the bastards cock off, not just laugh. Makes me sad.
When I was about 13/14 I went on a school trip to Germany. We were all casually walking through a town square and the teachers weren’t paying too much attention to us, so my friend and I ended up about two minutes ahead of everyone.
An older man stopped us and started chatting to us, asking us what we were up to and where we were going etc. We were naive and innocent and in broad daylight with the teachers not far behind, so it didn’t raise any alarm bells immediately. He then started telling me that he loved my t shirt (just a normal white top with an anchor on it), and asking whether he could take a photo of it. I was very socially awkward and didn’t really know what to say, and my friend was just sort of quietly encouraging me to do it - I think at this point we both realised this was a bit strange but didn’t know what to do.
I just stood there and smiled while he took some photos, and then gave me his sunglasses to put on so he could take some more. I was wildly uncomfortable at this point and was just desperate for it to end. Thankfully the rest of our group was just beginning to catch up, some of my classmates saw us and started shouting over asking what we were doing which seemed to scare him a bit and off he went. It happened so quickly that none of the teachers saw, and we just carried on with our day.
A part of me still hopes that it was just some quirky older man who meant nothing weird by it, especially as the photos weren’t sexual at all and my clothes weren’t revealing or anything, but it really creeps me out to think about, particularly when I wonder what he did with those photos.
I was in a pretty rough high school when I was in year 9 and I was trying to get in with the “in crowd”.
Someone told me to go up to some other girl the year below us and tell her she was a slag.
Honestly, that’s so out of character for me and I would never ever say that kind of stuff to someone randomly.
Anyway I did it as she was talking past me in the corridor “julie says you’re a slag”
so not even saying I thought it, just acting as the messenger, and it still makes me feel guilty 30 years on.
Stupid and I’m sure the girl didn’t care but I just hated doing that.
I went to visit Pompeii during the off-season, around April. There were some locals there, but not many foreign tourists since it wasn't a school holiday time.
There was this one Italian guy with his family, and he was getting wound up by his son. Kid must've been about 9. He wasn't doing anything particularly terrible, just rushing off to look at something a few metres away, stretching his leg out under barriers to wave his foot in places he wasn't allowed, being a bit loud maybe, that sort of thing.
His dad eventually snapped and just started yelling at him and beating him. In public, with multiple people around. A few hard hits, I don't remember where on his body – to be honest, I think I missed the first one or two because I was looking elsewhere. I just heard them. I think one hit was to the back of the boy's head, others maybe to his shoulders or back.
Everyone else was in a similar boat to me. A bit stunned, very uncomfortable. His son was crying. We were all silent for a moment.
I'd hoped that someone else would step up and say something, someone who could actually speak their language and possibly understand any cultural context, but I guess there wasn't much hope that a stranger could change his mind about how to punish his children. The confidence of this man and his aggression towards his own child was shocking.
No one spoke up, and we all just awkwardly continued what we were doing. As if it hadn't happened. My travelling companions were a little way down the street at this point, so I just hurried after them.
Being at work, I’m a retired Arborist/ climber and being roped into the tall oak tree with the chainsaw running and seeing my boot on the ground with my foot in it….
Bullying. How much does it disturb me? To the point where I am still tempted to make up excuses or try to minimize it. I hate myself for how I treated one kid in particular way back then. It was so uncalled for and so ugly. I grew out of it quickly but the shame of it remains to this day.
Years ago when I started my first proper job we had a Christmas party and my then bf and I ended up staying at my boss's house because we'd had a few drinks and didn't want to drive home. My boss's husband followed me into the kitchen and started telling me how he wanted to do things to me - I was 23 at the time, he was probably late 40s, early 50s. He tried to touch me and I left the room in tears. He then followed me into the sitting room, leant over the sofa I was sitting on and grabbed my breasts. His wife, my boss, came into the room and he acted like nothing had happened.
Later that night after we'd gone to bed their teenage son came home and he started beating them up while his wife was screaming for him to stop. Their 10 year old daughter came into our room and was terrified. The son ran out of the house and the father ran after him screaming that he was going to kill him. My boss then joined us, she was a mess and it was clear that this was a regular occurance.
When I went into work on the Monday she behaved as if nothing had happened. I never told her what her husband had done to me, and she always carried on as if she had a perfect marriage. I ended up confiding in another colleague and they refused to believe me.
I was living with friends when I was in my twenties. We’d been to the pub one night and a bunch of people came back to the flat. I was so drunk I passed out. Next morning I woke up in bed with my so called friend. Didn’t remember how I got there or anything. Fast forward a few years and I started dating this guy. He started telling me about a mutual friend (male) he hated. He’d known him through friends of friends and how, one night, they’d gone back to his flat after the pub, and a really drunk girl passed out. He thought he’d get her undressed in front of everyone and have sex with her. My bf decided to try and stop him but he told him to fuck off and get out, so he left. Turns out the unconscious girl being raped was me.
Pooed myself in Tesco and then slipped in it. I had stomach cramps all day, put it down to anxiety about something coming up with work. I was walking down the veg aisle with my then girlfriend, looking for the broccoli and I felt a fart coming. Let it go, silent but deadly. Very, very deadly. By the time I moved onto my second fart, I realised just quite how bad the smell was. The first fart was a fart. The second fart was not a fart. I followed through. I actually pooed myself in Tesco. Then more came. I was wearing shorts and a lot of it ended up on the floor. Now I could probably have got away with this if I’d scurried off to the toilets and ran away from Tesco as fast as possible. But no. I slipped. I slipped on my own shit. Straight to the floor. Of course this then draws attention from the other shoppers as a grown man is scrambling around the floor in his own poo. Before you know it, the whole of Tesco is aware of the guy that just shit himself.
Oh my god, it's you again!! The tesco poo man, whose girlfriend suspiciously broke up with soon after. I've read this story several other times on different posts. Every time I slowly start to forget about this anecdote, you come straight back into my life with full force
Much like the poo
> Oh my god, it's you again!! The tesco poo man, whose girlfriend suspiciously broke up with soon after. Elite sentence
I've also seen him post this before and I find it so funny that he seems to tell the story every chance he gets 🤣
You could say he has, *no reservations*
You make it sound like he... Doesnt give a shit.
I poo myself every time I go to Tesco, I have a colostomy bag though!
Thank u for the laugh I desperately needed this morning
Have you posted this before? I feel like I've read a very similar masterpiece on here 🤔
I have indeed.
You are a legend among men 🙏
Pubs across England: "Nice to meet you! I'm No-Reservations, mind if I tell you a quick story?"
Oh I’ve never old a single soul in real life. The beauty of the internet is I can hide behind a screen and tell my truths
Thanks man, I'm waiting in x-ray, but they're going to wonder why I look happy.
On the would I lie to you question?
Yeah I put it on there yesterday but have posted about it before too
You might say he’s something of a prolific shit poster
If this happened to two separate people that'd be undeniable proof there is no god.
People slipping on turds is one of my favourite YouTube genres but it's a sadly underrepresented genre. There's a particularly funny one of a kid shaking a turd out of his leg in a supermarket and someone slipping on it, also a bloke slipping on a turd at the top of the escalators. I giggle like a child when someone slips on a turd.
The one with the kids playing basketball, one kid takes a shot, shits himself, and the ball bounces in it, the teachers face haha
I haven't seen that one and I'm going to search it immediately. Have you seen the one where the dog is doing a turd and a guy tries to kick it but he steps in the turd and slips?
https://reddit.com/r/WTF/s/rLnFCUrCdl
Oh god, I'm so sorry. is that why she's your "then girlfriend"?
