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I have to start out by saying, I am not a happy person.
I am actually pretty fucking miserable.
And angry. Oh, so angry.
But, I am wondering. We have a 'what brings you joy?' thread..
What's the worst thing one person has ever done to you? Made you the angriest you've ever been, hurt you the worst, was the worst betrayal sort of thing? Because one person at a time likes to tear me down every time I stop being depressed. That's probably the angst talking, though.. so..
Stories?

Because one person at a time likes to tear me down every time I stop being depressed.

I never, EVER allow someone to cause me emotional harm. Even when it's love lost kind of pain, I do my best to not allow them to affect me in a negative way.

Only a bunch of people can bring me down by each attempting to convince me that I'm a social outcast or something, but it doesn't last long.

The only pain I feel, which is frequent and heavy, is due to my clinical depression. I only *think* that these people are hurting me, but I know it's not true, and I will never allow anyone to hurt me emotionally.

So I urge you and everyone to start living by my... whatever... standards, motto, whatever it's called:

Never allow a person (especially one with ill intentions towards you) to hurt you emotionally with words. Words cannot hurt you if you can just put yourself in my mindset. No-one deserves to hurt me emotionally, so I don't let them.

Mind you, this does not make you immune, I'm sure I'm still hurt a little bit, but at least the damage is significantly reduced, and I don't perceive their words as hurting me.

Oh, right, a worst thing done to me... well really bad things done to me have a way of turning good for me in the end.

For example:

Recently, I was in Computer Engineering. I'm not a very handy person, and have huge problems with mechanical stuff. I'd rather walk each day to school than have to replace the inner tube of my bike.

So the whole course was to be done mainly in partners, and my best friend betrayed me to partner up to one of my friends. It kind of turned out for the better because I ended up partners with the most skilled guy in there, but I still would have preferred the comradeship of my best friend over the inherent benefits of this skilled person.

As I was having huge difficulties in this course, my best friend's betrayal was beginning to agravate, because I knew I wouldn't be despairing so much if we were partners.

Well, in the end, the huge project that IS the course began and I just got overwhelmed at my total incapability of doing it, so I transfered out and took Latin instead. Not only is Latin super awesome and fun for me, I've learned that there's even more death in Computer Engineering... so it really turned out for the best that I left.

I have to start out by saying, I am not a happy person.
I am actually pretty fucking miserable.
And angry. Oh, so angry.
But, I am wondering. We have a 'what brings you joy?' thread..
What's the worst thing one person has ever done to you? Made you the angriest you've ever been, hurt you the worst, was the worst betrayal sort of thing? Because one person at a time likes to tear me down every time I stop being depressed. That's probably the angst talking, though.. so..
Stories?
I have largely succeeded in forgetting most of the wrongs done to me over the last 62 years, something for which I am very thankful.

The best thing to do is not hang on to percieved wrongs. Just let them go. All hanging onto them can do is create emotional and physical problems for you. It harms the other person not at all, just you.

Theo worst things ever done t me pale in comparison to the things I have done to others.

Theo worst things ever done t me pale in comparison to the things I have done to others.


Well thats almost on topic. Tell us some of the horrible things you've done to others.

Oh, right, a worst thing done to me... well really bad things done to me have a way of turning good for me in the end.

For example:

Recently, I was in Computer Engineering. I'm not a very handy person, and have huge problems with mechanical stuff. I'd rather walk each day to school than have to replace the inner tube of my bike.

So the whole course was to be done mainly in partners, and my best friend betrayed me to partner up to one of my friends. It kind of turned out for the better because I ended up partners with the most skilled guy in there, but I still would have preferred the comradeship of my best friend over the inherent benefits of this skilled person.

As I was having huge difficulties in this course, my best friend's betrayal was beginning to agravate, because I knew I wouldn't be despairing so much if we were partners.

Well, in the end, the huge project that IS the course began and I just got overwhelmed at my total incapability of doing it, so I transfered out and took Latin instead. Not only is Latin super awesome and fun for me, I've learned that there's even more death in Computer Engineering... so it really turned out for the best that I left.
Yeah, kinda happened to me too.. We were all friends and got along great, untill the projects were assigned.. The 2 smart ones grouped together and basicly said "fuck you" to us. I wouldn't mind this if I knew what the hell needed to be done (electro mech. I sucked at it.. screw drivers and splices just aint my cup of tea...).

I have largely succeeded in forgetting most of the wrongs done to me over the last 62 years, something for which I am very thankful.
You know, I've been trying to remember one single nasty thing that has been done to me and I can't do it. I'm sure there were nasty things in my past, but I just never thought too much about them and nothing at all after a while and now they're gone.

My mom making me eat brussel sprouts. I try not to dwell on it.

See: Male Genetalia Q and A thread.

Well thats almost on topic. Tell us some of the horrible things you've done to others.
Oh you know, approaching emos and telling them to just go ahead and commit suicide and stop wasting everybody’s time. My latest hobby. Nobody's ever done anything worse than that to me. Something I'm quite proud of.

Oh you know, approaching emos and telling them to just go ahead and commit suicide and stop wasting everybody’s time. My latest hobby. Nobody's ever done anything worse than that to me. Something I'm quite proud of.


