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“Brought Up In A Cult”: 35 Things People Went Through As Kids And Didn’t Realize Were Unusual
Who doesn’t have a childhood memory that haunts them to this day? A traumatic field trip, a brutal exam, or moving to a new school, there are all sorts of experiences many people went through as children, but for some, life was a lot tougher.
One netizen asked others to share childhood experiences that they only later realized were traumatic, horrible, or life-altering. People listed all the things that happened to them as kids, which they didn’t have the tools or experience to process at the time. Be warned, some of these stories get pretty dark. Be sure to upvote the most interesting and comment your own thoughts and experiences below.
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#1
When I was a toddler, we lived in rural Texas. My mom put me down for a nap in my crib one afternoon, and went to take a nap herself. Apparently she told my older brothers to keep an eye on me, and since they thought I was asleep in my crib they all put a movie on in the living room. I couldn’t sleep, and somehow got the idea in my head that I wanted to go get the mail. I walked past my brothers watching their movie and right out the front door, and then walked about a hundred yards down our gravel driveway to our mailbox on the edge of a county road. Just about everyone had outdoor dogs in the area, and let them roam freely. Some were friendly, and many were not. There was a particularly giant Weimaraner named Buckwheat that belonged to a neighbor who met me about halfway down my driveway to walk with me. Apparently when I got to the county road where our mailbox was, he got on the “street” side of me and stood and blocked me to the curb as several cars/farm trucks whizzed past. A man returning from work saw me out there by myself with a huge dog and pulled over. He said when he got close, the dog got defensive and started pushing me away from the road again as his car approached. The man pulled up and asked me where I lived, and offered to give me a ride home. I didn’t know not to get in the car with strangers but thankfully in this case it was a good guy. He knocked on the door of my house and woke my mom up from her nap. Told her that he had found me barefoot in the road, where I had a dog guardian angel that was actively protecting me from traffic, and it was thanks to that dog that I was still alive. Here’s to you, Buckwheat.
The Dog Lover (She/her) 1 year ago
Aww! Dogs are the most loyal friends. I'm so glad that you were ok.
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#2
Our babysitter died while she was watching us when my twin and I were 3. We had no concept of death, and tried to wake her up.
She had spilled water when she fell, and I still remember getting a dish towel to wipe it up, thinking she would be proud of how responsible I was being.
I remember going to get our little toy pots and pans to bang together to make noise to wake her up, we had no idea what a heart attack was.
#3
I was 4 years old and my nighttime routine was always telling my mom and dad how much I loved them. One night, I couldn't find my mom to tell her goodnight. I searched everywhere in the house, backyard, etc. Finally, 4-year-old me goes out the front door, looks around, and sees a person standing in the middle of a crowded street with cars zooming by and swerving around them. I started walking down the sidewalk to get a better look because I thought it was the weirdest thing. Turns out it was my mom, but what was weird was that she wasn't answering to my calls. I started getting really scared because my mom was blind (and had only gone blind in the past several months). I ran back to the house and got dad because I was too afraid to go in the street to get her. Wasn't until many years later that I realized I had witnessed my mom attempting s****ide via getting hit by a car. She was severely depressed due to having gone blind at the age of 34 with two small kids. Makes me sad to think about it sometimes. She's better now, but still unfortunately blind.
Psychologists differentiate childhood trauma from other traumatic experiences because of its unique effect on a not-fully developed brain. Kids often can’t exactly understand and process certain experiences, particularly as they do not have a good frame of reference for what things “should” look like. As many of these stories demonstrate, people only fully understood what happened to them much later.
Even if they couldn't quite understand why they felt a certain way, trauma can still leave a lasting impact not just on a kid's psyche, but their physiology as well. They must suffer from issues in their nervous system, a weakened immune system and are at a higher risk of developing depression later in life.
