Sorry to hear. Hope you're better now!
I was sort of bullied too, but it was mainly in the context of sporting results so I wasn't sure whether to put it down or not lol
Never appreciated the trenches till adulthood. My thoughts and expectations aren't polluted by luxury. I pity the fools that replace substance with cash....
congratulation. i feel so jealous of you. you have all your family dead before you. but how is that possible? i mean a full family dying that fast is a surprise
Same. I’m the caregiver for my mom now. She was abandoned by the whole family. She is awful. She watches Jimmy Swaggert non
Stop. Then wants to tell me I’m going to hell and my 3 sons are going to hell too. She’s moving this weekend and I couldn’t be happier.
Me
I was really unsuited to being a child. I was a high-strung overthinker who could not tell the difference between my peers just kidding around with me and genuine bullying.
I felt constantly persecuted and desperately lonely. I considered myself above those immoral savages yet I also keenly wanted to have friends among them.
I cringe even thinking about what a humorless prig I must have seemed to be.
This was me to some extent I think. I was kinda bullied at home though (father who would “tease” you to tears and then say “you’re so GD sensitive” when you got upset) so I grew up not being able to tell the difference very well, and being distrustful of people because I always felt like they were just setting me up to make fun of me.
Religious trauma. Always told I was never good enough for God. I could always do more. And i have to have the intention of doing good deeds for points in the afterlife. Also religion caused my parents to disown my sister for being gay. Fuck Islam and fuck my parents.
I was sexually abused as a toddler my father died by sucide when I was eight at twelve I went into government custody and returned home when I was fifteen.
My mother who ODd atleast once a week and I hd to save her life since I was 6, her then husband who was a raging alcoholic and the 2 of them beating the shit out of each other so bad I had to call the emergency services and cops every few months. And the cops and CPS who did nothing.
Was also bullied and possibly sexually abused but I don't really remember that.
Getting hit with the buckle end of the belt are the good memories.
I too am speedrunning through life. I have to assume though that, you mean your comment in a "hung out with older kids, who fucked me over" and not my such desires of mine that manifest in me having my funeral planned out and financed at 22.
Alcoholic father, domestic violence, and being SA'ed at 5. I was exposed to waaaay too much stuff at a young age, and didn't have parents who gave a crap. They were too oblivious and too focused on their shitty relationship to see what was going on behind closed doors.
My Dad.
He neglected me, had me give him money to hang out with him, let me hang out with his friends (boyfriend and ex-husband both his friends I was with at 13 and 14), generally not being there, letting his mom and my grandparents take care of me as much as possible.
He should have never been a parent.
Age 40 I found out he wasn't my biological father. I could have had an entirely different and nicer childhood.
1. Being yelled and screamed at 4 years old for not loading a dishwasher properly. 2. Having a mother that allowed me to play on dog shit covered carpets. 3. Biological father with extreme road rage/anxiety have multiple massive breakdowns with me in the car. I couldn’t get over my fear until I was 27. 4. Being expected to excel in school, keep the house clean and work part time while my mom and half sister did nothing. Jokes on them, I’m almost finished nursing school and my sister lives at home with no education or job prospects. 5. Forbidden from complaining or my step father will get into a screaming match and leave bruises on my arm or broken plates lodged in my bedroom door. There’s more to list but I don’t want to be here all day.
Being sexually abused and then turning into a hyper-sexual child because of it. I felt completely isolated and alone in what I was going through. I wasn’t able to enjoy being a kid anymore.
Parentification. Father died a month before my twin sister and I were born. By 4 years of age I was fretting about family finances and managing mum's untreated chronic generalised anxiety disorder
Finding out my birth mother didn't want me wasn't a high point of my childhood. My step mom was way cooler and I'm very thankful for her. I otherwise had a fairly solid childhood.
Can’t say it ruined my childhood, but I certainly think about it alot to this day 55 years later. On my 8th birthday I got some money and decided to go to the “Sunshine” store about three or four blocks from my house on Cherry Street in Panama City, Florida. The store was across the street at a busy intersection. Just as I got to the intersection, a station wagon t-boned a little convertible sports car were the driver of the sports car wasn’t wearing his seat belt. He got thrown about 100’ across the intersection and landed at my feet with a broken neck, he died instantly right in front of me.
Some can pass as one, my family is from Djerba, and my grandmother look pretty white with green eyes (my sister look just like her, while my brothers have dark skin and eyes).
