in about 2nd grade one of my friends brought a Lego ninjago Lloyd lego to class it looked so cool and I wanted it so bad so I snuck it into my bag at the end of the day and then when he told the teacher he almost started crying and I immediately felt like shit for that so I went and "found it" at the back of the classroom
Once in prep i stole 2 bux of someones lunch money and gave it back at the canteen cuz i felt bad, then the teacher was asking who it was and i turned myself in lol
My older siblings taught me to tell people my daddy was the milkman. People who didn’t know my parents were always horrified. Until they found out that my daddy actually delivered milk so he truly was the milk man
For context, I developed at an early age and most people thought I was in my 20s when in reality I was a minor. Developing early at a young age is a fucking curse. The things people said to me when I was a minor still bother me to this day. Anyway, when I was 13, I was a craft store with my mother. I went to a different section of the store on my own. I wanted to look at the dollhouses they had. This man followed me around. At some point I started speed walking to get away from him but he kept up with me and eventually approached me. He shook my hand, held it, and said "Aren't you a student at (College name)?" I said no. He still wasn't letting go of my hand even though I was trying to pull away. He insisted that he had seen me several times at the college and he wanted to go out for coffee. I told him, "I'm only 13! I don't go to college!" The horror that crossed the man's face...like...wow. He pulled away and apologized SEVERAL times before leaving me alone. I didn't realize at the time why he was so scared, but now I know why. Thank you for reading this long story!
I had a friend in high school who had the same issue. We (a bunch of single teenagers) always poked fun whenever she would complain, saying "at least someone's interested in you."
dude really put "He died in a car craSH ON THE WAY TO MY PARTY" right before the next person started their post with "i hope im not late to the party" Demon
I mean its the perfect place for them. Who expects the abuse counselor to be the abuser. And if someone suspects something the kid get send to the other one and they can cover each other.
When I was 4, my great- grandmother owned a pig farm, and had at least 30+ pigs. While I was waltzing about her property, I saw two of her pigs mating, one on top of the other. Being only 4 years old, I had absolutely no idea what they were actually doing, and to me, it looked liked they were playing a friendly game of leap frog. My great-grandma was doing some yard work while keeping an eye on me, so I went to my great- grandma and said, "Look, Gramma. Those piggies are playing leap frog." She looked to where I was pointing, and saw the two pigs mating. She then decided that it was time to bring me into the house for lunch and "Land Before Time" on VCR.
those csa stories made me feel better about my experiences ngl. i was sexually abused by a teacher when i was about 5 and it seemed like a dream until i turned 8 where my father sexually abused me, i repressed both incidents so they both just seemed like horrible nightmares. i later found out they actually happened. hearing people talk about their own experiences really helps sometimes, i feel less alone and disgusting. if you’re going through that shit, you will make it. you matter, and you are more than what you experienced. you’re a beautiful, amazing person. you’re valid, and appreciated.
You are so kind to write this to other SA survivors. I’ve had to come to some pretty horrifying realizations way later in life based on my fuzzy childhood memories. Sometimes I wish I could just forget it. But I’m thankful for people like you who make me feel less alone. Thank you. I hope all your dreams come true because you’re a good person and deserve good things to happen to you. Bless you. 💗💗💗
😂😂Ahhh that reminds of one time in middle school that my friend gave me a signed CD of my favorite emo band. Apparently her boyfriend went to their concert. I realized some time later after I found out she lied to me about something big that she probably lied about that too. The signatures didn’t even match and it looked like her handwriting tbh.
Once when I was like 10 or 11, I answered the phone and a male voice on the other end kept asking me what I was wearing. I somehow convinced myself that it was my brother playing a prank on me so I kept calling him by my brothers name and telling him that I wasn't going to fall for his tricks this time. The guy on the other end got more and more increasingly frustrated until he yelled "I'm Not 'brother'!" Then he hung up on me. I was so proud of myself for not being pranked that I gloated to my brother the next day when he got back from his friends house. He just gave me a weird look. It took me a couple years to really understand what actually happened that day and I am so proud of younger me.
One of my friends died in a car crash because he wasn't wearing a seatbelt and was sitting in the front, my parents didn't tell me until two years later
When I was in the 6th grade we made cards for a little boy who had cancer. I drew flowers on mine because I was good at drawing flowers. Then, I drew a black flower. I liked how they looked so I drew more black flowers. Black flowers mean death. I didn’t realize until I was in 8th grade.
If it makes you feel better, your drawing probably wasn’t interpreted like that. The parents would know the cards came from children and the boy himself was likely unaware of what black flowers can mean.
For basically my entire childhood, my grandma would take care of me and my older brother because our parents worked until really late in the evening. Grandma’s house was basically our second home. So when my mom started picking me up way more often in middle school, I was kinda caught off guard, but I didn’t question it. In fact, I was happy that I could go home right after school, as grandma’s house was kinda boring tbh. I never even thought of asking why she was picking us up all the time because I was busy being happy about it. It was only until a few months ago that I realized the reason. It turns out, my uncle (who lives with my grandma) was a hardcore drug user, and during an episode, he tried to kill my other uncle (who also lived with my grandma) while under the influence of drugs. My grandma and mom hid that remarkably well because I had no idea that my uncle was struggling with drug addiction; he was a really funny, chill, and seemingly happy guy who always liked to mess around with me and my brother, so I never expected him to have that kind of side to him. I still care about him very much, and I hope he is doing better since I haven’t seen him in a while. As for my other uncle who almost got stabbed, i feel so sorry for him since he had to experience something like that at such a young age (he’s in his early 20’s and still attending college).
i was at my friends house when I was ten and she found handcuffs on the floor. She was playing around with them and noted how easily they could be opened... then i asked her what’s the point of them if you can take them off yourself (it was hard to but possible) and her dad from another room just goes ‘it’s not if you _can_ take them off, it’s if you _want_ to take them off.’ I didn’t get that till a few weeks ago.
I was bullied pretty horrifically. When i was about 10 or so some of the most virulent bullies started saying loudly that i had sex with my dad and brothers. When i was young i just thought it was an extension of the bullying. I had a realization in my 20s that one of or more than one of my childhood bullies was probably being molested or raped at home and while it wasnt true for me, no kid that young thinks that up as their insult du jour. It made me wish i could go back in time and help them.
@@holoangie9106 ssssoooo, rather than privately reaching out to help someone that had something traumatic happen too, she made a comment about , but for herself, and you’re justifying it by saying SHES JUST AS TRAUMATIZED AS WELL🥴???!!!?!!!?? Just go keep up with the kardtrashians😒
When I was 9 or 10 (this would have been around 1979 or 1980) I was playing in a playground and jumped off the monkey bars into the sand. As I started to run away I realized my right foot was stuck to the ground. I looked and saw that I had landed on a board with a huge nail in it and the nail was sticking out of the tom of my shoe, having gone right through my foot. Fortunately I have a fake leg and my fake foot was the one with a nail in it. At the time I figured the board had been accidently left by a careless carpenter fixing the playground equipment. I pulled the nail out of my foot and threw the board into the trash so no one would get hurt, then I just didn't think about it again for a bit over 20 years. There was a story in the news about how someone had booby trapped a playground by gluing razor blades to the equipment where kids would grab on but could not be seen from the ground. At least two kids were badly hurt. It wasn't until then that I realized the board had been left by some sicko to hurt a child. It was just pure luck that the child who was caught in the booby trap happened to be an amputee and he landed on the board with his fake foot and was not hurt at all. I remember an older woman who was their watching us kids play. I assumed she was the grandmother of one of the other kids playing. I laughed to myself at her expression having seen me impale myself on a nail and not even react. Just pull the nail out and throw the board away, then go back to playing as if nothing had happened. I think any normal adult would have called the police and brought attention to what had happened. Unless that adult was the one who set the trap, perhaps hoping to play the hero when a kid was hurt. I believe that older lady set the trap and was too shocked that her plan didn't work to say anything. I have always enjoyed shocking people with my leg, even when it happens by accident, which is why I remember her. But I'm about 90% sure she set the trap in the first place.
When I was 15 I was on an app where people posted secrets anonymously and this one guy was complaining that his girlfriend gave him crabs and I told him that he should be grateful and that crabs are wonderful pets and so many people kept telling me how embarrassed they were for me and it finally clicked 5 years later.
I got pink cowgirl boots from the tooth fairy for my first molar. a lot of people immediately think that I had money growing up when I say that but I got a notebook, glue, and glitter for my birthday the week after. I think my mom was so exited about my exitement and wanted to make the tooth fairy seem more magical than my mom. I love her
When I was little, my mom had me doing lots of stuff like aerobics and gymnastics classes. I never really thought much about it, until a couple years ago when she offhandedly mentioned that I hadn't been able to jump, or throw or catch a ball until about 2nd grade (along with having to do something similar to the 'motor skills' class mentioned at 12:28 in kindergarten). In hindsight it's glaringly obvious that it was meant to help me develop basic motor skills that I was behind on...
When I was around 10, I got two goldfish. One of them was pretty normal looking, the other one had some black spot. We got them from a pet shop, to be honest I think the fish had some infection or something. Didn’t realise at the time though, I just thought “I want to be able to tell which one’s which” - which was a bit silly of me. I decided to name the normal one Speedy and the black spot one Yoshi. Yoshi was my favourite character to play in mario kart, haha. Not sure why I called the other one Speedy, just a typical goldfish name I guess. So we get the fish home, settle them in and get them in the tank. And I’m gonna be honest, these fish seemed to hate each other. Speedy constantly seemed to chase Yoshi. A few weeks later, my parents tell me that Yoshi went to the vet and was put down. I was pretty sad, I wished my parents had taken me with them to the vet. I didn’t really expect it. I didn’t question what had happened to him though, not at all. Five years passes, and I’m talking to my family about the fishes we used to have. I talked about how Yoshi was put down at the vet. Then, my family breaks the news to me. ...Yoshi hadn’t been put down... Yoshi had died in the tank, and my dad had flushed his body down the toilet before I got home. I feel absolutely terrible about these fish now. I mean, I know they’re only fish, but my stupid decision and my parents allowing me to get these fish really ruined their lives. However, although Yoshi’s life was cut short, Speedy’s has been much different. Speedy stayed with us for a few years, but within those years I realised that the life he was living was cruel and unfair. He had no friends, his tank was too small for him, and he was miserable. So, we gave him to my aunt, who owns a big pond filled with lots of fish. When Speedy first entered the pond he gave a leap of joy. He soon found a group of friends, and he is still happy and well to this day. :) R.I.P. Yoshi.
Yeah, I had a fish when I was like 7, the other one was my brother's. We would look at them in the fish tank for months. Then they got sick. For a few weeks we tried to save them by putting fish medicine in the water (from an actual pet shop, we were not dumbass crackheads). But the fish died. Mine first. So I was jealous for a week since I had no fish and my brother had one. Then his died. RIP
@@SarafinaSummers Yeah we saw him regularly, especially my mum who was very close to my aunt. He passed away a couple of years ago now, he lived a happy life.
Yeah but like the police most likely would have said that they cannot do anything due to a lack of evidence. So the mother probably knew that and decided to ignore it just so that she doesn’t have to waste her time of the police aren’t going to do anything
Lol cops can't do anything about crimes that have happened but had no evidence. You think they can do shit about future crimes or might have happeneds?
@@melodygarrison8071 Thank You!! Because even if they couldn't arrest him, there's a record of what he looked like, what his vehicle looked like, and a way to be prepared that if something happens to a child near by they have a description. Besides, for a long while you could get pulled over for suspicious behavior and what if he already had a child in the vehicle that needed saved? Saying something instead of nothing can help even if it doesn't seem like it.
Idk about you people, but where im from they at least would try to identify the person and 'keep an eye out', especially if its in an area where kids often are (eg schools or parks)
I followed my mom into the bathroom when I was like 3 or 4, I asked her what all that red stuff was in the toilet after she was done peeing. She told me it was a baby... I just left it there. Years later, realized she was talking about her period.
when I was little I was in the bathroom with my mom and there was a blood clot in the toilet. I said "mommy are you okay?" and she said "yeah sometimes your pee is red" on a different occasion, in fourth grade, we hadn't had the talk yet. I saw tampons and asked my mom what they were. she said that I didn't want to know. fifth grade rolls around and I found out they weren't to shove up your nose
When I was about 11 my parents were in the kitchen making dinner. I walked in to see my mom tenderizing the meat & said "what are you doing mom? Beating your meat?" The inexplicable rage that filled my fathers eyes made me run into the dining room where my dad slapped me in the mouth FIVE times. I was ELEVEN I had no clue what "Beating your meat" meant at that age! So I never understood why I was punished (or why I was punished so harshly for that matter, one to two slaps, fine. But five is overkill) It wasn't until a couple years later that I remembered & finally got it. I brought it up while having dinner with my parents a while back (I'm 30 now). My dad did not engage in that conversation, nor did he even look at me while I was talking about it. It's not like the phrase "beating your meat" is a taboo thing in my family. We're all pretty chill & goof around a lot. But it was like my dad completely checked out of that conversation. And there was no explanation on why he slapped me five times...