Youre not very ambitious are you? Someone must have really done a number on you to cause you to be so hateful. Its sad.

I've laughed at so many retards over the past couple weeks that I've sworn to never ever have kids because if I did they'd be totally fucked....

Oh you know, approaching emos and telling them to just go ahead and commit suicide and stop wasting everybody’s time. My latest hobby. Nobody's ever done anything worse than that to me. Something I'm quite proud of.


And will someone please post a pic of an "Emo"? I dont think I've ever seen one.

Oh you know, approaching emos and telling them to just go ahead and commit suicide and stop wasting everybody’s time.
Pfft. n00b.

Try earning someone's trust knowing that you're going to betray them the worst way possible. Twice. Now, that's horrible.

Wait, was this about the worst thing we've ever done to someone else...or the worst thing someone else has done to us?


Either way, it pretty much was all at the same time, and I'd rather not provide specifics. Those who know me best already know what it is I'm alluding to (or, I think they do).

And will someone please post a pic of an "Emo"? I dont think I've ever seen one.
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Dwelling on past grievances can lead to anger, hate, and depression, especially if one cannot do anything to change what has happened.

Those that can move beyond the past grievances through acceptance and forgiveness can truly enjoy freedom. :)

Try earning someone's trust knowing that you're going to betray them the worst way possible. Twice. Now, that's horrible.
A dream of mine, actually. Problem is, I am not charismatic, especially good looking or trustworthy. Makes it quite difficult, though I eagerly await an opportunity to do so.
And will someone please post a pic of an "Emo"? I dont think I've ever seen one.
http://piratekitty.homestead.com/files/emow.jpg

yr 11 end of year reports came back
great results! 1st for chemistry, physics, AND two different maths subjects
BUT
parents shitty coz of dodgy english results (44th of 70-something)
-hour lecture on how i should be applying myself in school
makes you feel kinda worthless

and in jan i went out with a guy three times and i thought there was something, but he stopped answering my calls and wouldnt reply to my msgs. havent seen or spoken to him since. no explanation. kinda stupid thing to freak out about but it doesnt make me feel good either...

i read a note a friend had been passing in class yesterday, revealing all sorts of bitchiness that i shouldnt know about, and that she obviously didnt want to tell me. i shouldnt have looked, but i did when she dropped it and didnt realise. thats about the worst ive done recently.

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oh. Those. They get a :rolleyes: too.

A dream of mine, actually. Problem is, I am not charismatic, especially good looking or trustworthy. Makes it quite difficult, though I eagerly await an opportunity to do so.
You don't need to be any of those things. All you need is a certain air of inoffensiveness and self-assuredness. And a plan.

And there are many other less horrible things you can do, but that certainly beat telling emo-kids to go and kill themselves. That's not even original.

i read a note a friend had been passing in class yesterday, revealing all sorts of bitchiness that i shouldnt know about, and that she obviously didnt want to tell me. i shouldnt have looked, but i did when she dropped it and didnt realise. thats about the worst ive done recently.
I hope you made photocopies of such note and distributed it. Gum in the shoe, that works to get notes from the floor.

Worst thing ever done to me? Where to begin? I think I'd have to go with a lifetime of physical and emotional abuse by my parents.

don't know about betrayal or anything but the worst thing done to me by another person or group was being shoved into the showers in school changing rooms and then pissed on by numerous others - that was really fucking nasty but a long time ago. recently the worst thing was someone said i was a joke - i dont mind being the butt of jokes (i'm quite capable of laughing at myself) but to be regarded as a joke in myself was pretty hurtful even if it was meant as a joke.

Theo worst things ever done t me pale in comparison to the things I have done to others.

I believe you. Many of your posts remind me of someone working on the first leg of a hard 40.

Worst ever?

Left my wife in 1996 when our baby died and ran away to join the foreign legion. She got in touch through the British Consulate 18 months later and we got back together. Did my five year contract and went back to her, taking a shitty supermarket job to be with her. Had three more kids.

Last year found her in bed with another guy, tried to throttle him but he got away. Was then told to pack my bags (the house is in her name) and get out. Later informed that Georgie (who died) wasn't even mine. After DNA tests turns out that one of the current ones isn't mine either. After giving up my life to be with a woman who proclaimed her love for me I have now found it was all a big lie and have nothing left.

Anyone who tries to tell me that women are more honest or more emotionally attuned than men tends to get short words. In general I have found that they can be far more deceitful and calculating than men can ever be.

Worst ever?

Left my wife in 1996 when our baby died and ran away to join the foreign legion. She got in touch through the British Consulate 18 months later and we got back together. Did my five year contract and went back to her, taking a shitty supermarket job to be with her. Had three more kids.

Last year found her in bed with another guy, tried to throttle him but he got away. Was then told to pack my bags (the house is in her name) and get out. Later informed that Georgie (who died) wasn't even mine. After DNA tests turns out that one of the current ones isn't mine either. After giving up my life to be with a woman who proclaimed her love for me I have now found it was all a big lie and have nothing left.

Anyone who tries to tell me that women are more honest or more emotionally attuned than men tends to get short words. In general I have found that they can be far more deceitful and calculating than men can ever be.

That pretty much takes the cake as far as I can see. :(

The worst thing ever done to me was my heart being broken (repeatedly, it's almost like it's made of very thin glass or something, as it's very easy to break), and friends betraying me.

