Bad memories, experiences you had as a child which still haunts you, reminds you till this day

Once when I was 3 I was playing with my friend and being a toddler I bit her for no reason. As punishment, my teacher force fed me a spoonful of spicy mustard, put me in a highchair and put the highchair inside a small bathroom with no windows and turned the lights off and closed the door. Traumatic and still haven't forgotten about it.

km8907 wrote: »

Once when I was 3 I was playing with my friend and being a toddler I bit her for no reason. As punishment, my teacher force fed me a spoonful of spicy mustard, put me in a highchair and put the highchair inside a small bathroom with no windows and turned the lights off and closed the door. Traumatic and still haven't forgotten about it.

Wow. Teachers would not get away with that today. I personally would break my foot in theirass if they treat my kid that way.

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I saw my little brother get hit by a pickup truck and dragged underneath it for at least 30 meters. He was ok, just had a concussion.

PeachesNcreamgal wrote: »

A grown *kitten* adult neighbor used to stalk me when i was a child. He caught me alone one day turned off the light and tried to strangle me. He died of cancer when I was a teen. I am still afraid of the dark.

That is so horrible, I am so sorry for your awful experience

Growing up with an abusive father, a clinically depressed mother and a mentally ill sibling, yes, there are plenty of sad memories.

km8907 wrote: »

jpoehls9025 wrote: »

Some of these bad "experiences" should not haunt these people still today... some just need thicker skin. But others I can relate with totally Shi** stuff can happen in life just as long as you can turn your circumstances into something constructive. Ive dealt with a lot of trauma in life and I just rather choose to learn from the experiences rather then let it haunt me for ever.

Please don't undermine someone else's trauma.

I wonder what, else they might believe's just; a choice?

In Kindergarten I went, down the; playground's slide & the metal at the, end wasn't rounded/smooth so; it shredded my back & thus I was afraid to, go down them; via then!

I had a gym class a few years later within, which weaving around; the swings & then going down the slide at, another school was; our required exercise! Well I'd weave around the slide instead even, the threat of failing gym class didn't force me to; face my fear & I was a huge fan of American Gladiator's so, of course I loved that we we're essentially turning the swing/slide set into; an obstacle course!

Anyway he reported me to, the guidance counselor she took me to; the swings & told me that, we weren't leaving until I went; down that slide! It was completely ridiculous I, mean it wasn't a fear that; was a necessity to overcome lol but I did! Unfortunately that was the, beginning of; me having a reason to hate myself because I was a tough girl whom, never tolerated being; treated unfairly & at, that age I; was actually my toughest but that day I just didn't have the fight in me so, to be honest I'd rather still be afraid of going down a slide than; hating myself for my moment of weakness!

SomebodyWakeUpHIcks wrote: »

That time when me and my friends overheard some older boys taking about a dead body they found by the railroad tracks. It was believed to be the body of a classmate of ours who had been missing for a while. My friends and I decided to set out to find it and be heroes. Seeing that dead body really impacted me for life.

stand by me (movie) ?

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HyeKarma wrote: »

I was that little girl who grew up to be a survivor. And now looks back to see, sometimes why it was good to be overweight, and not the center of attention for looking pretty. So although its wonderful to be at goal weight, and its nice to know your great enough, that your dance teacher wants you front and center. But, you would rather be running the show, not in the show. You would rather be at monitor world or FOH wearing a sound technician cap, cargo shorts and polo shirt, respected for your work by the big guys. Save my bikini for my own back yard. Save my sexy outfits for nights with my husband. But it's okay now. I know how to call 911. I know how to protect myself with a deadly force. Go ahead, try me.

I've never wanted to be your friend more!

Oooh. You quoted me.
But thank you.
How did you know I would go and erase it out?
Same here.

When I was around 6 or 7, I almost drown. I was alone as well and panicked. I had been taking swimming lessons and tried to swim on my own and couldn't get back out the water. With a hell of a struggle, I made it out and have been terrified of deep water since then. I still can't swim. Once the water is around my neck or even shoulders, I just panick and can't move. It was very traumatic.

My little sister also suffered the same but at 3 when she fell into the deep end and luckily our little cousin, who had just finished his last swimming class, was already there and he saved her life. Ever since then I've wanted to try to learn, but my own past gets in the way.