(Serious) What was the most traumatic event you've ever been through personally ?

serious what was the most dramatic event you've ever been through personally i don't know what it says about me that i had to sit here for a few minutes and think about which event i'd say was the most traumatic but it ain't good anyway i'd say when my mom and i got into an argument when i was 17 and she drove off screaming that she was going to commit suicide this terrified me for two reasons one she'd already attempted it several times two her mother had committed suicide eight years prior the traumatic part came when she called me saying she had driven to a bridge and was about to drive off into the water she was calmly telling me what she wanted to be buried in and that she wanted me to go live with my half-sister who i barely knew what possessions to give to whom etc while i was hysterically crying i'm begging her not to do it she hung up and i called my aunt and we drove around for hours trying to figure out which bridge she'd been at the next morning she came home she'd never driven to any bridge she'd driven around the corner gone to a liquor store for alcohol and parked behind a strip mall and gotten drunk and slept in the car did i mention her mom had pulled damn near the same thing on her several times before the time she actually followed through slash did it i didn't know that then though my mom and i have a good relationship now mostly but that's the one event i just can't ever forgive her for i used to be a correctional officer in my tenure i saw dozens of fights and injuries i worked an 18-hour shift during a riot i saw a man get stabbed i've smelled burnt flesh i've had my boots saturated with water [ __ ] and piss mixed with blood four deaths occurred during my time serving the state i was the discovering officer for one of those deaths and gathered the evidence that was presented to my state's supreme court it wasn't any of those things that haunt my memory in fact it was something so minor i doubt anyone shared that horrific moment with me it was a flame which i alone burned i was escorting a group of inmate porters pushing food carts to the segregation unit just as we arrived to the door to seg one of the cart pushers who i will not name for the sake of my privacy noticed that there was a baby bird on the ground the baby bird was breathing hard its eyes were closed it looked like it was desperate for help another card pusher raised his boot to put the bird out of his misery but i stopped him as inmate cruelty to animals was an infraction i looked at that bird and an overwhelming sense of sorrow overcame me a brutal awful sorrow that shook me to my core that animal would give anything anything to be in the care of its mother again it needed love it needed care needed rescue there it lay forgotten i pushed the call button on the door and we went in and delivered the carts as the weeks went on that bird withered away and each day i saw that tiny skeleton on the ground a piece of my sanity went with it the actions of some of the men i watched were inconceivable in nature truly awful actions that earned them a lifetime behind that wire however at one point or many points throughout their sentence they were probably like that bird maybe every night they lay in bed with no one to comfort them every day they wake up no one a constant struggle for survival in a hopeless situation i watched a man take some of his last breaths after spending 60 years in the system a life sentence may look like a victory in a moment but long after that moment of victory passes and the wounds begin to heal for the families of the victims there is still a human being shut away from help and hope one day there'll be bones with dry flesh twisting in the breeze i resigned roughly a month after seeing the dying bird while i agree that crimes do deserve to be punished i couldn't hold the gates shut in such a hopeless place while looking at myself in the mirror every day crimes deserve to be punished some criminals deserve death but there are a plurality of individuals in our prison who could have done better and will never get the opportunity to i don't expect anyone to understand this i fully expect criticism for what could be perceived as apathy for the victimized i just needed to get this off my chest as this is the first time i've ever told this story when i was 28 i woke up one november morning got ready for work kissed my girlfriend and started to leave i saw my mom and one of my little brothers 22 walking up the stairs to my living room with broken expressions my mom motioned me to the couch and told me to sit down my stomach dropped because i knew something terrible was about to come out of her mouth we all sat and my girlfriend quickly joined us after hearing them come in my mom couldn't quite look me in the eyes but in a voice like she didn't yet believe it started telling me how the house most of my family lived in had caught fire they weren't 100 sure if it was from the breaker box or the wood furnace because they share a wall then came the bad news the news that stuck in her throat my youngest brother who was seven didn't make it out she told me how my father bravely broke his hand trying to punch through the thick wavy glass cubes of his basement bedroom window she told me how she got the bald patch from trying to go down the stairs and get him and how they barely made it out alive i sat in shock thinking i might wake up from this terrible nightmare the only thing i could do was punch a hole in my apartment wall it took days before i could cry there was nothing but rage in my heart it's not fair for a seven-year-old to die not ever walked into a darkened room barefooted and half awake one saturday morning heard a sickening crunch and wondered what in the world i'd stepped on flipped on the light switch which i'd been headed toward and discovered a pool of very red liquid which i then realized was gushing out of the bottom of my left foot a crystal candle holder had shattered and i'd found out the hard way of course i was home alone because the hubby had let me sleep in while he ran errands i don't really remember much other than the very basic outline of hop to get washcloth compressed foot hop to get cell phone call hubby call 9-1-1 because he's too far from home hop to get fresh washcloth compressed foot hop to get purse hop to unlock door i know the emts thought i was just a hysteric with a scratch until they arrived when an emt looks at something tucks his chin and pops his eyes you know calling was the right thing to do by the time hubby got there they had me on a gurney on the front walk and i have no memory of getting on it or them getting outside one of those dear men was actually inside too wiping up the blood so nobody slipped in it found out later the whole walls looked like something out of a slasher flick because there was bloody handprints along both sides i