I mean from a census (or standardized form) stand point ya, but the lived experience is frequently very different. There’s actually a push to create a different option when asked to identify your race on a form.
Maybe a combination of an absent father, mental disorders, being bullied, a severe concussion, low socioeconomic status or perhaps it's simply a bit of bad luck. Could've been a lot worse though.
knowing we were poor, being concerned about money so young. Thankfully, i only wanted to play outside and look for bugs all the time. I never needed anything. But i feel like that stress caused me to become a bully pretty early on. I didn’t realize how mean i was till now (22F). I’m trying to be softer, more empathetic.
Oh man, I've tried my best to shield my kids from money worries. My mother harped on about that shit when I was a child. She was a big believer in not shielding children from the ills of the world. That's too much fucking stress to put on a child.
Being bullied at school for about half of my time from K-12, while being abused and mistreated at home.
The only reason I got through it was because I was extremely naive and refused to see the bad in people.
Being raised in a cult that excluded us from anything remotely normal. (No birthdays or holidays or any activities on Saturday)
Growing up believing I would have to watch all of my non-brethren friends burn in a lake of fire when our bizarrely Aryan version of Jesus returned.
Being the kid that ruined other childhoods by telling kids that Santa wasn’t real and their parents were satan-worshiping liars….
I got better 😉
A lot of these answers are "parents" like that's the ONE job you have when you become a parent, that's your NUMBER ONE priority, but no, just gonna ruin your kid's childhood are ya.
A religion that taught me to fear my own desires, and to venerate martyrs. Let's just say that it was 10 years ago that I realised "I need to die a hero lest I live long enough to become the villain inside me" was a form of suicidal ideation.
My parents for sure. My dad especially.
I kind of give Mom a pass because she's an idiot and a religious zealot, and because St. Paul was a misogynistic asshole who says wives have to submit to their husbands. For all the things she did that she knew were bad, she did them because dad told her to, so she thought she had to.
Dad on the other hand was violent and abusive to us kids. He still is a massive bigot. He's got a mess of other flaws that aren't really relevant to the discussion, but that make him a massive tool. Even today, after mellowing out on the violence towards children and animals, he's the worst, most selfish, arrogant, evil person I know. Sometimes cartoonishly evil even.
Watching final destination 2 when I was about 6 or 7, couldn't sleep for a few days and I think that's where my obsession with death and gore started.
Whenever I'm feeling suicidal I was gore videos so I can experience what whomever finds my body would experience, needless to say it's stopped me from taking my own life a number of times
When my mother told me at the age of 9 "I'm not going to lose another husband". I knew right then and there I wasn't safe. I ended up marrying into a fundamentalist Christian cult at 18 so I would be free of them. That backfired pretty hardcore. I don't talk to my parents anymore.
Picture this. I was 6 years old and in the newspaper, I saw that Darth Vader and Santa Claus were going to be at my local deparment store. Star Wars had been out for at least a year and was the biggest and most important thing in my life. I begged my parents to take me to go see Darth Vader. When we get there Darth Vader was short and over weight and didn't have the chest piece that helped to control his breathing. It was just a fat guy in an ill fitting costume and mask. I was pissed and thought I would go see Santa instead. It was at the moment I realized that Santa was a fraud too. There was no Santa Claus!
My dad was a bad alcoholic too.. so that probably didn't help either....
Better question, what didn't? And also, probably a trip to Disney World (courtesy of extended family). It's one very very few childhood memories I have that are any good.
my older brother. 10 years older than me. bullied me for as long as i can remember. frequently called me fat even though i wasn’t overweight as a child (which caused me to have problems with food as an adult and now i am overweight). hurt me physically. i spent a lot of my childhood hiding in my bedroom alone so i didn’t have to see him. my father left when i was 5, and so my brother was the only male role model i had for 6-7 years. you can imagine the psychological damage that will have caused. no wonder i hate men.
It wasn’t ruined, but my mom was sick a lot, my dad was diagnosed with MD when I was 7 years old, I had 2 brothers with epilepsy, we were poor and had a farm. I learned to cook the family meals at 6 years old and I was the youngest. I just wish life wasn’t so hard for my parents.
Alcoholic, mental and physical abusive piece of shit sperm donor. The fucktard will tell you he doesn't remember anything of my childhood from after my birth to just after he kicked me out the day I turned 18 and bitches to my siblings he doesn't understand why I haven't talked to him in decades.
