Most painful event/situation you have lived through?

Guarantee I will. There's no way I could deal with it alone.

 

1. The house I live(d) in burned down in 2005. It was during the summer, and lightning struck our house and stated the inside of the walls on fire. I lost everything. Standing in my room looking down on the whole house was rather traumatic.
2. My grandma passing away this summer. She was 99 years old, so rather unsurprising, but I felt horrible for a few weeks following. I loved her very much.
3. My dog passing away in 2010. He had a stroke out of nowhere and I watched him die. I cried a lot and felt miserable.

 

If you don't mind me asking, are you still on heroin? I've been reading a lot of books on it lately and I'm trying to find out more about it. Could you PM me? Sorry if this sounds weird.

 

I'm sorry to hear all that man How are you doing since then? Has it made you a stronger person having to deal with losing people/things that were very close to you?

Also, I had a good friend who's apartment burnt down a couple of years ago and I have seen how devestating that situation can be firsthand... I can't even imagine that happening to me, it must have been horrible for you man.

Umm, not really. I am prescribed methadone now (a synthetic opiate used to treat opiate addiction) that I have to drink daily at the Pharmacy, and so I am technically still mentally/physically addicted to an opiate. But it allows me to function much, much better than I ever could while I was using heroin, and it creates a stable foundation in my days that has allowed me to explore some new things like school, support group meetings, etc, so I can begin to get my life back.

I have been on it for 4-5 months now and have still used heroin since, but the slip ups/relapses have become very few and far in between one another. Which is good, and what I am working for

If you need any information about heroin, or drugs in general, then just toss me a PM and I can try to help you out.

 

It wasn't so much the immediate process of coping with my fathers death at ten years old, but rather the implications that perpetuated throughout my angsty teen years, so mislead and confused. I'd only truly acknowledged and confronted my fathers passing away a few years ago. I had the inexplicable urge to pay my mom a visit and barrage through the attic looking for anything with sentimental value regarding my dad. Turns out it was the day he past away, i had absolutely no idea. Very peculiar, how powerful the subconscious is.

 

Thankyou Cronos, this is a fantastic answer

Death is probably one of the biggest challenges in life that any of us will ever face, but is an inevitable part of life. I'm glad that after many years you were able to come to terms with your Dad's passing and accept it for what it was. I'm sure that you felt a great deal of relief after finally confronting the situation. I find that a very strange coincidence that the exact day you had an indescribable urge to visit your mother and go through your Dad's stuff, also happened to be the very day of his passing.

I recall a story my Grandma told me when I was younger, about when her Dad passed away. He died when they had been in a fight and were on bad terms, and this tortured her for many months and she sunk into a deep depression. One day, she was lying in bed and felt a weird presence in the room and she turned to the doorway, and standing there in the door frame was her Dad. She said that she tried to choke out my Grandpa's name and call him into the room, but all she could do was lie there and stare. It sounds very unbelievable if your a skeptic about "ghost stories", but this one incident was so powerful for my Grandma because it was the EXACT thing she needed to realize that everything was OK. It was her Dad's way of telling her that he loved her, and that things were fine, and to stop worrying about what happened. She has accepted his passing ever since

 

Lots of things happened when I was a kid, things I am not ready to talk about yet...

I was also homeless from 14-16...Getting a girl pregnant and becoming a father really helped me get on my feet, if it wasn't for my daughter, I would probably still be homeless or dead....

That is probably the hardest thing..although being in a group home for 18 months was shitty...but not really hard...plus the time about 6 months total I spent in a detention centre when I was 12-13 was shitty...but again, wasn't really "hard" as I had a warm place to sleep and 3 meals a day...

 

Wow man, homeless from 14-16 is unimaginable for me. You were so young

I was homeless for a few months recently before my parents took me back in. Although I spent very little time sleeping at the streets, as I kinda couch surfed for awhile and stayed in alot of drug houses and just curled up in a ball with a blanket on the floor somewhere. Pretty disgusting environments, but honestly I would go there again in a second vs. having to sleep on the cold, wet streets.

It sounds like you have had a very interesting life, but with a number of difficult periods and challenges. I hope you are doing better though, particularly if you have a child now. Thankyou for sharing your experiences here!

