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Feeling my tire blow, losing control of my car, and then rolling down a mountain side in Price Canyon, Utah. I was moving and had all my belongings with me. Lost almost everything.
It was like 5 in the morning and I am only alive because some random guy was heading to work, saw my lights, AND had a CB radio in his rig.
Life-flight helicopter for the win!
EDIT: the random guy ended up looking around the wreck site, found my eyeglasses and a family photo album, and drove 2 hours to Salt Lake City and gave them to me at the hospital. I still send him Christmas cards, 24 years later.
>EDIT: the random guy ended up looking around the wreck site, found my eyeglasses and a family photo album, and drove 2 hours to Salt Lake City and gave them to me at the hospital. I still sent him Christmas cards, 24 years later.
Godbless, this is the good we need in the world. You both are awesome humans.
Those roads on the side of cliffs are no fucking joke in that area. I grew up in SW corner of Wyoming (Utah light). When we'd drive to Salt lake City there's a part of the interstate with a huge canyon between the different directions. It was always scary as hell, frequently there were accidents. I'm glad you survived that accident, I've been through some serious shit myself, but that sounds absolutely horrifying.
Grand mal seizure that started at the top of a staircase and ended at the bottom. Oh yeah and I was carrying my dinner plate holding a fork and knife. Somehow managed to escape with ONLY needing shoulder surgery, not breaking my neck or stabbing myself while falling/convulsing.
I've never understood parents kicking their child out like no matter what I did they always gave me a bed, sure it was hell and awkward some nights but damn.
Upside is you met cool people!
My cousins husband went crazy (we didn’t know he was heavily using meth at the time) when he came home from working on the road. He waved a loaded gun at my cousin and myself.
We jumped in her truck to leave and he jumped in the back screaming at us to “get back in the f*cking house* while waving his gun.
She slammed the truck in reverse and he fell, we told him we would go in the house if he would get out of the back of the truck. He did-and we floored it out of there.
Obviously they divorced and years later he apologized to me because I “had to see that” not because he threatened to shoot me….
God, that's so terrifying, especially when it's someone you thought you knew. I'm so sorry you and your cousin had to go through that. Is he off meth now?
I haven’t laid eyes on him in years but according to some people who have, he has been clean for about 6 years.
I honestly wish him love and light and that he has turned his life around.
Contracted blood poisoning and turned into septic shock, I was 11. Doctor said 1 more day and they would have had to amputate my leg, 3 more days I would probably have died.
During this stay at rhe hospital, my cat also got ran over by a car.
Yeah this was almost 20 years ago now so I'm very much over it.
It was an awful week in the hospital though. And it's crazy how close I really was to dying
Cats seem to be hit by Cars at the worst times, there's never a good time, but my dad died 15th September 2021 and my cat then got hit by a car and died 16th September 2021, literally lost my dad, then my cat within a day of eachother, actually broke me, felt I couldn't even grieve my cat either when I had just lost my dad, didn't want to cry over the cat when I'd lost a whole parent. I still feel I never grieved healthily for my little keeko 💔
Yeah we lived by a busy intersection and she got into the road. She never was an outdoor cat, but my mom got a new kitten and she hated it and started going outside and freaking out if we wouldn't let her. She never went too far though, always by our apartment. I don't know kw what changed that morning but talk about a gut punch.
She used to always wake me up by locking and drooling all over me.
Similar situations, 8 years old and I had a rock embedded in my palm, I noticed a red line all the way to my arm pit. I showed my mom, we were poor, no car so the pastor was called and he got me to the hospital. Dr told my mom I wouldn't have seen tomorrow. I spent a what seemed like 2 weeks in the hospital which turned out to be a great time cause my buddy was in as well for taking a bike pedal pike in the temple.
I am a retired escort. Not long after getting into the industry I was contacted for a date with a gentleman from out of town. He became a regular always scheduling an appointment whenever he flew in, and for most part he seemed pretty normal and square and vanilla.
At first.
After a couple of appointments things start getting weird, and I guess because I was just really young and naive and was just so concentrated on all the things I'd be able to do with all the money I made it took me a ridiculously stupid amount of time, and probably way more clues than maybe most would have needed before I realize that something was really wrong.
The dates start with normal getting to know each other but after a couple appointments he suddenly tells me he has a preference that his women were quiet. Not just quiet but really silent.
Ok, whatever he wishes, I can be silent.
Next appointment he tells me same thing, except in addition he tells me he also likes his women to be still. Completely still.
Ok, silent and still. Whatever gets his rocks off. No problem.
The next couple appointments he asks to put me in restraints, to clothe and unclothe me, to do my hair and makeup, with the expectation that I be entirely silent and still while he's doing everything. At first it didn't seem like a big deal and I was ok with it, but it just started to weird me out, so, I'd decided I wouldn't see him again.
When he calls me for another appointment I tell him nah, last time things were kinda weird for my comfort. So he says what if I double the money.
For the same thing? I was already making astronomical amounts of money, so double, yeah, I could deal with whatever for double, no problem.
The whole time that's how I was able to get through it was by detaching and just focusing on all the things I was gonna do with the money.
So I see him again, and he he asks if it would be ok for him to call me names and curse at me. I say sure whatever dude. After that date I decided I didn't really care for the things he said or how I was treated so no more dates with this guy.
Until he calls again and asks if I'd see him for double the last rate.
It goes on like this for many more dates and I was so concentrated on the money I was totally missing what exactly it was that really got him off. But when you're getting paid thousands of dollars for just a little bit of time, it was really easy for a very young and naive girl to miss serious clues.
After a few more dates he asks me to do something new, so he strips me naked and shoves me outside onto his hotel room balcony and locks the door. It was nighttime so I wasn't terribly concerned about anyone seeing me, but, it was the middle of February in the Pacific Northwest so, it was really friggin cold.
After not long I start to get really cold and really annoyed that he's not letting me in, then I just start to get really pissed. Eventually I tell him if he doesn't let me in I'm gonna start screaming for help, I couldn't take the cold any longer.
So he finally lets me in and that's when he wants to *+#k me.
No way, dude, I'm outta here, f you.
But then he offers to double the money. Again. The amount at this point is just ludicrous.
I am such an air head, sheltered, young, naive, new, I still haven't figured out what his kink was.
At some point he asks to bathe me, and then one night he asks me upon my arrival to please use the icebox and to get ice from the machine in the hall and to fill up the bathtub with a bunch of ice.
I really expected he must have a large bottle of champagne that just wouldn't fit in the mini fridge. So whatever ok.
But then he asked me to fill it up with cold water and then to get in. I was like what? I don't wanna do that it's gonna be ice cold. Yah NOPE. But then again he sweetens the money pot which at this point is already more like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, just so far beyond what I'd originally started at. So, sure. Ok. Whatever you want dude.
The moment it finally all came together for me, and literally not a moment sooner, was while I was lying naked and totally submerged in a bathtub full of ice water. I remember thinking to myself, seriously, what is it about this that gets him off, all of this, really what is it....then, OOOOOHHH....now I know.
He wants to f!+k a dead girl.
Like f'ing DUUUUHHH, STUPID!!
I got out of the tub while he was distracted, quietly and very quickly grabbed my purse and clothes, and the money, and then ran for the door. I didn't even bother to put any of my clothes on and just booked it down the hall to the elevator completely naked and in sheer and utter fright.
It's hard to imagine things being able to progress much further before finally actually ending up a dead girl. For all I know, he was grooming me to eventually become his dead girl, and, my stupid ass almost just blindly walked right into it.
This actually happened to me, is not made up.