Some great parenting techniques right there! Hitting your child, punishing too much and without an explanation, punishing for something your kid clearly doesnt know, not being able to apologize even years later. 10/10 parents!
@@Ariplaygames from about the age of 10 on my parents weren't great. Spanking & hitting your child in the 90s to very early 2000s was the "norm" for discipline, but without reasoning to learn why he hit me was messed up. They're one of the many reasons why they're never getting grandchildren out of me.
@@TwiggyHetfield27 Oh I know! I grew up in that era. I wasnt hit much but only cause my mom realized with my older sister that the more she made us fear the more we would rebel and the least we would respect her. By the time I was grown enough and not terrified enough to defy her and she hit me for the first time, I felt nothing. Still have a lot of trauma from watching my mom beat the shit out of my 14 yo sister while I tried to stop her as a 6yo. She ended up being more psocologically abusive than physical at least to me, my poor sister got both. She is the main reason I will never have kids too.
I know I’m very late but I remembered mine. My dad was a severe alcoholic since before I was born, specifically Bud Light... it was so bad mom had to convince me Bud Light was soda when I was three. But why didn’t I ever ask to drink it? I didn’t and still don’t like soda. Wasn’t until I saw an ad about Bud light and I turned to my mom and basically had the most classic, horrified “you lied to me” face you’ve ever seen. I was extremely infuriated at a lot of things. Side note: I was probably 10+ when I found out, I am 14 now and my dads been sober for 2+ years cause he had really bad seizures because of his drinking. Proud of him honestly because he learned to stop himself.
Back in 2009 when Justin Bieber was really super big, he had just came out with his own brand or perfume and all the girls where disgusting loudly in class about what it probability smelled like. With out even thinking I butted into their conversation and stated that it probably smelled like a wet beaver. All of a sudden we hear an uproar of laughter coming from out English teacher. She was laughing so hard she started to cough and wheeze. She said it was funniest thing she ever heard and I was super confused on why and she refused to elaborate. Took me almost a decade to figure out what was so funny.
>Gives the tooth fairy a drawing of a tooth >Gets a drawing of a dollar holy shit that was so funny, I hope one of my kids misplaces their teeth so I can do that
When my first tooth came out my dad put a fake dollar bill (like the ones that come in those cash register toys) and said that that's all the tooth fairy had. Not that many years later I realized my dad's an a**hole because we had more money than needed to live so why cheap out like that 😤
I'm the youngest of 4. My sister had epilepsy (she had surgery that stopped them thank the the gods) that made her sorta developmentally disabled. I helped my mom with keeping an eye on my sister, laundry, cooking, cleaning and anything around the house as long for as a remember. My older brothers would be at their friends house. I thought it was normal for me to take care of the house and my sister because my brothers wouldn't. Turns out my brothers were trouble makers and getting in to drugs, my dad was working his ass off to keep the bills paid and I was the only one willing to help with out yelling at my mom and was very calm with my sister with out adding extra stress. I was always told that the youngest kid always gets spoiled and get away with everything. It always confused me as a kid lol.
@@reyanair949 Thank you. I'm sure you are amazing as well. I'm sure that is a pain in the a$$ to deal with. I hope you and your family are safe and well.
@@Travis-guy-247 my sister had a bruise on her brain (traumatic birth) the size of a pinky nail. They were able to remove it. Which stopped the seizures. Its been 10 months since she had any seizures. I don't remember what the name of the surgery was. I'll look it up on her paper work.
@@gracealexandrea2150 Ahh fair enough, I'll look it up. I think I have mild epilepsy, I've been having focal aware seizures since I was about 10 (a mild form of seizure where you are conscious and can still somewhat function even when it is happening) and I'm now 24. I've never been officially diagnosed though, because if I go to the doctors they'll take my driving licence off me (which isn't fair, since they never happen when my brain is preoccupied or stimulated I.e. when driving). I just live with it in silence.
My half-brother (dad’s son from a previous relationship) died when I was around 13, and I was told he died in a “freak accident” at home. I only learned years later that he was a heroin addict, and had relapsed and died of an overdose. All the parties we would attend with him and his friends at my grandma’s house we sobriety celebrations, and the friends were other members of his heroin recovery group. Later, when I was 18, my mom and dad separated after years of him becoming depressed over his son’s death and having an affair. Ever since I learned the truth, I’ve decided that I’m never doing drugs, no matter how shitty life gets, and that people who are addicted to heroin or other hard drugs should get help instead of going to prison.
When I was 4 I used to hang out with this other little girl. Sometimes a plane would fly overhead, and she'd say "I wonder if my grandma's on that one" or something like it. It didn't hit me until recently that her grandma had probably passed away and her parents' explanation is that she was in the sky now.
In 2nd grade, I made a small toy dinosaur run up a teaching assistant's skirt. I had zero idea why I was in the principal's office and just wanted to go back outside and play with the other kids but was happy when I went home early.
I had a babysitter when I was young who had a couple sons who were in their late teens/early 20s. When i was about 6 or so, one of them had me do some not so child appropriate things with him. Fortunately it didn’t go too far nor did it last long. I had forgotten about it for 10 years and after I realized, I never really got it out of my head. I’m asexual now and become incredibly uncomfortable when in intimate situations and I absolutely believe that had played at least some role in where I am now.
My babysitter did some things with me when I just hit puberty. 11 or 12 my mom noticed I was acting different that night and everything came out that night. My parents were able to protect me and I didn't realize how messed up it was until my highschool years. Not intercourse but some serious things. I blocked that out for years. I never let anyone babysit my kids when they were growing up. She was a family friend and some really messed up stuff could have happened if it wasn't for for mom being very observant.
I know how you feel. Two babysitters did things to me as well. No one believed me when I told them about those girls. There was this old guy that lived down the street... we were warned to stay away from him... after he already did things. My own father... may he burn in hell. I have flashbacks... but I have no idea if there were others or if it was just from multiple incidents with those people. And telling people about it now would do nothing. The people involved are all dead now anyways.
I never questioned why i lived with my grandparents as a kid. And i also didnt question when this lady in a red suit came to our house every week and asked me questions with my grandma in the room. I was probably only 3 and only remembered how she smelt like coffee and an office and didn't understand why she just stopped showing up and it only clicked that she was childrens aid society worker because of the adoption. Its really super clever how cps interviews children who have no idea whats going on so they just casually spill whatevers going on in their life.
I had this “friend” I used to know, my grandmother was friends with hers and we met that way. We used to get along pretty well. Once, when I was over, one of her other friends came over and she basically abandoned me for her. That happened pretty often and I was left with her older brother. He was always nice to me though, and only a year older then me. I guess I didn’t realize how close we had gotten and how much time we spent together. When I was over at their place, we decided we wanted to play Minecraft on the PlayStation. However their were only two controllers and my friend got mad that I had one of them. She demanded that I handed it over, but her brother stood up for me telling her to quit and she could get her turn. So called friend proceeds to say “You’re so obsessed with them! Just marry them if you care so much.” He went quiet for a few seconds before mumbling, “Well I wouldn’t mind that..” I hadn’t realized till around 2-3 years later that he had a crush on me. I hadn’t really understood romance since I was 9-10 at the time. Lost contact with the brother, but I wish I could thank him for standing up for me all those times.
When I was a kid one of my parents friends Red brought over a couple books for my parents. I loved books as a kid and when I went to go look at them they smelled funny, I thought it was because they were “old” and told everyone I loveedd the smell of old books while deeply sniffing the pages while the adults laughed, about 10 years later I smelled weed for the first time and instantly recognized the smell as the “old” books Red brought my parents and found out the bag he used to carry the books were also carrying ALOT of weed, makes me laugh. Edit:I remember going to the library in my school sniffing all the old books I could find and I was always disappointed they didn’t smell like Red’s. Even funnier the books he brought were brand new at the time
The only reason why the kid and his brother were not kidnapped was due to him, not the parents, who is not even willing to protect them or other children from potential kidnappers after they saw him! That's terrifying to think of how many people has indirectly enabled the creeps to get away because they chose to ignore it.
Well, by not reporting this pontential kidnapper has indirectly assisted him and he could go on and kidnap/abuse other children. The cops may also have victims on file and maybe looking for him at the time. That was not responsible behavior on the parents part.
Once heard thumping coming from my parents bedroom when I came home from school, my dad was at work so I went to check. I saw my mom in the bed with our neighbor, Garret. He immediately jumped off her and covered himself with the blanket, my mom then told me how they were just play-wrestling and as an 8 year old I believed her. It never clicked why my dad divorced her until about 5 years ago.
I remember when I was young my great aunt had a female friend that lived with her. Neither of them were married and had no children, they just lived together. Later, my aunt's friend died and we were all really sad about it. Some years later, she had another female friend move in with her for some time. I was an adult before it clicked for me that my great aunt was gay
I never understood why mom kept sending me to spend time with grandparents as much as she could or why my grandma got extra sweet and protective when I let it slip that I hate when dad yells at us and gets angry and why she was sad because my mom never told her anything. I knew something was wrong but I didn't understand til I was much older that my mom was trying to protect me from abusive household and that grandma, having suffered abuse herself for a long time, wanted to help both of us escape that situation and give me peace of mind at least for a while. She was absolutely incredible woman and although most of my memories prior to age 15 are fuzzy and locked away somewhere in the back of my mind, big number of few of those I still remember are of time spent with her. (Btw I'm not native English speaker so sorry if it doesn't make sense...)
A girl I knew had a rag doll and she had made a hole in the in the bottom of it with her finger. It took many years for me to realize she had been molested.
@General Gallows I don't think they're too young to know when certain kids have to go through it everyday. I just think they are to young to know the explicits of it.
When I was a child, I was so accustomed to every adult smoking joints all the time, that I just assumed everyone in the world did it... until I was in about 8th grade 🙄😭😂 Nope- just my mother and her pothead friends and family.
Hahahahahaha it's funny but not so much at the same time when you find out that you and one other family are the only ones with parents that are stoners or alcoholics/drug addicts.. The other family were my step mum's drug/drink buddies.
@@Brievel do you mean as a parent?? Or in general? Because there's lots of people who don't touch drugs and that's kinda the point of this comment, we were the only kids at school with parents who did drugs.
I thought it was normal for your town to have a cbd dispensary in family video. Nope. Everybody does not have a pot dispensary in town that is majorly prominent.
16:38 reminded me of when I was 6 and went to the zoo with my mom, and how my mom and a bunch of other adults around me started laughing so hard when I excitedly said "LOOK MOMMY, THE TURTLES ARE PLAYING LEAP-FROG!" She still teases me about it to this day XDDDDD
When I was five, I asked my grandma how old she was (of course I didn't know that was a rude question to ask a lady). She just looked at me and answered "30". I was surprised and said "that's pretty young for a grandma", but I believed her for a few years, until I did the math and realized there's no way it could be true.
My mom yelled "I hate that family and want nothing to do with them, and now you're making me HATE YOU!!!" at me after she saw me talking to one of the neighbor kids, which scared me, and caused me to apologize to her because I thought I did something wrong even though I didn't know anything about that. It took me years later to finally realize she was just a crazy bitch that enjoyed gaslighting me (amongst COUNTLESS other years of abuse). For context, she was talking about a neighbor family that she "hated them" because the daughter of that family had the absolute audacity to "raise her voice" at my youngest brother (AKA her precious baby, AKA the golden child), while he was over at their house playing with the kids. Why did this neighbor girl "raise her voice" at my brother? Because both he and her siblings were playing in the middle of the street, and she had to raise her voice in order for them all to hear her. My mom heard this, and was "disappointed" in the neighbor girl that she dared "yell" at her precious baby, and since then she cut contact with them altogether. Yes, my mom got mad and wanted nothing to do with a neighbor family all because one of the had the absolute nerve to shout at my brother to stop playing in the middle of the street. No, this was NOT the extent of how crazy she was, but it's certainly a good indicator to it. She swore that her hypocritical holier than thou attitude (yes, she was also a reborn christian hypocrite) made her better to not associate with anyone, all while she continued to preach garbage that she NEVER followed through with.
oh i totally can relate. never knew what to call it, myself. do you call it bat shit crazy? or likely there's some psychobabble term for it. there usually is. all i can honestly say is wait until the person's dead. things Will improve markedly and you may finally be able to heal some.
My brother was ten years older then me and lived next door. One morning when I was 13 years old, I walked by his house and he was standing outside and waved at me. This was impossible, because he had taken all his medication the night before to kill himself (schizophrenia) and he was dying on his bed at the time I saw him wave to me. Well, he didn't die. He did 12 years later though. When he died he weighed close to 400 lbs. The day he waved at me he weighed about 200 lbs. The man who waved to me weighed close to 400lbs. I didn't think about it until years later, but Joe was saying goodbye to me when he had a chance too. Its ok if people don't believe this, im not sure what I even believe myself in regards to this incident. Just thought I would share.