 

I know what you mean about couch surfing...I recently had to couch surf for a month or so with my gf, getting my daughter to sleep at my/her families house...Until I got into contact with my dad (first time since I was 2) and he offered us a place to stay, we hopped on a bus and were half way across the country within two days...We then stayed at his house for a couple months until we could afford our own place, right now I am in a 3 bedroom house that we rent and life is ok...We have each other (me, my gf and my daughter) and don't have to eat Mr. Noodles too many times a month, we are getting by and that's all that matters right now...I don't know what life has in store for me, but I work my ass off and hope for the best.

also, at the time I was homeless, my mother had basically given up on me...I don't blame her, she had/has her own shit to deal with as we all do...When I was couch surfing with my gf, she refused to let us stay with her...Again, I don't blame her. I know that when my daughter gets older, I don't want her to blame me for everything that goes wrong in her life. Life is rough and all you can do is struggle through it, there are probably 95% of the world that is worse off then me. I am grateful for what I have atm.

 

When I was 6 my family went to Vietnam for our holidays because my parents wanted me to see what a poor country was like. We visited villages in the country side and we came across this really big hole on our way home. It was really big and deep, maybe it could compare to a 10 level building. There was water inside it and it looked really deep. We had to get our 4Wheel Car across it to get home. The rest of my family and I got out and walked to the other side. My dad started driving past, the road was really small at some parts and was very narrow. sometimes 1/2 Wheels would go off the road and go dangling into the hole. Everytime that happened my mum screamed. He had the windows up so if he fell the water couldn't get in so he couldn't hear us anyway. Luckily he got over, and that was the scariest monment in my life :'(

 

You have a very positive outlook on things man, I really respect that! I wish you, your girlfriend, and your child the best of luck in the future. It sounds like you 3 have been through so much together already and have nothing but a bright future ahead of you. Just don't give up, and continue working your ass off and good things will come to you

Dude.. I am so sorry to hear about that. I would ask you to share more, but I understand that the memories are probably just too scarring to recall just yet.

This is a very unique and interesting experience. I had to read it over twice to fully understand what you are saying, but it created a pretty vivid image in my mind. Your dad is one brave motherfucker! I imagine how terrified and helpless you and the rest of your family must have felt while your Dad tried to drive across that thing.. what a trooper

 

Apologies if this sounds douchey, but there is nothing that comes to mind for me of a "most painful event/situation". I've never taken any sort of drug, loved or infatuated with someone, broken a bone, been in hospital or been depressed before. I've been through things like having my father pass away, seeing my brother go to prison for 2 years and watch my other brother firsthand have a seizure. Strange as it may seem, I always found a way to justify or quickly get over it so it wasn't such a big deal.

 

Same shit. Except my girl does know. Nothing huts worse. I understand ya.

 

Don't apologize, there is nothing douchey about your response and your opinion. I admire the fact that although you did admit that you have suffered through a few different traumatic experiences in your life (the ones you stated in your above post), the effect that these experiences had on your life did not have any sort of lasting damage or a lengthy healing process, as you were able to quickly find ways to cope and get yourself through with minimal suffering.

You still answered my question satisfactorily, because you listed some things that you have gone through in your life that were not easy for you. Whether or not you recovered from them almost immediately or not, is often largely determined by the type of person you are, the support systems in your life, and personal strength.

 

I'm not quite sure if this is what you would call a 'traumatic experience', but il say a little about it anyway.

My family moved to Asia and was one of the wealthiest families around the area ( I believe my dad had around £2M). We built a VERY nice house from scratch on a bare piece of land that my dad bought. The lot of land was quite large and was beside the beach. Due to the cheap cost of workers and supplies in Asia, my parents were able to build a 'Mansion' by the side of the beach with it's own swimming pool and a guest house in the same land. This may seem like a dream house to some people and now that I think about it, it probably was.

The downfall.
My parents had made friends with local contractors and engineers and had started building a 5 star resort right next to our beach house. I could see the resort beig built from my rooms balcony. I get made cooked breakfast everyday by either 1 of my 3 maids. We had our own little pool in our garden and a nice fish pond. There were coconut trees all over our land and I got my gardener who was a native from the mountains to harvest me some coconuts almost everyday. The beach was a 2 minute walk from the door of our house and I often went fishing and swimming there. The local market and town was just 5 mins down the road and whenever I wanted, I could call the gardener or one of my uncles to drive me there in one of my dads multiple cars.