#4
Adopted, stepdad punished me by forcing me to watch them shoot my dog. I was told he was going to do it about 10 hours beforehand and he made me dig a hole out in our pasture. Evening comes and he drags her out there, absolutely oblivious as to what is going to happen. He threatened to shoot me when I refused to go out there with him, so what could I do? I tried looking away but he told me I'd have to watch or I'd get it too. So he held his rifle up to her head and pulled the trigger once, then a second time after she hit the ground. I then spent the next hour pulling her body into the hole I had dug and buried her. She was a great Dane, just over a year old. I was 11. My parents got the dog but then passed the responsibility of her onto me because they were "too busy" to take care of her. I'm 17 now but that s**t still f***s me up. I got outta there a few years ago and was shocked that nobody else could relate to what I went through. Edit: This all occurred about 6 years ago. I appreciate the kind comments I have received. I always thought it was my fault and that I should have done differently. I do not live with them, or near them, anymore. I live with my grandparents who are disgusted by how I was treated.
#5
What my mum meant when she planned to drive us to heaven. She was talking about wanting to drive us into a lake.
#6
Having a 'cluttered house' and needing to spend a few hours carrying everything from the living room into my bedroom to make the living room appropriate for guests. I would sob and beg for it not to go into my room because I knew it would never leave, and the living room would get filled again with TJmaxx bags and garbage we don't need. Turned out a hoarded house isn't normal and it made me a pretty awful roommate to my friends in my teen years.
Jill Rhodry 1 year ago
That's hard but it means your parent/s had undiagnosed mental health issues which is really sad for them and your childhood.
Everything from anxiety to anger management issues can be traced back to a person’s childhood, but the sad part is that without some proper introspection, one might never really know its origins. While it might seem a sort of silver lining, that kids don’t actually understand everything they see around them, psychologist Bessel van der Kolk, in a book with the same title, argues that “the body keeps the score,” and that we can’t just escape bad experiences.
#7
The teacher not letting me use the toilets in elementary school and peeing my pants under the desk, than getting yelled at by same teacher
I'M A SHOUTY MAN (they/he/she) 1 year ago
I hate it when this happens - they have no idea what's going on - maybe I need to pee, poo, change a pad, wash my hands, or just get out of that situation so I don't have a meltdown or get overstimulated. You don't know, and that's the problem.
#8
My father urinated on my head once. I was outside and he was on the porch 2 stories up. It was dismissed as "he thought it was my mother." Like that would have somehow made it okay.
#9
Both of my parents were too burned out from their own childhood trauma to be functional and loving parents. For the most part they did their best to provide for me and my siblings..... But there is no love in my development. I am incapable of forming meaningful human attachments.
Edit. Thanks for all the interest everybody. It helps to know we're not alone in this. You've given me some great suggestions and stoked my interest in continuing therapy. Let's all be part of the solution and love our children the way we should have been. Good luck my friends!!!!!
While some of the examples might be a bit comical, like the child of a hoarder continuing the same in a college dorm, most are tragic. Not knowing that alcoholism or random violence isn’t actually normal comes with all the negative effects one can think of. Old-fashioned wisdom would argue that it “toughens” kids up, but without being able to understand why something is happening, a child won’t really learn from it. A first grader isn’t “toughened” by sitting in a college algebra class, for example.
#10
My mom would frequently have backyard "camping adventure nights" or "spooky nights" where we would tell scary stories in the dark. I realize now that this was because we were so in debt that not having electricity was a frequent occurrence.
#11
It wasn't so much horrible but reality of growing up without much money. In elementary school I was breezing straight A's high honor roll. Would get rewarded with a toy for my report cards. I didn't want flashy toys like video game systems or ask for a new video game. Back then it was like a $5 wrestling action figure.
In middle school my attention focused on girls lol. So I went from toys to wanting to wear nice new clothes (always wore hand me downs and never cared much but in middle school years you I guess want to establish your own style identity). My dad was only income in household. Worked his plant job and was supporting a 7 person household as mom was just a housewife. He wasn't a big money engineer or anything just one of the worker bees.
Well 11 year old me got straight A's and instead of going to the mall as a reward or a new toy, I told my mom I wanted new clothes. New name brand Clothes were obviously way more expensive. My mom told me we would try next report card to get new clothes. Well obviously 11 year old me was not thrilled about that. So I guess I stupidly said "if you guys don't buy me new clothes I won't make straight a's anymore". My dad was in the kitchen eating an early dinner after he got off a long shift. Didn't say anything. The next day after school I got home. My dad came home from work usually aj hour later. He switched his work clothes to put on his casual clothes and I said where are you going he said get dressed were gonna go to Belk to buy you an outfit. They put it on the credit card even though we probably coudlnt afford it. When I got home later that night my sister a few years older than me (whom I shared a room with) kinda chewed me out and lectured me on how I threatened my parents to not doing my job in school if I didn't get clothes, when our family was already struggling for money.