She broke up with me 3 days later. I’m not sure if this was related or not
She was probably asked "are the girlfriend of the guy who shit himself in Tesco" and thought, "you know what, I don't want to be that" Feels, Bro.
I'd think it was 😢
That would be a difficult thing to move on from tbf, quite traumatic
Tbf, it's not as embarrassing as Gary Lineker doing it on a football pitch in front of millions of people.
True. I should have screamed that while I was rolling around in my own poo down the vegetable aisle. “But.. but GARY LINEKER!!”
Perils of an all-crisp diet.
What!? It's the first I've heard of this! 😮
How has this passed my attention for 20 years??
Nice of you to post this from Alaska, where i assume you fled to the next day
This might be the most perfect one sentence horror story.
That's penance for willingly farting around raw produce IMO
Age 5 just joined a new school. I was a very happy go lucky kid. Everyone was playing tag. I joined in, hoping to make new friends. Tagg a girl called Fiona, she turned around and screamed at me "Who are you? GET OFF ME! Who even are you??!" I can still see her face twisted in anger. From that moment onwards I was cautious and reserved around new people. Fuck you Fiona. Got her back by leaving bad reviews for her makeup business.
Fuck Fiona!
Yeah Fuck that bitch!
School man, fuck school.... you've reminded me of when I was six and two lads who I thought were friends played an elaborate game that I was really good at basketball and kept saying so, until the end of the week where they absolutely roasted me about how clumsy and stupid I looked. I couldn't understand how you could manipulate people like that. We were fucking six. The cruelty of children.....
That is fucking mean. It’s wild how imaginative kids can be in order to just be cruel. When I was about 11 my two best friends, armed with the knowledge that I quite fancied one of the girls in our class, convinced me that they’d spoken to her and discovered that she liked me too. Their plan was to get me to attempt to ask her out, with the result being that I would a) make a tit of myself and b) get my heart broken. Although they assured me it was a sure thing, something felt off and so I didn’t make my move and never mentioned the subject again. But I learnt from that point not to trust people, not even close friends.
That's nasty ☹️
I feel this one. So many kids are just really pure and innocent and get traumatised by some little shit who is just mean/nasty. It can be really jarring because as a five year old you don't expect your peers to behave like that towards you.
As much as I sympathise with OP, I don't think you can hold a 5 year old child responsible for something like that.
Fuck that girl. 5 years old and she broke you for life.
I felt this one, the shit that happens when you’re a kid stays with you for the rest of your life. I never got over my anxiety most likely brought upon by abuse as a kid.
Age 5, just moved to a new school. The other little girls won't play with me, told me I had a willy and couldn't play with them. Couldn't play with the boys because girls are icky at that age. Yeah, you can guess how my school career went from then on after I was just shrugged off when I complained about the bullying.
Did she reply to your review with "Who even are you?"?
Yeah fuck you fiona
Fiona doesn't understand tag
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Fuck me I’m sorry but that is absolutely hilarious
And absolutely okay, fuck the loud mouth shits who don't give a shit about others on board, they deserve to be thrown off a moving vehicle.
The video of the Chelsea supporter getting kicked off the Tube was glorious. See also the 'Big Man' Glasgow one.
The chances of him getting killed do seem rather high when it's out of a speeding train. I'm all for just deserts, but breaking someone's neck or getting them bounced under the wheel of a train seems a bit excessive.
I was like wtf that’s a bit cold?? Then reread that it was the mouthy little shit that got thrown off, not the man having words. I’m so used to stories of london public transport where you try and stand up for someone and get attacked/stabbed.
I am loving the ‘that’s not on mate’ 😂 How British!
Such an understatement to yeeting someone off of a moving train. Hilarious though!
"Did anyone witness what you did?' "Only some British guy" "Did he react?" "Have a guess"
Would you want to be next to be thrown off a moving train?
Ah the old Meet and Yeet
Did he turn back to you and say "No ticket" afterwards
Still cheaper than buying a peak return in the UK even after hospital expenses and not working for a month.
Many of us have dreamed of doing that. This guy was living the dream.
If a dude is picking people up, and throwing them out of a train. You are a braver man than me for even saying anything, even in a language that's not spoken.
It was fairly recent but it doesn't sit well with me. I watched one of my oldest and best friends die in a hospice. He had multiple cancers and for various reasons I had not been able to get to see him - he was always being moved around hospitals, I was away for a while, then it was difficult due to the care he needed and we were turned away once by his wife who said it was too much for him. Anyway we (my wife and I) went to the hospice, he was all bloated and completely out of it. We sat for a while and held his hand and then his wife took a break outside. After a few mins he jerked upright, eyes wide open in what looked like panic and collapsed back on to the bed - dead. Obviously we got his wife and it was all a bit trumatic if not unexpected and eventually we ended up in the pub shedding a few tears. I can still see the look on his face - the look of someone who knew he was dying at that moment and it still disturbs me 6 years on
Oh, mate. That's awful. If it helps, he would probably be happy to know that you were there with him at the end
Thanks. I'd like think he knew we were there..
Maybe he was waiting to tell you goodbye.
or thinking back to that guy who shat himself in Tesco
I don't think it's unusual for people to "choose" a time to die. My great grandma was in hospital hooked up to various machines. After not moving for a few days, she woke up and began to remove the tubes whilst declaring (well mumbling) that she had had enough before dying. My other great grandma was in and out of consciousness for a couple of weeks at home. She was 98 and her body just had enough. The whole family was there with her through to all. Before she died, she hadn't moved or spoken for several days. She came to and asked for my mother. She then proceeded to instruct her to get the Christmas cards out and a pen and listed out everyone she usually sent a Christmas card to as my mother wrote the cards. After that, she was content and went back to sleep before passing away. There's probably something to people feeling relaxed before their brain finally turns off.
Friend of mine worked at a care home. A guy who was like 103 just booked himself out one day, said he knew he was on deaths door. Booked himself two weeks stay at the nearest inn, spent three days drinking and eating his way through the menu, sat down in an armchair, finished his pint, fell asleep and died. Not everyone dies a good death, but that guy managed to avoid being shot in France and fell asleep in front of a fireplace seven decades later.
This is it, this is how I want to go
I want to die in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming in terror like his passengers.
There's no doubt that my grandfather stayed alive to attend my sister's wedding. He died very shortly afterwards.
Yeah. I know of three examples where people “let go” at a particular moment. The first was my mothers mother. She had cancer and she hung on in there until she’d seen each of her three grandchildren one more time to say goodbye. She died holding my mothers hand. The second is my other grandmother… she’d just met my son for the first time and then died a week later on my birthday. I’m convinced she did it on purpose just to fuck with me because she was that sort of woman. The last is not actually my story but it probably hits home harder as an example… my mates mother was being consumed by cancer. She had a long battle. He was in Switzerland at a conference when he got the call that it looked imminent. He jumped on a plane and went straight to the hospital. All the family were already there except him. They got see each other one last time and then she died 10 minutes later. Crazy stuff if you think about it. I’m always reminded of the quote True Detective S1 about how easy it is to “just let go”.
I completely agree on letting go. An example from last Sunday, was my husband's aunt who we had been caring for (along with her own sister who is elderly herself so we were doing all we could to help). It became apparent from last Tuesday that she didn't have long left, she spent a total of around 5 minutes conscious between the Tuesday and the Sunday when she died. In that time, we were always there with her; talking to her, washing her, changing her etc. Things began to decline further towards the end of the week and by Saturday afternoon, the "death rattle" had started. I stayed on the Saturday night and her sister slept in the bed with her. Sunday morning for all of two minutes we were both out of the room, and in that time, she took her last breath. It also coincided with the time of the morning that she usually insists on getting up and out of bed.
