Quhark :

I was lucky that adult came to the rescue.  I have to keep things family friendly so I didn't use the exact words of what was going to happen to us.  But I bet you understand what was going on.  I'm just glad that adult came when she did.  I was also lucky those teenagers didn't have the weapons the other group that attacked my other friends did.  Or things would of been really bad.

I've had a few childhood trauma, some of them can't be put on this site for certain reasons but I can share one of them having to do with my mother.
My mother raised me and my brother by herself, she was working the night shift at a window making plant, she got off work about 1am and it was a Thursday so me and my brother were waiting for her to come home with MacDonald's, it was a weird thing we did every second week when she got paid. We waited patiently for her to come home.. But she didn't, we started to worry, not to long after that(about 4am) my aunt suddenly showed up at the door, telling us mum was in the hospital. We were in a panic, but we got some clothes together and went to my aunts. I was freaking out, they wouldn't tell me what happened.. And they wouldn't take me to go see her.. It wasn't until the next day that I found out what had happened, I was told my mother's heart had got into congestive heart failure, that her heart was enlarged and not working properly. Every other night, she would have been driving home from work by herself... it was lucky, that night she was driving a co-worker home.. If it hadn't of been for that, my mother would have died. I am very attached to my mother, without her.. I'd be nothing, I was scared, my mother was in the icu(intensive care unit). They took me to go see her, she wasn't awake.. She had machines hooked up all over her body, and a machine breathing for her.. It was horrible.. I sat there for as long as they would let me, I didn't want to leave her.. But they made me. She stayed in ICU for a while, then when she was awake and they determined her stable.. They moved her downstairs, I was allowed to visit her for longer periods of time, but I knew she was still sick.. And was going to be sick for the rest of her life. They gave her so many pills to take, and soon they released her from the hospital.. We moved closer to my aunt so she could help us out, mum wasn't allowed to pick up anything over 5lbs, and HAD to take her multiple pills. 

Those are the brief details of the scariest time in my life, I thought I was losing my mother.. And I could have very easily, I thank the co-worker who was with her that night, every night for rushing her to the hospital.. If it wasn't for her, my mother would have died. My mother is always going to be sick, and I will always worry about her well being but I'm glad I didn't lose her. I don't know what I'd do.. I don't know what I will do when she passes on, no matter when it will be.. 

I do, but I don't want to talk about it. Yeah I can just forget and move on but this is a personal issue I want to deal with when the time is right.

Has to deal with fire and almost my life. Was a pretty carefree stupid kid back then, everyone was at one point, am I right?

I could have done better without being bullied and I guess some surgeries I had to have could have gone better. In result of bullying I still feel like nobody really wants me around or I am treading space where I should not be and I have to be on my guard and confrontational. Being in the hospital left me with a feeling of being abandoned and going back to kids who are already mean to you with the results did not help.

Anyways, I grew up okay.

beautiful nightmare : I'm really sorry for your mother. Taking pills all day and unable to lift heavy objects is a limit to possibilities, and you were apperently scared to death. I know that feeling because my parents were almost divorced and I thought I will never see my dad again.


I wish a long and happy life for you and your family.





becerra95: you don't have to share your story. But I tell you one thing, I don't judge people.





Brigand : well you must had a normal childhood then. Because that counts normal for me, and you also learned a lesson from bullies. That lesson is about how mercyless people can be, and you must always keep your guard up because crime is everywhere.

I'm still technically underage, but i do have a traumatic story. When i was about 8, me, my dad, and my sister along with some family friends went to a ski resort for christmas break. Since i was young, my dad would only let me go on the green circle slope. It was fun..... until i got to the last part of the slope. It was a downhill slope right down to parking lot nearby. Here, i started to get some speed. A lot of speed. So much that i couldn't break. I keept going fast untill i reached the bottom of the slope, at which point my ski hit a depression and i fell over. My left eye hit a piece of ice, and that really did some damage. I couldn't use that eye for a week, and i still have sub-par vision in it to this day.

Quhark :
True, I suppose. Don't know if anyone had any different since I only lived this one life. But I doubt there was nothing extraordinary about it since lots of kid maybe if not got it worse, they did not handled it as well.

After all, children don't yet have the facades the grown ups wear so they are far more cruel in comparison.

Boxia : You are not underage, but I'm really sorry for your eye. You can't see distance and size if one of your eyes is damaged, so if it has been damaged to this point then you see in 2D.

While i Have Many scar's covering my arms and 4 on my head, I can't say they are related to any trauma's sure they were caused by accidents. But both fortunately and unfortunately. i am a strange type of Masochist. Feeling Pain makes me laugh. Even when i by some strange happennings, i bounced off against the low ceiling in my sister her appartment and slammed head first into the sharp tip  of her flat screen tv. I jsut stood there laughing, rubbing my forehead till i saw the blood. Then all i could saw was: Well damn, guess i hit it harder then i thought. But since i'm going off topic, i do have one really bad Childhood trauma. I don't know exactly how old i was when it happenned only that i was younger then 5 years old. My Father was a Drunk,who when intoxicated would become very aggressive. My mom was beat alot by him, because she didn't want him hurting me or my 3 older sisters. But the biggest trauma of those first few years of my life came on the day that my mom had finally build up the courage to kick him to the curb to put it bluntly. MY Father reacted to those words of her by grabbing her by the throat and choking her in front of the eyes of me and my sisters. I don't fully remember what happenned, who or what stopped him, but he suddenly left and a Few years Later dissapeared from our lives for good. But up to this day i have never forgotten what he did, nor can i. Because my mom still sufferrs from it, Her throat was badly damaged and has ebcome very sensitive thanks to him. So that was my worst trauma.