That little life lesson really made 11 y.o. me sit back and think about what I said. Made me think about all the times my dad came home looking tired but never complained and just kept going to work the next day. And literally from that point on I never asked for any reward, any compensation or allowance for anything. Never told my sister how thankful that lesson in humility was for me. I will one day. Helped me appreciate the smaller things and what we already have. Less materialistic and more experiences.
#12
My half sister tried to drown me twice when I was little. It took me into my late teens to trust women again and still have a phobia of water deeper then 2ft. No, my parents didnt try to help. She waited till those little lapses of being watched.
There are a few, rare cases where these kinds of experiences actually do build what psychologists call resilience. Kids who grow up in wealthier families and undergo childhood trauma tend to develop more resilience than their less well-off peers, however, this only applies if this wealth is actually spent on them.
#13
I was brought up in a cult
ThatCapybara 1 year ago
Damn I am SO sorry, hope you are out of that terrible situation now :)
#14
My mom used to whoop my a*s really bad whenever i did the slightest thing wrong. I was genuinely afraid of doing literally anything.
As a kid i didn't like taking baths because my mom wouldn't stop telling me everytime that i stank and that i was a pig, that i was reeking of c**t and that i was completely gross and unhygienic, and also because the shower was too loud for me. I thought i would drown: the sound was too overwhelming in my ears when i had to wash my hair, so i was crying really bad, telling my mom that she was going to drown me. She slapped my mouth so i could shut up and stop moving, but she slapped me so hard that my mouth was bleeding. I couldn't do anything more besides bowing down my head, crying in silence as i was internally panicking because of the sound of water, while seeing my blood flowing through the shower drain.
It was so normal for me to be beaten up and also the typical "wait till we get home and you'll see" and getting beat the s**t out of me for talking when i shouldn't, that it was really weird for me when i'd go to friend's houses and seeing their moms talking to them with respect and not slapping them.
"Huh? Her mom doesn't... slap her or scream at her? Why? Is it because i'm here? My mom also slaps me in secret so if If i'm not here she will definitely slap her, yeah"
My father was more gentle but they were divorced and would visit us once every couple of weeks. I would call him and he was soo gentle and caring at washing my hair, like he was afraid of hurting me if he used more force, on contrary of my mom.
#15
An assistant football coach used to bully me a lot during practice (6th grade). One day, I looked right at him and told him to "shut up." He was so offended that a child said that to him that he just decked me, full force. I lost consciousness and came-to on my back staring up at the sun. I never told anyone about it and now, in my 30s, I replay this event very frequently...it causes me great anxiety.
This is all to say that it’s best to first understand what actually happened and then think about how it affected one’s development and adulthood before passing judgments on whether something was good or bad. Just like weight training, smaller, controlled doses of “reality” can help a child mature, but it’s vital to remember that a kid isn't some project but a human being who needs a childhood to become a functional adult.
#16
My mom once highlighted my report card and wrote "this is what failure looks like" and put it on the fridge because I got a C
#17
My mother has borderline personality. Everything was horrible. As a kid, you think it’s totally normal. When you reflect on your childhood as an adult, you realize it was child a**se.
#18
In 4th grade a bunch of 6th graders, after torturing it, threw a cat from high up and it landed right in front of me and died. I was never quite the same since then and it took until early adulthood to realize certain aspects about myself are because of that event.
#19
When I was 7 years old I was outside playing with my friends. An older boy who was a bully in the neighborhood walked by and started saying racist things to them. The boy and I are white and my friends are black. I didn’t understand what he was saying was racist and to be honest at the time I didn’t even fully understand the concept of race. I didn’t think of my friends as any different from me. I did know that he was making them upset so I told him to leave them alone. He called me a “wannabe” and a “n***** lover” I had never heard the n word before but I knew I was being insulted. There happened to be a big stick lying next to me on the ground so I picked it up and whacked him across the face with it. He started crying and ran to his house. I went back to playing with my friends like it was nothing.
