“What’s Something That’s Happened To You That Sounds Fake But Unfortunately Isn’t?” (50 Answers)
Despite the old saying that sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction, we tend to disbelieve movie-like stories that people share from their own lives. These things just don’t happen to the average person, we reason, even though it does have to happen to someone.
So one netizen asked the internet to tell their stories of experiences that don’t sound real but actually did happen to them. From impossible coincidences to perfect tragedies, people shared their tales. So get comfortable as you scroll through and be sure to upvote your favorites and comment your own experiences below.
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My grandmother prevented the neighbor boy from kidnapping our next door neighbor.
Our house was the bus stop. I woke up sick that morning and didn’t go to school. Grandma was the neighborhood grandma and kept an eye on the kids that were at the stop every morning. She was watching the girl at the corner (she was the only one riding that morning), looked back and she was gone. He was dragging her accross our backyard with a knife to her throat. My grandma ran at him screaming and throwing rocks at him while i called the cops. She won citizen of the year in our city.
Not me but my uncle. He was in Jamaica when his wife who was doing fitness classes, died due to a perforated bowel from a meal at the resort and the authorities drove him to an ATM and told him he's going to be suspect #1 if he doesn't pay them and he'll never have his wife repatriated to the US.
He complied and they took him back to the resort, unbeknownst to him, T-Pain was also there and caught wind of the situation and worked magic with his connections to keep my uncle safe and bring my aunt home for a funeral, as well as providing his bodyguard protection to my uncle.
To this day, almost two decades later, they will video chat on holidays like Easter to talk and in my view that man is a saint to our family. Anytime he's in town they'll meet backstage before one of his concerts and they'll have a big hug. One time he met his family. I will never forget the kindness this man has shown over DECADES, it's insane
Edit: sharing a pic of T-Pain hugging my uncle [https://i.imgur.com/4wFcqda.jpg](https://i.imgur.com/4wFcqda.jpg)
Edit2: Yes, that is my Uncle. And I want to call out that in 2007, T-Pain was **23 years old** when he did this selfless act. In my opinion that just amplifies the character he holds himself to that you see in his actions throughout his entire life. What an awesome man.
I was visiting London with my grandpa and we were riding in a small public bus. And on this bus there happened to be a dwarf. A young schoolgirl (probably because her mother told her to) approached her and offered up her seat to the woman but she rudely yelled " What, because I'm a dwarf!? I've been a dwarf my whole and I've managed just fine without any help!" And the poor girl sat down all red in the face.
But awhile later at another stop a woman stood up and before exiting, she tapped the dwarf on the shoulder and said " I'll be getting off now. My seats empty if you'd like to take it."
But just as she started to carry on the woman cut her off and yelled "No! Not because you're a dwarf! Because you're a human being deserving of respect! And I must say you were very rude to that poor girl when she was just trying to be nice! And I hope that when you're getting ready for bed tonight, Snow White kicks in your door and kicks your f*****g a*s!" Then she got off leaving the dwarf standing there wide eyed and slack jawed while the rest of us were sat there just looking at one another.
In 2012 I lifeguarded at a beach in Delaware. I was talking with a lady who was drinking a glass of wine on the beach. While telling her she was not allowed to do that, Dave Grohl walked behind me. I was/am a massive fan and knew he would vacation at this beach, but never assumed I would run into him. In the moment of being absolutely star struck the lady goes “oh you’re a fan of Dave I see?” Barely able to talk I said “yes, he is a reason I got into drumming.” She then said “oh he’s my son, you should go say hi!”
I let her drink the wine and I was able to talk to my music idol for a solid 20 minutes. One of the best days of my life.
Why aren't people allowed to drink a glass of wine peacefully on the beach?
I was dragged out of a tent in my sleep by a pack of dingos on Fraser Island in Australia.
I woke up to a weird feeling at my feet and saw that they were chewing on my toes through the sleeping bag. One of them was standing on my hips/stomach, staring me in the face. Now, I'm not a fighter, but I hit him such a punch on the side of the head....like, a perfect right cross to his cute lil face. He went flying sideways which spooked all the others (about 4 or 5 of them) and, with a few kicks from my bagged up legs, they scuttled away. I went back into the tent to find my then gf still asleep and snoring away.
The next morning, I went over to our tour guide fella, massive Aussie dude named Tony, and told him what happened, and he asked "Didja see which one it was?"
And funnily enough I did. He had a yellow and blue tag in his ear (they're all tagged on the island) and I remembered because they're the Wicklow colours, where I'm from. And Tony just said
"Aw yeah, that c**t"
I ended up punching quite a bit of wildlife in my year there, but Australia definitely started it
And people doubted Lindy Chamberlain. The dingos at Uluru were also known to be aggressive to kids but noone listened to the local indigenous community then.
Had routine stomach surgery in 2015 - thankfully ended up being keyhole, so minimal scarring/drama and the view that I’d be home in 1-2 days max.
2 days later still in hospital, I wasn’t well. Tachycardia, temperature, swelling etc. but got up that morning, had a shower and got dressed as the nurses said it was normal after some surgery to be a little off. Mam had tried telling them (she’s a RN and midwife) that she thought I may have an infection. She was accused of being neurotic.
Later that day, started to drift in and out of consciousness whilst they eventually did an emergency CT Scan.
Turns out the surgeon had nicked my bowel, I had a 2cm rip in it and was dying from sepsis.
Parents were told to say goodbye to me as staff physically ran me through the hospital in my bed and straight back into theatre (I’m talking medical drama style). Nurse had hold of my hand and ran next to the bed, telling me she’d better see me at the other side.