His brother appeared to him the day he almost died from overdose. Except it wasn't really his present brother, rather his brother from the future. ... I heard something similar about seeing someone's ghost even before they actually died.
My mom didn't tell me I had adhd until 6 years after she found out and didn't get me diagnosed and medicated until 2 years after that. She wasn't against medication or anything, she just thought the easily distracted little kid thing was cute and felt like she had the right to keep me from being academically successful and socially accepted. Only found out recently
10:19-11:33 legit made me break down in tears because my mom used to be homeless and didn't tell me about it for 5 years because she knew I would have wanted to help but couldn't have bought a plane ticket to P.A to help her the fact that she was such a good mom and was such a sweet and caring person completely broke me. I still have nightmares about it because she was basically living in the back of a broken down van where there we're shootings and drive by's happening all the time.
I was definitely within toddler age when one day, while visiting my dad, my dad and step-mom went out of the house for a while and left my half-brother in charge of me. everything was fine for a while before he took me to the bathroom then he laid down and unzipped his pants and revealed his male part. Now as both a toddler and a girl, I've never seen this before and wondered how it worked until my dad and step-mom came back and everything was treated as it was normal and that was the only time that has happened. It wasn't until sometime in my high school years that I realized that I could've been in big trouble let alone traumatized and thank my stars for my dad and step-mom coming back home at the right time before things got any worse. Another plus note was some time afterwards (I was in Elementary school at this time) I never saw my half-brother ever again.
I REALLY feel where the guy who lost his mom to pain killers is coming from.. I didn't think that my mom's addiction to them started until I was in Jr High, but talking to family now, I realize it was going on my entire childhood. I loved my mom through it all, but I hated her addiction and the wedge it drove between us at the end. She died December 2010.
yeah, same here. My mom's drug and alcohol problems stemmed way before i was even born though, and it only really dawned on me when i hit 11-12ish in age when i found the cut up pieces of straws and empty capsules of adderall that was SUPPOSED to be taken by my brother (who didn't even need it in the first place, he was just the one who would lie for her to get it; what she didn't do herself she sold to her "friends" who were in and out of the house all hours of the day and night). However, I have no sympathy for her because she did whatever she needed to for her next fix and quite a lot of those things weren't great for me. Shit's crazy. A mix of fuzzy kid memories and addicts knowing just what to do to hide it makes things real rocky for sure.
I knew a kid back when I went to private school. I don't know his name. I'll call him Paulie. He failed second grade three times. It turns out his mom had drug problems so he had problems. He was later adopted and put into private school. His adoptive parents were white conservative christians.
i have always heard stories like this about painkillers and i'm terrified to take mine when necessary because of the addiction risk. sorry for your pain of dealing with that and for your loss.
4:50, experienced something similar. Father said he was growing tomatoes in his room in a big black casing without realizing tomatoes need sun. Years later I asked my mom what happened to his tomatoes and she said he was trying to grow weed, but he’s not too bright and bought the male seeds or flowers when it’s the females that sprouts the stuff to smoke .
My dad used to take me to this lady’s house to play with her kids while they “played grown up games” in the other room. One day the girl and I were outside picking berries and came inside to get a bowl and saw our parents with needles shots in the couch. I asked what they were for and my dad told me “Mrs. Nancy’s medicine” years later I realized he was cheating on my mom with her and they were shooting up with us kids there. My parents divorced shortly after this happened.
When me and my dad was waiting outside of my brother's school to pick him up, we suddenly hear a weird, loud noise as if something is exploding from the sky. I looked up and I saw (according to my memory) a spaceship that looked exactly like Han Solo's one from Star Wars passed by in the sky and disappeared behind a house. That gave me the belief that I just saw an actual alien spaceship in real life and made me believed in the existence of the living beings outside Earth for a while... (I still do btw) Not until like last year when I was sitting on my dad's motorbike, I saw 2 fighter jets flying in the sky (probably for a training), they flied so steadily that they looked unreal. It gave me a flashback of that childhood memory, then I thought to myself "Waaait... so you are telling me that alien spaceship was just a fighter jet?"
My friend in first grade whisper to me a secret and made me promise to not tell anyone. The secret in question, was that her dad told her that “they were considering adding brown and black to the rainbow”. I had no idea who “they” were, but I promised. I thought it was about a rainbow in the sky, and for a while I always thought it was scientifically impossible. In 6-7th grade I told my science teacher about it and they agreed. It wasn’t until freshman year that I realized that her dad was probably talking about the gay pride flag.
When I was about six I was sexually harassed by teen boys at our church, i thought it was just playing, but since then I started to feel uncomfortable near males, I couldn't hug or show affection to my dad and brothers. I had a hard time making friends with boys, I flinch when they try to touch me, and most times I end up in a squabble with them, I was sent to the principal once for punching one. During elementary I thought it was normal to hate boys, but I end up carrying this anger to high school, and seeing my female friends so comfortable socializing with boys, made me realized that something was wrong with me. It was the end of high school that everything fell into place, I wasn't a very nice kid, i don't want to justify it, but there's this hate and anger that I've been carrying all these years because subconsciously I knew what happened was wrong. The realization hit me hard, it messed me for a few more years but now I'm starting to let it go. It's so fucked up that for them it's only one day of fun, but the effect on me lasted for years.
It's alright to feel angry, know how it feels. Just hope it gets better for you, getting trauma from a childhood event is a very normal thing and we're all just trying to protect ourselves from the things that have hurt us
Oh, I guess that reminds me :V When I was very young abt 3-4 years old, my great grandma died when it's my sisters birthday, my reaction was fine because I thought she was only sick and needed some rest, my sister were crying real hard so.i don't understand what was happening. Abt the age when I was 10, I asked again, I used to ask this when I was 5 "Mom, where is grandma? She would be here by now, she's been resting for MANY YEARS" Then she said "Listen, she's dead" My reaction was EXTREMELY SURPRISED-😭
Yeah my dad had HUGE tomato plants he kept in the shed. Never askwd why all the other tomato plants were outside but at 13 it clicked when my friend introduced me to her dad's mull plants around the back of their shed hahah
I love the red hair story for two reasons. 1. A friend of my 10 year old daughter is a red head in both senses of the word. Both her parents are light blonde but with a hint of strawberry, and she got all of their strawberry genes and they fused into a carrot. (She is the spitting image of her father, so there is no suspicion of any mailman involvement.) 2. When my now 17 year old daughter was 4 ½ she taught herself how to write in order to write me notes saying "duma mama", perhaps corresponding to "dumm moma" or "stoopid moma". One day when she must have been 5 I found a note on the door mat (it appeared to have come through the mail slot) saying sweet things about me but not very well spelt and in very childish letters, and signed "Brevbärarn" - "the postman". I told her father that I had received a love letter from the postman. He was very amused and said: "That's what I've always suspected." Our daughter obviously did not understand why we laughed. She had thought that her father was not as nice to me as she though he ought to be, and thought that I was due a little appreciation from someone outside. She might also have considered quitting writing me "duma mama" notes... (I told my partner that our postman at the time was a woman.)
When I was younger I went to a local festival at the fair grounds with my mom, twin, and stepdad, I think I was 6, maybe 7, but not much older. I wanted to stop and look at everything we passed. At one point we turned a corner, and I hadn't realized they had all kept walking and I stopped to look at some toys that someone had at their station(?), I looked up to tell my mom about one that looked cool (I think it was a stuffed giraffe)- but she wasn't there. I started freaking out because I couldn't find her- turning around in a circle, looking everywhere for someone familiar, stuck my finger in my orange soda can and cut my finger on the aluminum, started crying, pretty soon this man came up to me, he was really tall and was wearing dark shades but i can't remember much about him except his clothing- white or grey tee with some blue writing on it and khakis, he asked me if I was lost, I told him "yes sir," and he grabbed my shoulder and said he thought he saw my parents, we started walking and then my mom showed up saying "there you are, there you are!" and the man let go of me and started walking away without saying anything to her- not sure if he had actually thought he had seen my parents or not but looking back at it now it's definitely unsettling.
Regarding #1 (the redhead) - my sister got the same question and mom told her the red hair came from the milkman. One day my sister came home from school and gleefully told Mom she'd met the red-headed milkman that day and told him exactly what Mom had said. Too many things happened in my childhood that weren't good, so I'll share one that's funny instead. On one of our annual road trips to visit grandparents, we stopped at a roadside park to use the restrooms. Tons of graffiti on the walls. I was about 6 and an advanced reader, so I could read all of it. I entertained myself by reading it while I sat there, then went back to the car and asked Mom if there were really crabs in the toilet. Mom looked confused and asked why I thought that. I repeated the one bit of graffiti on the wall that I had memorized: "Don't throw toothpicks in the john - crabs can polevault!" Mom turned 3 shades of red and refused to tell me what it meant. Took me years to realize what it was about - but I've never forgotten it.
"Crabs" are pubic lice... and if they had toothpicks to pole vault then they could infect anyone using that toilet! 😆 I wouldn't even try to explain that to a little kid.
When I was real young, I was always taken out of class at certain times of the week to have sessions with who I assume was a counselor. I don’t remember anyone else having to do this in Pre-K. Looking back, I think it might have had to do with the fact I was diagnosed with Aspergers pretty soon after I was born. I had isolated sessions with a counselor who taught me how to function socially all throughout my school years.
so sad for my youngest grandson, who had to grow up with no diagnosis or treatment, because his dad would not admit that a child of his could have any problem. the only way we know, is that the child's aunt read about asperger's, and the boy had all the symptoms. he's very bright, is married, has a job, but with treatment and the right meds, he could be much happier and more successful.
Same, I use to see an occupational therapist to develop my motor skills and things like that. Really cool to know someone had a similar experience as me!
Omg, 1:10 is so relatable to me. One of my “friends” stole my first ex and hid it behind one of the cards in their binder. After about 20 minutes of me searching and asking people if they’ve seen it, she randomly found it in one of the pockets of her binder. She didn’t even try to make it convincing by going through and checking all of them. Literally, the first one she checked had it. Then, a couple years later I brought a book full of all my rarest and coolest cards to school. One kid asked to look at it and I said sure. He was very adamant that I didn’t need to be near him while he looked. While I was gone, he stole 20+ of my rarest cards and I didn’t notice until the car ride home. Luckily I eventually got them back, but I never trusted him again.
Ok so my dad is very smart and I’ve learned more from him than school has ever taught me, but him and my mom always convinced me that the tooth fairy, Easter bunny, and Santa were all real and people just didn’t believe in them. I believed this until a few months ago (I’m still in my tween years, so yeeeah this was recent) and I was in my mom’s apartment. I lost my tooth and put it under my bed for the tooth fairy. My bed was positioned where she wouldn’t have been able to put anything there without waking me up, and I have a loft bed. She put the money on the table and when I asked she said “well the tooth fairy couldn’t get to your pillow so she just put it on the table!” I decided to use the money for shopping, and I gave it to my dad so he could buy it. They I looked at it and realized something. My mom gave me some money a few weeks before, but I didn’t use it and gave it back to her. The bills had numbers written on them and these had the same numbers… my life flashed before my eyes
My parents used to send my brother and I on vacation by ourselves to visit family and or close friends while they stayed home. Didnt think much of it, as a kid just thought it was cool. Turns out mom sent us every time she had to have a talk with my dad about his pain pill addiction and didn't want us to see them fight/ almost get divorced. I Appreciate it though honestly
I wanted to sing a song with my friend at a school talent show but the teacher didn't allow us to do the song we wanted to, we were obviously upset and didn't understand why. Now when I listen to the song I realize that it was probably because the lyrics are a bit inappropriate...
It was a Finnish pop song (Nettiin by Jenni Vartiainen), I can't find a good translated video but the lyrics are basically about a woman who broke up with a guy and then the guy posted some video online (probably a sextape or something) and the woman regrets that she let him film it
I also have a reoccurring dream about me telling my mother that my older cousin did something to me in his bedroom, and she beat the crap out of him. When I was a teenager I asked my mother about it and she told me she doesn't remember anything like that. But my whole life she always warned me not to be alone with him.
That one about the black eye just reminded me of the time my mother told me, out of the blue, that she had “stupidly” walked into a door and gotten a black eye. I hadn’t even noticed the black eye (because: makeup), but she pointed it out to me, and blurted out that ridiculous explanation. My father was/is a very verbally and emotionally abusive man, who was physically abusive to me once, and on a few occasions with my brother. I had never seen him be abusive to my mother, though. So I didn’t think twice about it, at the time. But now I’m fairly certain he hit her, as he had once hit me, when no one could see it.