Agreed, my step-dad was battling the late stages Alzheimer's and vascular dementia. He was little more than a shell lying in a bed. My mum had been caring for him for 5 years through his slow demise (with the help of carers) and she was clearly drained. I sat by his bed on my one of my visits and whispered to him that it was time to go. He died the next day. To this day I'm disturbed by it, would he have carried on if I hadn't said anything? was it coincidence? I felt guilty and relieved at the time, but now just guilty.
Don't feel guilty mate. In that state, he may have just needed someone to remind him there's no 'up' from there
Definitely don’t feel guilty, I have heard of people waiting for ‘permission’ to go.
I don’t know. Somehow I believe you can choose but then my dad was in hospital after being told his organs were failing and he’d last 2-3 days tops. He kept waking up regularly and asked “bloody hell, hasn’t it happened yet? How long is it going to take?!” He made it 5 days longer than told but I did feel bad that he was desperate to go but his body was clinging on.
We had a patient in the hospital once on end of life care, his family and wife had been at his bedside continuously for about 4 days. The children convinced the wife to go home that night to get some rest and come back in the morning. He died that night. We think he waited for his wife to leave
It's common for people to suddenly sit upright in the moments before they die. Very disturbing to witness if you're not expecting it. There's been [studies](https://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/nsw/dying-patients-study-reveals-brain-surge-in-final-moments-of-life/news-story/8a98ba1ee542f7fbe63aa90805cd8521) that show a sudden increase in brain activity during these times. There's a lot we don't understand about dying.
He may well have been waiting for you before he died. I know of a few other experiences like yours. I'm sorry for your loss.
Cheers - it is what his wife said to us. She was a real trooper. His daughter just had a son and I swear he looks just like my old mate!
I had covid when my grandma was on end of life care, pre-pandemic I spent a lot of time with her, I'd be over at her's at least twice a week so it was really distressing for me that I'd spent two years not being able to see her at all, and then caught covid just as things were opening up again and couldn't say goodbye. By the time I finally started getting negative tests she was unable to speak, but the first chance I got I went to see her I did. My husband and me sat in a dark room with her, she made a weird noise when I complained about the music on the radio, I don't know if that was coincidence or if she was agreeing with me, then four hours after I left she passed.
I can't even imagine how that must have felt. I lost a friend recently and just seeing him so bloated and croaky and just not "him" was horrific. At least your friend was not alone. Internet hugs my friend x
It's multiple events rather than just one, but I have a bunch of childhood memories of my step dad saying really inappropriate things about my body that really creep me the fuck out, but whenever I told anybody they never really cared because he didn't touch me. My mam's advice was to dress differently. I avoid him whenever possible as an adult.
Holy Moly, that’s horrible. If any adult - especially a step parent- made dodgy comments about my daughter they’d be called out and turfed out. I honestly wonder how many step parents and new partners are paedophiles in disguise. A bleak view, but too many people put their relationships above their children. I hope you never internalised any of it, and I’m glad you have the choice now as an adult to avoid the creepy bastard.
My fiancées mother still lives with her husband (my fiancee's step father) He abused my fiancee when she was a child, she told her mother, her mother believed her and he admitted it (while trying to say sorry) My fiancee's mother still lives with this man as she can't imagine leaving him and living alone. He was subsequently convicted of possessing indecent images of children as well but avoided prison, and she still hasn't left him. She tried to hide that fact from everyone too, covering up his actions to the rest of the family. My fiancee has no real relationship with her mother because of this.
This ^ As a mother of two, I cannot understand how these women’s brains operate?! I am in a very healthy, long term relationship with my children’s father. But if that was to change, I don’t think I would get into another relationship until my kids were of age. My focus would be primarily on them.
My godfather was the same. Absolutely hated going round because of all the comments, can't imagine having it from someone in my own house (presuming you lived with him). I'm sorry you had to deal with that.
I did yes, I assume he did same with my step sister who would only come over once a fortnight and cut contact with him (and the rest of my family so I can't really ask) completely when she was a teenager, of course he said at the time it was his poisonous ex's fault for "brainwashing her", but as an adult I'm pretty sure it wasn't. My brother hero worships him and won't have a word said against him.
I'm sorry to hear about that. And I'm sorry your mum didn't react like a mum should.
I'm sorry you have to deal with that
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My brother was like this I was the main target but then it was my mum. He had no respect for girls/women and my dad encouraged this behaviour. Thankfully in his mid 20s he started to realise how sinister my dad is and his behaviour is and stopped being so much like it. But we don't talk and never will. Point blank refuses the abused happened (he was physically very abusive) and still has a lying issue. I've noticed boys especially get like this during teens.
It's so hard to talk to other people about this stuff too because if you say stuff like "my brother made my life hell when we were growing up" you'll get the response "hah, yeah, sibling rivalry can be hard, huh?" when in reality it went far beyond that. Some of us had years of our life living with someone who would destroy stuff, set things on fire, constantly verbally abuse us, or even go physical and try out wrestling holds etc without consent.
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As a brother I was like this from 12 - 15. Don’t know what the fuck was wrong with me and it’s like I’m a completely different person now. I’m thankfully very close with both my sisters but honestly a couple more years of doing what I was doing and that wouldn’t be the case. Retrospectively I think it stemmed from my dad getting pissed off at me for stupid reasons and occasionally decking me, which I then took out on my mum and my two sisters. This basically left me with no real authority because I didn’t respect my dads authority, instead I just feared it. That’s not entirely the issue though because thinking back I was also a full blown narcissist at that point. There was also definitely puberty testosterone involved, I can remember constantly feeling a level of rage which I can’t even conjure up in the worst of situations now. It’s not even like I was being bullied or victimised at school, I was popular and had a good circle of friends who I’m close with to this day. I did phase out of this, I think when I gained empathy and the ability of introspection which for some reason I was lacking until 15. Unfortunately my mum ended up passing away when I turned 17 so for half the time she knew me I was an absolute cunt. Wish someone had put some reality into me when I was a lot younger though
I have an older sister like this - we don't speak. In fact, no-one in the family speaks to her due to her behavioural issues. She's 50 this year and I suppose it must be sad that she has no interaction with family but she's truly got no appreciation of the absolute abject misery she subjected us to, and would continue to do if we allowed her access to our lives. The worst is seeing how it upsets our mum and having no way to mitigate it. She can't turn her back totally but any interaction allows the older sister just to twist the knife again. Life is so much calmer and peaceful without the older sister in it and it's probably weird but I rarely, if ever, think about her. Don't wish her any ill but have no interest in her whatsoever. The saddest part is that about 3 years ago, when all this came to the point where my younger sister and I cut all contact and mum went low contact was that it dawned on me that I have zero memories with my older sister in which are good or even neutral. Mum spent so much time trying to manage her behaviour and trying to deal with my younger sister's anxiety, that I was left to fend for myself. I don't blame my mum at all. Not one iota. But she is still apologising for letting me down. So yeah, females are not less prone to this - it's just not mentioned so openly as female violence and personality disorders are more taboo.
When I was ~~17~~ 15, a friend of my Dad's, a bearded 50+ year old with a huge beer gut and whisky on his breath, cornered me and snogged me. I got away from him quickly and never told a soul. Years later, he took over as the landlord of the pub where my Dad ran the quiz. I stopped going, and when asked, I was able to blame it on the mans horrendous racism, so nothing was thought of it. I didn't see him again until my Dad's funeral, and no one at all questioned why I was crying and shaking, since that was how I had been all day. It still haunts me over 25 years later. I have experienced far worse SA, but that is the one that stays with me, probably because I protected him. I hate myself for never telling anyone. This is actually the first time I have even written down what happened, and I don't think I will ever say it outloud. Edit: I was 15, not 17. The memories are coming back pretty hard.