Nothing near as horrible as what happened to poor Ollieland.

The worst things done to me don't make me feel as bad as some others. It's easier to get over something by being mad than not having that option.

My father let me down horribly last year and what is worse, also my daughter. I wont say how, but it was so bad that I considered taking my own life.

i'm not sure, its a difficult question... i think one of the more hurtful things done to me in recent times was while i was at uni last year. i was clinically depressed and not feeling too great with things anyway, and also finding it really difficult to make friends this year (unlike the previous year where is just sorta happened). i managed to get talking to this girl in one of my lectures who seemed pretty cool - she liked metal and seemed pretty miserable half too. so i thought we were going to be friends cos we talked and walked back to halls together and things - its not much but it was all i had in the way of friendship then. and then one day she just stops sitting next to me - i remember it well; we sat in the same side of the hall each lecture and made sure there was a seat for each other, whoever got there first, and this time i saw her come in, waved, she saw me, did half a wave, and went to sit on her own somewhere else. that was then repeated for a few weeks (in that she deliberatley stopped wanting to even sit with me)... and a few weeks after that i stopped going to lectures alltogether anyway.

i was quite fragile and just needed a friend at that time, and i remember being so hurt that she needlessly did that - was it something i said, or did, or do i smell or am i just creepy or nasty, or just not a nice person to be with? after all, i had no other friends at the time (bar the people i was living with but... meh, thats complicated too). maybe it was something in her that made the change, i don't know, but it was still unpleasant.

probably not, in the grand scheme of things, a terrible thing to do - but the implications to a depressed mind were far, far out of proportion to the act.

Worst thing ever done to me?

Hard to say.

You know? Actually, it isn't. I've been the butt of some really cruel pranks. I've been hazed in ways that would scar people who weren't already slightly off-kilter for life. I've been beaten up. But the worst was finding out that the woman I loved and had asked to marry me was cheating on me with another woman.

I have since recovered, and I am glad I didn't make a dreadful mistake because her being a lesbian was really nothing compared to learning a few years later that she was really more of a 'white trash' type. Last I heard, she went to jail for bouncing checks.

Now I'm happily married to a great woman. All's well that ends well. :)

Ive had my share of teasing, and harrassment, but I've never been the recipient of anything very terrible.

I seem to bring out the best in people, and by that, I mean that many people I know, are notorious for various drama, but none of them, have pulled thier antics on me.

Either they have no desire to bring drama when around me, or i dont earn thier ire.

Aside from the occasional confrontation here and there, the worst thing anyone ever did to me, was steal my Pink Floyd tickets, and then lie to me about it.
This was the last time they came around on tour in America.
They played "Dark Side of the Moon", in its entirety, for the first time in 25 years.

A "friend" who was holding our tickets, told me he lost them, and then gave my ticket to someone else.

I havent spoken to him since.

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in my experience, i'm the one who makes me feel worst. i have a tendency to occaisionally think that nobody i know likes me, no matter what they say and do. it's kinda freaky to spend most of a day thinking that all your friends hang around with you out of pity. i get over in a few days, normally. fortunately, nowadays it's not much of a problem, because i know that my girlfriend likes me. most people seem to recognise that, even i can

I'm not sure. I've been bullied various times - I think that was a main factor in my lack of confidence and finding it hard to make friends.

The thing that sticks out the most was with a friend of mine. We were really close but not any more, partly because of what he did. Basically, he used my depression against me as a reason not to be with me, to mock me and to hurt me in the worst possible way. He knew exactly how to get to me because we'd been so close and used that to dig out my worst insecurities of causing other people pain, of making people unhappy, and the guilt I had from depression. To make it worse, he was basically the one person I'd turned to throughout all of my depression. He was the one I'd opened up to and trusted with it. Who I always talked to about it and trusted with it. The betrayal was just unbearable and I still don't know how he could have done that.

Another awful thing was an accusation by the same person. I was trying to explain why going behind a friend's back to her parents/a doctor because of her selfharm wasn't necesarily the right option or at least was more complicated than he thought. He accused me of liking the situation of her selfharming and wanting everyone around me to be miserable so that I'd have someone in the same boat as me. It still makes me feel ill thinking about it - the idea that one of my closest friends could truly believe I like seeing my loved ones suffer just for some twisted form of comfort and - not just that - that'd I actually try to prevent someone I care about from being happy, just so I'd feel better.

Those are the two main things I remember, though my whole friendship with him was screwed up. It hurt more because I thought I was in love with him. I ended up saying I couldn't deal with the friendship and we didn't speak for a long time. Now we just get along in classes as casual friends. So I suppose I forgave him because I don't hold a grudge - but I can't forget and the memories still hurt.

...To make it worse, he was basically the one person I'd turned to throughout all of my depression. He was the one I'd opened up to and trusted with it. Who I always talked to about it and trusted with it. The betrayal was just unbearable and I still don't know how he could have done that.