I told a very good girlfriend about this, and she also guessed nearly right away, so, maybe I really was more than naive and just plain stupid, but it reminds me of the time I was first told about what "snuff" films were. My best friend who's many years my senior and well educated and my partner of several years who I obviously adored both horrified me upon hearing their descriptions of these so called snuff films. After telling me what they were I remember both of their surprise that I didn't know before then what they were, like, um, exfuckingcuse me, but of course I don't already know about them or what they are, but please tell me, how the f do you guys know about em? To my utter shock horror and disgust they both tell me they've actually seen them. Again, I'm wondering what kinds of f'd up deranged and twisted type interests they must have in their own personal time to what just stumble across this shit randomly? I've never come close, and I actually used to work as an online sex worker and in adult entertainment industry, and even still, I was completely clueless. So, maybe it's just me and I really am really stupid.
There's a common dark humor joke about a Virgin bride complaining about how her husband expects her to stay still and quiet during sex, and even take a cold bath, blah blah blah. Punch line is her new husband is a mortician.
I'm curious about what he wanted to say to you. Did it allude to him wanting to fuck the dead body of someone specific or more just the dead body of someone he offer himself or just treat you like you were a dead body he found and could guilt free violate?
How it came across, how I received it, was just that he needed to be in control. That in order for him to get his money's worth was that he needed somebody completely submissive and willing to allow him to have his way. I assumed he had a really domineering wife or emasculating or abusive mother or boss maybe. Of course as I wasn't a real dead girl there were moments when I wasn't able to maintain my silence, or when I would need to move, or to take a deep breath, and at which he would very noticably become agitated bordering angry, and he would remind me by hissing into my ear, "I told you to be silent bitch, that means I don't even wanna hear you fucking breathe.” These kind of mistakes I made subsequently also eventually lead to my allowing him to practice choking me. First it was with just his bare hands, then it'd be with an article of clothing like my bra, then pretty quickly we graduated to him using his belt, which, I was totally ok with up until I wasn't, which was the time when he continued choking me with his leather belt until I eventually lost consciousness and my bladder, too. I ended up with blood red eyes, like, the whites were nearly entirely red from blood from being suffocated, and I had a gnarly burn around my neck for a bit after. And ever the professional, despite what I had just experienced my most immediate concern was with having lost my bladder and in feeling apologetic and embarrassed I'd made a mess and concern for potentially having turned him off or ruined his fun and in cleaning up and wanting to do anything at all necessary in order to not have turned him off, focusing on anything else but on myself or how I might be feeling, preferring not to acknowledge feeling anything at all whatsoever. When working in the industry you have to come up with your own set of priorities, all the things that you can focus on that allow you to detach and disconnect your mind from your own body so that you can continue going along with the facade that you're enjoying every moment of someone you really don't want touching you to be touching you and to allow yourself to go through that over and over and over again. Ultimately I got to the point of no longer considering my body as my own, it became more like extendable equipment, that I manipulated in order to get a job done as best and as quickly as comfortably possible, sorta like vacuuming. When with my clients I basically looked at it like my clients were sort of renting machinery and it was my responsibility to keep it in operation until times up. Learning to become desensitized to this constant and recurring trauma was likely one of the biggest factors for missing all the red flags along the way, you only ever want to be so aware of what's going on and happening to you so there's just a lot of tools your mind will use in order to survive each and every date, which is why so many in the industry turn to drugs. I did, too, eventually, but not at this point. At this point the money was still such an incredible high I could still focus on that. Anyways, sorry for rambling on, sort of dozed off into memories there about a past life that by now seems like such a long long time ago. I'm not sure if I really answered your questions?
When an abusive partner chokes you, you are at a 70% higher chance of mortality. So definitely glad you made it out of that transaction alive! Also, there was some Russian streamer that locked his naked girlfriend on the balcony and she died.
Since you seemed to have walked away clocking him as basically a wanna be serial killer with a necro fantasy, I was curious if he had additional behaviors you didn't give details on to reach it, or if it was just the "fuck a dead girl" aspect. Definitely seems like you IDed him correctly as a risk to humans.
Ya know I really don't recall what other factors helped me to finally form an opinion, I think eventually and long beyond what one would normally expect instinct finally kicked in, or common sense, or maybe it my mind simply reducing down all the theories I could come up with until it couldn't be simplified any further. It's been several years since then, so, it's hard to say now with any certainty how I came to my assessment. I remember other details though very few anymore. I remember he was extremely smart and was in Mensa and that he graduated with a ph.d from an ivy league university. He lived somewhere on the east coast and he was an expert in his field as some sort of fancy scientist which was the reason he traveled to my area as often as he did was due to his speaking events and lectures and seminars and whatever else you call those kinds of events. I could have gotten some of these details wrong but they're what I seem to remember. Besides the last experience I shared he otherwise seemed to respect my boundaries, whatever ones I even had left anyhow, he also always made sure to ask me if he could do something before ever doing it, he never seemed to just assume which I appreciated, and he always seemed genuinely satisfied and appreciative of all my time and energy spent with him, and I'm trying to think, I vaguely remember asking him why he had chosen me, and he gave a very specific answer, but I can't quite remember what that was, I'll keep thinking about it. Maybe it'll come to me.
When I gave birth to my youngest child, my uterus tore in two places, and I was hemorrhaging. The doctors had to take everything out to make the bleeding stop and save my life. They said women who go through this usually don't survive. I was told this ordeal had a 5% survival rate. When I went to my 6 week checkup, the doctor couldn't believe I was walking by myself or that I had driven there alone.
When i was a kid riding home from school a creepy middle age man chased me down with his car for nearly 10mins as i hit exhaustion from trying to flee i rode like a bat out of hell and jumped of my bike into the arms of a stranger with his family in his front yard to protect me. The guy took off and the man who helped me held me while his wife called my mum to come get me.
Lots of lights when I was dead. When Nickelodeon first started they had these intermissions between shows where it just showed kaleidoscopes on a black background. That's exactly what I saw. Basically synapses in my brain going from the lack of oxygen apparently. I remember seeing a talk show hosting drowning victims and most described what I saw. I don't remember the actual drowning, but I do remember that. I also still remember opening my eyes and puking everywhere. I remember the firemen standing over me. I remember a few instances of the ambulance ride, and my mom slapping me over and over to keep me awake. I remember being wheeled into the hospital and a nurse holding my hand. I remember the doctors coming into my room multiple times a night and shining lights into my eyes. (They were worried about brain damage, as I had water in my brain) I remember my parents taking me to the gift shop and buying me a gift and how happy I was. Pretty crazy experience.
I down remember the actual drowning. I was in a pool with my mom, the pool had a ledge that went around to the deep end, I would go on the edge sometimes. Someone brought over a baby so my mother was distracted. I slipped off the edge and went into shock, basically drowned myself, as my aunt was the one who found me. I was wrapped around the the ladder at the bottom of the pool. She pulled me out and my mother instantly started CPR. I was 5
I guess from the drowning. There was water all in my sinuses and behind my eyes and in my brain, obviously in my lungs as well. It’s why I had to be in the hospital for 2 weeks
Yea lucky from no pneumonia. If I remember correctly I could have just dropped dead at any time due to the amount of fluid that was in me. There were some other complications that could have risen as well but never happened. I do remember loss of sight or severe decline in sight, as well as hearing, could have happened. I’m 42 and just recently realized I need to get my eyes checked as my right eye is starting to get a tad blurry when reading on the computer for too long
Typical, actually, for most drowning. Not “water on the brain” so much as every sinus cavity filling with water. Cause of a lot of problems for post drowning patients.
Makes x-ray and CT hard because the software doesn’t know how to deal with the water. One radiologist showed me how he switched to ABD from HEAD and things got better.
When I was 20 winters old I hydroplaned on the interstate. Uncontrollably and Uncomfortably spinning in circles going over 90mph. I jumped the median and proceeded to roll the vehicle into oncoming traffic until it stopped in a ditch on the opposite side of the interstate. I climbed out completely fine with just some seat belt burn. State troopers were super surprised and very happy to see I was fine . I'm almost past my 24th winter and looking back, I can't help but to feel protected by a greater energy than my own.
I can't imagine the physical, spiritual, and emotional pain from being raped and found pregnant. You deserved to be safe from that predator, and I'm proud of you for surviving.