I had so much back then yet I didn't realize it.
The resort was 1/4 finished being built and the work had been stopped. What my parents didn't know was that the locals could not be trusted. Without my parents knowing, they had been stealing from the money that was supposed to be used for the completion of the resort. A couple days after the rumors of corruption Among the engineers, the main engineer stopped turning up to work and no onE knew anything about his location.

The building of he resort had been put to a halt due to the lack of trust I. The other workers. We continued living our luxurious lives for about 2-3 months after that.

After about 3 months, my dad wanted to move to the city and away from the beach and the 'province'. I was quite excited and expected it to be fun. When the time came to move, we moved to a place called Manila which is the capital of the country. The place we were staying at was a small 5 bedroom condominium. It wasn't anything like our old house but we still had one of our maids. We also did not bring any of our cars with us for some reason, I am still not sure why. We lived in this place for about a year without any problems.

Trouble with my dad.
My dad had started up a new business which was getting him alot of cash. He had lots of rich friends. Philippines is a corrupt country. The rich run it. My dad had lots of competition in his business but his was one of the most successful because of the fact that it was run by a 'white person' (my dad). He had been receiving offers from other large companies for a partnership but he turned he offers down. This pissed off the company owners alot. Due to their wealth, they bribed the local police to Arrest my dad under false accusations. He has in jail for about 2 weeks before I found out he was actually in prison. I had no idea what had happened to him, I presumed he was on a business trip. I was being taken care of by my maid for that time he was away.

More bribes.
My dad had been in jail for 3-4 weeks, got to visit him once and it was very emotional. He was not allowed a phone or computer in with him. Asian jails are nothing like european ones. It was very dirty and small and badly run. After 5 weeks, my dad had to go to court for the false accusations and he was forced to pay a bribe of a couple million pesos (local currency). 1M Pesos = roughly £6,500. The judge backstabbed him and took the money and closed the case in the other party's favor. After about 6 weeks, my dad was getting worse and worse each time I saw him in jail. Non stop crying, unusual anger, ect. He even told me he was about to 'give up' and he started crying. I figured he meant he was guna commit suicide. After about 7 weeks he had enuf, he bribed the police unit that was holding him MASSIVE amounts which put my dad into a very poor state. He had around £4,000 left in his bank and according to him, our beach house 'mansion' was not ours anymore. I was shocked and this caused me to get depressed and I dropped out of school.

Police.
Word got out that my dad bribed the police to let him escape. He had to leave the country immediately. He fled to hong kong where he still is up to today. Due to him leaving, no one could pay the bills around the place so my dad had no choice but to send 2 plane tickets for me and my sister to England so hat we could stay with my mother. My mother had also been affected by money issues and what she earned goes straight into our mouths. Her bank was always under £100 after every month and we were struggling badly. My mum is a very educated woman, she is so kind and she did not deserve this. She did not smoke, drink, and was quite religious. I am currently in year 11 at the moment and I go to school by the train ( because it's free ) and I'm trying my best to save all he money I can.

It's coming up to Christmas now and I can remember back when we were rich that I got all of the latest gadgets for Christmas but now, my mum has told me that she cannot afford much presents and that she will get me some clothes. My life has been quite an emotional ride , I have experienced being rich and living the good life, to being really poor. I am currently earning a bit from playing runescape and I use that money to help my mum pay for rent. I am scheduled to have an open heart operation within the next 2 months due to a hole in my heart which I've had since I was born. My life seems pretty fucked up to be honest. As I am writing this, I have gotten a little teary eyed just from remembering everything that has happened to me. I have had regular contact with my dad for about 3 months since I moved to England but I have not heard from him in 3 weeks, I just hope he's alright.

Everything that has happened to me shows you how harsh the world can be sometimes and you should never take anything for sake. You never know when you may lose what you currently have.

I guess that will have to be the end of this little story, it's 1:50am and got school tomorrow. G'night.

 

TxT - Thankyou very much for sharing your story. That was really touching, and very interesting to read. I read every single word.