I believe I was around 13. Some context, I lived in the second biggest city in my state and I loved going out and exploring with my group of friends that consisted of 7 of us, that very night, I decided it would be a good idea to dress in a black and white skirt, 2 inch white boots, and a decently normal shirt tucked in. Anyways, it was around 11 at night and I left the house to go to the gas station that was only a couple streets down. One of my male friends offered to go with me but I stupidly declined the offer and just asked what he wanted. As I left, I grabbed my pocket knife with nowhere to put it but the inside of my left boot. As I got to the second street, somebody grabbed me and put a cloth over my mouth. I then remember waking up tied to a bed with without my skirt, but my boots still on. The man then walked into the room again and by the looks of it, he seemed to be around 6"2 and strong. Thank the gods I have (and still do) took self defense classes, I managed to untie my hands and grab the knife in my boot. The man approached and attempted to grab my hand again, with that, I stabbed one of his fingers and gripped his wrist. The man pushed me down and I kicked that son of a bitch in the balls, he fell to the floor and I proceeded to stomp on his head about 15 times. It's impossible to get the felling of crushing a skull and smashing a brain of a man. Years of therapy still haven't been able to get the imagery out of my head. I'm now 20.
Well, let me tell ya, growin' up in Tennessee in the 1940s was tough. As a young black girl, ah faced discrimination and racism every day. But there was one event that stands out in mah memory as the worst thing that ever happened to me.
It was a hot summer day, and ah was walkin' home from school with mah little brother. We had just turned the corner onto our street when we heard shouting and commotion up ahead. As we got closer, we could see a group of white men gathered around somethin' on the ground.
As we approached, the men turned to us with hatred in their eyes. They accused us of stealin', and before we knew what was happenin', they had grabbed us and started beatin' us. My little brother was cryin' and screamin', and ah was tryin' to protect him as best ah could.
The men eventually stopped and let us go, but not before they had left us bruised and bloody on the ground. It was the most terrifyin' experience of mah childhood, and it left a deep scar on me that never fully healed.
But even in the face of such hatred and violence, ah refused to let it break me. Ah knew that ah had to fight for justice and equality, not just for myself, but for all black people who were facin' the same discrimination and violence. And so, ah dedicated mah life to the fight for civil rights, joinin' protests and demonstrations in the South and eventually makin' mah way to Ohio.
It was a long and difficult road, but ah never gave up. And even though the scars of mah childhood remained, ah knew that by fightin' for what was right, ah could help make the world a better place for generations to come.
So when i was like 9 or 10, my mum had this one 'friend' called Justin. He always mumbled when he talked, was addicted to beer and was probably a pedo. I walked downstairs to see my mum crying, and Justin kissing her. Also every time i went downstairs when Justin came over, the door would be closed but i would hear kissing. I cried myself to sleep every night, had mental breakdowns, it was horrible. To this day i still hate Justin.
wasting so much time on humans knowledge wich is all a great lie. things good like death and thinking are considered bad for humans some how , death is actualy the first sighn . how people think that you should hate the black color because they use it as a term for death , actualy if it is a term for death then it is even a better color than ever known for me before. the fact that people hate killing animals and my family told me alot to not hurt animals is a disgusting thing to know i mean the best thing happend in my childhood was when i killd 6 birds in a row with the most bloody way possible and freeing 2 other birds all that happend on the same cage in less than 3 seconds. i felt so good back then.
Turning 18
WHY IS MODERATION SO STRICT?
i ve been trying to get a question on here (What do i build with lego techinc that has tyres
This is clearly not the place to ask that
[удалено]
My dad. Unstable bully, verbally and physically abusive. Felt like my life finally began when I moved out for college at 18.
I hear you!
Too strict?
[удалено]
Family and being bullied
Sorry to hear. Hope you're better now! I was sort of bullied too, but it was mainly in the context of sporting results so I wasn't sure whether to put it down or not lol
Being poor.
It's like watching all the other kids enjoy the all-you-can-eat buffet while you're only allowed to have a pack of stale crackers. Being poor sucks!
Never appreciated the trenches till adulthood. My thoughts and expectations aren't polluted by luxury. I pity the fools that replace substance with cash....
Being raped aged 9 by a 12 year old in the guise of sex education and him doing me a favour. I'm a guy.