They had to fully open me up.
Ended up with a 8 inch scar down my stomach, a 3litre wash out, 40 staples, a drain and 2.5weeks in hospital whilst I fought against septic shock and my organs shutting down.
Morphine pump, blood transfusions, antibiotics out the wazoo……..
Told me that as I already had PCOS and now I have huge internal scarring, that the predicted infertility was pretty much a 99% certainty now and if by some miracle I fell pregnant, I’d lose the baby/be unable to carry to term.
Aside from some scarring on my bowel which can be painful occasionally and the scar down my stomach, I’m tip top now!
And I conceived twin girls naturally 4 years later 😊♥️♥️
Survived sepsis, had children and I’m now happier than ever 👏🏻
I lived in a small quiet town and my house was in a cul-de-sac so all the neighbors knew each other and we all got along well.
One night when I was about 12 years old, I was babysitting my baby brothers (twins). It was bedtime so we were laying in my mom’s bed watching a movie to wind down. Suddenly they both start whining that they want chocolate milk. I was super annoyed because I just wanted them to go to sleep so I could be off the clock, so to speak.
Just as we walked through the doorway and out of the bedroom, I heard what sounded like firecrackers going off in the bedroom we just left. I peeked my head back in the doorway and heard a couple more. It sounded like it was coming from the closet which was about a foot away from me at this point. I called my mom and told her what happened and that I was scared. We didn’t go back in the room until she got home.
Once she was home, we discovered several bullet holes throughout the bedroom- in the walls, in the closet door, and one in the corner of the tv- so we called the cops. They figured out that our neighbor had been doing some target practice in his garage (and drinking) and his garage wall faced our house. So the bullets entered my mom’s bedroom through the wall, just a few inches above her bed, which had no headboard. Right where our heads had been while we were lying there watching the movie.
If those little buttheads hadn’t bothered me for chocolate milk at that exact moment, things could have been very different.
I broke my humerus while sitting stock still at my computer desk. Bone cancer had eaten through it and it chose that moment to just snap in half. 0/10 do not recommend
Edit: just to answer some questions— I did not realize I had cancer at the time! This was how I found out. I had my elbow resting on the arm rest, so I imagine the pressure was what finally did it in. I am okay now, almost 10 years in remission!
I was riding my bike around my apartment building as a kid. Ran into some bullies from school.
Now as a kid I had a problem with shutting up, I had no idea how, so I pissed them off.
So I was riding my bike as fast as possible to get away from them (They were also on bikes) when I got something on the ground and went flying.
A few things to note
1) I was a tiny little girl like 70 pounds tops.
2) I was poor, so my bike was used, a bit rusty and most importantly, missing handle bar grips
3) the combination of speed, my weight, and whatever I hit, launched me more up than forward.
So I hit something, the bike fell on its side, and then I fell on the bike.
Felt like it knocked the wind out of me and I knew it had to be bad because one of the bullied pedaled away as fast as possible, the other one helped me home and saying that this doesn't make us friends on the way. Left our bikes where they were. I didn't care, my mid section hurt where I landed.
Got home and my mom turned to greet me and practically screamed that I was bleeding.
I looked down and realized that I was bleeding a lot from my stomach and fainted.
I woke up at the hospital later to find out that I had landed on to a bike handle which has impaled me through my mid section about halfway through me
Missed my organs just barely and left me with a neat scar and a story no one believes until they see the scar.
3.5 years ago, I had 3 guys try to rob me. I was very fit then and had trained in jiu jitsu and muay thai. In the end, I put two of them in the hospital and all three were arrested. I walked away with really bad bruises and cuts, a concussion, and possible broken ribs. During the fight I got hit with a crow bar. Well, when I went to have my ribs scanned, they ended up finding cancer. Stage 4 of an extremely rare cancer that only about 80 people have. I never had any symptoms and my blood work was excellent. Doctors said I had about 1.5 years to live but I'm still going!
Well done you, though I'm so sorry about that diagnosis. Stay strong, sending you much love. Cancer is a beeach. XX
My childhood best friend's mom passed away by drowning. My best friend then died a couple of months later by being hit by an 18 wheeler on the side of the road, her father then died a few months later from throat cancer. Lost my entire second family in under a year due to unrelated incidents. It's been 7 years and I'm still not over it.
I'm very sorry for you've been, and are still going through.
In 1986 my parents planned a trip to Disney in FL, a random man tried to kidnap my half brother by snatching him and running. He was tackled, my brother was safely returned to us and nothing happened to the guy as he disappeared into the crowd. Fast forward to 1989, in Ohio at a pop up circus in a field, I was given change to go get a popcorn. A man dressed as a clown approached me and after several long minutes of small talk grabbed me. Bystanders saw the ordeal and a random man with exquisite side burns chased down this man who had thrown me into his pickup truck and gunned it. Mr sideburns and another man were able to pull him from the vehicle and stop the truck as it rolled into a parking lot and hit several parked vehicles. I was fine other than some forehead scrapes from hitting the dash. The clown was not a circus performer or associated with the circus. He was an opportunistic predator.
I can’t even say either of these events were the worst part of my childhood. Also, f**k clowns.
As a child I wasn't afraid of clowns as such but could never understand the appeal. Now the older I get the more I have developed a dislike of them..
i use to be afraid of them (a ton of killer clowns were around my area when i was 8) but now i really like them but that's probably because i love icp !
Load More Replies...Yeah, I don't buy it. Cool story, but I doubt it really happened.