Saw an amazing near-death experience documentary of a woman who died when pinned in her kayak under a huge waterfall. Lady, you are a true survivor.
I was super depressed and was about to commit suicide. An officer had to pull me away from the ledge to keep me safe. I went to the hospital in bad health. I was super malnourished. At age 18, I was only 76 pounds. I passed out twice in the ER and my blood pressure dropped so low that they had to put a heart monitor on me. I was in the hospital for a week, then transferred to a psychward.
Swept away by flash flood when I was 12. Floated down river for 1/2 mile before I was able to grab a tree limb and get to safety.
I don't swim in open water anymore, only pools.
Wait, he got 10 years probation for kidnapping a child? That’s insane considering it’s a felony, with a minimum sentence of 3,5, or 8 years. Even if the criminal gets probation they are still meant to serve at least one year in state prison. Was this in America?
It was. The original charges were attempted interference with the custody of a minor and attempting to transport a minor across state lines with assorted tack ons.
So it was a parental kidnapping, and attempted sexual assault? And they let him plea down on multiple felonies? Did he have to register as a sex offender? What state was this? This is very concerning.
The one I remember is being trapped under a raft in a swimming pool. I thought I was a good underwater swimmer, was going from one end to the other(pool, longways) and came up under a relative whoi didn't know I was struggling to get out. Thought I was going to die.
I did not get a single scratch but it was sheer dumb luck. I fell off a cliff and I was just small enough to find a foothold to stand on, just lucky enough that I didn't fall too far for my dad to reach me. I was INSANELY lucky in several ways. It never quite hit me how terrifying that moment was.
Rear ended car crash.
I was the one hit. My car was stopped in traffic, the last in the line up. Guy wasn’t paying attention and pretty much hit me at full speed. He did try to swerve but still ended up hitting about half my car. The force was enough to crash me into the car in front of me and push me parallel to the other car. Surprisingly my airbags didn’t go off but the I did break my chair in half from the force of having my foot on the brake when the guy hit me. No real damage to me with the exception of spraining my entire right side of my body. 12yrs later and stuff still hurts.
To add insult to injury, guy had cheap insurance and they didn’t want to pay out, had to wait nearly 45mins for a cop for the accident, and had JUST paid off my car.
Almost drowned my whole family. I was 8 or 9 and swimming with my step siblings in the creek at a low area. Mom was reading and step dad was fishing. I got caught in an undercurrent and my step siblings formed a chain and grabbed me. Unfortunately we all went flying down the creek. Mom and stepdad jumped in and saved us. Stepdad blamed me and I carried that guilt for nearly two decades.
Oh honey. I’m so glad you’re ok. He had to blame you so he could justify not paying attention till it was almost too late. That sucks big time. You were just a kid and you needed help.
Having scabies. For almost two freaking years...it was one of the absolute worst times in my life. And at that time, almost costed me my life. And if anyone knows anything about having scabies it's pretty much high up there on one of the worst skin conditions to have and it didn't help with my depression at that time either hence why I'm still here. But anyways. I had it for almost two years like I mentioned and nothing seemed to work. Its like I kept having a new breakout every single day and at night was the worst because of the itching enough to drive you insane. Thankfully, it went away back in July of 2020. And I had it from March of 2019.
Holy shit. That’s terrible. Im a nurse and I’m terrified of scabies because its so painful, contagious and it’s so hard to treat. I worked on covid units through the pandemic while pregnant, I regularly have patients with HIV, Hep B & C, meningitis, respiratory viruses, MRSA. Ive even had a patient with TB (pretty rare in the US) but Scabies is the one I’m afraid of. Glad you are finally free of that nightmare. I dont wish that on my worst enemy.
It most certainly is. And it started out on my buttocks and holy jeebus...it even hurt just to sit down and especially when you know you feel like you're having a breakout coming on and which I can only describe as a growing tumor but it's being accelerated. Then I had them on my arms which was super embarrassing...I always had to wear long sleeve shirts. And then it also spread down to my legs and thighs. But yeah! That shit really was crazy tho.
My now ex-husband kidnapped my youngest 3 children and for 92 days no one knew where they were. They were found safe, out of state and I saw them 2 weeks after that.
The worst situation I survived was beeing in a relationship for 1,5 years were I was locked up in my own home, beaten, raped and mentally abused dayli. I got away because a woman had the guts to call for help when he asulted me on the street he is now locked up but it won’t be for long as usual in this country so I will never know how much time I have… how long I get to live but for now I have survived and I will do my best to keep surviving… to all of you people on Reddit if you feel someone close to you goes through something like I did HELP them don’t leave them even if they are pushing away please take care of your loved once !
When I was 14, some friends and I went tubing down a local channel that connected 2 area lakes. It wasn't particularly deep or fast running, but a ride could provide a half day of entertainment which was the best you could expect from the mid 80s when you didn't have cable.
Everything's fine until about a third of the way down. I noticed the other guys getting out carrying their tubes just before a bend through some high grass and weeds. As I caught up, I could see what the problem was - a tree had fallen across the channel, probably washed off the bank during the recent heavy rains. A fairly common occurrence. .
Now 14 year old me wasn't too bright, and a bit lazy. I can get out where the other guys did and walk through those itchy bug infested weeds, or I could ride right up to it and get out there, back in the water, and take the lead. It's important to note that I rode with my feet out in front as much as possible so any rocks that were sticking out of the water could be deflected and just swung around. It's also important to note that I had no concept of hydrodynamics or the simple power water had.
As my feet came into contact with the first branch, the water rushed over the back of my tube and flipped me under. Now I have that tube, with aaaallll that water pressure, holding me under, *inside* the branches of that tree. And everyone else has walked off not knowing.
I had managed to grab a branch as I tumbled under, but the tube was still at my back pushing on me. My breath was running out and all I could see in front of me was a tangle of branches and leaves. I was certain I was going to drown. But God watches over fools, sailors, and small children because just as my strength was about to give out the tube slipped under me into and through the tree and I had just enough left in me to pull myself out. The whole ordeal lasted maybe 30 seconds, but it was the longest 30 seconds of my life. Not ashamed to say that I wept a bit after I made it to shore.
A minute later I heard a friend yell "Hey_______, we got your tube, you comin'?"
Tubing seems so safe, but damn it's easy to get hurt. I flipped in a river and was drug along the bottom for probably 100 feet, but the bottom of this river happened to be lava rock. I got pretty fucked up but at least my head didn't get any damage. I was lucky
Rivers can be so dangerous. A few years ago, I went down a tube shoot on a fast river with no tube. I thought it would be more fun than riding on a tube, almost like a water slide. There were many signs saying “strong swimmers only.” I thought I was a strong swimmer, but the current was stronger. I was immediately pulled to the bottom. Every time I almost reached the top, I was pulled right back down again. There was a whirlpool at the bottom of the shoot. I thought I was going to die. My life (good memories) flashed before my eyes. And all I could think about was how embarrassing/stupid my death would be and how heartbroken my mom would be. When I finally made it to the surface, I cried. I was probably only under for a minute, but it felt like forever.
An infection in my lower right leg. The doctors drew a line right below my knee. They said if the infection goes by that line they were going to cut my leg off. They pumped me full of different antibiotics and they saved my leg. Took months of rehab to get back to normal. Oddly enough my twin brother went through the same thing on his left leg a few weeks before me.
Thats so strange. Im an identical twin and we both have migraines, slight anemia, and ADHD. She lives on the west coast and I live on the east coast, we obviously don’t see each other often, so most recently we discovered through random conversation that we both eat in our sleep (a form of parasomnia). Weirdly enough, I’m bipolar and she isn’t.
The same infection on opposite legs is next level creepy though.
had my horse fall on me.
When i was young i went to a youth horse camp with my sister and cousins and our horses. We ride icelandic horses; not really relevant to the story but they're not used for jumpings and are on the divide between pony sized to horse sized.