never want to see that deep into any body especially mine ever again all that said it could have been so much worse if i'd stepped just half an inch differently it would have severed one slash two toes two months after my now ex-wife was removed by cps for threatening to kill me and abduct my son my mother-in-law where my ex-wife went to after rehab called and told me and my son that my ex-wife had been kicked down disappeared and was mumbling about going home four days later i found a suicide note written by my son he was 10. nothing will ever be more terrifying than having to call cps and report your own son as suicidal it took several days of intensive therapy to break him from his nightmare in his eyes he thought i wouldn't be safe until he was dead my ex-wife would keep torturing me so his sole thought was if he killed himself i would be safe even when that broke it took another year of therapy for him not to have panic attacks in public i had been with my alcoholic boyfriend for about three years we went through intervention rehab three relapses i had gotten a message from one of his friends back in march stating they think he had had too much to drink when they were talking on facetime i headed over to his house to find him entirely unconscious covered in vomit struggling to breathe and gurgling his eyes were rolling back in his head i can still play this in my head like a movie i called 9-1-1 five paramedics couldn't get him to regain consciousness he was taken to the er they ventilated him because he couldn't breathe on his own i couldn't be with him because this was during the heightened time of covet 0.43 bac but he survived he relapsed two weeks ago and told me to get the [ __ ] out loving an alcoholic is exhausting and traumatic but luckily for me it's come to a close this traumatic experience has seriously scarred me for life i'm 36 years old i have a hard time in any vehicle because of this when i was 8 years old my family was camping in washington state my mother had been a bad alcoholic with a huge side of ptsd slash depression anxiety from her childhood and young adult life back to the story here my mother woke me up very early dawn asking me to go with her to the store to get a candy and her beer mind you she had been drinking for two days with no eating or sleeping by this point i agreed to go was excited to get some alone time with my mom i fell asleep on the way back to her camping site only to wake up once we hit the dirt logging road the road had a steep incline to the top of a mountain in the cascades i remember my mother was stopped at the bottom of a corner facing up a huge hill that rounded to the next road just before our campsite she was just staring out the windshield blankly i like at this point to think she forgot that i was sitting in the back seat of the suv we launched off the road cliff 30 feet down to a slash pile that stopped us having a dead log going straight through the windshield at an angle just barely missing my head pinned us half in the air and half on the log pile at this point all i remember is getting out of the truck freaking out climbing back up the cliffside to see that the ledge that stopped us had a few feet past it a cliff that went down to the beginning of the road roughly about a 100 foot drop i ran screaming to the campsite for my dad for help the rest is a blur from going into shock from the experience to this day i have a phobia of being in vehicles next to cliffs that makes me hyperventilate but i did just go on a trip to hurricane ridge in the olympic national forest with my husband and children coming down the mountain i cried but i at least went up and down i hope that one day i will be able to enjoy visiting the mountains without a full-blown panic attack this is something i can only share on here because i've never been able to tell anyone in real life except my significant other there are many traumatic times from my early life but the worst was watching my mother get assaulted when i was around 5 years old she was a drug addict and only mingled with other non-savory characters one night she drags me and my infant sister to some strange man's house he lived in the basement and his parents lived upstairs after my sister and i fell asleep on his bed i was abruptly woken up by their screams and to him flipping his bed over the screaming turned into a physical fight and all i can remember is my naked mother yelling for help i was able to run up to the top of the stairs to try and get help especially for my sister who was trapped under the bed i remember reaching the top of the steps that led into his kitchen and close to the door was a butcher block full of knives my little brain was very protective of my mother and i thought i could hurt him with one of the knives at this point the guy's mother appeared and chewed me into another room so she could go and get my sister the next thing i recall is being in this woman's car while my mother is still inside as the car pulled away from the house i looked back and saw my mother has made it out she was still naked covered in blood and running after us but the woman never stopped i was picked up by my grandmother and it wasn't until days later that i saw my mother again i didn't recognize her because her face was black and swollen she looked like a monster my grandmother forced me to hug her and i started crying because i really didn't believe she was my mom i will never know what happened between them that night and why his mother refused to help mine it's been over 30 years since that night and i can still see her [ __ ] up face in my mind i wish that i wouldn't have cried from fear because i'm sure that made the situation worse when i got a bit older i learned that she had to have a metal plate put in her head and that the guy gave her hiv i was working at the local pool and a man named rick had a heart attack i went up to the gym and checked on him my backup came behind and started cpr as he wasn't breathing i forgot my key to get back downstairs to where the aed was so i hit the security door as hard as i could and broke the frame away from the door i'm a big guy and adrenaline was flowing like you wouldn't believe plus it was poorly installed i got the aed and called for a third backup i put the aed on rick's chest we cycled cpr for 30 minutes waiting for an ambulance to arrive and he came back to life on my third cycle of compressor he lived for another year and died on december 23 2016. i got to know him and consider him a friend he had cancer and the chemo caused his heart to weaken and stop sometimes when i see someone in movies doing cpr or read about it in books i think of rick's ribs breaking and flowing underneath my fingers and have a small panic attack it feels like someone is grabbing me by the adam's apple while standing on my chest making it hard to breathe

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Published: Thu Sep 17 2020