Load More Replies...There were four of us that hung out together. We grew up & parted. One of the group died years ago in his 20s. His mother had told people it was an unknown medical issue. Then 2 years ago I go to an estate sale at the one guy's parent's homes. My one buddy is seeing the stuff & our other surviving buddy comes to shop too. We got to talking. Our late friend had killed himself. Not only was he molested by our scout master but the priest from our church too. Why, why was he singled out? We all had those baby faces & would have been prime targets. This guy had no father. The three of us had mean, alcoholic fathers who were all combat vets. They had reputations for taking matters into their own hands. It would never be a police matter. The perverts would have suffered greatly & disappeared.
Years ago, I broke my right foot. After 6 weeks in a boot, I was leaving the orthopedist office boot-free. Just me and my own two feet, raw dogging the ground. I was so excited to drive home, now that I was out of that damn boot.
And then on the way to the car, I stepped off the curb, rolled my left ankle, and broke it.
there’s a lamb that hates me and goes out of its way to kick only me when i visit my fathers farm.
I was born in the early 80s, and during that time they took newborns away to the nursery to be cared for away from the parents. When it was time for my mother to leave the hospital, they returned her baby to her and before my parents left, they needed to change the baby’s diaper. Well, when they removed the diaper they saw that the baby that they had was a girl when my mother had given birth to a boy. The hospital tracked down the parents who had me and got the babies back to their rightful parents. Some crazy s**t.
I wonder how many times this has happened in the past? If I had given birth, I’d probably use a sharpie on the baby’s foot just to be sure! Also with the rise of those home DNA kits, it’s easier to find out now.
Slept with a boyfriend for over a year (unprotected) and found out he had hiv. Been tested for twenty years straight and I’m still negative.
Edit: woke up to a huge reaction, never expected this. I’m going to answer some things here. Yes he knew and didn’t tell me. His plan was to act like I gave it to him. I thought there was no way I didn’t have it so for several years I was in the mindset that I had contracted it. When I was 18 I started getting tested twice a year and have been negative every test. I don’t think I am Finnish or Nordic I should check that out someday. There are so many horrible things that are in this thread, I’m surprised this was even seen. Thank you for concern everyone.
my 16 year old brother put a cocked and loaded gun to my head when i was 11. the cops came and found an airsoft gun with an orange tip and claimed that was the weapon, despite me denying it all night. i found the real gun a couple months later in a coat closet wrapped up in a scarf. those cops sucked at their job.
I have a tech company, and we are not in the best financial situation. We had a very big contract awaiting signature, well it won't get signed because the person responsible for the project was one of the 5 casualties from the Titan submarine ....
I was lying on the beach in the sand when I heard a soft thud next to me. I sat up and saw a half eaten peanut butter sandwich lying next to me in the sand. Wondering where it came from, I looked up and saw, to my surprise and horror, a flock of seagulls descending upon me and the sandwich one of them had just dropped. It was a mad frenzy of them fighting me and each other for the sandwich and me fighting them to get away. The whole thing was over in five seconds.
I'm so sorry, but this one made me laugh... a lot... just imagining this person looking up and seeing a flock of seagulls descending on them... still makes me laugh!
A huge tree branch fell through the roof in my bedroom during a storm and about a minute after that a couple raccoons fell into my room.
In an old house we were living in, an extremely agitated stray cat once fell through the ceiling (there was a space between the roof and ceiling where small animals would sometimes shelter in) into my parents bedroom. It was so freaked out and started running around the room trying to find a way out and none of us could touch it for fear of getting scratched/bit and had to let it find its way out on its own (we opened all the windows and doors to the outside).
Was in a relatively mild car accident. EMS recommended xrays just to be safe. I argued a bit but ended up relenting. Xrays lead to a CT and a kidney cancer diagnosis.
Doctor said I would've been dead inside a year if it hadn't been found.
Similar happened to my husband back in 2015. He was playing football (we live in the UK, so English football), went in for a tackle and was kneed badly in his lower abdomen, tearing the mesenteric artery and almost bleeding out internally. He was saved, but in the process, it was discovered he had kidney cancer. It was a truly terrifying time for us all. Without almost dying then, he wouldn't have known about his cancer until too late to save him. Thankfully, and thanks to the incredible NHS, he survived both. He was even back playing football again within a year!
Not mine but a friend’s story
When she was about 5 or so she was at CVS with her dad when someone robbed the store. While the robber is pointing a gun and yelling at everyone to get on the ground, her dad, being an Asian man born in Asia, says “Happy Halloween” because he thought it was a costume. This happened in November.
My husband born and raised in a northern european country, is not familiar with halloween because the holiday does not exist as such in the country. He is always asking me when is it, or if it has already passed. so this story is totally believable for me. I just hope this one didn't had a bad ending.
I wrecked my bike in the summer after 7th grade and had to be mercy flighted, broken bones, quite severe concussion…. I forgot 90% of seventh grade and struggled in 8th, but a weird side effect was that I could music. Before I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, couldn’t hear when notes were the same or different, completely tone-deaf, and after the accident I could. I sang in my college choir for four years.
When I was in elementary school we went on a class trip to one of those old colonial towns to see how life was back then for settlers.
During lunch break I went to the bathroom and a man paid me to take pictures of me in the bathroom. I was really excited to get money.
Next thing I knew I was in a police car scared out of my mind that I was in trouble. I kept apologizing to the cop while my mom tried to calm me down. I remember crying all night that my principal would hate me because I made the cops come.
What an odd memory.
I was working and felt like I broke a rib. It went away but I off handedly mentioned it to my doctor. She was super concerned and ordered a bone scan. It was stage 4 cancer.