... He accused me of liking the situation of her selfharming and wanting everyone around me to be miserable so that I'd have someone in the same boat as me.
what an asshole :mad:
ok i kinda know about some of this but still... makes me kinda mad (and then just sad) to hear about it :(

*hugs* :fluffle:

i would say i'd never do that to you - you know i wouldn't... i couldn't - but this isn't about me. i'm just sorry things have been so hard for you :-( but one day the sun will shine on you! (oh yeah... lyrics save the day again! :P )

I try not to be affected by spiteful or nasty people. In general I just stay away from people like that. I have no qualms about breaking friendships or relationships if the other person is just a ... not-very-nice person.

I don't think I'll share anything here now... I'd rather not be reminded that such people actually exist. Sometimes that's the best way...

what an asshole :mad:
ok i kinda know about some of this but still... makes me kinda mad (and then just sad) to hear about it :(

*hugs* :fluffle:

i would say i'd never do that to you - you know i wouldn't... i couldn't - but this isn't about me. i'm just sorry things have been so hard for you :-( but one day the sun will shine on you! (oh yeah... lyrics save the day again! :P )
:fluffle: *hugs*

You don't need to be sorry. I'm stronger for it now and it taught me a lot about myself and relationships, however awful it was at the time. And, sometimes looking back makes me angry or sad, but often I can look back fairly calmly.

He's not actually that bad. The things he did were - they tore me apart- but i don't think he actually is, as a person. Dealing with someone who has depression when you have no concept of that would be hard, i guess, and he just couldn't do it. I'm not excusing him or defending him. He did the worst possible thing anyone could do to me, really. It was so incredibly damaging. Just saying I can understand, in a way, and it's complicated. I mean, he helped me a hell of a lot at some points - one easy example is that he was the person who convinced me to tell my parents about depression and get some professional help. And, with the accusation, part of the reason he was so harsh is because he has... well, a phobia of veins and blood and therefore selfharm. So it was an incredibly hard issue for him, and he couldn't get his head around my point of view at all.
I can only see all this looking back and trying to be more rational about it though, and even now I still don't understand half of what happened and why in our friendship. (This is just one part - granted: a main part - of the friendship to try and explain to you at some point and it's all so complicated :P)

So he's not a total asshole... Just those two things were... asshole-ish :P :-/

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i know you wouldn't *hugs* *puts on song*

:fluffle: *hugs*

You don't need to be sorry. I'm stronger for it now and it taught me a lot about myself and relationships, however awful it was at the time. And, sometimes looking back makes me angry or sad, but often I can look back fairly calmly.

He's not actually that bad. The things he did were - they tore me apart- but i don't think he actually is, as a person. Dealing with someone who has depression when you have no concept of that would be hard, i guess, and he just couldn't do it. I'm not excusing him or defending him. He did the worst possible thing anyone could do to me, really. It was so incredibly damaging. Just saying I can understand, in a way, and it's complicated. I mean, he helped me a hell of a lot at some points - one easy example is that he was the person who convinced me to tell my parents about depression and get some professional help. And, with the accusation, part of the reason he was so harsh is because he has... well, a phobia of veins and blood and therefore selfharm. So it was an incredibly hard issue for him, and he couldn't get his head around my point of view at all.
I can only see all this looking back and trying to be more rational about it though, and even now I still don't understand half of what happened and why in our friendship. (This is just one part - granted: a main part - of the friendship to try and explain to you at some point and it's all so complicated :P)

So he's not a total asshole... Just those two things were... asshole-ish :P :-/

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i know you wouldn't *hugs* *puts on song*
well, yes, i can understand that.... if he didn't understand or thought the things he was doing were the best thing to do, then i can understand. i guess he probably wasn't doing it out of malice, which i suppose 'excuses' him somewhat (and if he did help too then thats good)... but still...
ah, i won't hold a grudge if you don't... i just don't like to hear of you being hurt :(

well, yes, i can understand that.... if he didn't understand or thought the things he was doing were the best thing to do, then i can understand. i guess he probably wasn't doing it out of malice, which i suppose 'excuses' him somewhat (and if he did help too then thats good)... but still...
ah, i won't hold a grudge if you don't... i just don't like to hear of you being hurt :(
well, the first thing (and worst thing) was malice... and far more unforgiveable... but, somehow i did forgive him. maybe just time? maybe the strength it gave me to get through it? maybe cos it made it easier to break away from him? maybe cos he apologised? maybe cos i know he probably didnt understand exactly how much it would hurt? maybe just cos i can't not forgive him? maybe just cos it's pointless to hold the grudge? who knows...
I was really just saying it's not clear-cut and I don't think he's an inherently bad person, not really.
*hugs* i know. just like i hate the idea of you being hurt - just like i hate the idea of you in any pain whatsoever. what you mentioned earlier, i know exactly how painful things like that can be.... *hugs and love*

an ex-girlfriend hit me with her car.

Long story short- I had the audacity to try to walk home after an arguement-I cant "talk about it" for the countless hours.

So I started walking home. It would have done me good-given me time to decompress.

As I was walking,she drove up and wanted me to get in the car,kept driving along side as I did my best not to get drawn in. I was just getting used to getting ahead of the car and then it catching up when it sped up again, this time swerving into me, tossing me in the air over the hood like a toy.

Thats may be the worst one I am able to talk about in here.

an ex-girlfriend hit me with her car.

Long story short- I had the audacity to try to walk home after an arguement-I cant "talk about it" for the countless hours.

So I started walking home. It would have done me good-given me time to decompress.

