Post trauma inducing childhood experiences

Are you sure you were born in 1995? You know an awful lot of words for a 10/11 year old @_@

I got stung by a bee and broke out in a severe case of hives. I gave myself scars from scratching. So that was kind of traumatic, but it would have been a lot worse if it was a life-threatening reaction where I couldn't breathe.

I havn't had anything too bad happen

When I was at Six Flags New England for a 6th grade field trip, I had to get dragged out of the wave pool by the life gaurd.

I had a heavy metal door at the local YMCA run over my toe, which causes lots of lovely bleeding.

This wasn't traumatic, but made me step back for a minute. I was delivering newspapers to a house, and just walked up to the porch when I heard a crack, and a tree branch fell onto the sidewalk I just used.

I've experienced more than enough trauma during my life. I'm not going to share any of it with you, for if I did, I would, to be blunt, come off sounding like a total nutcase. *psychotic laughter*

The Face. my sister showed it to me when I was a kid and i'm still very scared of it. VERY scared.

oh crap my weakness is exposed.

I've had my share of childhood injuries, but nothing traumatic.

One word.


ReDeads.

Been pushed down the bleatchers (sp) at school when I was in the 7th grade, Bitten by a dog on the side of my mouth ( got stitched for that one), broke my arm once, broke some prt of foot bone, had sister almost die from infection in her leg. If you wanna here that story PM me. Almost drowned in a hot tub when I was 5 I think.

This post has been edited by Tehlinkmaster on Aug 3 2006, 09:38 PM

If we're talking about accidents that happened then my dog bit me on the palm when I was like 5.

God I miss him

Same. I didn't play Ocarina for several years once I saw the Redeads. :|

I was very upset and stuff when I learned that my parents were potheads. I know now that it really isn't that big of a deal, but school brainwashed me into thinking that.

There was an episode of Scooby Doo about vampires or something I saw as a kid. I was in the kitchen with my mom, and she left the room for a few minutes. There was this scene where the villain calls some chick and turns her into a vampire or something over the phone by hypnotizing her. Her eyes scared the **** out of me. I didn't get to sleep that night.

One time in Preschool, I was playing Hide and Go Seek with some other kids, and hid under the slide. Little did I know there was an anthill under there, and ants were crawling all over my pants. That wasn't the traumatizing part. The traumatizing part was that my teacher took my pants and shook all the ants out of them. In front of the entire class. I had to stand in my undergarments in front of all of them. Why couldn't she have just let them play a little bit longer? That's the only thing I can remember about Preschool, besides that one time I went to some kid named "Daniel"'s birthday party, who I sincerely hope wasn't Press Start.

When I lived in Plano, one of our two cats got ripped apart by coyote or something. I didn't see it, but I did see her guts strung across the sidewalk.

I was too young to really "play" OOT. I always watched my cousin and the first time we didn't know what was going on but later I'd always make an excuse to leave the room. XD

I couldn't face ReDeads in WW ethier.




Another thing that got me was some pasta commerical I saw when I was 5 where the kid like got a fork stuck in his head.

I wasn't really scared of the ReDeads, but Agahnim from LTTP frightened me to be sure. I mean, he was scary enough in the games but then I saw his picture in the manual and aasdfasdf ._.

Also, seems like a lot of you guys have been attacked by dogs. Put a leash on those mutts!

There was this show called the "Real Adventures of Johnny Quest". It was fun to me for the first few eps, and then it turned scary when it featured Medusa. D:

Once when I was really little (like 3 or 4), I played with my grandma's fabric cutter (it's was one of the kinds that looked kind of like a pizza cutter), and wondered what would happen if I ran it across my hand with the safety guard down. An hour later, the nearby pale blue dresser had smears of dried blood. I'm not sure what my parents did. I know I didn't get stitchs, so I probably just got a lot of bandaids.

Oh! And a few years ago, when I played outside much more, every now and then I'd get a splinter or sticker from a tumbleweed stuck it my hand. The thing was that it ALWAYS hurt it you tried taking it out. Thus, my dad would have to find some way to subdue to long enough to take it out. Shortest time: Five minutes prep, three seconds pulling. Longest time: A few DAYS prep, five seconds pulling.

Needless to say, I am now afraid of sharps stuff. Not a phobic fear, but I don't like them.

Certain cartoons and scenes in cartoons and video games have always made me leave the room. I don't know why. I think that it had something with me thinking all good guys are ALWAYS good and must never, ever be even accused of doing something wrong, or else the balance of the world DIES. Even though I know better now, I still feel averted to those scenarios.

Last one for now: Video game death. I've told this story before, but I'll go into a bit more detail. One day, my dad went outside to smoke and let me play LoZ:LttP. I chose to stay in Karakiko because I didn't like (or know how) to fight. But then I talk to one of those crazy ladies that summons a guard, and didn't know what to do. So I did what any 3-5 year old would do: Scream and mash random buttons. By the time my dad came back in and regained control, Link had gotten killed. Rather badly. The fear of video game death stuck with me for years.

My experience with horrible psionic experiments.


No. This is true. I am not lying.

Being injected in a way too painful way.

And hitting a car with my bicycle and ending up lying on top of it.

I do suppose I have a less morbid trauma, but be warned, it is still pretty disturbing...






















Freaking PEE-WEE HERMAN. I'm sure I've mentioned how I was afraid of him as child, but you don't know how deathly, DEATHLY I was afraid of him. We had this talking Pee-wee doll (and I'm pretty sure we still do have it somewhere), and I must say it looked creepy as hell. And when it talked... EEK! That was it for me. I, a mere 2-year old, couldn't take the stress any longer, for the foul demon had scratched the very walls of my soul. And then, when I was about 3 or 4, I had in some manner, a terrible outburst in public... in a library I believe. Point is, my behavior was atrocious. My punishment? My mother took the Pee-wee Herman doll out of storage, and left it there, in front of me... *gulp*

And I was never the same again.

played with the electrical box when i was 4

nuff siad

When I was 4, I had a dream where a bugler had broken all the plates in our house, as soon as i walked downstairs and opened the cuboard to get a board a plate fell right in front of my face. I have been afriad of burglers since

When I was 4 or 5, I was holding onto the handle on our garage door for some reason


then the door started opening and I didn't let go :)

That reminds me: one time my mother rolled up the back window of the car without looking, and for about a whole minute my head was pinned in the window. I guess that's about as traumatic as my childhood got.