About 20 minutes later the boys came back with his uncle. The uncle called me over and told me I needed to be put in my place. He then made me stand there while the boy slapped me across my face. He told him to do it harder again and again. The uncle was really angry that I wasn’t crying. I really wanted to, because it did hurt but was always told to never cry in front of the person who made you cry. Anyway, I’m not sure how long this went on for. At some point the boy started asking his uncle if he could stop. The uncle said fine and told me that if I had more white friends I would become a nicer girl that knew how to act.
I never told anyone and kind of felt like maybe I deserved it for hitting the boy with a stick. And it wasn’t until I was much older that I understood everything that happened.
Couragetcd 1 year ago
Wow. No, a kid does not deserve to be told by an adult to stand still and let another kid hit them again and again. I'm glad that OP didn't understand about racism at a young age, if only all kids could grow up without hearing hate and stupidity spewed out of the mouths of the adults around them.
#20
Getting almost no guidance. It felt like freedom when I was a kid, but once I left home I realized it left me very unprepared to face the real world.
RabidChild 1 year ago
Yep. I pretty much raised myself and learned life basics after my parents threw me out at 18. They tossed me out with only my clothes. Fortunately I had a friend that took me in & gave me guidance, showed me how to open a bank account and all those fun things.
#21
I was having really bad depression and s****dal ideation at the age of eleven. my parents took me to see a child psychologist and they sat in the first session. I guess they didn’t like what I had to say cause my dad yelled at me on the way home and threatened to flip over the car since I wanted to die so bad. he kept saying things like “you ungrateful child” and “you made us seem like bad parents” and “why don’t I flip over the car since you’re bored and making things up” and the whole time my mom was looking back at me and laughing, as she thought of it as a joke. 24 now, and due to the economy being so bad, still staying at home. but once I move out, I’ll never speak to them again, as the problems just got worse after that. why would they say that to their eleven yeaeleven-year-oldr old?
Couragetcd 1 year ago
Why the heck were your parents in the first session?!? And with them there, why would the therapist ask anything other than introductory?
#22
It took me almost 25 years to realise that alcoholic parents aren't normal and other people have it different.
Couragetcd 1 year ago
Even being a parent now who doesn't drink, I can't imagine growing up without parental alcoholism in my life. Probably because I was still the caretaker then, too.
#23
Bullied in elementary school for being Jewish. Pennies thrown at me and epithets as well. Now, I don't take the slightest "attack" of any sort. I am intolerant of any sort of disparagement of anyone and will react forcefully when I encounter it.
#24
Not to me, but there was a family of kids that were being severely a**sed by their mother and nobody did anything. As children we obviously saw adults do nothing and thought it wasn't serious. One of them ended up drinking caustic soda when he was 12 in an attempt to kill himself. Looking back I see that nobody protected those kids. Every adult failed them.
#25
I was in summer camp and had made friends with the weird girl there. We were probably both around 7 or 8, both awkward kids who weren't good at making friends but we got along with each other. She had a very perverted sense of humor and was constantly talking about everyone's genitals. Didn't think much of it at the time.
Once she was sitting in a chair at a table and I snuck up behind her as a joke and grabbed the back of her chair and shook it to startle her. She was laughing and yelled at me to stop it. So I stopped it. She asked why I stopped. I told her she'd just asked me to stop so I did. She said that her dad told her that if a girl says stop it means do it harder. She wanted me to shake it harder. So I did.
Now that's a memory that got lost in my brain for years collecting dust, but thinking back on summer camp one day and remembering that made me think wait... what the F**K? I mean I hope my assumptions are wrong, but it really seems obvious what was happening to her at home. How did an adult there never notice all the signs?
Weasel Wise 1 year ago (edited)
Your assumptions weren't wrong, unfortunately. This makes me nauseous.
That Goth Demon (zey/zem) 1 year ago (edited)
There was probably some sexual abuse behind that statement. I hope that girl doesn't have to deal with her dad anymore
Becky Moore 1 year ago
I was diagnosed with BPD many many years ago and went to a therapeutic community for personality disorders. I didn't know how common rape and child abuse was until I went there. There were 28 of us in the community and I'd say only about 5 that hadn't been abused :(
Steffi Rose 1 year ago
I’m bpd too. Childhood trauma is hell well after childhood
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Melissa Powell 1 year ago
Because it was one of the adults in her home that were doing this to her.