I won an art competition with my painting judged while hanging upside down.
When I told them, they tried telling me I was wrong till they realised I had painted it. TBH, it was a school competition.
Yep, I think the person who painted the picture is going to know that it’s been hung upside down
I got hit by lightning while driving my car down the interstate. Completely killed the computer system and totaled the car out.
This is Jake from StateFarm...what kind if coverage do you have...lol
My dad forcing me to eat my pet squirrel. I grew up lonely in a rural area. I made friends with a squirrel and the little guy got tame around me. Like I could sit in the bench swing and he would climb down and I would pass him a granola bar. He actually begged with his hands asking for the food.
Well one day my dad was cooking fish and drinking beer with his friends. Well the see me in the bench drawing and the squirrel comes down. They shout what am I doing. I said just chilling with my little bud (I was 10m). They make a joke about my dad raising a Disney princess. He gets angry and goes inside. He comes back outside and next thing I know is the bench I was in is being knocked over the squirrel bails and then boom. Little bud is shot with bird shot. His friends were laughing til this. He then tells me to wait by the fryer will he proceeds to clean the squirrel and then deep fries it in front of me and makes me watch. I see the eyes of what was my friend exploding in the oil. He cooks it til it was done. He then Infront of his friends demands that I eat it. I say know but he grabbed me by the collar and pops me three times. He then tells me the squirrel got off easy. He could do a lot worse to me. I eat my friend that literally had just been feeding and laughing with thirty mins ago. His friends alot lost their composure. Many left and a few threw up at this sight. It was not a good day.
So yeah again being made to eat a pet
I sincerely hope he's not a part of you're life anymore. Completely inexcusable behavior on your "father's" part.
I was hit in the head by a bowling ball on a trampoline. 911 hung up on my cousin because they thought it was a prank.
Normally emergency doesn't hang up on you even if sure it's a prank? Because of the outside chance of it being real (like here)?
When I was 3-5 my mom married my little brothers dad. She was working basically all the time, and also trying to balance out school. After she had my little brother, his dad started getting... hostile towards me.
For context, I was living with my mom, twin sister, little brother, step brother, step sister, and stepfather (now he's an ex stepfather). His daughter was awesome. His son was a completely different story.
So, my ex stepfather abused me, just about every day for 2 years. I didn't know what to think about it because I was so young. He used to beat me with his belt, lock me in the attic, make me drink beer. He left me in the woods. But, he was smart enough to hit me where the marks wouldn't be seen by my mom. He did give me a black eye once by punching me in the face. He always screamed at me. He scared me. Every time his kids did something wrong he blamed me for it and he beat me for it.
I hate him. And every time I go down to my bio dad's house I'm scared I'll see him again. I'm scared he will try to do it again.
His son, who was around 10-12 at the time used to groom me. He and I shared a room, and he made me touch him at night. And every time I said "I don't want to" he'd break something, or say I hit him, or lock me in the closet. All of those getting me beaten by his dad.
I'm 16 now and I'm still trying to get over it. I'm hurting. I wish I could go back and change it. I had my childhood stripped away from me because my mom had bad taste in men, and that's unforgivable. She doesn't believe the scars he left. She negates what i say and feel, just so that she can feel better about herself.
I have panic attacks whenever I smell a certain type of alcohol now, and I have panic attacks whenever I smell weed. I'm claustrophobic too, and I hate being alone in the dark.
Thank you for listening. I had to get it out there in a way that I'm comfortable with.
Tldr; my ex step-dad abused me and his son groomed me when I was 3-5 years old, and my mom still doesn't care.
Update: I've been going to therapy for a few weeks now. The only reason for that being I have pnes (ptsd related non epileptic seizures. Basically if I have a panic attack it could cause a seizure.) My therapy is tbcbt, or, trauma based cognitive behavioral therapy. The only reason my mother is allowing me to do this is because A. I almost died because of a seizure (caused by my current stepfather because he hit me and held me in a headlock after screaming at me) and B. So that I could stop pissing her off by not wanting to be around her. Both my mother and current step-dad are abusive. I can't do anything about it. As a 16 year old, I can't legally move out unless I get emancipated in the state of PA.
If the therapist is aware of the abuse, it should have been reported to authorities. There are confidentiality rules, but also some mandatory reporting laws when it comes to minors. I don't remember exactly what the rules are with this, but that step-dad and -brother should be locked up.
I (15 at the time) was traveling in a foreign country with my sister (26). We stayed at a local hotel. My period came and I got a little bit on the sheets the first night. Housekeeping came and cleaned as usual, nothing mentioned.
A few days passed and when we were checking out, they asked to see our passports again. I guess we thought they just needed to double check their guest registry to update it. Once the passports were in his hand the front desk person (male) got really angry with us and began yelling at us for "making mess" in the hotel. At first we had no idea what he was talking about because we are very tidy travelers. He just kept yelling that we "made trouble" for him. He then proceeded to ask housekeeping to bring out the evidence and guess what, they proceeded TO BRING OUT THE UNWASHED SHEETS (wtf?). No idea where they had stored it.
A nice young Australian couple witnessed the whole thing. The lady muttered "it's just a few spots, can't you just wash it?" He yelled at them to stay out of it and they fell silent. He even asked who made the mess (my sister said she did).
15 year old me felt like I had done something criminally wrong. My sister "paid him for the sheets" and got our passports back so we could leave.
I was thrown off a motorcycle on the interstate when I was 22 months old. Yes, MONTHS. My parents thought I was dead because my head was ripped open (skull too) but took me to the hospital anyway.
ETA: This happened in the Midwest US on an interstate.
