What is your childhood trauma?

Thanks. I was right-handed, as I remember eating oatmeal with my right hand that morning -- never finished it, though. ;)

Appreciate the reply.

Watching my mom and dad chase each other with knives around the outside of the house when I was 5.

Watching my dad push my mom down a flight of stairs at the age of 8.

Watching my dad jump out of the car and start pounding on my mom with his fists when I was 8.

On Christmas day, my dad dropped my mom and I off at my grandparent's house and took off. He came to pick us up later that night and he was wasted on pills. Mom was driving and we didn't get too far down the road when she said she was going to take him to the hospital. He got pissed and started pounding on her. She jumped out of the car and ran down the road towards my grandparent's house. He told me to go get my mother. I grabbed my dog and got out of the car with no intention of coming back. He sped off as soon as I got out and I ran down the dark road by myself carrying my dog until we caught up with my mom...also at the age of 8.

Mom finally left my dad and we went to his parent's house to pick up some of our stuff. My dad showed up and laid down in the driveway and wasn't going to let us leave. My mom's dad yelled at my dad's dad and told him he better get him out of the way or he was going to run over him. My dad's dad finally convinces my dad to move and my mom's dad leaves. My mom, uncle, cousin and I are in the second car and we pull out to leave. We barely get down the road when my dad comes screaming past us in his car. He spins the car around and tries to hit us head on. My uncle manages to swerve the car out of the way just in time.

My mom and I moved in with my grandparent's. My uncle lived with us off and on for the next 9 years and put my down and made fun of me and completely destroyed my self-esteem. He did more damage to me than anything my dad ever did.

Lots of strange things happened to me when we lived in this one house when I was 4. There was a girl who lived down the road who was a little bit older than me. She always managed to trick me into going into the shed where she would lock me in the dark, and I would pound on the door screaming my head off. There was a boy who lived down the street who was 8 years old. He was really good to me and always told my mom I was so pretty that he was going to marry me when I grew up. Somehow, he always seemed to sense when that girl would lock me in the shed, because he came to my rescue and got me out of there every time. He would tell that girl off and make her cry, but then she would do it again anyway.

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.

Maybe it'll clear up now that you've made the connection. : )

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That really sounds like an abduction experience.

My father died when I was a child. I am in my 30s and I still have a hard time dealing with not having my dad here.

Yeah, it was the torture from my brother that was the worse, especially the day he tried to drown me in the pool. He held me under for so long I knew I was at the end and I felt my life leaving me. But my mother came screaming from the house and had to hit him over and over again with the pool cleaning net before he finally let me up.

Last Edited by Earth Daughter on 06/15/2012 02:59 AM

if u think u had a bad childhood then watch this and see what a really bad childhood is.



Last Edited by synapsid on 06/15/2012 03:08 AM

As stated earlier, we all have trauma. Mine does not hinder me. At least I tell myself that.

I was raised by an abusive monster of a step mom and an alcoholic father so I won't bore you with those stories. This one is rather mild, but was a shaping moment in my life.

I was about 11 years old. Myself, some friends, and my brothers, were swimming in the river. You know, normal summer vacation stuff.

Well I got it in my head that I could swim across the "drop off". (Yes 11 years old and I did not know how to swim.) Needless to say I made it about half way across and ran out of steam. Tried to put my feet down, and nothing.

I started drowning. I mean really drowning. Thrashing and going under. I was beyond terrified. I could hear my friends laughing and making fun. I was sure I was going to die.

After what seemed like an eternity, a friend jumps in and pushes me just enough to get some purchase. I dragged my water-logged ass out of the river on the other side and refused to go back in.

My dad just so happened to be fishing about 50 yards away. And all he could do was scream at me for "scaring the fish".

I managed to walk home, the long way, because no fucking way I'm getting back in the water.

Several hours pass and dad finally comes home. He knew that I almost drowned and all he could say to me was "I can't believe I'm talking to you". The quintessential WTF moment of my life.

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This attitude of neglect has not extended to all humanity.

Neglecting this intelligent mind, whom the I, Me, won't take possession of. It is as it is.

i almost drowned when i was 5, my family told me to watch our dog, so they could walk across a log to the other side, either side of the log was a 50m drop full of rocks with a river at the bottom, the other side was a large lake. i thought i could walk across the log too but i slipped and fell in, luckily my aunties friend saved me, luckily my eyes were open the whole time i was under water so i could see his hand, i can still see his hand now :|

at the age of seven what you did is only an accident or an innocent mistake.

google schizophrenia & kundalini. there are cures but keep an open mind.

best of luck to you.

My childhood trauma began at two years of age. My father was a heroin addict who convinced my mother to try this awful drug. He physically abused my mother and tried several times to steal me away. Once he called the police on my mother after she had finished a phone call with him saying she had taken three advil and wanted to go to bed. I was awoken in the middle of the night to several officers, paramedics and fire dept. at the foot of our bed claiming my father had called her in as a 5150. In front of me they asked my mother to get out of bed in her underwear and put her in a straight jacket to take her to jail for toxicology analysis. She was taken from me again, and I was immediately packed up with my grandparents and taken up north to stay with family out of fear that he was coming to get me next. My mother was cleared after three days in a padded room.

My mother who worked so hard to kick the monkey off her back and succeeded was hauled away in a straight jacket before my very eyes.

I remember laying in front of the front door screaming "I did not want her to leave" because I knew that if she did go to her so called NA meeting she would not return for weeks. As drugs were being sold right outside of these meetings. I would sleep on the floor next to my grandmother who always watched cheers and then taxi before going to sleep. To this day when I hear the opening song to taxi it stirs up a lot of sad emotions from wishing she was there with me.

My father would say "I am the son of Satan" was pure evil. My mothers heroin addiction via needle lasted for two years and by the age of 5 I knew how too cook heroin to extrapolate it into a syringe. Those are painful memories, and all of the spoons in the house were burnt from this process. However it does not keep me from moving forward.

And one more insight, on our way home from methadone clinic my mothers brakes failed as a grandmother and her grand-daughter decided to J- Walk in front of us. The little girl who was also about five rolled up on to the hood of our car and her face almost came completely through the windshield on my side. I will never forget that. She died instantly. The grandmother hit the curb with her head and went into a coma and then died as well. My mother was again taken to jail and told that if methadone was in her system she would get vehicular man slaughter. By the grace of God her drug screen returned clean.

Sorry for my long post but I wanted to share my childhood traumas. Thanks for reading if you do happen too.

God, for so many of us it's a miracle we survived our own parents. WTF??

thanks for sharing :(

Yeah...spooky.

Not to take away from your story, (which is terrible by the way....so sorry to hear) but I LOVE your avatar.

THank you for sharing..sorry :(

Everything....

Beautiful. Thanks for posting this!

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

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

Sigh..Peace

Wow...seriously now thats some heavy luggage,hope your doing good now..


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The MK Ultra thing for me too...but what really bothered me was that my "dad" wouldn't buy me a Porsche when I turned 16. Said it was because I'm adopted...he's an A-Hole. (It's ok I got over it and bought a cool used one when I hit 18, it was just $1600...that was 20+ years ago, and I still have it today tucked away all safe and dry.) I must have dumped at least 30K into that car over the years. The trauma....the trauma.

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

lmfao.

and MK Ultra? Share those if you're comfortable. I've had questions

Someone would hunt people down and kill them for hearing it?

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

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