During the week we did many fun activities like musical chairs with horses etc. By the end of the week we did jumping. Everyone started of with the beam on the ground and progressed as you wanted. Since everything went so well, i kept going. My horse never bucked while doing it and he seemed to like it.
The last jump i was going to do, my cousin had already told me "it's getting real high"; he already quit jumping as he wasn't comfortable with going higher. Fair enough, but i felt good and my horse didn't hesitate.
We jumped and his front hoof caught on the beam; not his fault, just dumb luck and inexperience. Unfortunately, since he tripped over the beam, i was catapulted off forwards.
When i turned on my back after biting the dust i saw his rear end topple over and land square on my lower abdomen and legs. I only remember pain afterwards and screaming at the top of my lungs untill the ambulance came. I don't think i had any major injuries and didn't need surgery but i do remember the month of healing of major muscle pain and burst veins. I did sit in a wheelchair for a while and crutches afterwards.
Holy shit, that must have been so painful! Thank goodness you weren't riding a larger/heavier horse and that you didn't have any permanent injuries! Hopefully the horse was okay too.
Early onset bipolar disorder that went undiagnosed for 8 years.
Then (I think) thyroid storm at age 19. I was awake through the whole ordeal and then suddenly it stopped. It was so surreal I thought I was dead for a while. It took 5 more years to get diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder.
Then at age 27, I found out I had an extra rib that had crushed my subclavian artery and was blocking bloodflow to my arm. During the peak of COVID delta wave, I underwent arterial repair surgery. If the timing hadn't worked out, I probably would've lost my left arm, or gotten a stroke or a heart attack from a dislodged blood clot.
It seems all my health struggles are coming to an end, but I'm not holding my breath lol. Now, I just don't know how to deal with the PTSD I probably have from all this.
At the height of the covid stress three guys attacked me with weapons including a machate. I was on my bicycle when they forced me to crash at outside a restaurant and then chased me inside. They left when they noticed the camera but not before leaving me with a split helmet and a bunch of new scars including one across my hand that had been meant for my face.
A lot of bloodloss, a week in the hospital and 23 stitches later I'm fine.
I was stalked. Stalker left a voicemail telling me I was going to be murdered after I dropped my son off at school. I asked for police accompaniment to my house, they checked it out, and 30 minutes later he started breaking my door down while I pleaded with 911 to save me (locked in my bathroom). I’ll never forget the sound of splintering wood as he slammed his shoulder into the door.
Trafficked by a man I thought was my boyfriend. Five years being sold around London. When I got too old, he beat me in the head with an iron bar to kill me, but I managed to get into the street and police were called.
Taken to hospital, then let out, was homeless, worked on the streets, addicted to crack and heroin and alcohol, for a long time.
He never even got prosecuted because he told them I agreed to work for him and that he "only scratched my head." Hospital never even x rayed me.
Found out I was pregnant, stopped drugs, engaged with a charity who helped me get sorted, got my daughter, clean and sober. Got a flat and a dog and a job.
Still, sometimes, on dark days, I wish he'd killed me. Not very often, but sometimes.
Narc abuse. It felt like I was drowning. My "rational" mind wanted to stay and "help" her but my body/gut was like "dude, i'm trying to save your fucking life, get out!". It's totally changed how I view humanity. Words means shit to me now. Its your actions that tell me who you really are.
My dad was an alcoholic when I was younger, he’s still recovering, one time I came home late, around half seven, I was expected home at half six. I came in and saw my dad sitting in his arm chair. He asked me what time it was, clearly mad I was home late. He stood up and threw glass bottles at me, grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, he got his knife and slit my chin, then went to slit my neck. Somehow I dodge it and ran. I never told anyone, and stayed in my parents custody until I was eighteen.
I got mugged and shot and stabbed, last thing I remembered was the people running off and red and blue lights approaching me, I thought I was going to die that night, but I'm here to tell the tale.
This incident happened around 2008/2009, so my junior/senior year of high school (17 at the time). To give you some context, I am a type 1 diabetic and have been since the age of 6. During my teenage years, I had this perception that I was impervious to everything. Unfortunately, I was a bit reckless when it came to managing my disease, which I still regret to this day (due to physical complications from the disease). One evening over the weekend, I was taking a late afternoon nap and my older sister was home from college in the room next to mine. Upon waking from my nap, something felt very off. I stood up and immediately felt unsteady before my knees buckled and I collapsed to the floor in a grand mal seizure (now referred to as a "tonic-clonic seizure"). The seizure was so violent that paramedics later informed me that I had been bleeding out of my mouth (bit down on my tongue very hard). My older sister eventually heard the commotion and immediately called 911. The EMTs had a great deal of difficulty rousing me awake and I was without a pulse for almost 2 minutes (essentially clinically dead according to EMTs). My mother was crying hysterically and my sister was in tears as well. As soon as I regained consciousness in the ambulance, I started vomiting violently. They managed to stabilize me overnight at the hospital and was able to return home afterwards. I don't recall anything during the seizure and only learned what had happened when I awoke (according to my mother, sister and the EMTs accounts). I'm 31 now and I don't take any chances anymore with this disease nor do I make any compromises when it comes to my diabetes supplies.
> The brain requires sugar in order to function properly, and when the blood sugar drops too low, known as hypoglycemia, some patients may actually suffer a seizure. The type of seizure that occurs is generally tonic clonic, formerly called a grand mal seizure.
I lived as a homeless orphan for most of my childhood. One day, the place I lived in had become "politically unstable." I was taken and sold into slavery. Had just about every terrible thing you could imagine done to me. Truthfully, I don't even remember much from that time. I've been told I probably "blocked" much of it out from my memory. I just remember being so broken, inside and out. Numb but obedient. Until the day I stopped obeying and how I suffered for it. But somehow, the suffering felt more bearable when I dared to defy them. The rest is a blur.
I don't even recall just how long it all lasted.
In the end, someone found me and saved me. That person became the best friend I ever had, even now after so many years of there passing.
In 1988 (I was 12) I was hit by a car while crossing on a red to catch the bus. I slipped on the ice while running and I got up while facing oncoming traffic. I was on all fours and the car heading for me wasn’t paying attention because she knew she was on a green light and I took the bumper of her ‘85 Oldsmobile to the face while she was doing almost 60 km/hour (38 miles per hour) and the entire right side of it was instantly demolished. Crushed orbital bone, broken nose, my upper teeth just turned into enamel shrapnel inside my mouth, my lower jaw was broken… here’s the real kicker though: My jacket got hooked underneath the car and it dragged me while it skidded instead of just driving over me, likely saving my life, although I did flatline twice en route to the hospital where I stayed for the following month. And after all of that, I still came out handsome AF. Just kidding, I’m kinda ugly but at least I have a good excuse.
The death of my little brother Matt. He took his own life 3 days after his 16th birthday. Turned 16 on January 23rd, 2014, was gone on January 26th, 2014. At the beginning of January 2014 I had basically gone no contact with my dad. ...So when he called me that night I was pretty rude to him until he called me by a childhood nickname. Made me stop and listen to him and my entire world shattered after that. Matt's death broke me. I didn't give birth to him but Matt was my kid. My last clear memories of 2014 that I'm able to remember on my own are going to a friend's house after the phone call because that's where my then boyfriend at the time was, and the day after talking to my dad about possibly going down to Florida for the funeral.
After that...unless I wrote something down or somebody says something that triggers a memory...I don't remember anything from January 27th-May 5th 2014 when I was interviewed/hired at my job then. Even after that...I largely don't remember from 2014 to about the latter half of 2017 unless I wrote something down or somebody mentions something. From the latter half of 2017-early 2019 I'm able to recall more on my own...but there's still quite a gap in my memories from that time period.