My sister almost got arrested at the White House because she sat down in the line outside to get in. She only did that because her feet hurt.
Apparently it’s illegal to sit down at the White House because it’s considered a sit-in protest.
She was 12.
My grandfather has been married to 3 women in my lifetime :
1. my dad's mom, to whom he was married when I was born and divorced when I was a year old so he could get with #2
2. my step-grandmother, who he married immediately after the divorce from #1 and who I've considered one of my grandmothers my whole life - he divorced her when she was diagnosed with schizophrenia around the time I was in my early 20s
3. his current wife, who he married when I was in my early 30s, and who I have never met and have zero plans to
Here's where the unbelievable but true part comes in: Each of these women have a photograph of themselves holding me as an infant in the hospital when I was born. #1 makes sense. #2 is a bit tacky - he wasn't divorced yet so I'm not sure what the vibe was. #3 though - none of us know why or when she was there, we didn't even learn about this woman's existence until they married 30+ years after the picture in question was taken. I was a very distinct looking baby thanks to being severely post term (born more than 2 weeks past my due date), so the photos are easy to verify.
I've been no-contact with him for almost 20 years for many reasons, including this one. He's a f*****g piece of work.
Tldr: grandpa's a ho, brought his wife and all his sidepieces to the hospital when I was born and there's photo evidence.
This is one of those stories that makes me feel "what the f**k is wrong with people?", but which are sooo weird they can't have been made up. Grandpa was a piece of s**t, but a very organised and secretive one.
When I was young I swallowed a game token and it got lodged in my throat. Thankfully just before it got stuck I let out a muffled scream. My dad was downstairs watching TV. He heard the scream and came running upstairs. He found me choking and attempted the heimlich maneuver. Unfortunately it didn't work. So he picked me up and rushed me into the bathroom. Lifted me upside down and my stepmom began hitting me on the back while she was calling 911. I swear it felt like forever but the token came out and fell in the toilet. I'm sure they must have been shocked to see what I had been choking on this whole time lol. If it hadn't been for my dad's superhuman hearing and quick thinking I don't know if I would still be here now.
This exact same thing happened to my sister. While she (7 yrs. old) had a lollipop in her mouth, she ran across the room, jumped and turned in mid air to land in a sitting position on the couch. The lollipop came off the stick and lodged in her throat. Fortunately my father was in the room and saw it happen. After just whacking her on the back (in the 1970's, Heimlich wasn't as well-known) he held her upside down over the sink by the ankle and whacked her back until it came free. Funny to look back on that, and remember how it simply happened and then life just immediately (after my sister cried for a few minutes) went back to normal. Now I realize that that was a defining moment between me living my life with a sibling, and without one.
I was chased down the street by an angry chicken.
This is kind of funny... when you are not the one being chased, obviously. My sister and I were chased down a hill by angry geese, which appeared out of nowhere. That was forty years ago, but even today, I won't go near them, just in case.
I was in a weird love triangle. This was back in like 2007. I was into a girl, but her near-inseparable best friend was into me. I wanted to go out with the girl, but she felt weird going out with me while her best friend kept talking about me, and said I should go out with the best friend first and let her get me out of her system...so I did that. It went ok but no chemistry. Went out with the first girl and there was major chemistry, but still withholding. It became more and more where it was always the two of them coming on outings with me (and sometimes ditching me) until the day they told me they both decided to date each other.
I was cuffed and thrown in the back of a cop car after being accused of stealing cars, while walking through a bowling alley parking lot.
I was 12.
My cousin beat my aunt to death then put a towel over her face and sat down and ate dinner. My other cousin had a welfare check and they found him watching tv with her body in the kitchen.
Edit: this happened about 10 years ago in Florida. My cousin is mentally unstable. Due to a car accident that happens to him when he was in his teens and has been on medication his whole life and I guess the older he got the worse he got. He was in his late 40’s when he killed my aunt. I guess they got into an argument and he snapped and beat her to death. Then cleaned up and put all the evidence in the attic but left her lying on the kitchen floor with the towel over her face. He’s been in a mental institution ever since.
An uncle of mine who was suffering from a plethora of mental health disorders used to constantly get into physical fights with my grandma, his mom. He used to shove her and throw random objects at her all the while she was trying to calm him down. My family who were living with my grandma moved out due to his unpredictability (my siblings and I were really young and my parents were afraid for our safety). He was constantly in and out of hospitals for psychiatric treatments. In the end he was found dead on the floor of his room due to an incorrect drug or drug overdose. And it was my poor grandma who discovered him. She was never the same after that. No matter how troublesome and dangerous he was, he was my grandma’s youngest child and she couldn’t get over his loss. I wouldn’t say it’s a good thing he passed away, but I truly believe if he was around much longer someone else would have ended up dead, probably my grandma (and my story would have been similar to OP’s story).
My epidural failed during the emergency c-section (I likely had listeria, my temp was 103+ and then the monitor for baby’s heartbeat went quiet type emergency)
I had the epidural in place for awhile before, when we thought vaginal birth was still an option. No one in the OR believed me when I started telling them, then YELLING at them that I was numb anymore. It happened after they had gotten through all of the parts of me to get to baby, so I asked my husband if baby was out. He said yes and the tiny control I had left departed and I was screaming at everyone that I could f*****g feel them and their metal paddles in my body! RN by my head reassured me it was “just pressure” so my dumb self decided I was gonna gtfo. I planted my feet on the table and tried to lift myself to scoot away from the ppl who in my mind were now torturing me. Husband says it looked like a seance or a magic trick where the person covered by a sheet levitates off the table/bed. I made a huge mess, too, since I did it kinda fast. Sent a bowl full of bloody gauze flying up to hit the ground, tools clattered….I remember the poor anesthetist got yelled at while trying to give me propofol, then lights out finally.