As I was walking,she drove up and wanted me to get in the car,kept driving along side as I did my best not to get drawn in. I was just getting used to getting ahead of the car and then it catching up when it sped up again, this time swerving into me, tossing me in the air over the hood like a toy.

Thats may be the worst one I am able to talk about in here.

:eek:
The one that got away huh? Barely.

Worst thing....probably when my (now ex) boyfriend got my (also now ex) friend pregnant, lied about it for 2 months, then only came clean when rumours started going round. He told me about it via msn. That was 3 years ago and I still don't speak to him.

The worst thing that ever happened to me would probably be my birth, where most of my problems stem from. That or the string of abuses that led to my numerous paraphilias and psychological disorders.

Emotional: N/A

Mental: N/A

Physical: Someone accidentally swung a baseball bat at my head and I suffered a mild concussion.

Two things:

1. Seven years of mostly verbal bullying at the hands of a few in primary school. Unfortunately, most school children are easily led by a few.

2. Getting beaten and robbed by muggers late one night last year.

The first influenced my development profoundly over the following ten years, so only in the past two years have I become a well-adjusted and happy person.

The second caused a lot of pain at the time but had no lasting consequences, besides the financial cost. Interestingly, it also converted me to more socialist thought and to oppose gun control.

I have had some problems with verbal bullying in the past. It stemmed from the fact that at my old school (up to when I was eleven) I was THE smart guy. By the time it was the final year there were eighteen of us, and I was to be frank the intelegent guy. I got a scholarship into top school, school's first science SAT 6 etc. All great. However when I entered my new school, I was with my peers. Who did not apreciate my inflated ego. But not I'm intergrated, still got a massive ego (:D) but it is under control, and with the development of some decent muscles and co-ordination I have diverted from the 'totally geek' path. I tend to just not let people get me annoyed, if they say something nasty I just think: "Do I want to be pissed off? No? Then I won't let them make me be. I am the master of myself, not they." And I am fine. The only way now to get me royally annoyed is to pick on a friend of mine, or even just someone who looks like they cannot defend themselves. Then the blood rises and I'm afraid they won't be seeing daylight for a while, not through two bruised eyes they are not.

Emotional: N/A

Mental: N/A

Physical: Someone accidentally swung a baseball bat at my head and I suffered a mild concussion.

Andy? Is that you? Damn man, you're still telling people about that! I said I'm SORRY!

Worst thing that ever happened to me:

eh, being molested repeatedly by a teacher when I was a pre-teen.

worst part of it? I worked thorugh it after a while, but when eventually (about 10 years later) when I told my parents about it, THEY haven't been able to deal with it, and are completely hung up on it, and it really destroyed our relationship. what's with that?

My life's actually pretty ok i guess, can't even really think of something really bad that someone did to me, ok apart from the random crap that people get from older sisters (but that isn't so bad and doesn't count). It's just random stuff that makes me really (really) sad.. ( as in, i really miss my boyfriend, and have no way of seeing him within the next month or two unless a miracle happens)

Worst thing that ever happened to me:

eh, being molested repeatedly by a teacher when I was a pre-teen.

worst part of it? I worked thorugh it after a while, but when eventually (about 10 years later) when I told my parents about it, THEY haven't been able to deal with it, and are completely hung up on it, and it really destroyed our relationship. what's with that?


I'm very sorry to hear that happened to you.

As a father, this really hit me hard. I dont know how I would feel if one of my children brought this to my attention further down the road.
Its the stuff of nightmares. I would blame myself for being unaware, guilty I didnt find out and deal with it, mad at your for not telling me. I'd want to hunt the pervert that molested you down and make them pay, I'd be hateful and full of rage. I'd feel like a failure for not protecting you.

Not to dimisish the fact that you are the victim, your parents became victims of sorts too when they found out. I cant really imagine how horrible it would be to learn of that.

I hope you are able to sort things out with them and have a good relationship again.

Worst thing? Apart from being born?
The first 15 years of my life, I guess...

When I was 20, I was chased by a man with a "Rambo" knife, through a parking deck. I escaped, but lost my shoes when I took off running.(I was wearing a dress and heels) I had nightmares about that for a long time. If I hadnt made it to the elevator in time, or had someone from a higher floor had pressed the button a few seconds earlier, I'd have been a goner.

Some other things, that I choose not to discuss here, were far worse and I dont speak of them much.

:eek:
The one that got away huh? Barely.

I've been through other windshields since then, just not ass-first.

Worst thing? Apart from being born?
The first 15 years of my life, I guess...

Life's better since then,though-right?

Life's better since then,though-right?

Sometimes :D

When I was 20, I was chased by a man with a "Rambo" knife, through a parking deck. I escaped, but lost my shoes when I took off running.(I was wearing a dress and heels) I had nightmares about that for a long time. If I hadnt made it to the elevator in time, or had someone from a higher floor had pressed the button a few seconds earlier, I'd have been a goner.

Some other things, that I choose not to discuss here, were far worse and I dont speak of them much.

Thats freaking scary. Sorry to hear you've had worse-I'd say for a little lady,that should have been the worst.

Sometimes :D

Good.

I'm very sorry to hear that happened to you.