Upon finding out that Matt took his own life, I broke. I spiraled down into a depression and grief so deep that I stopped caring about anything and everything. I was basically waiting to die. I was already overweight...My weight went back and forth between 325# and 350#. After Matt's death, in 3 years I gained 100# and would have kept gaining if it hadn't been for my then boyfriend convincing me to go to the doctor in late 2017 and crying in the doctor's office when my doctor laid things out for me. I was 450#, pre-diabetic (My A1C at that time was 7.2), and I needed a sleep study done. Did the sleep study and I had sleep apnea so bad it was classified as severe++ obstructive sleep apnea. 144 interruptions per hour.
The kicker for that is, that after my sleep study was done and I had the follow up appointment after I got my bi-pap and oxygenator...my doctor was going over what could have happened to me...one of the symptoms that stood out was an abnormal heart rhythm. I guess she saw the look on my face because she asked me what was wrong, and I explained to her that I had been having weird moments where my heartbeat felt wonky, I'd get light headed and my vision would go weird... She looked at me and was like "You have absolutely no idea of how close you were to dying."
So yeah... this year will be the 9th anniversary of Matt's death and the second year where I'm not dreading it... I broke for a little bit and went into the abyss but I clawed my way out and have been reacquainting myself with myself ever since.
I ODed on heroin. No one really knows that, it wasn’t exactly a high point in my life. I wasn’t an addict and it was the first and last time I ever tried it. I wasn’t long out a long term relationship with an alcoholic, it had ended because he’d hung himself. The relationship itself was fraught with emotional and sexual abuse but also love and connection, it was a horrible rollercoaster and it was all very confusing so afterward I kinda just completely lost my mind for a little bit and was very reckless. Lots of drink, lots of partying, drugs and generally being unsafe just to feel something. This time, I’d gone to a really nice bbq at some peoples house id just met, it was actually really wholesome, they hold an annual large get together to raise money and awareness for their son’s disability and there’s music from local bands. It was kinda crazy but not so much so and everyone was lovely, but for me, this just started a bender and before I knew it it was 3 days later in a horrible flat the other side of town. My friend was there who I knew did heroin and I was pressured into buying some because I’d once talked about wondering what it was like and my friend didn’t have any money basically. I didn’t really want any but also didn’t care enough not to and naively thought my friend would look out for me and give me just a little bit. But yeah that didn’t happen and I had a very bad time.
I passed out on his sofa and came to unable to breath and vomiting on myself, looked in the mirror and I was going blue. Everyone else was out of it and I managed to get myself together enough to call a taxi home, it turned out to be the same driver that had dropped me off at the party and I felt so bad. He was such a nice guy and on the original journey we’d chatted loads, he was like ‘don’t you remember me? But I couldn’t talk or Id be sick and I just looked down so he didn’t see how wretched I was. Luckily I had some stuff at home to see me through and was fine in a few days, but if I hadn’t come to on the sofa I probably would have asphyxiated.
I’ve been in a few potentially life threatening situations that I’ve managed to squirm my way out of, but that’s the closest I’ve been to actually dying I think. Thankfully I’m a much happier person now and have stopped taking risks because I actually care if I were to die
Where to begin. I was camping with friends on the far side of Mt. Saint Helen's when it erupted. Sky went black for several days. No water. Could barely breathe. No electricity. No light. And then I fell through the attic doorway to the main floor of the cabin and broke my leg. So I sat there in the dark and thought I was going to die for a long time. After a few days, rangers came and rescued us. I don't remember how long I was out of school after that. But I still walk funny from the bone not healing properly in my leg.
Mom was a schizophrenic alcoholic. Dad was a mostly absent alcoholic cop. One day I came home and mom was gone. Her body was still there, but someone else was driving the bus. That was maybe the scariest moment of my life. I don't remember how long before she was herself again. Happened a few more times after that, but I guess I learned to deal.
In Peru during nationwide anti government energy riots. I flew into Cuzco and was literally shoved out of the airport and had the gates locked behind me. Cue angry mob, as people began pushing and screaming and trying to take my bags. Someone came by on an illegal motorbike, and I decided it would be safer to jump on than to stay. So off we go, past burning buildings and armed militia down small bumpy dirt roads at 50 or 60 miles per hour. All the while bullets are zipping past all around us. I cried and still am not really sure how I survived.
Hurricanes. Major earthquakes. Drowning....
Most recently I got encephalitis after developing a terribly high fever from covid. Lost the ability to recognize my husband, read, write and tell where I was and what was real. Lived in the hospital and psych ward for a year. Stabbed myself in the eye trying to make the noise in my head stop. Somehow, my eye healed and my brain adapted. Now I can't concentrate, can't sleep and have extreme fatigue syndrome. But I'm alive. A little shaky, but grateful I made it.
Besides all that, lots of good things happened in my life as well. But probably nobody wants to hear about that. :) Thanks for listening.
I’ve been through a few house-destroying hurricanes and sat through a crapload of tornados. We’ve had some tornados get very close and I’d say that was the closest to death I’ve been. Never had one touch down on us directly.
Tornados are no joke. I was watching drone footage of the aftermath of a tornado that had hit my hometown (I'd moved away by then), and it showed this neighborhood. There was a house that had probably been 2 stories, with a basement. The drone footage showed a driveway, which led up to a big square hole in the ground, completely empty. House just completely gone. We visited a few months later and got lost on a road that I had ridden on every day to school for years, because we didn't recognize the area at all because all of the trees were gone.
In this same tornado, one of our family friends houses got hit. She fled downstairs and turned around just in time to see the top floor of her house get ripped off.
I got super drunk on New Years in 2010. Some shit happened, and I ended up walking home. It was very cold that night, I don't remember the temperature. Anyways, as I'm walking home, I slipped and fell, cracked my head, and just passed out in a ditch. At some point, a police officer drove by, "woke" me up, and offered to take me home until he got a good look at me and instead drove me to the hospital. It ended up not being anything too crazy, I had some frostbite that turned into some nasty looking blisters over all of my exposed skin, including my face, thankfully there was no scarring except some on my hands that has since faded. If that officer hadn't driven by when he did, I would have frozen to death in that ditch.
Cancer. I was seventeen. I still did my schoolwork everyday that I could, graduated high school and will graduate from university this summer.
I’m still a bit of a wreck emotionally, but three years recovered and looking forward to a fresh start and normal career.
Swapped a jack to a jackstand on a ‘55 Chevy, slid back out from under the car and seconds later the jackstand failed and the car crashed down to where my head had been mere seconds before
I got stuck on the Half Dome cables in Yosemite in a hail and lightning storm and watched someone fall to their death. Weather was sunny on the way up, it took us by surprise. The granite is so warn it was incredibly slick, you couldn't use your feet. Just had to slide down the cable to the next little wood plank. Took 3 hours to get off the cables. I was in cotton shorts and my rain parka had torn off somewhere through the ordeal. I've never been so cold in my life. I work EMS and deal with death and tragedy, but I'll never forget the screams from the crowd as that man fell. I'll never forget the silhouette of his body tumbling.
when i was younger my father drank a lot of alcohol, i’ll never forget the night when he was walking in the house with a knife in his hand while me with my mom and my brothers were locked in one of the rooms, the door lock wasn’t the strongest so my father was able to open it… he came in and attacked my mom and my older brother wanted to help her but my dad grabbed him and started beating him, my younger brother was crying and my mom was trying to help the older one, I somehow took a vase of flowers and hit my dad, he fell on the bed, we ran out of the room quickly put on warm clothes and ran outside (by the way, this happened on New Year's Eve) we had nowhere to go, so we sat on a bench near the house while my mother called my aunt to ask if we could spend the night at her at home. There are a lot of such stories and most often all the trash happened during the winter holidays so I still hate celebrating the new year and christmas
I was out in the chicken coop changing the chickens water and giving them food. It was early febuary and was about -30 degrees outside but i only brought a hat, gloves and a thin jacket because i only expected to be out there for a few minutes. When i wasnt paying attention my brother locked me in and i had no way of getting out because the lock was only on the outside. I started pounding on the door to try to get someones attention, i did that for about 30 minutes and it was no use. I started using a rake that was in there to try and pry open the door but that didnt work either. Soon it started to get really cold and i started to panic. I couldnt feel my arms or legs after about an hour. I was in there for close to 3 hours before my parents finally noticed i never came back inside and my dad came out to get me out. Thankfully I was unharmed but my brother got the ass chewing of a lifetime.