The poor anesthesiologist??? All the "professionals" in the OR should be expelled from the medical profession, the m***********s. Not only did they fail to do their job, but they refused to believe the patient was obviously in pain. Don't they have eyes? Those people are a danger for every patient under their care.
I was almost killed by a bug?
I was bitten by a flea or a tick, unsure of which. A couple weeks later I passed out in a Walmart, and woke up after emergency surgery with a hole bigger than my fist in my abdomen under my left ribs. MRSA man, I do not recommend.
I got bitten by a penguin… On my neck. No, I wasn’t doing anything stupid at the time. The penguin was standing on a table for photo ops (as an animal ambassador for a zoo) and it went for my wine glass as I stood next to it. Moved my wine glass out of the way, and got nipped on my neck for my troubles.
I was sitting outside on my friend's patio gazing up at the stars. My friend says "ya know, I've never seen a shooting star before." Almost immediately, a shootong star gleams across the sky as if she commanded it to happen.
IS THIS REALITY WTF
That on Valentine’s Day 2008, my boyfriend cheated on me, but I couldn’t confirm it. Two days later, on the 16th, I came home and he was high AF. Long story short, I caught him in a lie and he admitted to cheating on me. We had been together for 4 years. The next day, on the 17th, his dad was over our house (we lived together) building a fire pit. We rented a house from his dad, and his dad was fixing it up trying to “flip it,” for a quick profit. I was inside packing my s**t because uh, well, he got caught/admitted to cheating on me and I was out. While packing, someone banged on the bedroom window. I ignored it (some friends had spent the night so I thought they were all in the backyard goofing around). A few minutes later another knock and then pounding. I walk through the house to the back door to say to them to stop banging on the door, and I see my boyfriend/soon-to-be ex-boyfriend on the phone, pacing, screaming “Dad!” I look at his Dad, and he laid out on the floor, snoring and unconscious and the people who had stayed over are just standing there in shock. I ask what happened, and he said his dad was sweating a lot, sat down, his arms locked up straight out in front of him, and then he fell back. I monitored him closely, waiting for the ambulance. Then he stopped breathing. I ended up doing CPR on him for over 10 minutes which was literally exhausting. It was working for a while, but then, before the ambulance got there, he exhaled into my mouth and I just remember tasing cigarettes and then he went really limp, his eyes were still open but there was no life behind them. I kept doing CPR because everyone else was there watching and I didn’t want to be the one to announce what I knew had just happened. The ambulance FINALLY arrived, they did the shock paddles on him several times. Nothing. He was pronounced DOA at the hospital, and I did not leave my ex that day. Stayed three more years (wish I hadn’t, but how do you dump someone the day their dad has a heart attack and dies right in front of them).
I have my CPR-certificate and the first thing my instructor said was that CPR just keeps circulation going, it doesn't restart a heart and so anyone needing CPR should be considered already dead. CPR is useful though to keep this circulation going until the ambulance arrives.
My manager told me not to hire my best candidate for a job because she was female.
Because an adult didn't believe me that something was wrong I almost had my leg amputated at the age of 14.
Brother was murdered by his wife who then killed herself a few months later. No answers. No investigation. Just chaos in our lives.
I get the "no answers" bit (there will likely never be a fulfilling anwer to "why?", especially with the culprit dead), but how was there no investigation? I can imagine several posible scenarios, but
My mom found out my dad filed for divorce five minutes before my birthday dinner started when I was turning eighteen. Mans waited last second because he didn’t want to pay child support 😂
My mom was cooking my birthday dinner and I was down the road at a friends house celebrating before I went home. Mom went to get the mail and found a letter from an attorney saying he found out my dad filed and wanted to be her lawyer.
Mom peeled down the block in the minivan and pulled over to the side of the road where my friends and I were outside and announced it to me.
Dad came home five minutes later to just me and no mom. He was like hey time to celebrate! With a bunch of presents and stuff. It was so awkward
I shat my pants in a carnival ride (the bullet) whilst wearing cargo shorts and diarrhea was slung out of the leg of my shorts and rained down on the unsuspecting patrons below. Shut down the entire area. Nobody got funnel cakes. My dad made me ride in the back of the truck home without bottoms on and I don’t like wearing undies.
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To add more context, I was 14 at the time and was raised in rural Alabama. The carnival coming to town was a whole city wide ordeal in my 1A high school. Less than 50 in my graduating class for reference. I was the “s**t slinger” for years, and some people in my friend group still bring it up. I’m 31 now.
Similar s****y situation while hunting and wearing coveralls while leaning back against a tree in the “invisible chair” position doing my business. It partially landed in my coverall bibb on the back, and smeared up my back as I put them on. Had to ride in the back in 20 degree weather. Not fun either.
My father is one of 29 children, and I have 165 first cousins on my dad's side. My father was raised in a polygamist community and his father, who had nine wives when he died, was most likely murdered so someone else could gain control of the "Prophet's Seat" in the cult. My dad's mom left that cult when his dad died and took the five children that she knew were hers, she had seven babies, but babies were taken away after delivery to be raised in the community so she couldn't prove which of the other two were hers. My dad's oldest brother went back to run the cult when he grew up
This is an incredible post. I re-read that first sentence three times. Glad you were taken away from there.