I was like 6. We moved bc mom divorced dad. The guy she hired to move our stuff was a creep. He put a bag of screws (I think) in my underwear drawer and told me not to tell my mom. He later on asked me for the bag. I didn’t realize that this was weird until I thought about it in middle school. Watch your kids, and watch the movers. Edit: Just a Normal bag of screws people. & I only said this story because it’s weird to have someone digging in your drawers just to find your underwear drawer and put something in it. No matter what.
When I was a kid I was wondering around my apartment complex till I spotted a blue balloon on the floor I got excited cuz I was bored and the first thing that popped into my head was to turn it to a water balloon which I did I kept throwing it in the air and catching it to entertain my self until I missed it and realized it didn’t pop once it hit the floor I was surprised and thought I found a special water balloon maybe the only one in the world that doesn’t pop so I kept tossing it around trying to pop it but it wouldn’t budge until I seen my brother coming home I couldn’t wait to show him what I found but as soon as I showed him he quickly threw it away and told me to wash my hands I never understood why until I was grown I was like 😳
@@Rosesofblood it was a used condom; usually they’re plain clear rubber, but some brands make them in different colors so they look less boring and medical
When I was 5 or so, I had baths with my sister, and after a few years I had to stop taking baths with her. I never understood why, I thought it was because there wasn't enough room.
This reminded me of me and my cousin sister... She is 2 years younger than me and we use to take bath together since like we were toddler till we were 11-12.... Now I know why we stopped... Maybe she and my family are little more mature than me...
When I was younger I was playing in the front yard with my cousin and this guy came up and asked us if wanted to help him find his puppy. Then my grandma came out and saw what he was doing and told him to go away, she then took us all inside and whooped us. Till this day that did make sense on why she whooped us but whatever. Long story short he tried to kidnap us.
My brothers weren't playing at the playground or getting icecream when they went out and didnt take me with them. They were drinking, doing drugs, and drag racing. They never did bad stuff with me though, when I did get to go with them we got ice cream, went to the playground together.
When an elder man cornered me while smiling/chuckling pervertedly. I ran away because he make me uncomfortable. I, at the time, thought that he mistook me for his grandchild and that I was rude for leaving. I experienced no trauma from that event, but I realised what he was actually doing a few years ago. I still wonder what would happen if I didn’t react fast enough
I was flashed by my dad's coworker. It wasn't a flash of his manhood but he quickly raised his shirt up and down, right next to my dad. He had just walked out of the managers office and I made eye contact for a while, I was only 7 years old. I didn't understand it and brushed it off, my dad always walked around the house without a shirt. Now this guy had that creepy vibe, his whole family did. He would always have us drive him to his court sessions as well. The guys mother would hit on my dad and annoy my mom. I didn't really trust any of them. Now, at age 17, I'm pretty sure that guy was probably a kid lover but didn't act on it.
One of the things that suck most about growing up is starting to notice all the shitty behaviours your parents have and knowing when they are treating you unequally For example, my brother once got pretty mad about something very small and my dad said he shouldn’t get mad about something so unimportant. They got into a discussion and when my dad got mad I was like “you don’t have to be so mad about it” and then he got even madder and told me that I “should never tell someone who’s mad that they shouldn’t be mad because that will only make them feel worse”. Which is exactly what he did to my brother like 2 minutes earlier. And when my brother pointed that out he just kinda shrugged it off.
Elementary school music teacher liked to play the “quiet game”. We would sit in a circle legs crossed and eyes closed. He would check to see if we were quiet by putting his head between our legs
My fourth grade Sunday school teacher left mid year, right before Christmas. It turns out she caught phenomuoia and had to go to the hospital. She never came back.
when i was like 4 or 5 i called my mom into the kitchen to show her how our male dog kept trying to "hug" me with his front paws... managed to reach age 15 before the penny dropped T_T
I did the same thing, I was like 4 or 5, and I was playing with my dog. He started doing,, uhm,, that, and I started laughing saying it was cute and he was hugging me. I didn't realize why my mom was yelling at him until I was 11 xD
My dog did this to my sister. She called my name and said, "look he's trying to hug me he's so cute!". My sister was so confused about why I started laughing and why my mom yelled at our dog to stop.
Many years later, after he found about his dad's true character and criminal history, the tooth fairy in a hurry finally made sense. His shooting at Santa's reindeers and cutting a paw off the Easter Bunny messed up the holidays for the neighborhood.
When I was between 9 to 11, being only children, my dad was in Japan and my mother in her bf's house, I'd be home by myself a lot, sometimes for days (I know) so I would go out as much. I started to have some experiences with these group of teenagers girl friends that used to live in my street. It click years later in high school, I remember to find odd that some dudes avoided girls then when talking to some mates about experiences and girlfriends, everybody thought i was bs about mines in the beginning. I never saw it as abuse but it sounds like it
The reappearing scratches on my fathers back, I was really concerned about them as a child. I even told some friends about it. Didn't understood why my mother laughed so hard when I asked him about it.
i remember that when i was 7 or so, my best friend told me that she thinks the easter bunny may not be real and i was like, no of course it does but i was kind of shocked and told my family about it. so the following easter i was waiting patiently for the easter bunny to come and hide his presents when my brother showed me a cut on his hand and he told me that he tried to catch the easter bunny but it bit him and ran away. i was so happy about it and told all my friends about this proof of an existing easter bunny years later he told me that he accidentally cut himself while shaving but thought he could make a story out of it to cheer me up
that I was getting bullied and belittled every single day by 3 elementary school teachers who happen to be friends... I knew that whatever was happening to me was wrong but I couldn't pin point out why... only until I transferred schools did I realize the gravity of the shit I went through and the emotional trauma started to intensify, my personality shifted and I became a reserved person
@@rhopalosera9772 there is no reason to bully anyone at all... Only crazy people do so. I was a respectful kid who followed all the rules in school and had good grades
My sister was dark haired, eyed and darker skin while my brothers and I were blond, blue and green eyed with very pale skin. My dad joked that her father was the mailman. Actually she took after my dad’s mother lol. Oh, and she is very short and stocky while the rest of us are tall and slender, again just like our grandmother.
When I was younger, I always had a memory of being in a hospital bed with a needle in my arm but I could never remember why. One day in high school, I told my mom my friends found it weird that I have this small horizontal slit in the corner of my left eye, which I always thought was something I was born with. Turns out, I slipped on a slope when I was younger and a glass shard pierced me (she didn't tell me if it was big or if it got embedded but judging from how the scar is deeper than a mere gash, I would assume it was bad) She told me I was nearly blinded at the age of 5 years old. I find it ironic that now when I take off my glasses, everything at least two feet from me is very blurry.
I know it’s late, but when I was about 3 I had a toy I really loved. One day it disappeared, and I asked my mother about it. She told me he went to Africa, to see his family (it was a hippo). I believed it, and asked my mother when he was going to come back. She told me she didn’t know exactly, maybe in a few weeks… One day, the bell ring sounded and I went to open the door. There he was! I was so happy that he came back! A couple of years later I asked my mother about it and she told me the truth. I cried a lot that day.
Bro the dirty home one was my childhood. I thought it was normal until I 6 I went to my neighbor's apartment and loudly said. "Charlotte's house is so clean and ours is so dirty!" Everybody just laughed it off after an awkward silence.
The kid with the praying mantis was a killer wingman
Underrated
Mantises will eat eachother simply for being smaller and nearby but it's definitely funnier to be a wingman to something with wings.
Why tf do they eat them?
Circle of life I guess. Same reason Betta fish males eat eachother
@@Roverruv normally the females eat the males after sex, for nutrition and also just because they're moody lmao.
To the kid that stole the charizard and gave it back, at least he felt guilty and gave it back, that’s better than most kids
Well actually most kids just didn't steal it in the first place...
@மாдחرΩद гںजेΔי I imagined you just waltzing into a biology lab and straight up stealing all the mice.
in about 2nd grade one of my friends brought a Lego ninjago Lloyd lego to class it looked so cool and I wanted it so bad so I snuck it into my bag at the end of the day and then when he told the teacher he almost started crying and I immediately felt like shit for that so I went and "found it" at the back of the classroom
Once in prep i stole 2 bux of someones lunch money and gave it back at the canteen cuz i felt bad, then the teacher was asking who it was and i turned myself in lol
For sure. I stole tons of Pokemon cards from my friends and never gave it a second thought. Legend.
3:33
"My friend died in a car crash on the way to my party."
"I hope I'm not late to the party."
I know, right?! Was that planned?
It's sad 😔
I was just going to comment this then saw that you already did. Damn. Poor kid.
3:33 for those who want it
How tf is a lil kid dieing in a car crash funny?
My older siblings taught me to tell people my daddy was the milkman. People who didn’t know my parents were always horrified. Until they found out that my daddy actually delivered milk so he truly was the milk man
For some reason all i can reply is "i am the milkman, my milk is delicious"
Damn did you follow after ya daddy’s footsteps 😏
@@evthespineconfiscator8652 "If you see any girls throwing cookies, run!"
@@DuchessofEarlGrey lmao
The good ending
For context, I developed at an early age and most people thought I was in my 20s when in reality I was a minor. Developing early at a young age is a fucking curse. The things people said to me when I was a minor still bother me to this day. Anyway, when I was 13, I was a craft store with my mother. I went to a different section of the store on my own. I wanted to look at the dollhouses they had.
This man followed me around. At some point I started speed walking to get away from him but he kept up with me and eventually approached me. He shook my hand, held it, and said "Aren't you a student at (College name)?"
I said no. He still wasn't letting go of my hand even though I was trying to pull away. He insisted that he had seen me several times at the college and he wanted to go out for coffee.
I told him, "I'm only 13! I don't go to college!"
The horror that crossed the man's face...like...wow. He pulled away and apologized SEVERAL times before leaving me alone.
I didn't realize at the time why he was so scared, but now I know why.
Thank you for reading this long story!
I had a friend in high school who had the same issue. We (a bunch of single teenagers) always poked fun whenever she would complain, saying "at least someone's interested in you."
Isn't long at all. But that guy was a super creepo.
So if you *were* in collage it would suddenly be ok for him to touch you even though you didn't know the guy? What was he thinking...
@@tearstoneactual9773 At least not a pedo thats a little +point
he was creep but atleast he wasn't a pedo
"He died in a car crash on the way to the party" right before, "I hope I'm not late to the party."
That's some dark shit. I loved it
Me "see you at the Paarty richter"
Came to the comments right when I heard that lol
@@sam-wv2ds I did too and this is the first comment.
I was about to comment that lmao 😂
dude really put "He died in a car craSH ON THE WAY TO MY PARTY" right before the next person started their post with "i hope im not late to the party" Demon
Honestly I was waiting for these comments🤣🤣
Was kind of perfect timing
The editor knew what he was doing lol
I knew I wasn't the only one that noticed!
Totally planned
the abuse counselor one makes me feel sick to my stomach...
BOTH abuse counselors?!
I mean its the perfect place for them. Who expects the abuse counselor to be the abuser. And if someone suspects something the kid get send to the other one and they can cover each other.
@@adamryan977 sadly the kid wont know better and will be told to trust them
That's awful.
How disgusting.
When I was 4, my great- grandmother owned a pig farm, and had at least 30+ pigs.
While I was waltzing about her property, I saw two of her pigs mating, one on top of the other.
Being only 4 years old, I had absolutely no idea what they were actually doing, and to me, it looked liked they were playing a friendly game of leap frog.
My great-grandma was doing some yard work while keeping an eye on me, so I went to my great- grandma and said, "Look, Gramma. Those piggies are playing leap frog."
She looked to where I was pointing, and saw the two pigs mating.
She then decided that it was time to bring me into the house for lunch and "Land Before Time" on VCR.
I saw my dogs mating when I was like 7 and thought “aww they’re tussling!”
Yayyy Land Before Time!
those csa stories made me feel better about my experiences ngl. i was sexually abused by a teacher when i was about 5 and it seemed like a dream until i turned 8 where my father sexually abused me, i repressed both incidents so they both just seemed like horrible nightmares. i later found out they actually happened.
hearing people talk about their own experiences really helps sometimes, i feel less alone and disgusting. if you’re going through that shit, you will make it.
you matter, and you are more than what you experienced. you’re a beautiful, amazing person. you’re valid, and appreciated.
You are so kind to write this to other SA survivors. I’ve had to come to some pretty horrifying realizations way later in life based on my fuzzy childhood memories. Sometimes I wish I could just forget it. But I’m thankful for people like you who make me feel less alone. Thank you. I hope all your dreams come true because you’re a good person and deserve good things to happen to you. Bless you. 💗💗💗
I stil remember when my friend said his shiny charizard was signed by the real charizard and I believed that fucker.
😂😂Ahhh that reminds of one time in middle school that my friend gave me a signed CD of my favorite emo band. Apparently her boyfriend went to their concert. I realized some time later after I found out she lied to me about something big that she probably lied about that too. The signatures didn’t even match and it looked like her handwriting tbh.