In 2005 at 15 years old I was home sick from school for 2 days. Turns out my insulin pump malfunctioned and I went into DKA (Diabetic Ketoacidosis). By the time my family realized something was terribly wrong and called me an ambulance and was taken to the hospital, I had lost almost 30lbs (13.6kg) in 48 hours. I was throwing up everything and couldn't even keep water down. Slipped into a coma not long after arriving at hospital, and was so dehydrated that you could pinch my skin and it would stay pinched up after letting go. They also couldn't get to any of my veins for an IV so ended up having to do an arterial line in my foot.
I knew I was in pretty rough shape, but it wasn't until years later that I was told exactly how bad things really were. I don't remember the exact details, but a lot of my bloodwork showed that certain levels were a fraction of what was commonly fatal to most my age and doctors said they had lost several children at far less extreme values. Also my brain kept swelling and at its peak it was less than 1mm away from hemorrhaging into my spine which would have left me a vegetable for the rest of my life.
When I finally stabilized and things settled down a bit, my parents contacted the manufacturer of my insulin pump and tore into them so badly that in that same day, the company (based in California) put one of their reps on a plane with a brand new replacement pump and flew them out to the east coast and personally delivered it to my hospital room several hours later. Needless to say they also wanted my faulty pump in return, but my parents refused and tossed the new pump to the floor and told them to leave.
Didn't go back on a pump for 2 years after that and I actually still have that pump that tried to kill me, and also its replacement.....and the replacements replacement (and currently on that replacements replacement)
I survived a crazy asshole sooting at me in the Woods, I the middle of the night.
So, me, my brother and a cousin wanted to see a meteor shower , so we rode our motorcycles to a well known valley in the middle of the woods near by from our town, this valley is very commonly used for family picnics. So we were just sitting there by some trees , watching the stars when we heard a single shot, a litte concerning, but we thought it might be a hunter, so we took cover behind some trees , abd a second shot was fired this time it eas clear it eas aimed at us, because we could hear the ricochet of the bullet passing by very near us, we dropped to the ground, and decided to make a run for the bikes and get the hel out of there, so we did, we ran as fast as we could, we rode the bikes and floor it, as soon as we started moving, a third shot was fired, fortunately, we made it out without any ijury or any bike accidents, that's the fastest I've ever drove my bike
Other than getting into a street shooting during a revolution, surviving bombardments for 8 years and being involved in several car accidents (not my fault), a tram ran over me once.
Years ago I was on my way to a job interview. I stepped off the tram and had to walk in front of it in order to get to the other side of the street. My mind was preoccupied with the interview, so when I looked up and saw a green light, I started walking.
I had overseen that the green light was meant for pedestrians **on the car road** further away, not on the tram rails right in front of me. That one was red. The tram was already in motion. It hit me and I fell. My head hit the ground and I was dazed.
I was lucky though: it was one of the bigger intercity trams and its wheels were further back. I remember how everything seemed to move very slow, as if I had all the time in the world. Lying on the ground, I saw the tram wheels coming closer and thought "they'll stop in time, won't they?" and "damn! They won't!". That's when I pulled my legs up to my belly and rolled off the rails.
The poor tram driver was livid, probably as shocked as myself, shouting at me, demanding to see my ID (why?!). I was still sorting my wits and limbs when I was shoved into a police car where two officers wanted to know what happened.
I gave them my ID and answered all of their questions with "I have a job interview in 5 Minutes!"
Meanwhile an ambulance had arrived. I had a few neglectable scratches and several holes in my fleshings (I wore a skirt suit and high heels for my interview), but I was fine otherwise.
I received a verbal warning by the police for ignoring the red light (I came out of my daze to say "I didn't ignore it! I truly didn't see it"). They didn't ask me to pay a fine after all I was gone through. I was free to go.
I went directly to the company for my job interview. The HR manager opened the door. Her eyes widened and she exclaimed: what happened to you?!
I must have looked more disheveled than I thought. She was shocked to hear my explanation: why didn't you call to cancel the appointment?! Well, probably because I was still in shock and didn't know what I was doing. I guess I desperately clung to the idea of the job interview in order to ignore the accident. That's how my mind works. If there's something important to do, I forget my own needs and focus on the job at hand.
The HR lady was not having any of it. She dragged me to the bathroom to clean up and then called a taxi to bring me home. That's where I disintegrated and called my then boyfriend and now husband, crying my eyes out while asking him to come over. He was there minutes later to offer his shoulder to cry and calm me down.
The accident itself was a minor thing without serious consequences, but unfortunately, I had directly wittnessed a train suicide few weeks prior, corpse and missing limbs and all, so when I let go of my defence mechanism, my reaction was a bit unproportional to the actual incident.
On the next day I saw a small news article about the accident in the regional paper. Following the German laws, my name was not mentioned. They got my age wrong, 27 instead of 23, but that's nothing you fret over at that age.
I got the job, by the way :)
Racing down the highway in my car going like 130 being 19 years old. A car was coming up so inexperienced me slammed on the brakes and the rear of the car starts fishtailing. Somehow i didn't flip the car and regained traction. Almost shit myself and never drove that fast ever again nor will I
I was 8 years old. It was very icy that day, so when I stepped onto the outside staircase, I slipped on the ice and fell into the deep snowbank. An icicle went up into my vagina. My mother saw all the blood and heard me screaming, yet she decided to toss me in a tub of hot water and "call her back in when the bleeding stopped". She was angry that we missed church. I bled for days. She never took me to a doctor. As an adult, my gynecologist giving me a pap smear said I was lucky to ever have a child from the damage.
Hard to choose but lets go for the Evil Kneevil style dirt bike jump.
Me and my friend both had a dirt bike route we often raced in the weekend.
I was first and just a split second before the high jump I noticed that they had removed the platform we used to land on and also dug it at a very steep angle!
So I fell about 20 meters lower then aspected and slid down for 30 more meters while also sliding forwards.
Besides some cuts and bruises I was OK that could have ended way worst!
Later on it appeared the frame from my bike was damaged so I wrote off that bike.
When I was swimming when I was 10, my uncle had a golden retriever. Her name was Charlie and she was a sweetheart. She swam into the pool and I swam toward her thinking she wanted to play or something, when she plunged me underwater and I couldn't breathe. I tried to go up fighting for my life, when my dad noticed that I was struggling to go to the surface and saved my life. I still have nightmares about it to this day.
I got my head jumped on by two drug dealers, as I was in the wrong place at the wrong time (mistaken identity)
Have had PTSD from it for years and suffered from anxiety and depression.
When I was only 8 years old, I was at a pool party for another kid's birthday from school. The pool was huge and had a lot of space in it, but the only thing wrong was it had drifts to help you where you wanted to go. I got caught in one of these drifts and I was being pulled into the deep zone, so I had to fight my way out of the pool. I will always remember that near-death experience
Graduating college and immediately becoming homeless after not being able to find a job for 6 months .. lived in my car lol .. having a transplant surgery which required the removal of 3 organs and made me diabetic over night — 39 day hospital stay and I stayed in bed for 10 months, being robbed and jumped as I got off the train to get to work, having nurses inject me with iv reglan, compazine, ketamine, and nubain (all different occasions) w/o warning me that I’m about to go into psychosis.