Load More Replies...I've never contributed to this, so no idea if this will actually work! I knew my dad went to the same school as Sr Paul McCartney... Liverpool tech. Dad was a man of few words, and not until clearing out his bookshelf before a house move, and found his old yearbook kind of thing that showed the classes and the participants names, did I discover that they were in the same class! Upon asking dad about that (he was also a muso, played in a lot of 'almost made it' kinda bands) that he then said that he was mates with Paul's brother, Mike, and they used to jam at Paul's house, with Paul playing guitar in the toilet for acoustics. Dad kept that one under wraps for decades! Apart from deciding to go home early after a gig at a local tavern when he was "too tired to play rhythm guitar for the next guy coming up on stage" (Eric Clapton), he's forgiven!
Most of real life is way weirder than fiction. Makes me think we read fiction to take a nice break to "Normal", LOL.
I was hit in the head by a track and field discus (a real one made of some kind of metal). It hit the ground and then kept going until it knocked me out cold. I was about 11 or 12. I had a concussion. I'm convinced that blow is a contributing factor to my horrible migraines. I still can't believe my middle school teachers were just letting kids play with that kind of stuff during recess. I could have been more seriously injured. And props to the boy who carried me quite a long way to the nurse's office, whoever you are!
Sorry, how did it hit the ground and then hit your head? Were you lying down or did it bounce up to head height?
Load More Replies...My mother tried to press charges against the 19 year old guy who got me pregnant when i was 13 years old. The police department told her if she pursued it they would take all of us away and charge her with child neglect. My mother was a single mom and worked a lot and this guy was always on my route home from school and his 21 year old brother was messing around with my best friend of the same age. 30+ years later, this guy had married his high school sweetheart that he denied in front of me that the baby was his. My son started getting messages from her saying that 1. she believes she is his real mother 2. that I have built a hidden tunnel under their house and I am sneaking in to sleep with him. So many other crazy things. My son has never met these people and he is over 30 and out of nowhere he starts getting these crazy messages. I guess the wife has severe undiagnosed mental issues. My son was extremely upset by the whole thing.
So many of these were heartbreaking I can't finish.. I'm so sorry for everyone here with the cancer stories especially. 2/4 of my grandparents have it as I speak (1 for the 4th time)
My 7 year old cousin has suffered from UTI ever since she was born. Last year things got better after a surgery. Just a month ago she rammed into a pillar in my uncle's house while rollerblading, causing a deep vaginal tear. The doctors suspect a violent crime and informed the police. Of course my uncle and aunt came clean about it. She's doing better now but doesn't cut down on her rough playing tendencies.
My great-grandfather was a merchant marine who disappeared in Panama during the riots. He was a Walton and we think he might be related to the Walmart Waltons.
Sounds fake but Fortunately isn't in this case. I have always had short-sightedness and one foot was longer than the other making getting shoes difficult. Following the death of my three year old daughter I had a mid-life crisis. The amazing thing is that during this mid-life crisis, over a period of just a fortnight, the eyesight in both my eyes improved by one dioptre. My feet became the same size. And I grew three centimetres.
I was in middle school at the time this happened. I woke up hard after a nightmare, and realized I couldn't move my head. Threw stuffies at my sister to wake her up & get our mom. Fast forward to the ER, 3am, and I'm given a sedative & have my neck snapped back into place & had to wear a foam collar. Again, in middle school. Turns out, I jerked my head so hard from the nightmare that I gave myself whiplash.
I lost our son in utero after carrying him for 3.5 months. While getting a checkup for the aftermath our family doctor noticed my husband constantly rubbing his neck. He told him he'd been having pains but assumed it was all the extra work he was doing to pay for what should have been our first child. Long story short, he had a swollen lymph node pressing on a main vein causing him the pain. He was diagnosed with stage 3 lymphoma with a 55% survival rate. Lucky for him, our child's death meant his survival. He's on his last year of remission before being deemed cured. I think our son was looking after his daddy from heaven that day.
My mothers car tried to kill me 4 times in 6 months and then spent another 2 weeks breaking down but only when I drove it, I was 18. First the radiator blew just as I came to a stop, then the driver's side front tire blew while I was at a red light, rear passenger tire blew as I was leaving the driveway, then the best one - the breaks failed just as I came to a complete stop at a stop sign. My father then replaced the break and gas lines on it but mixed up the intake and output lines. The car started pumping gas directly into the catalytic converter and the engine would randomly stall, but only when I drove it. No one believed me until it broke down within walking distance of home while my Dad was home, he walked down opened the hood and the converter was bright cherry red... I was believed after that and the gas lines were fixed. We never had another issue with that car...
I accurately self-diagnosed appendicitis about ten years back. (I used to be an EMT.) But when I went in for a CAT scan, Stage III colon cancer was discovered instead. The tumor grew overtop my appendix, which in turn caused the appendicitis. A friend of mine, who is coincidentally an ER nurse, said that mine was only the second time in her career that she's ever seen such a thing. Bottom line - emergency surgery, chemo, and now clean for ten years. Yes, cancer does suck, as many have observed on these pages.
You know how they tell new doctors to look for horses, not zebra's? Well, without ever being in the country of origin, I picked up a tropical bug. Best theory is that I got it witin 24 hrs of someone returning by plane from the country of origin. Almost killed me and it took years (and someone who returned from country of origin with the disease) to confirm what it most likely was.
My father is one of 29 children, and I have 165 first cousins on my dad's side. My father was raised in a polygamist community and his father, who had nine wives when he died, was most likely murdered so someone else could gain control of the "Prophet's Seat" in the cult. My dad's mom left that cult when his dad died and took the five children that she knew were hers, she had seven babies, but babies were taken away after delivery to be raised in the community so she couldn't prove which of the other two were hers. My dad's oldest brother went back to run the cult when he grew up
This is an incredible post. I re-read that first sentence three times. Glad you were taken away from there.