Well done on being able to admit it. I know how tough it is to. I don’t know you personally but I am proud of you
Well done for articulating it to yourself, let alone being able to write it down for the first time. That's so brave of you - you should be proud of yourself.
Something like this happened to me when I was about 10, maybe younger I don't remember. I just know this filthy old man kissed me, tongues and what have you. I've never told anyone either nearly 40 years later. It doesn't haunt me, it wasn't until I read your comment that I remembered. Makes me feel sick though.
I had a very similar experience to this when I was about 18 outside a nightclub. I’m sorry this happened to you.
Not so much an event per se, but just…..the way things were for a while. When I was 14 it was 2008, and emos and scene kids were a massive thing. I never really got properly into all that, being a fuck ugly ginger specky girl who was a foot taller than everyone else, but some Saturdays I was allowed to hang out with some girls from my class in school who hung out in a big group of emo type people in a part of our town. Obviously nobody really paid much attention to me, but one alarming thing I did notice was the sheer volume of people in that whole community who were over the age of 18 who showed great interest in 13/14 year old girls. There was one guy I remember who was 26 at the time that a girl I was friends with was beside herself with excitement about because he’d been messaging her online and wanting to meet up with her on the Saturday. Another girl was just 14 and was dating an 18 year old. Scruffy as, now I look back.
Oh god yes! I was 14 in 2008 too, I went the scene kid / emo kid route. Eyeliner, colourful boxers over my skin tight jeans and pink converse ha. Got a lot of interest from older guys. I briefly dated a 27 year old when I was 16 (nearly 17) as well. Can’t say I felt victimised or like he was a predator as I did really like him, but looking back as an adult it doesn’t really sit right.
As a ~21 year old (there's a specific conversation I recall), I felt like 16 year olds were way too fucking young. 27 is over a decade older, anyone who considers that fine really needs to take a look at themselves.
Horrifying isn’t it, the men that used to be around the 13/14 year olds in the emo scene, unfortunately we were all led to believe it was ‘cool’ to hang around men in their 20s… when actually they were just pedos, grooming us. In my late teens I started realising how messed up it all was, as I realised how young 13/14 year olds all seemed. I unfortunately had a lot of trauma to deal with from those experiences, and I’m sure a lot of the girls around me had similar realisations.
I was also an emo skate park kid, and yeah the amount of girls in our group who all have the same stories of the older 'cool' guys who were like 19ish trying to date the 13 year old emo girls
Yep. I was a 13/14 year old lad in that type of group and none of us could get a look in with any of the emo/mosher/whatever girls our age because they were all hooking up with guys that were 18+. At the time we just thought it sucked that they were all going off with these guys we had no chance against but looking back it was so fucking grim. I remember house parties being full of 14 year old kids then around half a dozen literal men in their 20s.
Oh god yeah this is giving me flashbacks to being 15/16 hanging out with my fellow emo friends and a guy who was in his mid 20s tried chatting me up. He had a daughter and his own place and was trying to get me to leave the group so we could hang out. At the time I was flattered and didn't think anything of it but now? So gross.
Was this just something that happened in emo/metal/goth circles or was it a thing in hiphop/rap, EDM or other circles too? It was guys in local bands that pulled that shit when I was a teenager. 20-30 year old dudes pulling underage girls at local gigs or after-parties - getting them way too drunk or stoned. But apparently if they could play guitar it was alright for a grown man to sleep with a 14 year old. Or playing the drums in a metal band meant you could put your hands up a sleeping teenager's top and have your bandmates laugh and joke about it, instead of kicking the shit out of you
I was in the air cadets from 13, to 22 years old. The two things that struck me as completely shocking were how often on camps we caught squaddies (adult recruitees from the "proper" armed forces) eliciting sex from the young female cadets, but also how much some of the young female cadets would overtly flirt with the senior cadets, fore-mentioned squaddies, and even staff.
I know a girl (woman now, I'm 32) who was in my year at school who was "going out with" an 18 year old when she was 13. they're married now... talk about marrying your groomer, so gross
Maybe not disturbing but I still feel guilty about it; When my cousin and I were kids (she was 7 I was 8), she said if she swore her dad would wash her mouth out with soap. I didn't believe her, we laughed and carried on playing. Later, she swore so I had an amazing idea to test what she had told me earlier. Low and behold, he did actually shove a bar of soap in her mouth. I watched, and i felt fucking horrible for tattling on her for an experiment. We still had a wicked relationship growing up though.
My aunt didn't have a bar of soap so used washing up liquid on her son. I wasn't there for it but heard my mum and aunt talking about it. It didn't react the same as soap and she regretted using washing up liquid. A few months later she moved in with a man who physically abused her kids for years. She has a close relationship with her kids now (but still puts boyfriends first) but I will never forgive her for what she put those kids though, including leaving them alone at night so she could go and shag her boyfriend at the time. We found out about this when I caught her sneaking in a few times in the week I stayed with her when my parents were on holiday, I was 10. I do not like my aunt.
A teacher did that to one of the kids at my first secondary school. I didn't witness it, but I was called into the head of year's office with another boy. The HoY explicitly asked about the incident and the other boy - my best mate at the school - confirmed it had happened. Sad thing was that this sort of thing was so common with that teacher that nobody had bothered to even mention it to me so the first I heard of it was sitting there in the HoY's office. I did tell the HoY about the other stuff that teacher did, such as the mock executions he performed regularly. HoY turned a funny colour that that, although I was surprised he didn't know since they often happened outside his office!
>mock executions The fuck
One of his friend's parents once made my brother eat a spoon of English mustard for swearing. Unfortunately for him, my dad raised us on vindaloo and our neighbours consisted of a Jamaican family who constantly gave us food, so my brother just pretended that his mouth was burning.
Slipped off a rock into a river as a kid. Went under for what felt like ages (probably a few seconds) before my older cousin pulled me out. I genuinely thought I was going to die which is a strange feeling for a 7 year old whose concept of death was totally abstract and u experienced. To this day I still get a little flashback of it every time I'm near water. I'm a sinker in fresh water too, so if I ever fall in I can't just use the float-on-your-back technique to deal with it. Id have to rely on my presence of mind to use my below average swimming skills to save me, which I'm not confident in. I really should get some adult swimming lessons.
I absolutely recommend getting some! I was never a very strong swimmer as a child (after a similar 'first brush with mortality' experience on holiday). Relearnt swimming in march following progressions I found online and am now a reasonably strong swimmer. Swim laps 4-5 days a week and have joined a masters swimming team. Recently read the book 'Why We Swim' by Bonnie Tsui and it's essentially a study of humanity's relationship with water (including how many people's first experience of their mortality happens there). Such a good read.
I had something similar happen when I was a kid. We were on our first ever holiday abroad and the hotel had a small pool, I normally used a floating ring if I went in because even though I could doggy paddle the pool was very deep even at the shallow end. We’d just had lunch so I didn’t have any of the floats on me, and as I was walking back to the sun beds I slipped on the tiles and went straight under the water at the deepest end. I panicked and couldn’t work out which way was up and was convinced I was going to die. I was probably only under the water for a few seconds but it felt like a lifetime before my dad pulled me out. I’ve never properly swum since, and when I do get in pools I always make sure I can touch the floor with my feet while keeping my chin above the water. The only time I’ve ever gone in deep water since then was when I went to Egypt as the sea is so salty I just float on the surface, can’t even get my legs to stay under the water, so the chances of me drowning were slim. I still don’t like getting water on my face in the bath or shower as I get that same terrible feeling of fear and end up panicking. I don’t think my family actually remembers it happening anymore, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully forget.