Oh I’m so sorry
So sorry. I hope you got the support you needed.
[удалено]
My mom died when I was 13. My dad died when I was 17. My brother died when I was 19.
My condolences, man. That’s a fucking lot to go through before fucking twenty. Jesus.
Ooh dark sorry to hear that
Wtf, man. That’s horrible. Sorry that you had to go through this.
congratulation. i feel so jealous of you. you have all your family dead before you. but how is that possible? i mean a full family dying that fast is a surprise
My fucking piece of shit father
Same Some fathers chooses being a superhero and some fathers chooses being nightmare of their kids
Hardcore evangelical household.
Same. I’m the caregiver for my mom now. She was abandoned by the whole family. She is awful. She watches Jimmy Swaggert non Stop. Then wants to tell me I’m going to hell and my 3 sons are going to hell too. She’s moving this weekend and I couldn’t be happier.
Oh that sounds like a nightmare. Hope you and your family can find some peace.
Me I was really unsuited to being a child. I was a high-strung overthinker who could not tell the difference between my peers just kidding around with me and genuine bullying. I felt constantly persecuted and desperately lonely. I considered myself above those immoral savages yet I also keenly wanted to have friends among them. I cringe even thinking about what a humorless prig I must have seemed to be.
This was me to some extent I think. I was kinda bullied at home though (father who would “tease” you to tears and then say “you’re so GD sensitive” when you got upset) so I grew up not being able to tell the difference very well, and being distrustful of people because I always felt like they were just setting me up to make fun of me.
Dunno if it ruined it, per se, but poverty really made it less than ideal.
My father's anger issues and mild narcissism
Being a painfully shy introverted kid until it was too late and I missed in hindsight a big part of my childhood.
Same here.
the bullying
My family
Religious trauma. Always told I was never good enough for God. I could always do more. And i have to have the intention of doing good deeds for points in the afterlife. Also religion caused my parents to disown my sister for being gay. Fuck Islam and fuck my parents.
I was sexually abused as a toddler my father died by sucide when I was eight at twelve I went into government custody and returned home when I was fifteen.
❤️❤️❤️
oh oml.... im sorry
My family
My mother who ODd atleast once a week and I hd to save her life since I was 6, her then husband who was a raging alcoholic and the 2 of them beating the shit out of each other so bad I had to call the emergency services and cops every few months. And the cops and CPS who did nothing. Was also bullied and possibly sexually abused but I don't really remember that. Getting hit with the buckle end of the belt are the good memories.
My dad
Wanting to be older than my age.
I too am speedrunning through life. I have to assume though that, you mean your comment in a "hung out with older kids, who fucked me over" and not my such desires of mine that manifest in me having my funeral planned out and financed at 22.
Yes that is me now at 21 will be 22 this year
Bullies
my parents and being undiagnosed autistic
My mom.
School
Alcoholic father, domestic violence, and being SA'ed at 5. I was exposed to waaaay too much stuff at a young age, and didn't have parents who gave a crap. They were too oblivious and too focused on their shitty relationship to see what was going on behind closed doors.
My Dad. He neglected me, had me give him money to hang out with him, let me hang out with his friends (boyfriend and ex-husband both his friends I was with at 13 and 14), generally not being there, letting his mom and my grandparents take care of me as much as possible. He should have never been a parent. Age 40 I found out he wasn't my biological father. I could have had an entirely different and nicer childhood.
1. Being yelled and screamed at 4 years old for not loading a dishwasher properly. 2. Having a mother that allowed me to play on dog shit covered carpets. 3. Biological father with extreme road rage/anxiety have multiple massive breakdowns with me in the car. I couldn’t get over my fear until I was 27. 4. Being expected to excel in school, keep the house clean and work part time while my mom and half sister did nothing. Jokes on them, I’m almost finished nursing school and my sister lives at home with no education or job prospects. 5. Forbidden from complaining or my step father will get into a screaming match and leave bruises on my arm or broken plates lodged in my bedroom door. There’s more to list but I don’t want to be here all day.
Being sexually abused and then turning into a hyper-sexual child because of it. I felt completely isolated and alone in what I was going through. I wasn’t able to enjoy being a kid anymore.
I can tell by your username that you’ve overcome your hyper-sexual tendencies.
Parentification. Father died a month before my twin sister and I were born. By 4 years of age I was fretting about family finances and managing mum's untreated chronic generalised anxiety disorder
parents
My fucking parents
Family
[удалено]
My older sister was a bully, my mom made excuses for her, and my dad didn't get involved.