Haywood Jablome 1 year ago
This merits investigation. Maybe mom & dad didn't lock the door one night and they had to hastily make an excuse to explain their fetishes to a child. I admit, it was a messy explanation
#26
In Elementary school, I won 1st place in a Halloween costume contest. Finally, all those kids who teased me for looking like a girl would see that I was awesome! My parents helped me make my Cat in the Hat costume for like a week. Just recently saw pictures - wicked cute.
School principal called me up on stage and announced, as the first place winner, I got to choose any of the prizes from the girls' table. I had won best costume for the girls as a 7 year-old boy who was already teased for being girly. From this day forward, teasing turned to beatings.
The moment of looking out at all of the whole school, as well as the parents (mine, too), and more and thinking "see, I'm a winner!" as they all laughed at my confusion has caused damage I'm still undoing 40 years later.
EDIT: thank you everyone... I expected you to make fun of me (even now). Thank you for your kindness.
#28
My mom barely fed us when my dad was out of town. She only let me shower once every two weeks. She would tear my clothes off and lock me outside. She would randomly pull over, drag me out of the car by my hair and leave me to walk home, even if it was miles away and no safe way to get there. She would pull my hair until I fell on the ground and then kick me in my back until I wet my pants, when I was a teenager. I never had enough clothes and getting underwear and a bra was always difficult. I thought I was a bad kid and deserved everything she did, until I grew up and my dad got early onset Alzheimer's. I saw her do all the same awful things to him and I couldn't stop it. I reported her to adult protective services several times and asked her neighbors to report anything they saw as well. She cried and told APS her kids refused to help and she was overwhelmed, so they got free respite care several days a week. She would make the caregiver scrub the floor on her hands and knees instead of helping my dad. Finally dad fell down and hit his head, in the exact spot in the house where she always used to knock me down, and had to go to a certain hospital because it was the only level one trauma center in the area. I went in the middle of the night and told the ICU nurses about the a**se and neglect. I told the social worker at the hospital how my mom liked to withhold necessities because she liked seeing people "offer up their suffering to the lord." The hospital refused to discharge him back to his house, and he spent the rest of his life in various facilities. My mom had a pattern of getting kicked out of the facility and then moving him to a different one, where she would bully the staff and interfere with my dad's meds and feeding tube until they figured her out and kicked her out. After my dad died, she tried to find another old person to care for, even offering to be a free caregiver. She wants to move my sibling into her house, because my sibling is severely disabled after several strokes. She insists she can get sibling walking again, if sibling can't get any food unless they walk to the kitchen.
#29
I lived in the countryside in a farming town. Alongside the road my family lived on was a small concrete ditch. It was visible for about half the road and then went underground the rest of the road until it flowed out into a large canal at the end.
I was a really thin and small kid. When I was about 9 or so my sister and I and some of her friends were playing in the small ditch to cool off. My sister thought it would be interesting to see if I could fit into the pipe that led underground. So my 12 year old sister and her friends held me by my arms and lowered me into the pipe until my hips were in. I could feel the rushing water pulling me in. I yelled at them to bring me back out. They did and then we left.
I didn’t tell anyone about it for years and when I finally did they looked horrified. So yeah if my sister had lost her grip, I would have gone underground and likely gotten stuck and drowned.
#30
Raised by single mom. She emotionally dumped all her problems on me starting as far back as I can remember (5? 6? Years old). Def screwed me up as an adult.
Couragetcd 1 year ago
And then toward the end cry and apologize about doing so, making you feel like you had to tell her it was ok even though you both knew it wasn't, but she would still do it again soon.
#31
Starting to eat LSD at 13 at the encouragement from my father because “it was cool and made everything look like cartoons.” In retrospect, its mind boggling and so absurd to convince a child to do that insane of a drug. I’m grateful for my experiences and I think I have some unique perspectives thanks to the copious amounts of hallucinogens I ate 13-16, but I would absolutely never in a million years encourage my 2 children to do that. It hurts my heart.
Montanavanna 1 year ago
My father gave my 14 year old brother meth. Would take us on drug runs with him. I could get time added to my curfew if I brought him weed. Parents, if your thinking it is a good idea to expose your children to drugs, don't. It contributed to my own substance abuse issues.