I believed my friend in elementary school had a working holographic duel disk
This ^
@@ooin_otaku4282 pp
Charizard was one of the now wholesome ppl you'll ever meet. He's in Top 10 celebs in my book.
Once when I was like 10 or 11, I answered the phone and a male voice on the other end kept asking me what I was wearing. I somehow convinced myself that it was my brother playing a prank on me so I kept calling him by my brothers name and telling him that I wasn't going to fall for his tricks this time. The guy on the other end got more and more increasingly frustrated until he yelled "I'm Not 'brother'!" Then he hung up on me. I was so proud of myself for not being pranked that I gloated to my brother the next day when he got back from his friends house. He just gave me a weird look. It took me a couple years to really understand what actually happened that day and I am so proud of younger me.
hell yeah, saved yourself by shear naivety.
He probably called a wrong number, but getting called a brother really hurt him lol
This could have been way more interesting if he was into being called brother
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I feel bad for the kid whose friend died in a car crash on the way to his birthday party
I feel bad for the friend that died
One of my friends died in a car crash because he wasn't wearing a seatbelt and was sitting in the front, my parents didn't tell me until two years later
Hope im not late to the party
yeah things like that make me want to cry
same bro☹
When I was in the 6th grade we made cards for a little boy who had cancer. I drew flowers on mine because I was good at drawing flowers. Then, I drew a black flower. I liked how they looked so I drew more black flowers. Black flowers mean death. I didn’t realize until I was in 8th grade.
that- you know what im gonna hold in my laughter for once.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ymir, what happened to the boy?
If it makes you feel better, your drawing probably wasn’t interpreted like that. The parents would know the cards came from children and the boy himself was likely unaware of what black flowers can mean.
For basically my entire childhood, my grandma would take care of me and my older brother because our parents worked until really late in the evening. Grandma’s house was basically our second home. So when my mom started picking me up way more often in middle school, I was kinda caught off guard, but I didn’t question it. In fact, I was happy that I could go home right after school, as grandma’s house was kinda boring tbh. I never even thought of asking why she was picking us up all the time because I was busy being happy about it. It was only until a few months ago that I realized the reason. It turns out, my uncle (who lives with my grandma) was a hardcore drug user, and during an episode, he tried to kill my other uncle (who also lived with my grandma) while under the influence of drugs. My grandma and mom hid that remarkably well because I had no idea that my uncle was struggling with drug addiction; he was a really funny, chill, and seemingly happy guy who always liked to mess around with me and my brother, so I never expected him to have that kind of side to him. I still care about him very much, and I hope he is doing better since I haven’t seen him in a while. As for my other uncle who almost got stabbed, i feel so sorry for him since he had to experience something like that at such a young age (he’s in his early 20’s and still attending college).
"I was the hero, the cockblock hero".
I laughed so much.
That was amazing to hear XD
My dude its like 3am n I'm choking over this😂😭💀
Same I can't breathe
@@YanDaBean in what way
@@YanDaBean oh no your dead now 😭
"From the mail man". 🤣🤣🤣🤣
That’s where I got my dimples
Im the milkman
@@erindbs5519 🤣
@@joshmuldowney4968 Oh I see. Mom passes off the truth by making it a fun family joke. Clever girl.
In a different “package”
i was at my friends house when I was ten and she found handcuffs on the floor. She was playing around with them and noted how easily they could be opened... then i asked her what’s the point of them if you can take them off yourself (it was hard to but possible) and her dad from another room just goes ‘it’s not if you _can_ take them off, it’s if you _want_ to take them off.’ I didn’t get that till a few weeks ago.
that's great lmfao
Bruh
I don't get it, but im a teen so maybe sometime will be needed
@@ivangenov6782 trust me, you dont need too. Just dont
@@Rott4n umm, ok
I was bullied pretty horrifically. When i was about 10 or so some of the most virulent bullies started saying loudly that i had sex with my dad and brothers. When i was young i just thought it was an extension of the bullying. I had a realization in my 20s that one of or more than one of my childhood bullies was probably being molested or raped at home and while it wasnt true for me, no kid that young thinks that up as their insult du jour.
It made me wish i could go back in time and help them.
That's just sad. ♥
That’s awful
Glad you made it about yourself 🤦♂️
@@danielangelvega9067 That can be traumatizing for children too not knowing how to help
@@holoangie9106 ssssoooo, rather than privately reaching out to help someone that had something traumatic happen too, she made a comment about , but for herself, and you’re justifying it by saying SHES JUST AS TRAUMATIZED AS WELL🥴???!!!?!!!?? Just go keep up with the kardtrashians😒
When I was 9 or 10 (this would have been around 1979 or 1980) I was playing in a playground and jumped off the monkey bars into the sand.
As I started to run away I realized my right foot was stuck to the ground. I looked and saw that I had landed on a board with a huge nail in it and the nail was sticking out of the tom of my shoe, having gone right through my foot.
Fortunately I have a fake leg and my fake foot was the one with a nail in it. At the time I figured the board had been accidently left by a careless carpenter fixing the playground equipment. I pulled the nail out of my foot and threw the board into the trash so no one would get hurt, then I just didn't think about it again for a bit over 20 years.
There was a story in the news about how someone had booby trapped a playground by gluing razor blades to the equipment where kids would grab on but could not be seen from the ground. At least two kids were badly hurt.
It wasn't until then that I realized the board had been left by some sicko to hurt a child. It was just pure luck that the child who was caught in the booby trap happened to be an amputee and he landed on the board with his fake foot and was not hurt at all.
I remember an older woman who was their watching us kids play. I assumed she was the grandmother of one of the other kids playing. I laughed to myself at her expression having seen me impale myself on a nail and not even react. Just pull the nail out and throw the board away, then go back to playing as if nothing had happened.
I think any normal adult would have called the police and brought attention to what had happened. Unless that adult was the one who set the trap, perhaps hoping to play the hero when a kid was hurt. I believe that older lady set the trap and was too shocked that her plan didn't work to say anything.
I have always enjoyed shocking people with my leg, even when it happens by accident, which is why I remember her. But I'm about 90% sure she set the trap in the first place.
oh noes gwandmah escaeped pwison
Well hey you didn't badly hurt yourself! That's good!
When I was 15 I was on an app where people posted secrets anonymously and this one guy was complaining that his girlfriend gave him crabs and I told him that he should be grateful and that crabs are wonderful pets and so many people kept telling me how embarrassed they were for me and it finally clicked 5 years later.
is it bad that i knew what crabs were when i was 13?
@@cat1312. It means you were a lot less sheltered than me
What do you mean? A crab is a animal right?
@@ThisReynaRose history repeats itself
I have never heard of the word crab being used as something other then the animal.
I got pink cowgirl boots from the tooth fairy for my first molar. a lot of people immediately think that I had money growing up when I say that but I got a notebook, glue, and glitter for my birthday the week after. I think my mom was so exited about my exitement and wanted to make the tooth fairy seem more magical than my mom. I love her
I am really pale and my sister really dark. So we used to say, I am from the milk man, and she from the chimney man.
I can't tell is this is racist or just childish innocence 🤣
@@jadsmvs8651 we are both Caucasian, just each on the other side of spectrum.
@@nen8zen Ohhh I thought you were hinting at your were implying that you both had separate fathers. Oop.
@@jadsmvs8651 others implied that - are you two really sisters? This was our come back.
@@nen8zen That is pretty gold ngl.
When I was little, my mom had me doing lots of stuff like aerobics and gymnastics classes. I never really thought much about it, until a couple years ago when she offhandedly mentioned that I hadn't been able to jump, or throw or catch a ball until about 2nd grade (along with having to do something similar to the 'motor skills' class mentioned at 12:28 in kindergarten). In hindsight it's glaringly obvious that it was meant to help me develop basic motor skills that I was behind on...
When I was around 10, I got two goldfish.
One of them was pretty normal looking, the other one had some black spot.
We got them from a pet shop, to be honest I think the fish had some infection or something. Didn’t realise at the time though, I just thought “I want to be able to tell which one’s which” - which was a bit silly of me.
I decided to name the normal one Speedy and the black spot one Yoshi. Yoshi was my favourite character to play in mario kart, haha. Not sure why I called the other one Speedy, just a typical goldfish name I guess.
So we get the fish home, settle them in and get them in the tank. And I’m gonna be honest, these fish seemed to hate each other. Speedy constantly seemed to chase Yoshi.
A few weeks later, my parents tell me that Yoshi went to the vet and was put down. I was pretty sad, I wished my parents had taken me with them to the vet. I didn’t really expect it. I didn’t question what had happened to him though, not at all.
Five years passes, and I’m talking to my family about the fishes we used to have. I talked about how Yoshi was put down at the vet. Then, my family breaks the news to me.
...Yoshi hadn’t been put down...
Yoshi had died in the tank, and my dad had flushed his body down the toilet before I got home.
I feel absolutely terrible about these fish now. I mean, I know they’re only fish, but my stupid decision and my parents allowing me to get these fish really ruined their lives.
However, although Yoshi’s life was cut short, Speedy’s has been much different.
Speedy stayed with us for a few years, but within those years I realised that the life he was living was cruel and unfair. He had no friends, his tank was too small for him, and he was miserable. So, we gave him to my aunt, who owns a big pond filled with lots of fish.
When Speedy first entered the pond he gave a leap of joy. He soon found a group of friends, and he is still happy and well to this day. :)
R.I.P. Yoshi.
Im so sorry for your loss…
Yeah, I had a fish when I was like 7, the other one was my brother's. We would look at them in the fish tank for months. Then they got sick. For a few weeks we tried to save them by putting fish medicine in the water (from an actual pet shop, we were not dumbass crackheads). But the fish died. Mine first. So I was jealous for a week since I had no fish and my brother had one. Then his died.
RIP
Not to be that person but how do you put down a fish?
Hey, you did what was right for Speedy. He's living/lived his best little fishy life, and I'm sure you get/got to see him regularly?
@@SarafinaSummers Yeah we saw him regularly, especially my mum who was very close to my aunt. He passed away a couple of years ago now, he lived a happy life.
"because he didn't actually do anything", not to your kids, but possibly to someone else's and you didn't prevent it or even try to.
Yeah but like the police most likely would have said that they cannot do anything due to a lack of evidence. So the mother probably knew that and decided to ignore it just so that she doesn’t have to waste her time of the police aren’t going to do anything
Lol cops can't do anything about crimes that have happened but had no evidence.
You think they can do shit about future crimes or might have happeneds?
What she meant by that probably was that back then, and even now, cops won't do anything about it unless the person actually does something.
@@melodygarrison8071 Thank You!! Because even if they couldn't arrest him, there's a record of what he looked like, what his vehicle looked like, and a way to be prepared that if something happens to a child near by they have a description. Besides, for a long while you could get pulled over for suspicious behavior and what if he already had a child in the vehicle that needed saved? Saying something instead of nothing can help even if it doesn't seem like it.
Idk about you people, but where im from they at least would try to identify the person and 'keep an eye out', especially if its in an area where kids often are (eg schools or parks)
I followed my mom into the bathroom when I was like 3 or 4, I asked her what all that red stuff was in the toilet after she was done peeing. She told me it was a baby... I just left it there. Years later, realized she was talking about her period.
A period, or a miscarriage? :(
It could be a miscarriage tho...
when I was little I was in the bathroom with my mom and there was a blood clot in the toilet. I said "mommy are you okay?" and she said "yeah sometimes your pee is red"
on a different occasion, in fourth grade, we hadn't had the talk yet. I saw tampons and asked my mom what they were. she said that I didn't want to know. fifth grade rolls around and I found out they weren't to shove up your nose
@@popcultureaddict9707 xD
@@LoLo-cw2ly I used to think you ate them.....i was stupid...
When I was about 11 my parents were in the kitchen making dinner. I walked in to see my mom tenderizing the meat & said "what are you doing mom? Beating your meat?" The inexplicable rage that filled my fathers eyes made me run into the dining room where my dad slapped me in the mouth FIVE times. I was ELEVEN I had no clue what "Beating your meat" meant at that age! So I never understood why I was punished (or why I was punished so harshly for that matter, one to two slaps, fine. But five is overkill) It wasn't until a couple years later that I remembered & finally got it. I brought it up while having dinner with my parents a while back (I'm 30 now). My dad did not engage in that conversation, nor did he even look at me while I was talking about it. It's not like the phrase "beating your meat" is a taboo thing in my family. We're all pretty chill & goof around a lot. But it was like my dad completely checked out of that conversation. And there was no explanation on why he slapped me five times...
i literally had to look that one up
@@puertorican_american7760 🤣🤣 for some reason is rarely used now
Some great parenting techniques right there! Hitting your child, punishing too much and without an explanation, punishing for something your kid clearly doesnt know, not being able to apologize even years later. 10/10 parents!