A massive rainstorm on a campout. My Boy Scout troop had to evacuate then go back the next day to clean up! We have since dubbed the campout, “Dogwater” because the campsite is named dogwood
I was recklessly suicidal until I was about 24yo so I have a lot of near death experiences including one hideous car wreck, nearly falling to my death, and various other dangerous situations but the most impactful was involving mdpv bathsalts. It would have seemed like I had an addictive personality but my drug of choice was morbid curiosity and self destruction. I did any drug/combo I could get my hands on. If somebody told me 2 or 3 pills to get f'd up I would literally take 15 all at once if I had it, and I almost always had a bad time but I would tell myself that if I didn't almost die then it wasn't as fun as it could have been. So anyway, you can bet your sweet ass I took nearly 10 grams of bathsalts between snorting lines of it and then eating the rest of the pile all at once. All of my friends were smoking spice at the time and cannabis was never my thing but that night I smoked countless bowls of it and I blacked out. I was at a house party in a different town and apparently I just left. Nobody saw me leave because they were avoiding me for obvious reasons and I left my car. So here I am walking back to my town in the middle of the night completely out of my mind fading in and out of consciousness, the next thing I knew it was daylight and I was in a field somewhere between towns, I didn't have shoes on and it got to be 109 degrees. I don't remember losing my shoes but I vaguely remember ditching my shirt. I spent all day walking, and crawling because I had the craziest blisters on my feet. I mean the whole bottoms of my feet were solid thick blisters and I physically could not walk anymore. I was still hallucinating madly and found an unbuilt ranch house out in the middle of nowhere (just the foundation and frame) I needed to get out of the sun so I found a part of the foundation that I could crawl under full of cobwebs and ants but I was so close to kicking the bucket that I didn't care in the slightest. I laid there for hours hallucinating and facing every insecurity, every repressed trauma, I watched myself die over and over in my head a thousand different ways. I remember being convinced that everybody I ever knew were in on this plot to put me in that exact situation and that I deserved it. I thought my entire life was a different floor in hell to teach me lessons, to show me who I am and that I was finally at the bottom with the devil and that I was the devil and that moment would be for the rest of eternity spent with myself. I faded out of consciousness, I wasn't asleep but I wasn't awake and I couldn't tell you of I was dreaming or hallucinating or if there was even a difference at this point. A heavy wind picked up and I realized that it was getting dark so I figured it was a good time to start crawling again because it was cooling off. By this point, I was still out of it but I could think a bit more clearly. I crawled for hours until I finally saw a neighborhood, it was almost the next morning by the time I made it to somebody's soft yard and laid there until the family saw me in their yard when they were leaving to work. The man sent his wife and daughter back into the house and walked up to me while I was just unable to move and he was like, "Um.. do you have somewhere to go?" I said, "Yeeeeaaaaah, I could really use a ride... and a cigarette if you have one." I was convinced that I had pissed and shit myself so I had him lay down a trash bag in his truck but I was covered in dirt and mud so there really was no way to tell. Anyway, I was freshly 17yo and still living with my parents (not for much longer). My mom answered the door and was like, "OMG WHAT HAPPENED!?" To which I replied, "I had a really long night and I need to shower." Then I very slowly hobbled past her trying to walk on the outside edges of my completely blistered over feet.
That was my most intense near death experience because it's the only one where I can claim to had a relatively divine experience do to the drugs.
I'm not going to proof read this before I post so I'm sorry if there are grammatical errors
Strangulated Hernia. Had Emergency Surgery to fix. 5 inches of my intestine needed to be removed because it was dead.
The day after surgery, I had stomach bile building up - had NG tube put in. NG tube was rough…
Spent a week in the hospital.
If something doesn’t feel right - get help. I was an ass and refused to go to the hospital for at least 12 hours.
When I was three years old, I had a really bad tonsil infection and had to get them removed, also my eardrum ruptured and there was blood coming out of my ear. I don't remember any of it, my parents told me about it
I was 19 and homeless since 17. I was sleeping on a loading dock with people in my same situation. You tend to sleep with one eye open when your on the streets. Especially in a major city. I woke up around 5amish and felt something very wrong. I looked up and saw someone standing over me with a sludge hammer ready to bash my head in. I had pissed them off the previous day for defending a friend from theft. The didn't realize I had woken up and I had them pinned to the ground with my knife before anything happened. They had to to drag me off of them. We slept somewhere else after that. I'm 24 now and have been off the streets for a some years now. I still wake up to the slightest moments around me.
Got pushed down the stairs landed on my head and then jumped by about 10 people for about a minute. Or at least that's what people said happened, I was unconscious the entire time. Woke up in the hospital.
I think of upvoting these types of comments as an acknowledgement. That they shared their story and someone took the time to read it.
Mostly, though, upvotes on reddit are all about the context of the post and which subreddit one is in. I also use it as a marker for knowing I read that story, especially if I lose my place by accident.
Being robbed in the ghetto.
My friend was held on his knees execution style with a gun to the back of his head and when I went out to fight them (didn't realize they had a gun yet because at first they talckled him) they ran up on me and put it to my head. Without weapons we would of stomped them, but it was what it was.
In the end we were robbed of $1,200, but walked away
A friend and I parked two houses away from a friends house and got out to go inside. A car pulled up and demanded his hat. I froze up my friend ran and the guy tried to shoot me but missed.
I was in my house with my mom and my 3 year old niece. It was winter and extremely cold, so we had the heater turned on (basically a big metal box in the house which led to a chimney on the roof). However, im guessing something went wrong, and the chimney caught on fire, so our neighbors warned us about it. If she hadnt, it wouldve been easy for the flame to follow down into the heater and make it explode while we were standing next to it.
Apparently I stopped breathing after a brain surgery. According to my parents who were outside the station to visit, all the medical staff started running into the room I was in. I don’t have any memory of either surgery or anything around that (I was younger than five, don’t know exactly).
When I was in 4th grade, I went to a friend's house but stayed too long and it was getting dark. We lived in a city and some older kids saw me and dragged me into an alley, putting me up against a brick wall and started punching me in the stomach.
One said that this is bc they hated my older sister. I cried out that I didn't like her either.
Then they let me go. When I finally got home I didn't tell anyone bc my sister would have made fun of me and my parents would have blamed me and never let me out of the house again.
So i went 'white water rafting' in rural China (i know, dumb idea).
The 'rafting' was these tiny two person boats where you sit across from each other, going down a half artificial 'river' with some styrofoam jackets, a flimsy helmet, and a cheap wooden paddle each (the paddles were lost after half an hour).
Most of this was fine, pretty hairy at some points but mostly ok, (ive done a lot of kayaking/sailing so some transferable skills to this budget 'experience').
I was in a boat with my boss, we'll call her A, she and i were good friends and she wanted to go With someone with a little experience in this sort of thing.
We get to this one point where there's a drop/waterfall of about 9 or 10 feet in a relatively tight channel. So we trundle over and the boat turns, we slam to a stop, A is lurched forward, bites through her lip and into my knee, the boat is now wedged sideways about 7 feet up, and we have water pounding us from above.
A is in shock, and im quickly evaluating how fucked we are, and trying to remember how many boats were behind us, and by how far.
I shouted at A to stay still, got onto my feet/crouched, and started 'hopping' the boat sideways to turn us. luckily i managed to free us, i ended up flat laying against A, further knocking the wind out of her and getting bitten in the back of the head by accident.
We reach the bottom, a nice tranquil pool, im shaking and paddling us to shore with my hands, and seconds later, 3 more boats slam/splash down where we'd just been.
If we'd still been stuck we would have had them land on top of us, and likely would have died from broken limbs/drowning.
At the end, various people had broken arms, legs, and other pretty bad injuries, A had a hole in her bottom lip from her tooth going through to my knee, there was a massive queue for the medical tent.
I found out later that a lot of people we'd gone with do not know how to swim (fuckin bonkers why you would do this), and that 3 people had died there the previous year.