As a father, this really hit me hard. I dont know how I would feel if one of my children brought this to my attention further down the road.
Its the stuff of nightmares. I would blame myself for being unaware, guilty I didnt find out and deal with it, mad at your for not telling me. I'd want to hunt the pervert that molested you down and make them pay, I'd be hateful and full of rage. I'd feel like a failure for not protecting you.

Not to dimisish the fact that you are the victim, your parents became victims of sorts too when they found out. I cant really imagine how horrible it would be to learn of that.

I hope you are able to sort things out with them and have a good relationship again.


As a parent now myself, I do understand how hard it was/is for them. I know I'd be happy to kill anyone who so much as laid a stray finger on my daughter to hurt her in any way.

I know my dad took it hard in that he felt he should've been the protector, and was so oblivious as to have no idea there was a problem, and I think both my parents took it as me saying "you were bad parents". But I don't think any of their victim-ness or hurt made it excusable to blame ME, as if I had made them the victims. And even more than blaming me for it, and for not telling them at the time (which was their excuse for blaming me), they managed to start treating me like they couldn't trust me, and had to isolate me in order to protect me, to make up for it. It was somewhat counter-productive. Just when I was ready to patch things up between us, they totally shut them down.

As to things working out, yeah, I hope so too. I've been corresponding with my mom lately, and she seems willing to see me. And my dad even told her she was allowed to, but not at either of our houses, so we have planned to get together some nice day this spring, so she can meet her now-two-year-old granddaughter for the first time. At least my mom is starting to treat me like a normal human bean, again. There is yet hope.

Thats freaking scary. Sorry to hear you've had worse-I'd say for a little lady,that should have been the worst.


It was awful. I was leaving work around 5:30pm and was headed to my car, when I rounded the corner, I saw a man being held up by two other men with masks on. One had a gun and one had a knife. They saw me and the one with the gun nudged the other one and said "GET HER!" It was like a movie scene except I was in it. I turned around and ran as fast as I could, came out of my shoes,and reached the elevator...pressing "close door" about a million times. It closed but the guy made it to the elevator and I heard him pound the metal door and say "BITCH!"

I was so nervous when I reached the main level that I could barely tell the Security person what had happened, but I managed to tell him that a man needed help down in the parking deck.

They found the man who was being held up laying on the ground, but he was physically ok. They took his wallet and ran away after I made it to the elevator, he told the police.

It was pretty damn scary. I quit two weeks later and moved back to my small home town. I was finished with Atlanta after that.

It was awful. I was leaving work around 5:30pm and was headed to my car, when I rounded the corner, I saw a man being held up by two other men with masks on. One had a gun and one had a knife. They saw me and the one with the gun nudged the other one and said "GET HER!" It was like a movie scene except I was in it. I turned around and ran as fast as I could, came out of my shoes,and reached the elevator...pressing "close door" about a million times. It closed but the guy made it to the elevator and I heard him pound the metal door and say "BITCH!"

I was so nervous when I reached the main level that I could barely tell the Security person what had happened, but I managed to tell him that a man needed help down in the parking deck.

They found the man who was being held up laying on the ground, but he was physically ok. They took his wallet and ran away after I made it to the elevator, he told the police.

It was pretty damn scary. I quit two weeks later and moved back to my small home town. I was finished with Atlanta after that.

That sounds absolutely terrifying. I'm glad you were ok, and the other guy was too. Did they ever catch the bad guys? I'd probably leave town too after that... or at least never go back to that location again! *shudder*

As a parent now myself, I do understand how hard it was/is for them. I know I'd be happy to kill anyone who so much as laid a stray finger on my daughter to hurt her in any way.

I know my dad took it hard in that he felt he should've been the protector, and was so oblivious as to have no idea there was a problem, and I think both my parents took it as me saying "you were bad parents". But I don't think any of their victim-ness or hurt made it excusable to blame ME, as if I had made them the victims. And even more than blaming me for it, and for not telling them at the time (which was their excuse for blaming me), they managed to start treating me like they couldn't trust me, and had to isolate me in order to protect me, to make up for it. It was somewhat counter-productive. Just when I was ready to patch things up between us, they totally shut them down.

As to things working out, yeah, I hope so too. I've been corresponding with my mom lately, and she seems willing to see me. And my dad even told her she was allowed to, but not at either of our houses, so we have planned to get together some nice day this spring, so she can meet her now-two-year-old granddaughter for the first time. At least my mom is starting to treat me like a normal human bean, again. There is yet hope.

As a parent now-I'm sure you can understand a little of how they must have felt. That is high on the list of worst nightmares.

It sounds like you and mom have both made a good choice and took a step in the right direction. Your daughter will probably break the ice and you'll likely have a very happy reunion.

Good luck there.

It was awful. I was leaving work around 5:30pm and was headed to my car, when I rounded the corner, I saw a man being held up by two other men with masks on. One had a gun and one had a knife. They saw me and the one with the gun nudged the other one and said "GET HER!" It was like a movie scene except I was in it. I turned around and ran as fast as I could, came out of my shoes,and reached the elevator...pressing "close door" about a million times. It closed but the guy made it to the elevator and I heard him pound the metal door and say "BITCH!"

I was so nervous when I reached the main level that I could barely tell the Security person what had happened, but I managed to tell him that a man needed help down in the parking deck.