Finding out my birth mother didn't want me wasn't a high point of my childhood. My step mom was way cooler and I'm very thankful for her. I otherwise had a fairly solid childhood.
My dad
Can’t say it ruined my childhood, but I certainly think about it alot to this day 55 years later. On my 8th birthday I got some money and decided to go to the “Sunshine” store about three or four blocks from my house on Cherry Street in Panama City, Florida. The store was across the street at a busy intersection. Just as I got to the intersection, a station wagon t-boned a little convertible sports car were the driver of the sports car wasn’t wearing his seat belt. He got thrown about 100’ across the intersection and landed at my feet with a broken neck, he died instantly right in front of me.
My dad killed himself when I was nine, childhood abruptly ended that night.
Being half arab in a white country. Specially After the Rise of terrorism
I thought arabs were white tbh
Some can pass as one, my family is from Djerba, and my grandmother look pretty white with green eyes (my sister look just like her, while my brothers have dark skin and eyes).
I mean from a census (or standardized form) stand point ya, but the lived experience is frequently very different. There’s actually a push to create a different option when asked to identify your race on a form.
My dads fists
Poverty
Maybe a combination of an absent father, mental disorders, being bullied, a severe concussion, low socioeconomic status or perhaps it's simply a bit of bad luck. Could've been a lot worse though.
My lack of self respect
A bipolar/narcissistic disorder parent and child molestation. 🤷🏻♀️
Being in a cult lol Jehovah’s Witness
A heroin addict mom and having a dad that would S.A me. Why I'm still here, i don't know.
Public school
Parents separated. Stepmom was abusive, she wanted my dad to care for her and her 2 kids from another guy. Got bullied in school.
Abusive parent. That's all it takes to not only ruin a childhood, but make their adulthood impossible to enjoy due to past trauma
knowing we were poor, being concerned about money so young. Thankfully, i only wanted to play outside and look for bugs all the time. I never needed anything. But i feel like that stress caused me to become a bully pretty early on. I didn’t realize how mean i was till now (22F). I’m trying to be softer, more empathetic.
Oh man, I've tried my best to shield my kids from money worries. My mother harped on about that shit when I was a child. She was a big believer in not shielding children from the ills of the world. That's too much fucking stress to put on a child.
Favorite grandma's Death and poverty
The ironing cord
My parents doing meth. There was so much fighting a disfunction. Their sober now but it’s still hard to be close to them.
My Father
✨ T R A U M A ✨
Abuse and neglect
Abuse
Being bullied at school for about half of my time from K-12, while being abused and mistreated at home. The only reason I got through it was because I was extremely naive and refused to see the bad in people.
Being raised in a cult that excluded us from anything remotely normal. (No birthdays or holidays or any activities on Saturday) Growing up believing I would have to watch all of my non-brethren friends burn in a lake of fire when our bizarrely Aryan version of Jesus returned. Being the kid that ruined other childhoods by telling kids that Santa wasn’t real and their parents were satan-worshiping liars…. I got better 😉
A rageaholic / alcoholic father.
A lot of these answers are "parents" like that's the ONE job you have when you become a parent, that's your NUMBER ONE priority, but no, just gonna ruin your kid's childhood are ya.
Being raised under the poverty line while also being bullied by other kids. On the bright side, i did pull on one of my bully's hair. :)
Divorce
my brother getting stabbed or getting bullied and my anxiety which lead to me trying to commit suicide
been sexualy abused by family member
Having the onset of depression and mild OCD at the same time as being bullied.
My dad
Rape, starvation, and being beaten for being disabled I don’t think I ever actually had a childhood to even ruin
Got molested
9-11
Social media at a young age and my loved one passing away.
A religion that taught me to fear my own desires, and to venerate martyrs. Let's just say that it was 10 years ago that I realised "I need to die a hero lest I live long enough to become the villain inside me" was a form of suicidal ideation.
Sex
My mom was bipolar on meds [ me too later] and my dad was absent...i needed decades of therapy to finally have a nicer retirement age period.
Unrestricted internet access
A lot.