@@Ariplaygames from about the age of 10 on my parents weren't great. Spanking & hitting your child in the 90s to very early 2000s was the "norm" for discipline, but without reasoning to learn why he hit me was messed up. They're one of the many reasons why they're never getting grandchildren out of me.
@@TwiggyHetfield27 Oh I know! I grew up in that era. I wasnt hit much but only cause my mom realized with my older sister that the more she made us fear the more we would rebel and the least we would respect her. By the time I was grown enough and not terrified enough to defy her and she hit me for the first time, I felt nothing. Still have a lot of trauma from watching my mom beat the shit out of my 14 yo sister while I tried to stop her as a 6yo. She ended up being more psocologically abusive than physical at least to me, my poor sister got both.
She is the main reason I will never have kids too.
You know you had a good life when your childhood trauma is your friend stealing a card
I know I’m very late but I remembered mine. My dad was a severe alcoholic since before I was born, specifically Bud Light... it was so bad mom had to convince me Bud Light was soda when I was three. But why didn’t I ever ask to drink it? I didn’t and still don’t like soda. Wasn’t until I saw an ad about Bud light and I turned to my mom and basically had the most classic, horrified “you lied to me” face you’ve ever seen. I was extremely infuriated at a lot of things.
Side note: I was probably 10+ when I found out, I am 14 now and my dads been sober for 2+ years cause he had really bad seizures because of his drinking. Proud of him honestly because he learned to stop himself.
Back in 2009 when Justin Bieber was really super big, he had just came out with his own brand or perfume and all the girls where disgusting loudly in class about what it probability smelled like. With out even thinking I butted into their conversation and stated that it probably smelled like a wet beaver. All of a sudden we hear an uproar of laughter coming from out English teacher. She was laughing so hard she started to cough and wheeze. She said it was funniest thing she ever heard and I was super confused on why and she refused to elaborate. Took me almost a decade to figure out what was so funny.
I don't get it...
@@cryptidkai Are you joking or you really don't get it?
@@LittleKittySilver dude I'm the most naive 17 year old so yea lol I actually don't get it.
@@LittleKittySilver ah, yes, I get it now. Thank you 😂
@@cryptidkai Ya. It didn't click for me until I was 23-24 years old. LOL
>Gives the tooth fairy a drawing of a tooth
>Gets a drawing of a dollar
holy shit that was so funny, I hope one of my kids misplaces their teeth so I can do that
When my first tooth came out my dad put a fake dollar bill (like the ones that come in those cash register toys) and said that that's all the tooth fairy had. Not that many years later I realized my dad's an a**hole because we had more money than needed to live so why cheap out like that 😤
The tooth fairy always gave me 20 dollars
@@WELUVYOUFOREVER lucky ass mf
I got 5 dollars, my mom complained that she only got 25 cents. Good for the tooth fairy for adjusting for inflation.
I'm the youngest of 4. My sister had epilepsy (she had surgery that stopped them thank the the gods) that made her sorta developmentally disabled. I helped my mom with keeping an eye on my sister, laundry, cooking, cleaning and anything around the house as long for as a remember. My older brothers would be at their friends house. I thought it was normal for me to take care of the house and my sister because my brothers wouldn't. Turns out my brothers were trouble makers and getting in to drugs, my dad was working his ass off to keep the bills paid and I was the only one willing to help with out yelling at my mom and was very calm with my sister with out adding extra stress. I was always told that the youngest kid always gets spoiled and get away with everything. It always confused me as a kid lol.
Well the spoiled younger kid is for people like my sister, who is favored. You sound amazing
@@reyanair949 Thank you. I'm sure you are amazing as well. I'm sure that is a pain in the a$$ to deal with. I hope you and your family are safe and well.
What form of surgery can you get to rectify epilepsy? I thought it was only treated with medication?
@@Travis-guy-247 my sister had a bruise on her brain (traumatic birth) the size of a pinky nail. They were able to remove it. Which stopped the seizures. Its been 10 months since she had any seizures. I don't remember what the name of the surgery was. I'll look it up on her paper work.
@@gracealexandrea2150 Ahh fair enough, I'll look it up. I think I have mild epilepsy, I've been having focal aware seizures since I was about 10 (a mild form of seizure where you are conscious and can still somewhat function even when it is happening) and I'm now 24. I've never been officially diagnosed though, because if I go to the doctors they'll take my driving licence off me (which isn't fair, since they never happen when my brain is preoccupied or stimulated I.e. when driving). I just live with it in silence.
My half-brother (dad’s son from a previous relationship) died when I was around 13, and I was told he died in a “freak accident” at home.
I only learned years later that he was a heroin addict, and had relapsed and died of an overdose. All the parties we would attend with him and his friends at my grandma’s house we sobriety celebrations, and the friends were other members of his heroin recovery group. Later, when I was 18, my mom and dad separated after years of him becoming depressed over his son’s death and having an affair.
Ever since I learned the truth, I’ve decided that I’m never doing drugs, no matter how shitty life gets, and that people who are addicted to heroin or other hard drugs should get help instead of going to prison.
When I was 4 I used to hang out with this other little girl. Sometimes a plane would fly overhead, and she'd say "I wonder if my grandma's on that one" or something like it. It didn't hit me until recently that her grandma had probably passed away and her parents' explanation is that she was in the sky now.
In 2nd grade, I made a small toy dinosaur run up a teaching assistant's skirt. I had zero idea why I was in the principal's office and just wanted to go back outside and play with the other kids but was happy when I went home early.
How?!
Wot
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@@buzzbee4445 Mans knew what was up back in 3rd grade, true thigh enthusiast
OH GAWD NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I had a babysitter when I was young who had a couple sons who were in their late teens/early 20s. When i was about 6 or so, one of them had me do some not so child appropriate things with him. Fortunately it didn’t go too far nor did it last long. I had forgotten about it for 10 years and after I realized, I never really got it out of my head. I’m asexual now and become incredibly uncomfortable when in intimate situations and I absolutely believe that had played at least some role in where I am now.
My babysitter did some things with me when I just hit puberty. 11 or 12 my mom noticed I was acting different that night and everything came out that night. My parents were able to protect me and I didn't realize how messed up it was until my highschool years. Not intercourse but some serious things. I blocked that out for years. I never let anyone babysit my kids when they were growing up. She was a family friend and some really messed up stuff could have happened if it wasn't for for mom being very observant.
I know how you feel. Two babysitters did things to me as well. No one believed me when I told them about those girls. There was this old guy that lived down the street... we were warned to stay away from him... after he already did things. My own father... may he burn in hell. I have flashbacks... but I have no idea if there were others or if it was just from multiple incidents with those people. And telling people about it now would do nothing. The people involved are all dead now anyways.
I'm so sorry for all of you guys! Heres a hug if you want *hug*
I'm so sorry this happened to y'all. This is why I never allow anyone but myself and my husband unsupervised access to our kids.
Here's a huge hug from me.
“Memaw you sly fox”
Best. Quote. Ever.
This is just a theory, but I think there was another reason she didn't want to play vhs tapes when he wasnt home if ya catch my drift
@@boijone8440 😂😂
I never questioned why i lived with my grandparents as a kid. And i also didnt question when this lady in a red suit came to our house every week and asked me questions with my grandma in the room. I was probably only 3 and only remembered how she smelt like coffee and an office and didn't understand why she just stopped showing up and it only clicked that she was childrens aid society worker because of the adoption.
Its really super clever how cps interviews children who have no idea whats going on so they just casually spill whatevers going on in their life.
I had this “friend” I used to know, my grandmother was friends with hers and we met that way. We used to get along pretty well. Once, when I was over, one of her other friends came over and she basically abandoned me for her. That happened pretty often and I was left with her older brother. He was always nice to me though, and only a year older then me. I guess I didn’t realize how close we had gotten and how much time we spent together. When I was over at their place, we decided we wanted to play Minecraft on the PlayStation. However their were only two controllers and my friend got mad that I had one of them. She demanded that I handed it over, but her brother stood up for me telling her to quit and she could get her turn. So called friend proceeds to say
“You’re so obsessed with them! Just marry them if you care so much.” He went quiet for a few seconds before mumbling,
“Well I wouldn’t mind that..” I hadn’t realized till around 2-3 years later that he had a crush on me. I hadn’t really understood romance since I was 9-10 at the time. Lost contact with the brother, but I wish I could thank him for standing up for me all those times.
When I was a kid one of my parents friends Red brought over a couple books for my parents. I loved books as a kid and when I went to go look at them they smelled funny, I thought it was because they were “old” and told everyone I loveedd the smell of old books while deeply sniffing the pages while the adults laughed, about 10 years later I smelled weed for the first time and instantly recognized the smell as the “old” books Red brought my parents and found out the bag he used to carry the books were also carrying ALOT of weed, makes me laugh.
Edit:I remember going to the library in my school sniffing all the old books I could find and I was always disappointed they didn’t smell like Red’s. Even funnier the books he brought were brand new at the time
Do you you got any drugs today ?
No sir just old books
you good-
Ngl the smell of books are good. I'm pretty sure like half of us smell books
The only reason why the kid and his brother were not kidnapped was due to him, not the parents, who is not even willing to protect them or other children from potential kidnappers after they saw him! That's terrifying to think of how many people has indirectly enabled the creeps to get away because they chose to ignore it.
Well, by not reporting this pontential kidnapper has indirectly assisted him and he could go on and kidnap/abuse other children. The cops may also have victims on file and maybe looking for him at the time. That was not responsible behavior on the parents part.
Once heard thumping coming from my parents bedroom when I came home from school, my dad was at work so I went to check. I saw my mom in the bed with our neighbor, Garret. He immediately jumped off her and covered himself with the blanket, my mom then told me how they were just play-wrestling and as an 8 year old I believed her. It never clicked why my dad divorced her until about 5 years ago.
Thankfully, this isn't about me. 😅
@@thatpianoman925 lol
@@thatpianoman925 LMFAO
@@thatpianoman925 hey garrett…
I remember seeing all of those PSAs back in the 90s about saying no to strangers, and now I see why we needed them.
I remember when I was young my great aunt had a female friend that lived with her. Neither of them were married and had no children, they just lived together. Later, my aunt's friend died and we were all really sad about it. Some years later, she had another female friend move in with her for some time. I was an adult before it clicked for me that my great aunt was gay
you mean lesbian?
@@zooted4life it doesnt matter tbh gay can be used for girls too.
@@zaytaz9331 no
@@zooted4life uh yes it does
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I never understood why mom kept sending me to spend time with grandparents as much as she could or why my grandma got extra sweet and protective when I let it slip that I hate when dad yells at us and gets angry and why she was sad because my mom never told her anything. I knew something was wrong but I didn't understand til I was much older that my mom was trying to protect me from abusive household and that grandma, having suffered abuse herself for a long time, wanted to help both of us escape that situation and give me peace of mind at least for a while. She was absolutely incredible woman and although most of my memories prior to age 15 are fuzzy and locked away somewhere in the back of my mind, big number of few of those I still remember are of time spent with her.
(Btw I'm not native English speaker so sorry if it doesn't make sense...)
It made perfect sense, so there's no need to apologize. Sorry you had to go through that.
@@jacklow9611 Thank you. My parents divorced about a decade ago so this is an old trauma but I appreciate your words
A girl I knew had a rag doll and she had made a hole in the in the bottom of it with her finger. It took many years for me to realize she had been molested.
poor girl, i hope she’s doing fine now
What does that mean
@General Gallows no
@General Gallows i am 9
@General Gallows I don't think they're too young to know when certain kids have to go through it everyday. I just think they are to young to know the explicits of it.
When I was a child, I was so accustomed to every adult smoking joints all the time, that I just assumed everyone in the world did it... until I was in about 8th grade 🙄😭😂
Nope- just my mother and her pothead friends and family.
Hahahahahaha it's funny but not so much at the same time when you find out that you and one other family are the only ones with parents that are stoners or alcoholics/drug addicts..
The other family were my step mum's drug/drink buddies.
As someone who hasn't and never will touch any type of drug, even weed, I sometimes feel like the only one left who hasn't.
@@Brievel do you mean as a parent?? Or in general? Because there's lots of people who don't touch drugs and that's kinda the point of this comment, we were the only kids at school with parents who did drugs.
I thought it was normal for your town to have a cbd dispensary in family video. Nope. Everybody does not have a pot dispensary in town that is majorly prominent.
@@frickbro In general. In my area, pretty much everyone smokes pot. :/ I hate it.
16:38 reminded me of when I was 6 and went to the zoo with my mom, and how my mom and a bunch of other adults around me started laughing so hard when I excitedly said "LOOK MOMMY, THE TURTLES ARE PLAYING LEAP-FROG!" She still teases me about it to this day XDDDDD
When I was five, I asked my grandma how old she was (of course I didn't know that was a rude question to ask a lady). She just looked at me and answered "30". I was surprised and said "that's pretty young for a grandma", but I believed her for a few years, until I did the math and realized there's no way it could be true.