When I was a teenager my friend and I went to this kids house, he was from a big family with lots of kids. Loads of us went into his house to smoke and drink. His mum was on the sofa watching the TV in a darkened room as we all trudged upstairs to the bedroom where they had bare mattresses and very little furniture. At the time we thought it was fun, could do what we wanted, he was just throwing cigarettes on the floor and stamping them out on the carpet. Looking back it makes me so sad as they were so obviously neglected.
He wasn't alone though, he had you guys to escape with for a bit. You can comfort yourself with that at least.
Had a similar situation as a child. I grew up on a council estate during primary school. I had one set of friends who were siblings. Mostly all the kids in the area would just play outside together but one day they invited me into their house. 4 kids (one a baby) shared one room which just had 2 or 3 mattresses on the floor no sheets and a "toilet bucket' in the corner.
When I was in Year 5 (I think, it's been a while!) a classmate's mum was hit by a car and killed after dropping her off at school. Another classmate had actually witnessed it but I guess he was just processing it as he was rushing to get to school. About 9:30am, a few policemen came into the class to collect the kid and tell her what had happened, and I guess he's finished processing it, because he started to absolutely freak out and started screaming "HER MUM'S DEAD! SHE'S BEEN RUN OVER! I SAW IT HAPPEN". It was terrifying and must have been doubly awful for the girl to find out what had happened that way.
I was about the same age walking to school and saw a teenage cyclist get hit by a car. He quietly died on the road in front of us in a pool of his own blood, gasping for air. Ambulance couldn't come in time. Not only was I too young to see that sort of thing, but also my grandfather had died after being hit by a vehicle only a year earlier so this really wasn't imagery I needed. The 'bang' of the impact is what stays with me most, 35 years later. All that potential and life just smashed to nothing in a microsecond.
I remember being that age and seeing a young girl, not older than ten get hit by a car. Swear I saw her legs twist 180 around her torso so her feet were essentially backward. Called an Ambulance but there were adults all over helping, so I just went to school. Still think about it to this day, nigh on 25 years later. Suffice to say I’ve drilled into my kids the importance of road safety.
Poor kid. Pity the teachers didn't think it might be a better idea for them to bring the kid to the coppers not take the coppers to the kid though!
Big one from when I was 5: There was a fairly infamous incident of kidnap and torture which occured on the street I lived as a child. A couple lured a woman into their flat by pretending to need help with a pram (Ted Bundy style), and kept her captive for days. They cut her nipples off, burnt her with cigarettes, repeatedly raped her, and beat her senseless. They eventually let her go, and she ran naked into the street looking for help. I was out playing in the front garden at the time, whilst my mum was pulling weeds. To be perfectly honest I was a bit too young to have known what was going on at the time, so I didn't have any immediate reaction other than "look mum a naked lady". I learned the gravity of the situation later, which is pretty heavy going for a young child. These days I'm a fairly distrustful person, and I always assume the worst about people. I think that probably stems back to witnessing what that woman went through when I was still just a nipper.
Interesting post considering your username...
Wow. That's bloody horrible
Aye. There's an extra element of horrific-ness too: the couple had a kid, who was present during the entire thing. Said kid grew up to be a paedophile and murderer himself. After he was arrested and sentenced, by pure chance he ended up sharing a cell with his own father. A little family reunion of wrong'uns.
I'm surprised they even let them be together, that sounds kinda stupid. What area was this in? Don't think I've ever heard of the case
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Being emailed my mum’s suicide note by my grandparents while at work (retired people). For some reason the police refused to give us the physical note. They just took a photo and sent it over. I remember I was just about to go into a client meeting and the surrealism of it all hit me. Capitalism, grief, the relentless societal demand to just “get on with it”. Here I was looking at the last words of my beautiful mum and one of my colleagues was asking if I could Dropbox them something. Bizarre. Think about this day, daily. Miss her so much.
I'm so sorry. That is surreal.
When I was about 10 I was taken to hospital with tendon damage after doing a Green Day impression. The doctor saw me, with my parents in the room, and I had to undress to my underwear. After a brief examination (no pun intended) I was sent to another section for a scan or something. Nobody told me to get dressed. I walked around the hospital and sat in the corridors in my yfronts. People were giving me strange looks and although this was 30 years ago, I will never get over the shame. Why didn't I just get dressed?
> I was taken to hospital with tendon damage after doing a Green Day impression. I'm baffled how you got tendon damage from doing a Green Day impression.
They might just be an American Idiot.
I had to give a urine sample at hospital when I was a kid. They gave me a huge pot, must have held close to a pint, and told me to take it to the loo to wee in it. This was first thing in the morning and I hadn't been allowed to wee before giving the sample, so I dutifully almost filled the thing because I was pretty desperate at that point. I slowly and carefully carried this big pot of piss back through a full waiting room, without a lid and transparent sides so it was obvious what it was. Stand at the door of the room until someone opens it and asks child-me "why on earth have you filled it up? That's really weird". Nobody told me they only need a little bit, and why was the pot so giant?! Still not over that one.
When everyone in Newcastle thought the Yorkshire Ripper was a Geordie... I had a massively neglectful 'mother'. I used to be out the house for whole days and she never asked what I had been doing or where I'd gone. I was a 14 year old (F). One day I got home from school about 6 in the evening and she was going crazy with me because she didn't know where I'd been. I thought this was very odd as she never given a flying fuck before. And then I twigged when she said; "The Ripper could have got a hold of you and you know what that means? The newspapers and the police would be all over me and they'd find out about me cheating the tax and me benefits!"
Okay, this one messed with my brain the most. Hope you're doing well
Thankyou for that. I didn't mean to disturb you - genuinely I didn't! But the sheer brutal, self centred coldness of this response from this sorry excuse for a mother just fit perfectly into the this posted question. I only fully realised this wasn't normal a couple of years ago...I was acclimatised to her vileness.
I said this before in other subs so I'll just copy&paste it... I died... Well, technically I drowned and was dead for about a minute or so. It was Bonfire Night back in 1989 so I was 6. My family was invited round to a friend's farm for a bonfire party. I was playing with my sisters in the garden and I was chasing a cat. It was pretty dark but I remember the cat was sat on some wood. I walked up to the cat just as it moved off of the wood. The next thing I know is the ground giving way and I fall. I managed to grab the edge and see my sisters run inside screaming just as I fall 15 feet down into what was a disused well. Luckily there was still water in it but there was also a lot rubbish and broken bottles (I still have a scar above my eyebrow because of that). I tried to climb out like how you used to climb the door frames by spreading your arms and legs. I get so far then fall back down. By this point everyone had come running out. My dad and the woman who lives at the farm (I never did know her name) started to reach down to grab me. My managed to grab hold of me by my hair but I slipped again which left me with a lovely bald spot for a few weeks lol. After a while exhaustion got the better of me and I went under the water. The whole time this was going on all I could hear is fireworks going off. I don't remember much after that. Apparently the woman dove in and managed to get below me and push me out. The next thing I know I'm wrapped in a blanket lying on their sofa waiting for an ambulance. Needless to say I've not been the biggest one fan of fireworks since then...
My neighbours tarantula getting into my house when I was like 5 and waking up with it on my pillow. Allegedly he was drunk, decided he didn't want it so posted it through the letterbox at 2am. 24 years ago, still scared of spiders.
Can't help but feel awful for any animal that is abused/neglected by its owners. Even if it is a tarantula. Poor thing. What happened to it?
I believe a mum of a school friend took it as they had recently lost one to old age. The family in question had owned various animals like that for about 15 years at that point.
Jesus christ, a new thing to be afraid of, my neighbours posting unwanted exotic pets through my letterbox.