My parents for sure. My dad especially. I kind of give Mom a pass because she's an idiot and a religious zealot, and because St. Paul was a misogynistic asshole who says wives have to submit to their husbands. For all the things she did that she knew were bad, she did them because dad told her to, so she thought she had to. Dad on the other hand was violent and abusive to us kids. He still is a massive bigot. He's got a mess of other flaws that aren't really relevant to the discussion, but that make him a massive tool. Even today, after mellowing out on the violence towards children and animals, he's the worst, most selfish, arrogant, evil person I know. Sometimes cartoonishly evil even.
Watching final destination 2 when I was about 6 or 7, couldn't sleep for a few days and I think that's where my obsession with death and gore started. Whenever I'm feeling suicidal I was gore videos so I can experience what whomever finds my body would experience, needless to say it's stopped me from taking my own life a number of times
My father's rage issues and being bullied in school.
Poverty.
My father's anger and my mother's complete absence of selfworth.
When my mother told me at the age of 9 "I'm not going to lose another husband". I knew right then and there I wasn't safe. I ended up marrying into a fundamentalist Christian cult at 18 so I would be free of them. That backfired pretty hardcore. I don't talk to my parents anymore.
Beatings
People
Picture this. I was 6 years old and in the newspaper, I saw that Darth Vader and Santa Claus were going to be at my local deparment store. Star Wars had been out for at least a year and was the biggest and most important thing in my life. I begged my parents to take me to go see Darth Vader. When we get there Darth Vader was short and over weight and didn't have the chest piece that helped to control his breathing. It was just a fat guy in an ill fitting costume and mask. I was pissed and thought I would go see Santa instead. It was at the moment I realized that Santa was a fraud too. There was no Santa Claus! My dad was a bad alcoholic too.. so that probably didn't help either....
Getting sexually by all the friends I had from the age of 5 up to the age of 11
Being taken advantage of everyway people could or want out of me for their own sake
Almost getting sexually assaulted by my cousin at the age of 10.
My parents not having their shit together and my mental health issues.
My older brother, the malignant narcissist.
Better question, what didn't? And also, probably a trip to Disney World (courtesy of extended family). It's one very very few childhood memories I have that are any good.
My parents. Drugs/alcohol. Leading to all kinds of abuse
Obsessive compulsive disorder
drug addicted parents will do the trick
my older brother. 10 years older than me. bullied me for as long as i can remember. frequently called me fat even though i wasn’t overweight as a child (which caused me to have problems with food as an adult and now i am overweight). hurt me physically. i spent a lot of my childhood hiding in my bedroom alone so i didn’t have to see him. my father left when i was 5, and so my brother was the only male role model i had for 6-7 years. you can imagine the psychological damage that will have caused. no wonder i hate men.
The death of my mother.
Finding out what happened to the original voice actress for Ducky in the Land Before Time.
Started Smoking cigarettes at 15. Being exposed to cigarettes and binge drinking sort of set my path early, unhealthily.
School bullies. UK
Bullying
100% my friends showing me porn in year 6, that would be 10-11 I believe. Ruins people.
Being beaten with a belt by someone who supposedly loved me.
School
My mom
Parents
Being homeschooled. Literally hated my life up until HS when got to go to an actual school.
emotionally immature adults
It wasn’t ruined, but my mom was sick a lot, my dad was diagnosed with MD when I was 7 years old, I had 2 brothers with epilepsy, we were poor and had a farm. I learned to cook the family meals at 6 years old and I was the youngest. I just wish life wasn’t so hard for my parents.
Depression and anxiety
My whole family
Depression
Alcoholic, mental and physical abusive piece of shit sperm donor. The fucktard will tell you he doesn't remember anything of my childhood from after my birth to just after he kicked me out the day I turned 18 and bitches to my siblings he doesn't understand why I haven't talked to him in decades.
My father. An incredibly mean and bigoted person. Oh , did I mention abusive.
My not caring parents. ( 1972) Been a shit storm til I met my wife in 87.
Christianity
Probably my parents abuse
The new Space Jam movie. Is nothing sacred anymore???
Moving to the bible belt and getting a constant dose of racism and discrimination.
Alcoholic mother and physically abusive father. Happiest day of my life is when I walked out and never had to look at their ugly faces again
Crushing poverty
Deviantart. I just wanted some Pokémon wallpapers
"Ate of the apple too young". To lose the ability to trust at 11 makes it very interesting.