When i was a 11. My friends mom would have us lick the condensation from inside the car windows. 40 years later. I still think about it. Weird?
That's fucking weird 😂😂😂😂😂
Jfc eww that's so gross 😂
Very weird,
Definitely weird. Wonder if it kept them from getting wet again?
Wtf-
My mom yelled "I hate that family and want nothing to do with them, and now you're making me HATE YOU!!!" at me after she saw me talking to one of the neighbor kids, which scared me, and caused me to apologize to her because I thought I did something wrong even though I didn't know anything about that. It took me years later to finally realize she was just a crazy bitch that enjoyed gaslighting me (amongst COUNTLESS other years of abuse).
For context, she was talking about a neighbor family that she "hated them" because the daughter of that family had the absolute audacity to "raise her voice" at my youngest brother (AKA her precious baby, AKA the golden child), while he was over at their house playing with the kids. Why did this neighbor girl "raise her voice" at my brother? Because both he and her siblings were playing in the middle of the street, and she had to raise her voice in order for them all to hear her. My mom heard this, and was "disappointed" in the neighbor girl that she dared "yell" at her precious baby, and since then she cut contact with them altogether.
Yes, my mom got mad and wanted nothing to do with a neighbor family all because one of the had the absolute nerve to shout at my brother to stop playing in the middle of the street. No, this was NOT the extent of how crazy she was, but it's certainly a good indicator to it. She swore that her hypocritical holier than thou attitude (yes, she was also a reborn christian hypocrite) made her better to not associate with anyone, all while she continued to preach garbage that she NEVER followed through with.
oh i totally can relate. never knew what to call it, myself. do you call it bat shit crazy? or likely there's some psychobabble term for it. there usually is.
all i can honestly say is wait until the person's dead. things Will improve markedly and you may finally be able to heal some.
My brother was ten years older then me and lived next door. One morning when I was 13 years old, I walked by his house and he was standing outside and waved at me. This was impossible, because he had taken all his medication the night before to kill himself (schizophrenia) and he was dying on his bed at the time I saw him wave to me.
Well, he didn't die. He did 12 years later though. When he died he weighed close to 400 lbs. The day he waved at me he weighed about 200 lbs. The man who waved to me weighed close to 400lbs. I didn't think about it until years later, but Joe was saying goodbye to me when he had a chance too.
Its ok if people don't believe this, im not sure what I even believe myself in regards to this incident. Just thought I would share.
Thank you for sharing, even if we don't understand what happened.
His brother appeared to him the day he almost died from overdose. Except it wasn't really his present brother, rather his brother from the future. ... I heard something similar about seeing someone's ghost even before they actually died.
@@ganjazz yes, exactly
Wtf did YOU just comment....
Just... wha....
My mom didn't tell me I had adhd until 6 years after she found out and didn't get me diagnosed and medicated until 2 years after that. She wasn't against medication or anything, she just thought the easily distracted little kid thing was cute and felt like she had the right to keep me from being academically successful and socially accepted. Only found out recently
10:19-11:33 legit made me break down in tears because my mom used to be homeless and didn't tell me about it for 5 years because she knew I would have wanted to help but couldn't have bought a plane ticket to P.A to help her the fact that she was such a good mom and was such a sweet and caring person completely broke me. I still have nightmares about it because she was basically living in the back of a broken down van where there we're shootings and drive by's happening all the time.
I was definitely within toddler age when one day, while visiting my dad, my dad and step-mom went out of the house for a while and left my half-brother in charge of me. everything was fine for a while before he took me to the bathroom then he laid down and unzipped his pants and revealed his male part. Now as both a toddler and a girl, I've never seen this before and wondered how it worked until my dad and step-mom came back and everything was treated as it was normal and that was the only time that has happened.
It wasn't until sometime in my high school years that I realized that I could've been in big trouble let alone traumatized and thank my stars for my dad and step-mom coming back home at the right time before things got any worse. Another plus note was some time afterwards (I was in Elementary school at this time) I never saw my half-brother ever again.
I REALLY feel where the guy who lost his mom to pain killers is coming from.. I didn't think that my mom's addiction to them started until I was in Jr High, but talking to family now, I realize it was going on my entire childhood.
I loved my mom through it all, but I hated her addiction and the wedge it drove between us at the end. She died December 2010.
yeah, same here. My mom's drug and alcohol problems stemmed way before i was even born though, and it only really dawned on me when i hit 11-12ish in age when i found the cut up pieces of straws and empty capsules of adderall that was SUPPOSED to be taken by my brother (who didn't even need it in the first place, he was just the one who would lie for her to get it; what she didn't do herself she sold to her "friends" who were in and out of the house all hours of the day and night). However, I have no sympathy for her because she did whatever she needed to for her next fix and quite a lot of those things weren't great for me.
Shit's crazy. A mix of fuzzy kid memories and addicts knowing just what to do to hide it makes things real rocky for sure.
I knew a kid back when I went to private school. I don't know his name. I'll call him Paulie. He failed second grade three times. It turns out his mom had drug problems so he had problems. He was later adopted and put into private school. His adoptive parents were white conservative christians.
i have always heard stories like this about painkillers and i'm terrified to take mine when necessary because of the addiction risk. sorry for your pain of dealing with that and for your loss.
Dang my mom died of an OD on October 19th, 2010
4:50, experienced something similar. Father said he was growing tomatoes in his room in a big black casing without realizing tomatoes need sun. Years later I asked my mom what happened to his tomatoes and she said he was trying to grow weed, but he’s not too bright and bought the male seeds or flowers when it’s the females that sprouts the stuff to smoke .
Seriously, what an idiot to buy the male sees...
My dad used to take me to this lady’s house to play with her kids while they “played grown up games” in the other room. One day the girl and I were outside picking berries and came inside to get a bowl and saw our parents with needles shots in the couch. I asked what they were for and my dad told me “Mrs. Nancy’s medicine” years later I realized he was cheating on my mom with her and they were shooting up with us kids there. My parents divorced shortly after this happened.
When me and my dad was waiting outside of my brother's school to pick him up, we suddenly hear a weird, loud noise as if something is exploding from the sky. I looked up and I saw (according to my memory) a spaceship that looked exactly like Han Solo's one from Star Wars passed by in the sky and disappeared behind a house. That gave me the belief that I just saw an actual alien spaceship in real life and made me believed in the existence of the living beings outside Earth for a while... (I still do btw)
Not until like last year when I was sitting on my dad's motorbike, I saw 2 fighter jets flying in the sky (probably for a training), they flied so steadily that they looked unreal. It gave me a flashback of that childhood memory, then I thought to myself "Waaait... so you are telling me that alien spaceship was just a fighter jet?"
My friend in first grade whisper to me a secret and made me promise to not tell anyone.
The secret in question, was that her dad told her that “they were considering adding brown and black to the rainbow”.
I had no idea who “they” were, but I promised. I thought it was about a rainbow in the sky, and for a while I always thought it was scientifically impossible. In 6-7th grade I told my science teacher about it and they agreed.
It wasn’t until freshman year that I realized that her dad was probably talking about the gay pride flag.
Wow!
Or the Rainbow Coalition? Jesse Jackson (AA preacher in Chicago) started it, I think?
awe
So at last u snitched your friend's secret
@@bruhhh-__- you have the best screen name for calling people out lol
i thought simply kissing could get a girl pregnant so i was always so confused about how careless actors were in kissing scenes
Wait really i- I thought actors use to wear some kind of lip condom
I thought that too lol
I think that's a common one. Funny thing: that actually made me want to kiss even more as a child
When I was about six I was sexually harassed by teen boys at our church, i thought it was just playing, but since then I started to feel uncomfortable near males, I couldn't hug or show affection to my dad and brothers. I had a hard time making friends with boys, I flinch when they try to touch me, and most times I end up in a squabble with them, I was sent to the principal once for punching one. During elementary I thought it was normal to hate boys, but I end up carrying this anger to high school, and seeing my female friends so comfortable socializing with boys, made me realized that something was wrong with me. It was the end of high school that everything fell into place, I wasn't a very nice kid, i don't want to justify it, but there's this hate and anger that I've been carrying all these years because subconsciously I knew what happened was wrong. The realization hit me hard, it messed me for a few more years but now I'm starting to let it go. It's so fucked up that for them it's only one day of fun, but the effect on me lasted for years.
It's alright to feel angry, know how it feels. Just hope it gets better for you, getting trauma from a childhood event is a very normal thing and we're all just trying to protect ourselves from the things that have hurt us
"... _by teen boys at OUR CHURCH."
Oh boy, is Jesus _not_ going to approve. Church is _supposed_ to be positive and life-giving, not that shit heap.
Wishing you healing and peace ❤ and wishing the perpetrators karma ❤
@@lizxu322 I just beat up 3 male (I’m also male) ‘S and stabbed them in my VR game for karma :)
When I was a little girl, my dad convinced us that his crazy green hookah with lots of tubes was a collectible alien incubator from Star Trek. 😂😂
Oh, I guess that reminds me :V
When I was very young abt 3-4 years old, my great grandma died when it's my sisters birthday, my reaction was fine because I thought she was only sick and needed some rest, my sister were crying real hard so.i don't understand what was happening. Abt the age when I was 10, I asked again, I used to ask this when I was 5 "Mom, where is grandma? She would be here by now, she's been resting for MANY YEARS" Then she said "Listen, she's dead" My reaction was EXTREMELY SURPRISED-😭
everyone is talking about the thumbnail and i dont have any recollection of the thumbnail cuz my short term memory is trash
*B u T t*
Same
Well, I can't see the thumbnail at all so there you go. Lol.
Same. I went to look at the thumbnail after U read your comment because I forgot what it was......
My short term memory is also trash. I'll be doing something, and then I totally forget what I was supposed to be doing.
Yeah my dad had HUGE tomato plants he kept in the shed. Never askwd why all the other tomato plants were outside but at 13 it clicked when my friend introduced me to her dad's mull plants around the back of their shed hahah
“I hope I’m not late to the party” poor timing, mate.
ya, the other kid had already died.
11:26 cried while reading that… she tried so hard to help you i bet shes in heaven watching you, proud of what you’ve become
I love the red hair story for two reasons.
1. A friend of my 10 year old daughter is a red head in both senses of the word.
Both her parents are light blonde but with a hint of strawberry,
and she got all of their strawberry genes and they fused into a carrot.
(She is the spitting image of her father, so there is no suspicion of any mailman involvement.)
2. When my now 17 year old daughter was 4 ½ she taught herself how to write
in order to write me notes saying "duma mama", perhaps corresponding to "dumm moma"
or "stoopid moma". One day when she must have been 5 I found a note on the door mat
(it appeared to have come through the mail slot) saying sweet things about me
but not very well spelt and in very childish letters, and signed "Brevbärarn" - "the postman".
I told her father that I had received a love letter from the postman.
He was very amused and said: "That's what I've always suspected."
Our daughter obviously did not understand why we laughed.
She had thought that her father was not as nice to me as she though he ought to be,
and thought that I was due a little appreciation from someone outside.
She might also have considered quitting writing me "duma mama" notes...
(I told my partner that our postman at the time was a woman.)
When I was younger I went to a local festival at the fair grounds with my mom, twin, and stepdad, I think I was 6, maybe 7, but not much older. I wanted to stop and look at everything we passed. At one point we turned a corner, and I hadn't realized they had all kept walking and I stopped to look at some toys that someone had at their station(?), I looked up to tell my mom about one that looked cool (I think it was a stuffed giraffe)- but she wasn't there. I started freaking out because I couldn't find her- turning around in a circle, looking everywhere for someone familiar, stuck my finger in my orange soda can and cut my finger on the aluminum, started crying, pretty soon this man came up to me, he was really tall and was wearing dark shades but i can't remember much about him except his clothing- white or grey tee with some blue writing on it and khakis, he asked me if I was lost, I told him "yes sir," and he grabbed my shoulder and said he thought he saw my parents, we started walking and then my mom showed up saying "there you are, there you are!" and the man let go of me and started walking away without saying anything to her- not sure if he had actually thought he had seen my parents or not but looking back at it now it's definitely unsettling.
Regarding #1 (the redhead) - my sister got the same question and mom told her the red hair came from the milkman. One day my sister came home from school and gleefully told Mom she'd met the red-headed milkman that day and told him exactly what Mom had said.
Too many things happened in my childhood that weren't good, so I'll share one that's funny instead.
On one of our annual road trips to visit grandparents, we stopped at a roadside park to use the restrooms. Tons of graffiti on the walls. I was about 6 and an advanced reader, so I could read all of it. I entertained myself by reading it while I sat there, then went back to the car and asked Mom if there were really crabs in the toilet. Mom looked confused and asked why I thought that. I repeated the one bit of graffiti on the wall that I had memorized: "Don't throw toothpicks in the john - crabs can polevault!"