Load More Replies...I've never contributed to this, so no idea if this will actually work! I knew my dad went to the same school as Sr Paul McCartney... Liverpool tech. Dad was a man of few words, and not until clearing out his bookshelf before a house move, and found his old yearbook kind of thing that showed the classes and the participants names, did I discover that they were in the same class! Upon asking dad about that (he was also a muso, played in a lot of 'almost made it' kinda bands) that he then said that he was mates with Paul's brother, Mike, and they used to jam at Paul's house, with Paul playing guitar in the toilet for acoustics. Dad kept that one under wraps for decades! Apart from deciding to go home early after a gig at a local tavern when he was "too tired to play rhythm guitar for the next guy coming up on stage" (Eric Clapton), he's forgiven!
Most of real life is way weirder than fiction. Makes me think we read fiction to take a nice break to "Normal", LOL.
I was hit in the head by a track and field discus (a real one made of some kind of metal). It hit the ground and then kept going until it knocked me out cold. I was about 11 or 12. I had a concussion. I'm convinced that blow is a contributing factor to my horrible migraines. I still can't believe my middle school teachers were just letting kids play with that kind of stuff during recess. I could have been more seriously injured. And props to the boy who carried me quite a long way to the nurse's office, whoever you are!
Sorry, how did it hit the ground and then hit your head? Were you lying down or did it bounce up to head height?
Load More Replies...My mother tried to press charges against the 19 year old guy who got me pregnant when i was 13 years old. The police department told her if she pursued it they would take all of us away and charge her with child neglect. My mother was a single mom and worked a lot and this guy was always on my route home from school and his 21 year old brother was messing around with my best friend of the same age. 30+ years later, this guy had married his high school sweetheart that he denied in front of me that the baby was his. My son started getting messages from her saying that 1. she believes she is his real mother 2. that I have built a hidden tunnel under their house and I am sneaking in to sleep with him. So many other crazy things. My son has never met these people and he is over 30 and out of nowhere he starts getting these crazy messages. I guess the wife has severe undiagnosed mental issues. My son was extremely upset by the whole thing.
So many of these were heartbreaking I can't finish.. I'm so sorry for everyone here with the cancer stories especially. 2/4 of my grandparents have it as I speak (1 for the 4th time)
My 7 year old cousin has suffered from UTI ever since she was born. Last year things got better after a surgery. Just a month ago she rammed into a pillar in my uncle's house while rollerblading, causing a deep vaginal tear. The doctors suspect a violent crime and informed the police. Of course my uncle and aunt came clean about it. She's doing better now but doesn't cut down on her rough playing tendencies.
My great-grandfather was a merchant marine who disappeared in Panama during the riots. He was a Walton and we think he might be related to the Walmart Waltons.
Sounds fake but Fortunately isn't in this case. I have always had short-sightedness and one foot was longer than the other making getting shoes difficult. Following the death of my three year old daughter I had a mid-life crisis. The amazing thing is that during this mid-life crisis, over a period of just a fortnight, the eyesight in both my eyes improved by one dioptre. My feet became the same size. And I grew three centimetres.
I was in middle school at the time this happened. I woke up hard after a nightmare, and realized I couldn't move my head. Threw stuffies at my sister to wake her up & get our mom. Fast forward to the ER, 3am, and I'm given a sedative & have my neck snapped back into place & had to wear a foam collar. Again, in middle school. Turns out, I jerked my head so hard from the nightmare that I gave myself whiplash.
I lost our son in utero after carrying him for 3.5 months. While getting a checkup for the aftermath our family doctor noticed my husband constantly rubbing his neck. He told him he'd been having pains but assumed it was all the extra work he was doing to pay for what should have been our first child. Long story short, he had a swollen lymph node pressing on a main vein causing him the pain. He was diagnosed with stage 3 lymphoma with a 55% survival rate. Lucky for him, our child's death meant his survival. He's on his last year of remission before being deemed cured. I think our son was looking after his daddy from heaven that day.
My mothers car tried to kill me 4 times in 6 months and then spent another 2 weeks breaking down but only when I drove it, I was 18. First the radiator blew just as I came to a stop, then the driver's side front tire blew while I was at a red light, rear passenger tire blew as I was leaving the driveway, then the best one - the breaks failed just as I came to a complete stop at a stop sign. My father then replaced the break and gas lines on it but mixed up the intake and output lines. The car started pumping gas directly into the catalytic converter and the engine would randomly stall, but only when I drove it. No one believed me until it broke down within walking distance of home while my Dad was home, he walked down opened the hood and the converter was bright cherry red... I was believed after that and the gas lines were fixed. We never had another issue with that car...
I accurately self-diagnosed appendicitis about ten years back. (I used to be an EMT.) But when I went in for a CAT scan, Stage III colon cancer was discovered instead. The tumor grew overtop my appendix, which in turn caused the appendicitis. A friend of mine, who is coincidentally an ER nurse, said that mine was only the second time in her career that she's ever seen such a thing. Bottom line - emergency surgery, chemo, and now clean for ten years. Yes, cancer does suck, as many have observed on these pages.
You know how they tell new doctors to look for horses, not zebra's? Well, without ever being in the country of origin, I picked up a tropical bug. Best theory is that I got it witin 24 hrs of someone returning by plane from the country of origin. Almost killed me and it took years (and someone who returned from country of origin with the disease) to confirm what it most likely was.