They found the man who was being held up laying on the ground, but he was physically ok. They took his wallet and ran away after I made it to the elevator, he told the police.

It was pretty damn scary. I quit two weeks later and moved back to my small home town. I was finished with Atlanta after that.

I'm glad you ran. So many people in similar circumstances may have frozen in place. Thats one that would have you feeling unsafe for a while.
I'm real happy that you're still around to tell us-intact.

That sounds absolutely terrifying. I'm glad you were ok, and the other guy was too. Did they ever catch the bad guys? I'd probably leave town too after that... or at least never go back to that location again! *shudder*


Thank you. It was almost like an out of body experience.....seriously like watching a movie. They caught the man with the knife because he had taken his mask off when he ran back to his partner and the man who had been held at gunpoint was able to get a good look at his face. Then he squealed on his partner. They got 5 years in prison. Urg.

I'm also sorry to hear about your experience. I wish you the best in regards to mending the gap with your parents.:)

I really dont know
I guess i did the worst thing to my self by asking the question "what is the purpose of life"

I'm glad you ran. So many people in similar circumstances may have frozen in place. Thats one that would have you feeling unsafe for a while.
I'm real happy that you're still around to tell us-intact.

Thanks darlin'. Of course now, at 31, I'm sure I run a tad bit slower. Back then I was a lifeguard on the side. I do have this unbelievable sense of awareness now. I can feel people who are 20 feet behind me. Their presence. It's odd. My best friend calls it my "spider senses". pfft.

Thank you. It was almost like an out of body experience.....seriously like watching a movie. They caught the man with the knife because he had taken his mask off when he ran back to his partner and the man who had been held at gunpoint was able to get a good look at his face. Then he squealed on his partner. They got 5 years in prison. Urg.

I'm also sorry to hear about your experience. I wish you the best in regards to mending the gap with your parents.:)

I totally know what you mean about the movie thing. I've had a few times like that in my own life, generally in extreme crisis. The trouble is it also makes remembering it like watching a movie of it over and over, at least for me. I think the most recent time was when I watched the car behind me on the highway roll over twice into the ditch, and stopped to help. It was the weirdest thing... everyone else was panicky and had no idea what to do, and I was in movie-mode and gave them all jobs and did things myself until a guy showed up who said he was a paramedic. Then I told him what I knew, let him take over, and went and sat down until the police arrived. But I would still recognise the five other people who stopped to help, and the two people in the car. And I can tell you almost verbatim what was said through the entire episode. Like a scene in a movie you've watched a hundred times. Only in that case, it wasn't traumatic to me... if it were, I can only imagine.

I'm glad they caught the guys, but 5 years isn't anywhere like enough time for that. Armed robbery... but I'm sure if they were armed, they'd have been willing to kill, too...

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It was pretty damn scary. I quit two weeks later and moved back to my small home town. I was finished with Atlanta after that.
wow that *is* awful... wow :eek:
glad you weren't hurt :S

Thanks darlin'. Of course now, at 31, I'm sure I run a tad bit slower. Back then I was a lifeguard on the side. I do have this unbelievable sense of awareness now. I can feel people who are 20 feet behind me. Their presence. It's odd. My best friend calls it my "spider senses". pfft.


Its good to have a heightened sense of awareness. Some people spend their whole lives trying to supress that.

Dont ever ignore it.

Me: "I think I love you."
Girl: *laughs*
Me: "...ow"

I always thought I was the coldest person around but damn, maybe that's why I like her so much. :D

Me: "I think I love you."
Girl: *laughs*
Me: "...ow"

I always thought I was the coldest person around but damn, maybe that's why I like her so much. :D

*looks* no, from your location, it couldn't have been me. *whew* I've done that to a couple different guys. Before you jump on me, it wasn't my fault! I wasn't dating them, I wasn't leading them on, I wasn't even spending much time with them... they just decided to "fall in love" with me without giving me a say in the matter. It was flattering, but just a little scary, and laughing was better than staring dumbly with my mouth hanging open!

laughing was better than staring dumbly with my mouth hanging open!

For you.

*looks* no, from your location, it couldn't have been me. *whew* I've done that to a couple different guys. Before you jump on me, it wasn't my fault! I wasn't dating them, I wasn't leading them on, I wasn't even spending much time with them... they just decided to "fall in love" with me without giving me a say in the matter. It was flattering, but just a little scary, and laughing was better than staring dumbly with my mouth hanging open!

Yeah I was dating this girl for a while, it's like her personality did a complete 180. *shrugs* oh well, I'm better off.

When I think about it, I can't remember anything really bad. The worst stuff I can remember is kinda pathetic (You call that bad? Ha! sort of thing), especially when compared to some of you guys' experiences... I guess I should either thank my lucky stars that I've lived largely unscathed so far, or for the rest of my life live in fear of something comparable happening to me...

Yeah I was dating this girl for a while, it's like her personality did a complete 360. *shrugs* oh well, I'm better off.

So her personality came back to its starting point? :p

So her personality came back to its starting point? :p

Brain no wanna work proper 2nite. Ugh.

No one has done anything really notworthy bad to me. I mean some mean spirited things yes, but there is one...