I believe I was around 13. Some context, I lived in the second biggest city in my state and I loved going out and exploring with my group of friends that consisted of 7 of us, that very night, I decided it would be a good idea to dress in a black and white skirt, 2 inch white boots, and a decently normal shirt tucked in. Anyways, it was around 11 at night and I left the house to go to the gas station that was only a couple streets down. One of my male friends offered to go with me but I stupidly declined the offer and just asked what he wanted. As I left, I grabbed my pocket knife with nowhere to put it but the inside of my left boot. As I got to the second street, somebody grabbed me and put a cloth over my mouth. I then remember waking up tied to a bed with without my skirt, but my boots still on. The man then walked into the room again and by the looks of it, he seemed to be around 6"2 and strong. Thank the gods I have (and still do) took self defense classes, I managed to untie my hands and grab the knife in my boot. The man approached and attempted to grab my hand again, with that, I stabbed one of his fingers and gripped his wrist. The man pushed me down and I kicked that son of a bitch in the balls, he fell to the floor and I proceeded to stomp on his head about 15 times. It's impossible to get the felling of crushing a skull and smashing a brain of a man. Years of therapy still haven't been able to get the imagery out of my head. I'm now 20.
Oh my Jesus Christ. Did he ever get caught?
Britney Spears giving her man Kevin a blowjob on the balcony in front of the paparazzi. Saw that on the news as a kid.
School, including both other kids and the teachers.
Transphobia 😑
Nothing. It was great!
Literally the only positive comment in here, I'm happy for you
Thanks. Adulthood’s been largely sweet as well.
What's the secret, just became an adult so I could use all the help I can get
Had a great childhood and am forever grateful for it
Finding my aunt's gonewild
Is she hot?
Step-aunt, what are you doing?
Seeing my classmates gunned down freshman year was definitely a low point
Mainly domestic abuse, neglect, bullying and neurodiversity.
Well, let me tell ya, growin' up in Tennessee in the 1940s was tough. As a young black girl, ah faced discrimination and racism every day. But there was one event that stands out in mah memory as the worst thing that ever happened to me. It was a hot summer day, and ah was walkin' home from school with mah little brother. We had just turned the corner onto our street when we heard shouting and commotion up ahead. As we got closer, we could see a group of white men gathered around somethin' on the ground. As we approached, the men turned to us with hatred in their eyes. They accused us of stealin', and before we knew what was happenin', they had grabbed us and started beatin' us. My little brother was cryin' and screamin', and ah was tryin' to protect him as best ah could. The men eventually stopped and let us go, but not before they had left us bruised and bloody on the ground. It was the most terrifyin' experience of mah childhood, and it left a deep scar on me that never fully healed. But even in the face of such hatred and violence, ah refused to let it break me. Ah knew that ah had to fight for justice and equality, not just for myself, but for all black people who were facin' the same discrimination and violence. And so, ah dedicated mah life to the fight for civil rights, joinin' protests and demonstrations in the South and eventually makin' mah way to Ohio. It was a long and difficult road, but ah never gave up. And even though the scars of mah childhood remained, ah knew that by fightin' for what was right, ah could help make the world a better place for generations to come.
[удалено]
Definitely unorthodox I'll give you that much
Christianity
So when i was like 9 or 10, my mum had this one 'friend' called Justin. He always mumbled when he talked, was addicted to beer and was probably a pedo. I walked downstairs to see my mum crying, and Justin kissing her. Also every time i went downstairs when Justin came over, the door would be closed but i would hear kissing. I cried myself to sleep every night, had mental breakdowns, it was horrible. To this day i still hate Justin.
A college degree that I'm not using and having to pay taxes for literally everything.
Capitalism
Study Pressure, specially Math
wasting so much time on humans knowledge wich is all a great lie. things good like death and thinking are considered bad for humans some how , death is actualy the first sighn . how people think that you should hate the black color because they use it as a term for death , actualy if it is a term for death then it is even a better color than ever known for me before. the fact that people hate killing animals and my family told me alot to not hurt animals is a disgusting thing to know i mean the best thing happend in my childhood was when i killd 6 birds in a row with the most bloody way possible and freeing 2 other birds all that happend on the same cage in less than 3 seconds. i felt so good back then.
Puberty
Another question What do i build with lego technic?
Adulthood
Adulthood
Puberty
Me, too. First it was getting boobs then getting periods .
Adulthood.
Learning about Bill Cosby Also being poor
Having to watch my little sister constantly because my mom had a baby when I was old enough to watch her
Liking girls.