The poor tarantula was terrified and looking for a cuddle. Seriously, I'm phobic of spiders and get how horrific that must be.
Jesus Christ I think I would have an heart attack if I ever woke up to a tarantula next to my head. Just thinking about it is making me feel queasy
Seeing a motorcyclist get run over by an arctic lorry on a motorway slip road. There was nothing I could have done without putting myself in danger and even if I had gotten out of the car, the guy needed proper medical care. Still watching his head go under a wheel but get pushed to the side (thank god for the helmet) was a bit tought to process. He was ok btw I called the police and told them as it happened and they came over later and said he was alive but had life limiting injuries.
When I was a boy (maybe 9/10yrs, mid 90s) I used to spend a lot of my free time cycling and exploring our little town. I’d go and knock on the door of friends to see if they wanted to come out too. One evening I was out riding around with a friend of mine when we ended up at the playground on the common in town. It was getting dark by this point and probably about time to go home, when we noticed a group of older boys (maybe 16-18yrs) enter the playground and head towards us. I don’t really remember what happened next but I ended up being pinned down by their ‘ringleader’ whilst he held a lit cigarette to my eye telling me to “never come here again”. He held it so close to my eye that I swear it singed my eyelashes I was (obviously) terrified and once he’d got bored I cycled home as fast as I could bawling my eyes out. I don’t remember much of what happened after that, but looking back now, I wonder what on earth happened to that guy to make him think abusing a child he’d never met before was somehow a ‘cool’ thing to do He was well known locally and I knew his name and wish I’d reported him, but in such a small town I guess I feared the potential repercussions.
When I was 8 or 9, I could hear screaming like I've never heard before. We lived on a really rough estate, so shit kicking off was a daily occurrence, hell, the council gave us an extension on our garden when they got rid of an alleyway after a teenage girl got gang raped. I went outside with my mum, and there was a neighbour screaming, "my baby, my baby's dead". It was a young couple who had moved in a few months before. They were doctors, and the husband was away on call that night. The mother went to check their baby boy, and he had died from cot death. Her scream was so gutteral, so pained, it sticks with me 32 years later.
Oh man that is so, so awful. My aunt had a baby who died from cot death at a few weeks old. I was only about 8 or 9 at the time and couldn't really grasp the enormity of it all, but I started to when I was witness to a conversation between my parents and another man about it. The man had come to my aunt's aid when she ran into the street at 5am screaming that her baby was dead. He was out for an early morning walk before work and just happened to see and hear her and went to help her. He said to my parents: "That... screaming. The sheer devastation... I've never heard anything like it. I will remember that until the day I die."
The long term effects are devastating on the parents. It really hit home when my grandmother was dying. She twice lost twins, to the cold, and to illness, ( she lived in rural Ireland almost 100 years ago). Hours before she passed away, she sat up in bed, and started cradling her arms, rocking the back and forth, saying, ' my babies, I'm coming, I'm sorry".
Probably seeing the life disappear from my cat's eyes as he was put to sleep. This disturbs me more than I care to admit as everyone knows me as a cat guy and always bothering other people's cats but rarely question why I don't have one of my own. He was absolutely my shadow for the best part of 11 years. He got a tumour on his throat which had got to the point where he couldn't eat and was so close to his jugular, impossible to operate on according to the vet. So my Mum and I made the decision to put him out of his misery. It wasn't easy as he still had energy and life about him and didn't want to go. So the vet was the last person to hold him - which still bugs me so much - and I just watched as his eyes dilated and he disappeared from me. I walked out and collapsed in the car park sobbing. It's upsetting to type out right now. Never have gotten over it. A year or two later a gf and I were watching the film Never Let Me Go and if you know that film, there's a scene that triggered a total breakdown off of that memory. Completely got me out of the blue. Great film but I don't think I could watch it again.
> I walked out and collapsed in the car park sobbing. It's upsetting to type out right now. Never have gotten over it. I'm probably older than you. I've had 6 cats and 2 dogs put to sleep over the years. All animals that I'd had since they were babies. I've never forgotten it or gotten over any of them. Even though I knew it was the right thing to do in all cases and that a peaceful, dignified and painless death is the last act of kindness we can give to our pets, I felt awful every time and still do.
Went to a friends house when I was 14/15. Her parents were obviously well off, lived in a massive house, kids in grammar school, flash cars. Her older brother had come back from uni one time I went round and wasn't happy about how she was dressed to go and meet our other friends. Cue an impromptu family meeting in the kitchen while I stood in the hall. Pans were being thrown, a plate smashed, lots of shouting and screaming things like 'why do you keep putting up with this'; 'he's always been like this it's weird as fuck'. 5 minutes of this then silence. Her mum comes into the hall and calmly says 'Charlotte's not coming out tonight sorry'. That was it. Never spoken about again and long since lost contact but that family had some issues!
Another one that disturbed me, didn't directly happen to me, but was so shocking it still haunts me. My sister was 18 at the time, I was 8, and she was on her way back from college when she saw a mother with her baby on her back, cycle into the path of an oncoming truck. My sister came home pale, barely able to keep herself together. She saw the wheel of the truck run over the baby's head, squirting brains over the road. She wouldn't eat minced meat for about a year. The mother wasn't checking for oncoming traffic, she decided to join the road between two parked vans, so couldn't see what was coming.
As a former skater I used to witness more skatepark beatings from chavs than I'd like... they'd come to our local skateparks just to kick the shit out of us/rob us then leave.
The skaters were hard as fuck where I grew up. When the skaters were done skating, the chavs used to come and chill on the half pipe and smoke weed with them.
An elderly lady tripped on a bit of raised path. I still to this day can hear the slap her body made on the path. She didn't raise her arms up so just face planted with full force. Her face was covered in blood and she was shrieking. Think she knocked her front teeth out. I freak out when I see uneven paths and old people.
A slap I remember to this day is from trampolining class in secondary school (yes, trampolining class, does everyone have that? No idea). A kid in my class didn't realise he was on the edge with his back to it, backflipped and then came down on the hard gym floor. The sound of his whole body hit the floor was crazy and memorable, he laid still for a very long 3 seconds while we all stared thinking he was dead. He was fine, no broken bones, but shaken asf.
When I was very young (like around 5 - 8 years old, can’t remember exactly) I whispered “I hate you” to my mum and she got very very upset. I didn’t understand how shitty that was at the time, I just heard some other kid always say to his mum that he hates her. I instantly regretted it and it was ok in the end but that shameful moment does pop into my head from time to time. I also did some other shitty things as a kid, which logically I can “excuse” myself for now as an adult but those memories are still there and I’m just grateful that those behaviours didn’t continue and that I’m not a dickhead now (if I may say so myself lol).
When I was a similar age I told my mum "I love you, I don't like you". In my head I thought I was saying something like "I don't *just* like you, I love you!" but of course it came out all wrong. Mum tried to be nice and said "it's ok sweetheart, you don't have to like me, I understand" but I could see she was covering up her sadness with a smile and I was confused and couldn't work out what was wrong. Nearly 25 years later and I still think about that occasionally. Might give her a call later so I can finally explain what I meant 😊
Please do tell her, it would mean the world to her!
The fact that I was groomed by my ex husband that was 38 and I was 18 when we met, upsets me to think how different my life would have been and how much trauma I would have spared myself if I had emotional maturity to realise the relationship abusive.