... The time my dad beat me with a belt and I literally had a swollen imprint of the belt around my leg for two weeks. It hurt to move my leg and walk. I've never forgotten the day, and have not forgiven my father, and never will. Ever.

I think i definately win this thread because i've had someone try to kill me. All you had was someone make fun of you. It gets a little more personal when your being shot at you than when you are being made fun of. So remember next time you feel depressed, suck it up, there is plenty worse in this world.

I never, EVER allow someone to cause me emotional harm. Even when it's love lost kind of pain, I do my best to not allow them to affect me in a negative way.

Only a bunch of people can bring me down by each attempting to convince me that I'm a social outcast or something, but it doesn't last long.

The only pain I feel, which is frequent and heavy, is due to my clinical depression. I only *think* that these people are hurting me, but I know it's not true, and I will never allow anyone to hurt me emotionally.

So I urge you and everyone to start living by my... whatever... standards, motto, whatever it's called:

Never allow a person (especially one with ill intentions towards you) to hurt you emotionally with words. Words cannot hurt you if you can just put yourself in my mindset. No-one deserves to hurt me emotionally, so I don't let them.

Mind you, this does not make you immune, I'm sure I'm still hurt a little bit, but at least the damage is significantly reduced, and I don't perceive their words as hurting me.
First of all, that's a rather fast way to lose touch with the essence of humanity. I know; I am that. But some pains are still there, mostly just the lover who is that of another.:( :( :( That's prolly the worst thing that has ever happened to me, and while my life hasn't been absolutely horrible, it certainly hasn't been a pleasure ride. Damned Karma and Moira conspire to flaunt that which I cannot have before me. I have tried, as I successfully do with so many other things, to seal the emotion away, to forget her, but "who can decide what they dream? And dream I do."

I think i definately win this thread because i've had someone try to kill me. All you had was someone make fun of you. It gets a little more personal when your being shot at you than when you are being made fun of. So remember next time you feel depressed, suck it up, there is plenty worse in this world.
Winston Churchill once said, "There is nothing more exhilerating than to be shot at without result." I don't think it would be that bad to be shot at. Death seems to me now a sweet release. Temporary, but it would afford a moment of solitude, a moment away from thoughts of Her. Keep well in mind, there are worse things than death and threat thereof.

Of all the crappy things people have done to me I guess the one that affected me the worst would have to be when I girl I had known since grade school conspired to get me kicked out of the house I was living in. I had been staying with my boyfriend's family and she started some rumors that cut short my welcome. Even though I had been working, I had been paying rent and had no money saved up so I ended up living in a van in somebody's driveway. The bad part about it was that I couldn't bear to see my son who was five at the time live in the van with me so I gave him to my mom and ended up missing out on a better part of a year in his life.

Sure I got to see him a little bit during that year, but it was heart-wrenching being unable to do anything when he had to go back with my mom and he had to be pulled from me because he was in tears and wouldn't let go unless somebody yanked him off of me.

Later on, when I went by the house to get some of my stuff, there she was all comfy and situated in my (by then ex) boyfriend's room with all of her stuff decorating the place. Murder, kill, murder, kill. It's a good thing I have plenty of self-restraint.

Of all the crappy things people have done to me I guess the one that affected me the worst would have to be when I girl I had known since grade school conspired to get me kicked out of the house I was living in. I had been staying with my boyfriend's family and she started some rumors that cut short my welcome. Even though I had been working, I had been paying rent and had no money saved up so I ended up living in a van in somebody's driveway. The bad part about it was that I couldn't bear to see my son who was five at the time live in the van with me so I gave him to my mom and ended up missing out on a better part of a year in his life.

Sure I got to see him a little bit during that year, but it was heart-wrenching being unable to do anything when he had to go back with my mom and he had to be pulled from me because he was in tears and wouldn't let go unless somebody yanked him off of me.

Later on, when I went by the house to get some of my stuff, there she was all comfy and situated in my (by then ex) boyfriend's room with all of her stuff decorating the place. Murder, kill, murder, kill. It's a good thing I have plenty of self-restraint.
Congratulations. You've experienced something so terrible that it, combined with random other things from this thread have killed the thread itself. I'm not sure if that's tantamount to murder or suicide....

Congratulations. You've experienced something so terrible that it, combined with random other things from this thread have killed the thread itself. I'm not sure if that's tantamount to murder or suicide....


Thanks... I think. I noticed that I tend to have that affect.

Thanks... I think. I noticed that I tend to have that affect.
Which? Suicide, homocide, thread-killing, or one-upping?:p

Which? Suicide, homocide, thread-killing, or one-upping?:p


Well, so far thread-killing. Suicide is something I haven't ever been very good at, homicide... well, to be a successful serial killer takes years of study and planning and as for one-upping... hmmm, that may be part of the serial killing thing.

Well, so far thread-killing. Suicide is something I haven't ever been very good at, homicide... well, to be a successful serial killer takes years of study and planning and as for one-upping... hmmm, that may be part of the serial killing thing.
Nah, you really are terrible at one-upping or you would have said you did all of the above and provided fictional accounts of yourself performing them in impossibly exaggerated circumstances. Yeah, I never could quite grasp the art of suicide myself. I suppose I simply haven't the stomach for cowardice. As for the homicide, well, people aren't worth the energy it would take to kill them.;)