#32
I lost my sister to brain cancer at 7 years old. Parents shut down after and never were able to go back to healthy people.
Lot more to the story than that, but this situation being the majority of my childhood. I didn’t realize how f*****g awful it all was until I was an adult and out of the house.
Kinda like a frog in boiling water, I had no idea how rough my situation was.
Couragetcd 1 year ago
Obviously the parents wouldn't even think of individual and family therapy to help everyone cope with their grieving process and life after loss.
#33
Mom took me along when she was buying drugs. Took me 30 years to realize waiting at a gas station at 6 am on a Saturday wasn’t a thing, and neither was driving WAY into the ghetto and having her friend drive around the block with us. Turns out not everyone sleeps on their laundry and goes right to bed when they get home EVERY DAY either.
Sathe Wesker 1 year ago
I hope she got the help she needed… addiction is a real issue and people who want it, deserve the help.
#34
Living in an environment with addicts. Having your head on a swivel and things going from zero to 100 in .5 seconds is not normal. As a teenager I turned to alcohol to cope and that was the only tool in my toolbox for most of my adulthood - did not realize the severity of how bad I had got until I was in my 30's.
TheReader19 1 year ago
My father was an alcohol, the humiliation is real. The affects of having toxic parents can mess you up for eternity. We need to stop encouraging children especially daughters to believe its their job to stick by and look after parents. Just because someone created you doesn't mean you owe them your life; especially when they've taken your youth.
#35
How much my mother used to F me up, physically and verbally. She can't physically anymore today, but boy oh boy does she still have that sword of a tongue... And will never, ever, ever admit to it. Ever. Crazy.
What do you think ?
DB 1 year ago
Mine has to be the time I called the police because my mother was beating my brother. She was sitting on the edge of her bed with him kneeling in front of her. She was holding a high-heeled shoe (by the heel part) and whenever he gave her an answer she didn't like concerning whatever it was she was asking him she would smack him in the head with the shoe. When the cop arrived both my mother and my brother denied everything although it was clear from the red marks on my brother's face that she was lying. After the cop left she beat the hell out of me. From that day on I just took the abuse because it was obvious no authority figure was ever going to believe me. My brother changed after that. He grew darker and angrier. Got in a lot of trouble. Quit school. Eventually went to prison twice and was dishonorably discharged from the Army and is a registered sex offender. I often wonder if his life, and mine, would have turned out differently had that cop actually believed me.
Stardust she/her 1 year ago
I used to be beaten up a lot after we moved to India and my dad used to beat me until last year. I remember once I was dangled off a 4 storey balcony and once my dad lifted me by the neck to the ceiling
Tamra 1 year ago
Star...you said "until last year"...does that mean he's stopped? Is there any safe adult you can turn to? Anyone at all? This breaks my heart.
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Carlos Moreno 1 year ago
I don't speak to my parents anymore, they don't understand why. Here is why: they used to beat me up with thr belt buckle, my dad used to arrive drunk every Wednesday and make my brother and I fight until one of us bled, they used to tie us together on the balcony if we misbehaved, they once put In a chicken cage as a punishment for hours because I was chasing chickens at age 6. Used to go to restaurants and whenever they paid, they made me use the restroom before we left, and twice they left me in the restaurant and went home as a practical joke, so had to walk couple of miles home (it doesn't sound as bad, but I was around 7 or 8 and I lived in Caracas, one of the most dangerous cities of the world).
Becky Moore 1 year ago
It does sound bad! Even if someone did that to me as an adult I would be traumatized!
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Kate Fowler 1 year ago
To Everyone who contributed here..I'm not sure what to say coherently.. thank you for sharing.
XenoMurph 1 year ago
You have empathy, and reading them won;t help the victim, so why put yourself through the trauma? But we can help people around us who are going through it now. Which is where your empathy probably comes in handy.
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Montanavanna 1 year ago
My brother was 5 and I was 3 when we snuck out of bed after our parents left us with a sitter. He had to show me something. Pulls a gun from under parent's mattress. Loaded, safety off. He says it is his toy gun that was taken away. I said nope, that looks nothing like it. He then lifts it up and point in my direction then..BAM! lucky for me a 5 year old is a s**t shot..
A Dorkable 1 year ago
All I can say is these stories are the number one reason abortion should be legal, affordable and accessible.