I am very intrigued with the story of your life and how things have unfolded for you in the past few months/years, and I feel really sorry for all the horrible things your family has been through. It must be absolutely awful to have gone from being completely wealthy and happy, living a life of luxury and privledge, and suddenly having all those things torn away from you, including your father - the man who made that sort of lifestyle possible for you in the first place.

One of the most unfortunate things about living in Asia, is that the culture is quite a bit different than the Western World, and how things work in North America. Unfortunately, alot of companies and organizations that the public relies on for safety are heavily corrupted, and influenced by money and greed, the things that can be used to obtain power. Your Dad sounds incredibly successful, and also like a very good man who had his own beliefs and morals, and chose to stick by them even if it meant stepping on the toes of some of the major powers.

I really think things will get better for you in the future though man. I know things are grim right now, and not looking so good, but there are still positive things that you can be thankful for. Your dad is no longer in jail, and atleast you guys all got out of the country and are safe and sound. As important as money seems and as easy it can make your life sometimes, it really isn't all that important when compared with things like your family. I think with time, your family will be able to heal and rebuild themselves and start off on a new foot and build back up to a more stable financial status.

Just don't give up man, be thankful for the things you have and keep trying to make a small income so that you can help your mom out as much as possible. I'm sure one day your Dad will come back to live with you, and your family will be reunited again. There WILL be better days, so just hold on man. Life can be an extremely bumpy and turbulent ride and sometimes all you can do is grit your teeth and grab on to the side and just wait for the ride to smooth itself out again. It can take awhile, but it always does. Just keep your chin up and stay positive, and if you ever need to talk or vent, please don't hesitate to post here or PM me if you think I can help you in any way.

Once again TxT, thankyou for sharing your story here. God bless!

 

First off, mad respect to you for giving up your time to provide a moral support for those who need it. Not many people would do that.

In regards to your reply, I hope things will clear up for me in the future and I hope you stay safe and out of trouble. Msn is : [email protected] if you ever want to have a chat or something

 

I got shot in hand when I was 7 due to a shootout at my school (was K-12) My hand is fine, but I still have thoughts about that day. I do not hear the ringing like the doctor said I might, but I sometimes hear myself. I hear my words from the hospital over and over. "Does god want me to die?" "Does god want me to die?" I try not to let it get in my way, but sometimes just randomly something will trigger this memory and when It gets triggered, my whole week gets ruined.

 

Ive got two, mentally and physically.

My most physically painful thing would be getting jumped. What happened was I was dating this girl, and let me tell you I was mad crazy about this girl. Her and I went to this party together (this was like, 10th grade) and I basically held her around the waist and walked through the partying chillin and talking and doing a little drunk dancing. Everyone was the usual until these brown kids showed up acting like hot shit. One of 'em grabbed my girl by the waist and started whispering in her ear. She pulled away from him and i looked over and with a ton of drunk confidence told him he needed to get the fuck out of my face and to leave my girl alone, he swing at me, i got hit in the gut, i then jumped onto him and gave him like 3 headshots before i got pulled off. My gf and i left.

About a week later, i was walking home and out from this alley was a group of brown kids with a bat and a few batons. I ended up trying to run away but i got hit in the ribs while turning, and in the end i got my head split open and 3 broken ribs. The initial hit probably broke a rib, and it hurt so bad. I had to try to call 911 while layong on the sidewalk bleeding like crazy.

My most mentally scarring moment was in the end of 9th grade i did shrooms with this girl i was good friends with in her basement. It was no doubt one of the worst things ive ever experienced. Though the worst part is my friend made this fucked beyond belief noise... I cant even describe it, a noise a devil could only make. She then started talking under her breath about how her mom and dad had told her not to make that sound anymore. Then followed the most demented laugh ever. I was freaking out, that she was possessed by the devil or something... Afterwards in the morning, i pretty much left and we never spoke again. I question whether it really happened, but i remember it so vividly thatbit had to be real. Kept me up at night for months after.

( sorry for spelling grammar mistakes, typing this from a brand new 4s, not used to the keyboard)

 

Getting denied OMM for a third time hit me quite emotionally.

C'est la vie. You drown in your sorrows for 1-2 days max, then slap yourself and say get over it you big baby and move on.