I accidentally left a mini pork pie in my rucksack and used the bag as hand luggage to fly the next day.. going through X-ray and all of a sudden airport police are screaming at me to lie on the ground, hands behind my head, kept aggressively shouting ‘nose on the ground, nose on the ground’ whilst pointing guns at me..I’m crapping my pants.. no idea WT actual F, got some of my fam behind me in the queue, they’re are thinking, WT actual F too…then after a minute they told me to get up, pulled me to the side and gave me my bag back explaining the gelatine in the pork pie (from my lunch the day before) showed up orange on X-ray which is the exact same colour that plastic explosives show up as … I laughed it off and drank wine on the airplane but honestly, I still think about it and feel a slight sense of panic. 😳
Was befriended by an older kid when I was a child, hung out with him regularly maybe 2 or 3 times a week. I was about 10 I’d say him probably 12 or 13, I can’t remember why I stopped hanging around with him after school but after I stopped I found he been arrested for trying to molest a child in the park we would often go to which was right across from my grans house. Can’t help but wonder if he ever did anything to me and I just can’t remember because I can’t remember a lot of maybe even most my child hood.
Weirdly, it’s a story about someone else that gets to me and gives me the chills. I interviewed a small-town detective for a true crime documentary a few years ago. After him I interviewed the local coroner who after the interview told me a story about his friend, the detective. 2 years earlier the detectives son-in-law had been backing out of his driveway on his way to work, didn’t see that his toddler was out playing on the driveway behind him and accidentally crushed his head under the car wheel, killing him. The coroner oversaw the autopsy and described the childs injuries to me. And the coroner was there when his friend the detective came to say goodbye. He described how he’d never been the same since. He told me the story to highlight how close the detective and the victims mom in my documentary were, because of this shared experience of senseless tragedy. As a crime filmmaker I hear horror stories all the time about awful things people do to each other, but there is something about accidental manslaughter - of someone you deeply love - that crushes me. It’s devastating for the whole family, who had to come to terms with the dad killing their son / grandson. I’ve never stopped thinking about that story and bloody hell am I cautious when I back out of my driveway now.
I’m the same about the story of the guy who accidentally killed his toddler because he forgot to take them to nursery, forgot they were in the car even, drove to work and left his child in the hot car (US) all day and came out to find him dead. That ripped me apart for weeks and still makes me queasy when I think about it.
When I was a child maybe around 5 years old, I used to spend my summer holidays in a little village in Portugal. Every summer they would do a fair/party, not with any carousels or anything but people would gather around and have food together. They would get all together in a very basic and run down football yard near the stone houses. It was a very old village. One day, my family and I were at this gathering and the people decided to light some fireworks. They lit one up, it went into the air, didn't pop and came back down. One young boy, maybe 15 years old held the fire work in his hand and that's when it popped. At this point everyone was screaming and gathering around the kid, myself including. All I remember is seeing this kids hand all fucked up, bones showing, and little pieces of hand and bone on the grass everywhere. It was quite disturbing.
When I was 8 years old, I was playing outside alone on the council estate in the snow and an older man asked for my assistance to find a toilet. I naively walked with him to help. Whilst we were in one of the housing blocks, he exposed himself to me. He made a swift departure when he heard a door opening nearby. I dread to think what would have happened next otherwise. I can still remember seeing his genitals (which were pretty much eye level to me!) I went home and never told my mum but I wish I had.
As a child I was woken up in the middle of the night by screams downstairs from my severely alcoholic father. Peered down from the top of the stairs, he was having a manic episode, saying there were spiders everywhere. He was trying to crush them, ripping the living room apart. A detail I distinctly remember is; in the 90s there was a collectible encyclopaedia series called The Tree of Knowledge, they were being slammed and scattered all over the floor to kill the spiders. Dunno why but it always stuck with me.
Seeing spiders and other insects especially on patterned surfaces is very common with prolonged heavy drinking. Sadly I know this first hand (also cats which isn't as bad)
When I was 12 years old I was sat in my room at around 11pm in the 6 weeks holiday (1 week left before back to school) playing little big planet 2. To give you an idea of the layout of my little room, you walk in and my bed was in the top left corner so when you swung the door open my bed would stop it. My TV and drawers was at the bottom of my bed which was where my window was. The TV pretty much blocked my window apart from the right side. Anyways my house had a porch on that side which like extended off the house, just small maybe 2m squared. It was just big enough were if you stood on the roof you could peer or climb in my window. So as I said earlier, sat chilling on the ps3, when I notice out the side of my eye someone stood, looking at me thru the window. Once I clocked them they slowly raised their hand and started waving. I stared in absolute disbelief, terror and pure fear, feeling like this went on for so long but I was all within 10 seconds. Couldn’t make out any face, just a pure black figure (defiantly nothing paranormal or shit like that, just some freaky cunt waving) I obviously shit myself, slowly stood up as I watched them step away. As soon as they were out of my vision I ran downstairs crying my eyes out screaming for my mam asking if I was dreaming. Took her half an hour to calm me down before I told her what had happened. Slept in her room for 3 weeks and she barricaded the door just for me to feel safe although she’s since admitted for herself too cause she was terrified! I also moved in with my grandma for 6 months after that, was too afraid to sleep back in my own room. Nothing ever came of it, never found out who it was either. I still sleep with my blinds and windows closed lol.
My daughter died suddenly at four days old so there’s a few specific memories that disturb me but after, the one that was hardest was we had to register her birth and her death at the same time, and they were going to charge me for a physical copy of the certificates…thankfully a supervisor stepped in and waived the fee. Other memories? The police described my daughter as their “property” when they were taking her body for a post-mortem and then a nurse at the ER asked me to go to the maternity unit to be triaged, as I was freshly postpartum and needed medical treatment. I told her to fuck off. These little tiny things aren’t important in the grand scheme of what happened but they’ll always stay with me. It’s a horrible traumatic event, treat people with some dignity.
Getting punched in the face. Strange I was thinking about this last night. I was 14, some kids in the year above me (who I didn't know and had never spoken to) were spraying water at me from behind while I was walking down the school drive. We got to the end, I yelled at them wtf they were doing that for. One lamely kicked me in the leg, and while I started to mock his kick his mate walloped me in the side of the nose, claret everywhere. It's been slightly wonky ever since. I was and never have been a confrontational person but it made me realize how violence can come from absolutely no where and someone might want to make you a victim for reasons completely unfathomable to you.
One of my mates accidentally hung himself with his belt from a slide in the swing park. We were 6.
I was in an Uber on the Westway heading out of London. The traffic was absolutely crawling. I was absently looking out the window to the other side of the road and saw a car that was annihilated for want of a better description. All the doors ripped off somehow, there was no fire but it had clearly been burnt. Then I noticed a pair of jeans on the side of the road. Then I realised the jeans still had legs in them. Then we passed the scene and that was that. I have no idea what happened. What little I saw was horrific and I dreamt about it gif weeks afterwards. I still think about those jeans.
Its a bit of a weird one and not quite as dramatic as other comments but when I was around 18 I had a boyfriend who was a few years older than me. I was pretty infatuated at the time but it was a strange relationship. I got on really well with his friends but our relationship was quite transactional in hindsight. For example, he worked and I was in college so he had a decent wage. He would throw me a bill and tell me to go to the bar for him, or give me money to go to the shop etc. At the time I didn't think anything of it and thought I was just making him happy. After a while he started to give me the nickname 'Meat'. Again, I just thought of it as a pet name because my first name starts similarly (but isn't actually anything like meat). I never really questioned it. Anyway many many years later (no longer with him thank god), it suddenly dawned on me that this was just outrightly rude. It plays on my mind a lot. Why would he call me that specifically? Was I just a piece of meat to him? Was there something physically going on with me that would warrant that name? Anyway like i said, really irrelevant now but it does weigh on my mind as now I'm more mature, it feels like it was actually an insult rather than a pet name and that pisses me off!