R Dennis 1 year ago
I couldn't get past the first two... I try not to share my trauma too much, maybe on the surface but never the depths of it. Reading these feels like being a trauma tourist and I just can't... I have my own trauma carnival to manage... hopefully sharing it brings them some relief though.
Lauren Wilder 1 year ago (edited)
This post was heavy. But if these are your truths, let it be. Talk to a professional. Be free of the past. I hope you live a happy life.
Somebodys grandmother 1 year ago
This post ìs horrible... why make such a post???? These things are not entertainment! These people needs help!
Dee 1 year ago
There is value in things other than entertainment. Yes these people need help and sharing their story may have some therapeutic value?
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Jerusalem Cat Syndrome 1 year ago
I am never sure if I am supposed to upvote these kinds of posts.
DB 1 year ago
Mine has to be the time I called the police because my mother was beating my brother. She was sitting on the edge of her bed with him kneeling in front of her. She was holding a high-heeled shoe (by the heel part) and whenever he gave her an answer she didn't like concerning whatever it was she was asking him she would smack him in the head with the shoe. When the cop arrived both my mother and my brother denied everything although it was clear from the red marks on my brother's face that she was lying. After the cop left she beat the hell out of me. From that day on I just took the abuse because it was obvious no authority figure was ever going to believe me. My brother changed after that. He grew darker and angrier. Got in a lot of trouble. Quit school. Eventually went to prison twice and was dishonorably discharged from the Army and is a registered sex offender. I often wonder if his life, and mine, would have turned out differently had that cop actually believed me.
Stardust she/her 1 year ago
I used to be beaten up a lot after we moved to India and my dad used to beat me until last year. I remember once I was dangled off a 4 storey balcony and once my dad lifted me by the neck to the ceiling
Tamra 1 year ago
Star...you said "until last year"...does that mean he's stopped? Is there any safe adult you can turn to? Anyone at all? This breaks my heart.
Load More Replies... Carlos Moreno 1 year ago
I don't speak to my parents anymore, they don't understand why. Here is why: they used to beat me up with thr belt buckle, my dad used to arrive drunk every Wednesday and make my brother and I fight until one of us bled, they used to tie us together on the balcony if we misbehaved, they once put In a chicken cage as a punishment for hours because I was chasing chickens at age 6. Used to go to restaurants and whenever they paid, they made me use the restroom before we left, and twice they left me in the restaurant and went home as a practical joke, so had to walk couple of miles home (it doesn't sound as bad, but I was around 7 or 8 and I lived in Caracas, one of the most dangerous cities of the world).
Becky Moore 1 year ago
It does sound bad! Even if someone did that to me as an adult I would be traumatized!
Load More Replies... Kate Fowler 1 year ago
To Everyone who contributed here..I'm not sure what to say coherently.. thank you for sharing.
XenoMurph 1 year ago
You have empathy, and reading them won;t help the victim, so why put yourself through the trauma? But we can help people around us who are going through it now. Which is where your empathy probably comes in handy.
Load More Replies... Montanavanna 1 year ago
My brother was 5 and I was 3 when we snuck out of bed after our parents left us with a sitter. He had to show me something. Pulls a gun from under parent's mattress. Loaded, safety off. He says it is his toy gun that was taken away. I said nope, that looks nothing like it. He then lifts it up and point in my direction then..BAM! lucky for me a 5 year old is a s**t shot..
A Dorkable 1 year ago
All I can say is these stories are the number one reason abortion should be legal, affordable and accessible.
R Dennis 1 year ago
I couldn't get past the first two... I try not to share my trauma too much, maybe on the surface but never the depths of it. Reading these feels like being a trauma tourist and I just can't... I have my own trauma carnival to manage... hopefully sharing it brings them some relief though.
Lauren Wilder 1 year ago (edited)
This post was heavy. But if these are your truths, let it be. Talk to a professional. Be free of the past. I hope you live a happy life.
Somebodys grandmother 1 year ago
This post ìs horrible... why make such a post???? These things are not entertainment! These people needs help!
Dee 1 year ago
There is value in things other than entertainment. Yes these people need help and sharing their story may have some therapeutic value?
Load More Replies... Jerusalem Cat Syndrome 1 year ago
I am never sure if I am supposed to upvote these kinds of posts.
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