What is your childhood trauma?

This last one is the most confusing. My mom doesn't remember it, but I remember almost every detail. I was 4 and lived in the same house as the story above. One day these 2 strange teenage girls came up to the door and asked my mom if they could take me for a walk. My mom said yes, which was really strange, because she was over protective, yet she let me go with these 2 girls. We walked a little ways down the road and they start slapping my face and forcing me to eat grass. They take me to this building at the end of the road which seems like a doctor's office. The room is dark, except for a dim light hanging from the ceiling. I see a man there and I think he must be the doctor. All I can remember is seeing the back of his bald head.

I don't remember what happened next. I don't remember leaving the place. My next memory is of the girls walking me back to my house. Once again, they're slapping my face and forcing me to eat grass. My nose was bleeding. I see my house and run inside. My parent's are sitting in the living room watching tv. I'm shaking and crying and I tell them what happened. There behavior was strange as they just sat there kind of like they were in a daze. I got upset that they wouldn't do anything, so I start yelling that I want Danny, the boy who saved me from the shed. My dad went and got him and he stayed with me for a little while.

When I grew up, I went back to that road because I wanted to see that building again. There was no building. It was a dead-end street with grass and trees. It's really strange, because I know I didn't dream this. The whole thing haunted me for a long time. I talked about it for years after, but my mom has no memory of it.

MY CHILDHOOD IS SADDER THAN THESE

Geez, how hard did you run into that window? Or did it break too?

You

It was a storm glass window on a door. My cousin had teased me and I chased her through the living room. She ran out the door and when it swung shut behind her it latched. I put my arms out and they went right through, shattering the glass.

Most of the damage was done when I pulled back, severing tendons and nerves. It was a bloody mess.

My grandpa was out back and saved my life by keeping me awake and stemming some of the blood loss.

I was wearing swimming trunks and black barn boots (lol).
They were stained, and I don't think mom ever bought me another pair of rubber boots like those.

Anyone with older brothers and sisters can understand.....

The tea bag treatment.
Daily punch and pinch.
Being held down and having various food from the trash smeared all over my face.
Being handcuffed, fully clothed, to a chair in the shower and having the cold water ran.
Being thrown in the swimming pool fully clothed on a regular basis.
Having my arm broken by a sister trying to teach me to dance.

was eardropping at my parents bedroom at age 11..heared my father say: "come here with that cunt bitch" against my mummie..traumatized ever since..lol

NahPeace
i am over it..now its me who talks dirty in the bedroom.

Sigh..Peace

getting locked outside a house in my diapers
when i was less than 2

Being a nobody

I seen a cow. I don't know how many way's you can see a cow. But its true seen a cow. No dating.

At the age of 6 I was suffocating to death and there was no one to help me for what seemed a long time at the time..

it was night time and I was in a dark bedroom with the door closed and I could NOT cry out because I could not breathe


My mother rushed into the room ....and called the ambulance...she told me later my lips were blue and she was told by the doctors if she did not come just in a few minutes longer

I might have died

I spend 4 days in the hospital in one of those plastic tents

I had croup really bad


My mother swears something woke her up from a deep sleep and the first thought on her mind she said...was to get to my room...

I had a cough for several days.....

I still to this day CANNOT sleep alone with all the lights out in the house

If my husband is at home ; I can ; but if I am alone; I have to have a light one

Sexual abuse by my pastor father and a mother who always seemed to be in bed and NEVER came out. Was home sick from school and Oprah came on. My mother never missed it. It was an episode about incest and my mother didn't want to watch it and changed the channel. I never dobbed on my dad because I was too scared no one would believe me and left home and the church as soon as I was legally able to say no more.
My mother was dying from breast cancer 30 years later and had her head buried in the bible non stop and cried non stop. Wasn't til a week before she died when I was nursing her at home that she confessed at 3 am that she had known all alon but was too scared of the church scandal to speak about it. And apologised for not protecting me. I said don't worry about it it's in the past. I told no one what she had said to me until a few months later when my bro who I'm really close to came to visit. We had a few drinks and he said I'm kinda glad mum is gone and I said me too and told him what she had said. My 40 year old bro burst into tears and said dad abused me too. Everyone scattered and left us to talk. We decided then and there tha we had beautiful lives to live and we had to let it go.
We have never spoken about it since that day and have got on with things vowin to b better people than our parents.
And we have zero respect for religion. If you don't let things go it torments you and my life is wonderful now with no parents in it!