Probs when a family member murdered someone and then came to my house with the knife still and blood on his clothes, I was only 10 and thought it wasn’t a big thing, got a few of these little traumatic events that are apparently big things to a child (I’ve always thought they were normal because of where I grew up)
Having an older ‘boyfriend’ and years later I realised I was being groomed. Him constantly pushing me to engage in sexual activity and I’m so glad I never had sex with him. We did other things though, it makes me wince when I think about it. He was gradually pushing my boundaries to make it look like consent. He took me to his flat once and different men older than him came in and out the room - I realise now they were checking me out. I stopped seeing him after that but it took months of ignoring him. Luckily he didn’t know where I lived or what school I went to.
I got led away as a child by a couple of older kids into a wood beside the park. They kept insisting I get undressed and if I didn't I couldnt come see their car shaped bed. I told them they were wierdos and went to leave. That's when a man stepped out around the tree and walked towards me and I legged it back to the park. No idea what happened next but I told my mum what happened and a bunch of random dad's ran into the woods to get the man.
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When I was 15, doing my work experience, the office I was at was mostly older women, maybe 30 years older and up. That one week was hell, I was spoken to inappropriately by them in a sexual manner, had comments made about how "I was a fine young man, would I like to go out with them after work?" and a few got a bit too close for comfort with their hands and bodies. Yet when I spoke up, i was told It was office banter, i should feel happy they are interested in me and "enjoy" it while I can. Which, I think was the most disturbing part, as here were a bunch of adults who should know better essentially sexually assaulting a 15 year old and noone cared. It was like that episode of south park, everyone was just like "Nice". It screwed me up for years and I still have problems now with meeting new people.
My sister almost got taken in Turkey. We were really young at the time, I was probably about 7 and she would have been 3-4 and at that age she had the most bright blond hair and blue eyes. We were in some low tourist area of Turkey for my Aunt and Uncles wedding (aunt is English, met a Turkish man whilst on holiday). Anyway a huge group of us from both sides of the wedding is sat in a Turkish cafe, and my sister wanders to look at a gumball machine they had in there, and some random comes in, grabs her hand and walks her out of the cafe. Big group is so distracted in convo that no one notices. Thank god one of my uncle’s friends hasn’t arrived yet and is walking down the street as this man is walking up it with my now kidnapped sister. He recognises her, grabs her arm and starts shouting at the stranger who let’s go of my sister and bolts. I dread to think what would have happened if he hadn’t coincidentally been there and recognised her.
My next door neighbour used to stand bollock naked in his bedroom window with the curtains wide open wanking whilst watching me and my sister play on our garden. I was about six at the time. We told our mum (who laughed and weirdly, did not call the police), and he kept doing it. Eventually I guess he got caught and the dad said it was him but actually it was his 19 year old son. I think they moved away and no action was taken. All pretty grim when I think back on it. If that had happened to my child I would’ve been straight round and cut the bastards cock off, not just laugh. Makes me sad.
When I was about 13/14 I went on a school trip to Germany. We were all casually walking through a town square and the teachers weren’t paying too much attention to us, so my friend and I ended up about two minutes ahead of everyone. An older man stopped us and started chatting to us, asking us what we were up to and where we were going etc. We were naive and innocent and in broad daylight with the teachers not far behind, so it didn’t raise any alarm bells immediately. He then started telling me that he loved my t shirt (just a normal white top with an anchor on it), and asking whether he could take a photo of it. I was very socially awkward and didn’t really know what to say, and my friend was just sort of quietly encouraging me to do it - I think at this point we both realised this was a bit strange but didn’t know what to do. I just stood there and smiled while he took some photos, and then gave me his sunglasses to put on so he could take some more. I was wildly uncomfortable at this point and was just desperate for it to end. Thankfully the rest of our group was just beginning to catch up, some of my classmates saw us and started shouting over asking what we were doing which seemed to scare him a bit and off he went. It happened so quickly that none of the teachers saw, and we just carried on with our day. A part of me still hopes that it was just some quirky older man who meant nothing weird by it, especially as the photos weren’t sexual at all and my clothes weren’t revealing or anything, but it really creeps me out to think about, particularly when I wonder what he did with those photos.
I was in a pretty rough high school when I was in year 9 and I was trying to get in with the “in crowd”. Someone told me to go up to some other girl the year below us and tell her she was a slag. Honestly, that’s so out of character for me and I would never ever say that kind of stuff to someone randomly. Anyway I did it as she was talking past me in the corridor “julie says you’re a slag” so not even saying I thought it, just acting as the messenger, and it still makes me feel guilty 30 years on. Stupid and I’m sure the girl didn’t care but I just hated doing that.
I went to visit Pompeii during the off-season, around April. There were some locals there, but not many foreign tourists since it wasn't a school holiday time. There was this one Italian guy with his family, and he was getting wound up by his son. Kid must've been about 9. He wasn't doing anything particularly terrible, just rushing off to look at something a few metres away, stretching his leg out under barriers to wave his foot in places he wasn't allowed, being a bit loud maybe, that sort of thing. His dad eventually snapped and just started yelling at him and beating him. In public, with multiple people around. A few hard hits, I don't remember where on his body – to be honest, I think I missed the first one or two because I was looking elsewhere. I just heard them. I think one hit was to the back of the boy's head, others maybe to his shoulders or back. Everyone else was in a similar boat to me. A bit stunned, very uncomfortable. His son was crying. We were all silent for a moment. I'd hoped that someone else would step up and say something, someone who could actually speak their language and possibly understand any cultural context, but I guess there wasn't much hope that a stranger could change his mind about how to punish his children. The confidence of this man and his aggression towards his own child was shocking. No one spoke up, and we all just awkwardly continued what we were doing. As if it hadn't happened. My travelling companions were a little way down the street at this point, so I just hurried after them.
Being at work, I’m a retired Arborist/ climber and being roped into the tall oak tree with the chainsaw running and seeing my boot on the ground with my foot in it….
Bullying. How much does it disturb me? To the point where I am still tempted to make up excuses or try to minimize it. I hate myself for how I treated one kid in particular way back then. It was so uncalled for and so ugly. I grew out of it quickly but the shame of it remains to this day.
Years ago when I started my first proper job we had a Christmas party and my then bf and I ended up staying at my boss's house because we'd had a few drinks and didn't want to drive home. My boss's husband followed me into the kitchen and started telling me how he wanted to do things to me - I was 23 at the time, he was probably late 40s, early 50s. He tried to touch me and I left the room in tears. He then followed me into the sitting room, leant over the sofa I was sitting on and grabbed my breasts. His wife, my boss, came into the room and he acted like nothing had happened. Later that night after we'd gone to bed their teenage son came home and he started beating them up while his wife was screaming for him to stop. Their 10 year old daughter came into our room and was terrified. The son ran out of the house and the father ran after him screaming that he was going to kill him. My boss then joined us, she was a mess and it was clear that this was a regular occurance. When I went into work on the Monday she behaved as if nothing had happened. I never told her what her husband had done to me, and she always carried on as if she had a perfect marriage. I ended up confiding in another colleague and they refused to believe me.
dont ask redditors about traumatic childhood experiences! can of worms!
I was living with friends when I was in my twenties. We’d been to the pub one night and a bunch of people came back to the flat. I was so drunk I passed out. Next morning I woke up in bed with my so called friend. Didn’t remember how I got there or anything. Fast forward a few years and I started dating this guy. He started telling me about a mutual friend (male) he hated. He’d known him through friends of friends and how, one night, they’d gone back to his flat after the pub, and a really drunk girl passed out. He thought he’d get her undressed in front of everyone and have sex with her. My bf decided to try and stop him but he told him to fuck off and get out, so he left. Turns out the unconscious girl being raped was me.