Mom turned 3 shades of red and refused to tell me what it meant. Took me years to realize what it was about - but I've never forgotten it.
I still don't get it...
How is that inappropriate
Must be some slang that only u guys know.. never heard of that phrase
"Crabs" are pubic lice... and if they had toothpicks to pole vault then they could infect anyone using that toilet! 😆 I wouldn't even try to explain that to a little kid.
When I was real young, I was always taken out of class at certain times of the week to have sessions with who I assume was a counselor. I don’t remember anyone else having to do this in Pre-K.
Looking back, I think it might have had to do with the fact I was diagnosed with Aspergers pretty soon after I was born. I had isolated sessions with a counselor who taught me how to function socially all throughout my school years.
so sad for my youngest grandson, who had to grow up with no diagnosis or treatment, because his dad would not admit that a child of his could have any problem. the only way we know, is that the child's aunt read about asperger's, and the boy had all the symptoms. he's very bright, is married, has a job, but with treatment and the right meds, he could be much happier and more successful.
Same, I use to see an occupational therapist to develop my motor skills and things like that. Really cool to know someone had a similar experience as me!
Omg, 1:10 is so relatable to me. One of my “friends” stole my first ex and hid it behind one of the cards in their binder. After about 20 minutes of me searching and asking people if they’ve seen it, she randomly found it in one of the pockets of her binder. She didn’t even try to make it convincing by going through and checking all of them. Literally, the first one she checked had it. Then, a couple years later I brought a book full of all my rarest and coolest cards to school. One kid asked to look at it and I said sure. He was very adamant that I didn’t need to be near him while he looked. While I was gone, he stole 20+ of my rarest cards and I didn’t notice until the car ride home. Luckily I eventually got them back, but I never trusted him again.
Ok so my dad is very smart and I’ve learned more from him than school has ever taught me, but him and my mom always convinced me that the tooth fairy, Easter bunny, and Santa were all real and people just didn’t believe in them. I believed this until a few months ago (I’m still in my tween years, so yeeeah this was recent) and I was in my mom’s apartment. I lost my tooth and put it under my bed for the tooth fairy. My bed was positioned where she wouldn’t have been able to put anything there without waking me up, and I have a loft bed. She put the money on the table and when I asked she said “well the tooth fairy couldn’t get to your pillow so she just put it on the table!” I decided to use the money for shopping, and I gave it to my dad so he could buy it. They I looked at it and realized something. My mom gave me some money a few weeks before, but I didn’t use it and gave it back to her. The bills had numbers written on them and these had the same numbers… my life flashed before my eyes
My parents used to send my brother and I on vacation by ourselves to visit family and or close friends while they stayed home. Didnt think much of it, as a kid just thought it was cool. Turns out mom sent us every time she had to have a talk with my dad about his pain pill addiction and didn't want us to see them fight/ almost get divorced. I Appreciate it though honestly
I wanted to sing a song with my friend at a school talent show but the teacher didn't allow us to do the song we wanted to, we were obviously upset and didn't understand why. Now when I listen to the song I realize that it was probably because the lyrics are a bit inappropriate...
Which song was it?
Which song was it?
It was a Finnish pop song (Nettiin by Jenni Vartiainen), I can't find a good translated video but the lyrics are basically about a woman who broke up with a guy and then the guy posted some video online (probably a sextape or something) and the woman regrets that she let him film it
@@exoticwaffle8012 Awsome thanks
@@exoticwaffle8012 Huh. I figured it was Afternoon Delight.
I also have a reoccurring dream about me telling my mother that my older cousin did something to me in his bedroom, and she beat the crap out of him. When I was a teenager I asked my mother about it and she told me she doesn't remember anything like that. But my whole life she always warned me not to be alone with him.
You should ask her about that again after all these years for clarification
That one about the black eye just reminded me of the time my mother told me, out of the blue, that she had “stupidly” walked into a door and gotten a black eye. I hadn’t even noticed the black eye (because: makeup), but she pointed it out to me, and blurted out that ridiculous explanation. My father was/is a very verbally and emotionally abusive man, who was physically abusive to me once, and on a few occasions with my brother. I had never seen him be abusive to my mother, though. So I didn’t think twice about it, at the time. But now I’m fairly certain he hit her, as he had once hit me, when no one could see it.
I was like 6. We moved bc mom divorced dad. The guy she hired to move our stuff was a creep. He put a bag of screws (I think) in my underwear drawer and told me not to tell my mom. He later on asked me for the bag. I didn’t realize that this was weird until I thought about it in middle school.
Watch your kids, and watch the movers.
Edit: Just a Normal bag of screws people. & I only said this story because it’s weird to have someone digging in your drawers just to find your underwear drawer and put something in it. No matter what.
so the bag of screws was a bag of drugs?
Chanel Capps whats the bag of screws I’m confused
I need to know
No. Like literally a bag of screws. They had to unscrew something and dude put it in a bag. I
@@theonlytrueone7542 it's that he put it in a minors underwear drawer, not the bag itself, right?
When I was a kid I was wondering around my apartment complex till I spotted a blue balloon on the floor I got excited cuz I was bored and the first thing that popped into my head was to turn it to a water balloon which I did I kept throwing it in the air and catching it to entertain my self until I missed it and realized it didn’t pop once it hit the floor I was surprised and thought I found a special water balloon maybe the only one in the world that doesn’t pop so I kept tossing it around trying to pop it but it wouldn’t budge until I seen my brother coming home I couldn’t wait to show him what I found but as soon as I showed him he quickly threw it away and told me to wash my hands I never understood why until I was grown I was like 😳
@DarkShadowboy i think it was an enema?
@@Rosesofblood it was a used condom; usually they’re plain clear rubber, but some brands make them in different colors so they look less boring and medical
@@Hirundo-demersalis Ah okay thanks for the heads up
When I was 5 or so, I had baths with my sister, and after a few years I had to stop taking baths with her. I never understood why, I thought it was because there wasn't enough room.
This reminded me of me and my cousin sister... She is 2 years younger than me and we use to take bath together since like we were toddler till we were 11-12.... Now I know why we stopped... Maybe she and my family are little more mature than me...
Because Well... SWEET HOME ALABAMA
@@dottiedalmatian101 I know why now, also WHERE THE INCEST RUNS SO TRUE.
@@no_social_skill1369 SWEET HOME ALABAMA! ALL THE INCEST IS IN YOU!
My mom bathed me till I was 17. Is that weird?
When I was younger I was playing in the front yard with my cousin and this guy came up and asked us if wanted to help him find his puppy. Then my grandma came out and saw what he was doing and told him to go away, she then took us all inside and whooped us. Till this day that did make sense on why she whooped us but whatever. Long story short he tried to kidnap us.
She really beat u for no reason
My brothers weren't playing at the playground or getting icecream when they went out and didnt take me with them. They were drinking, doing drugs, and drag racing. They never did bad stuff with me though, when I did get to go with them we got ice cream, went to the playground together.
"peeing long distances"
Snipin's a good job mate!
It's challenging work
When an elder man cornered me while smiling/chuckling pervertedly. I ran away because he make me uncomfortable. I, at the time, thought that he mistook me for his grandchild and that I was rude for leaving. I experienced no trauma from that event, but I realised what he was actually doing a few years ago. I still wonder what would happen if I didn’t react fast enough
I was flashed by my dad's coworker. It wasn't a flash of his manhood but he quickly raised his shirt up and down, right next to my dad. He had just walked out of the managers office and I made eye contact for a while, I was only 7 years old. I didn't understand it and brushed it off, my dad always walked around the house without a shirt. Now this guy had that creepy vibe, his whole family did. He would always have us drive him to his court sessions as well. The guys mother would hit on my dad and annoy my mom. I didn't really trust any of them. Now, at age 17, I'm pretty sure that guy was probably a kid lover but didn't act on it.
One of the things that suck most about growing up is starting to notice all the shitty behaviours your parents have and knowing when they are treating you unequally
For example, my brother once got pretty mad about something very small and my dad said he shouldn’t get mad about something so unimportant. They got into a discussion and when my dad got mad I was like “you don’t have to be so mad about it” and then he got even madder and told me that I “should never tell someone who’s mad that they shouldn’t be mad because that will only make them feel worse”. Which is exactly what he did to my brother like 2 minutes earlier. And when my brother pointed that out he just kinda shrugged it off.
Elementary school music teacher liked to play the “quiet game”. We would sit in a circle legs crossed and eyes closed.
He would check to see if we were quiet by putting his head between our legs
Omg, that's pretty messed up.
I didn’t understand why my teacher had to go away until I got older and realized she was institutionalized.
@Caner Birgül The teacher had to go to a mental hospital I think.
My first grade teacher had to leave
Apparently she was sick (I hope it wasnt cancer or something)
My fourth grade Sunday school teacher left mid year, right before Christmas. It turns out she caught phenomuoia and had to go to the hospital. She never came back.
LazerKitty 07 😢
Shit, that's unfortunate.
when i was like 4 or 5 i called my mom into the kitchen to show her how our male dog kept trying to "hug" me with his front paws... managed to reach age 15 before the penny dropped T_T
I did the same thing, I was like 4 or 5, and I was playing with my dog. He started doing,, uhm,, that, and I started laughing saying it was cute and he was hugging me. I didn't realize why my mom was yelling at him until I was 11 xD
My dog did this to my sister. She called my name and said, "look he's trying to hug me he's so cute!". My sister was so confused about why I started laughing and why my mom yelled at our dog to stop.
Many years later, after he found about his dad's true character and criminal history, the tooth fairy in a hurry finally made sense. His shooting at Santa's reindeers and cutting a paw off the Easter Bunny messed up the holidays for the neighborhood.
When I was between 9 to 11, being only children, my dad was in Japan and my mother in her bf's house, I'd be home by myself a lot, sometimes for days (I know) so I would go out as much. I started to have some experiences with these group of teenagers girl friends that used to live in my street. It click years later in high school, I remember to find odd that some dudes avoided girls then when talking to some mates about experiences and girlfriends, everybody thought i was bs about mines in the beginning. I never saw it as abuse but it sounds like it
The reappearing scratches on my fathers back, I was really concerned about them as a child. I even told some friends about it. Didn't understood why my mother laughed so hard when I asked him about it.
i remember that when i was 7 or so, my best friend told me that she thinks the easter bunny may not be real and i was like, no of course it does but i was kind of shocked and told my family about it. so the following easter i was waiting patiently for the easter bunny to come and hide his presents when my brother showed me a cut on his hand and he told me that he tried to catch the easter bunny but it bit him and ran away. i was so happy about it and told all my friends about this proof of an existing easter bunny
years later he told me that he accidentally cut himself while shaving but thought he could make a story out of it to cheer me up
aw, that's a "best brother of the year" material right there!
that I was getting bullied and belittled every single day by 3 elementary school teachers who happen to be friends... I knew that whatever was happening to me was wrong but I couldn't pin point out why... only until I transferred schools did I realize the gravity of the shit I went through and the emotional trauma started to intensify, my personality shifted and I became a reserved person
@@rhopalosera9772 there is no reason to bully anyone at all... Only crazy people do so. I was a respectful kid who followed all the rules in school and had good grades
kinda reminds me of what my girlfriend went through from 3rd to 6th grade, or so she told me
@@masicbemester That's sad to hear, no one should go through bullying. I hope she's doing well
@@hershythechocolate she is doing well now
My sister was dark haired, eyed and darker skin while my brothers and I were blond, blue and green eyed with very pale skin. My dad joked that her father was the mailman. Actually she took after my dad’s mother lol. Oh, and she is very short and stocky while the rest of us are tall and slender, again just like our grandmother.
So your grandmother got your mom pregnant. Thats messed up man.
Genetics be weird xD
So what you're saying is that your dad was the mailman ;P
When I was younger, I always had a memory of being in a hospital bed with a needle in my arm but I could never remember why. One day in high school, I told my mom my friends found it weird that I have this small horizontal slit in the corner of my left eye, which I always thought was something I was born with. Turns out, I slipped on a slope when I was younger and a glass shard pierced me (she didn't tell me if it was big or if it got embedded but judging from how the scar is deeper than a mere gash, I would assume it was bad) She told me I was nearly blinded at the age of 5 years old. I find it ironic that now when I take off my glasses, everything at least two feet from me is very blurry.
I know it’s late, but when I was about 3 I had a toy I really loved. One day it disappeared, and I asked my mother about it. She told me he went to Africa, to see his family (it was a hippo). I believed it, and asked my mother when he was going to come back. She told me she didn’t know exactly, maybe in a few weeks…
One day, the bell ring sounded and I went to open the door. There he was! I was so happy that he came back!
A couple of years later I asked my mother about it and she told me the truth. I cried a lot that day.
Bro the dirty home one was my childhood. I thought it was normal until I 6 I went to my neighbor's apartment and loudly said. "Charlotte's house is so clean and ours is so dirty!" Everybody just laughed it off after an awkward silence.