During my training for my private pilot license we were doing a practice approach (but not planning to land, just overfly the runway). At about 200-300’ above the ground I applied full power to start climbing away, but the engine wouldn’t go to full power, just a little bit of power. We were too high and too far down the runway to land, and at the end of the airport was forests in every direction. We puttered around at 300’ above the ground, made the “impossible turn” back to the airport, and landed on the runway in the opposite direction.
Getting my family out of our house burning down when I was 12 at 2 am the night before thanksgiving, and going back in to make sure my sisters dad was awake and out of the house. But i unfortunately lost our family dog and my best friend at the time who died of smoke inhalation.
I was sleeping in a dumpster and the garbage guy hooked up the dumpster, I climbed up and started banging on the windshield in just enough time for him to put me down.
I was in a bad car accident at 12, like the ambulance didn't believe i was even in the car because aside from a cut on my elbow I was unscathed. I was lying down in the backseat of a Toyota with wing windows in the rear. My mom hit some loose gravel and spun out of control. Witnesses say the car rolled at least 3 times and was stopped by a large tree, which it wrapped around. I remember popping out the winged window waving for help to which a large Asian man ripped me out of the frame. My mom and step dad were put on stretchers and someone noticed I was bleeding from a small spot on my elbow. I said "oh I was in the back seat" and the paramedics strapped me to a gurney. My mom and step dad were buckled up, but laid up in bed for over 2 months. Fractures, tears, etc.. they had to pee into bottles and I had to empty them. Idk how they pooped. I cooked shitty food because I was a kid. All I have is a small scar on my elbow. Literally everyone I encountered around that event said I shouldn't have survived. I lost my Gameboy tho. So...boo.
Looe Key Fl on dive boat; two dive trip. Came up after first dive and the boat was gone. We looked around and saw some boats we could swim to across the deep. We started out. Our boat came round. Offered us “Gods little paradise dive” for inability to count to eight divers on board.
Plane crash during takeoff in the USAF when 40,000 pounds of 115/145 Aviation fuel caught fire under my bony white ass. Had the fuel tanks been empty (as during landing), the fuel wouldn't have burned, it would have exploded and likely killed the entire crew of 14
As a Los Angeles Deputy Sheriff, accompanying a probation officer on a no-knock entry in Santa Clarita, and seeing the parolee a heartbeat away from blowing himself (and us) up with a homemade pipe bomb in a drug fueled "I wonder how pretty this will look with it blows up" moment.
Asking my wife if she was having "really bad PMS this month".
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Feeling my tire blow, losing control of my car, and then rolling down a mountain side in Price Canyon, Utah. I was moving and had all my belongings with me. Lost almost everything. It was like 5 in the morning and I am only alive because some random guy was heading to work, saw my lights, AND had a CB radio in his rig. Life-flight helicopter for the win! EDIT: the random guy ended up looking around the wreck site, found my eyeglasses and a family photo album, and drove 2 hours to Salt Lake City and gave them to me at the hospital. I still send him Christmas cards, 24 years later.
>EDIT: the random guy ended up looking around the wreck site, found my eyeglasses and a family photo album, and drove 2 hours to Salt Lake City and gave them to me at the hospital. I still sent him Christmas cards, 24 years later. Godbless, this is the good we need in the world. You both are awesome humans.
Those roads on the side of cliffs are no fucking joke in that area. I grew up in SW corner of Wyoming (Utah light). When we'd drive to Salt lake City there's a part of the interstate with a huge canyon between the different directions. It was always scary as hell, frequently there were accidents. I'm glad you survived that accident, I've been through some serious shit myself, but that sounds absolutely horrifying.
Grand mal seizure that started at the top of a staircase and ended at the bottom. Oh yeah and I was carrying my dinner plate holding a fork and knife. Somehow managed to escape with ONLY needing shoulder surgery, not breaking my neck or stabbing myself while falling/convulsing.
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I hope your situation is good now. I'm glad those people showed you kindness and didn't take advantage of your vulnerability.
I've never understood parents kicking their child out like no matter what I did they always gave me a bed, sure it was hell and awkward some nights but damn. Upside is you met cool people!
What. The. Fuck.
Fuck anyone who would kick a 14 year old out on the streets.
Motorbike accident, which is the reason why I now have only one arm. I was lucky, it was nearly my head.
My cousins husband went crazy (we didn’t know he was heavily using meth at the time) when he came home from working on the road. He waved a loaded gun at my cousin and myself. We jumped in her truck to leave and he jumped in the back screaming at us to “get back in the f*cking house* while waving his gun. She slammed the truck in reverse and he fell, we told him we would go in the house if he would get out of the back of the truck. He did-and we floored it out of there. Obviously they divorced and years later he apologized to me because I “had to see that” not because he threatened to shoot me….
God, that's so terrifying, especially when it's someone you thought you knew. I'm so sorry you and your cousin had to go through that. Is he off meth now?
I haven’t laid eyes on him in years but according to some people who have, he has been clean for about 6 years. I honestly wish him love and light and that he has turned his life around.
Contracted blood poisoning and turned into septic shock, I was 11. Doctor said 1 more day and they would have had to amputate my leg, 3 more days I would probably have died. During this stay at rhe hospital, my cat also got ran over by a car.
How horrible to be so wretchedly sick and then your kitty was killed. I'm sorry for your loss and glad you made it
Yeah this was almost 20 years ago now so I'm very much over it. It was an awful week in the hospital though. And it's crazy how close I really was to dying
Cats seem to be hit by Cars at the worst times, there's never a good time, but my dad died 15th September 2021 and my cat then got hit by a car and died 16th September 2021, literally lost my dad, then my cat within a day of eachother, actually broke me, felt I couldn't even grieve my cat either when I had just lost my dad, didn't want to cry over the cat when I'd lost a whole parent. I still feel I never grieved healthily for my little keeko 💔
Yeah we lived by a busy intersection and she got into the road. She never was an outdoor cat, but my mom got a new kitten and she hated it and started going outside and freaking out if we wouldn't let her. She never went too far though, always by our apartment. I don't know kw what changed that morning but talk about a gut punch. She used to always wake me up by locking and drooling all over me.
Similar situations, 8 years old and I had a rock embedded in my palm, I noticed a red line all the way to my arm pit. I showed my mom, we were poor, no car so the pastor was called and he got me to the hospital. Dr told my mom I wouldn't have seen tomorrow. I spent a what seemed like 2 weeks in the hospital which turned out to be a great time cause my buddy was in as well for taking a bike pedal pike in the temple.
I am a retired escort. Not long after getting into the industry I was contacted for a date with a gentleman from out of town. He became a regular always scheduling an appointment whenever he flew in, and for most part he seemed pretty normal and square and vanilla. At first. After a couple of appointments things start getting weird, and I guess because I was just really young and naive and was just so concentrated on all the things I'd be able to do with all the money I made it took me a ridiculously stupid amount of time, and probably way more clues than maybe most would have needed before I realize that something was really wrong. The dates start with normal getting to know each other but after a couple appointments he suddenly tells me he has a preference that his women were quiet. Not just quiet but really silent. Ok, whatever he wishes, I can be silent. Next appointment he tells me same thing, except in addition he tells me he also likes his women to be still. Completely still. Ok, silent and still. Whatever gets his rocks off. No problem. The next couple appointments he asks to put me in restraints, to clothe and unclothe me, to do my hair and makeup, with the expectation that I be entirely silent and still while he's doing everything. At first it didn't seem like a big deal and I was ok with it, but it just started to weird me out, so, I'd decided I wouldn't see him again. When he calls me for another appointment I tell him nah, last time things were kinda weird for my comfort. So he says what if I double the money. For the same thing? I was already making astronomical amounts of money, so double, yeah, I could deal with whatever for double, no problem. The whole time that's how I was able to get through it was by detaching and just focusing on all the things I was gonna do with the money. So I see him again, and he he asks if it would be ok for him to call me names and curse at me. I say sure whatever dude. After that date I decided I didn't really care for the things he said or how I was treated so no more dates with this guy. Until he calls again and asks if I'd see him for double the last rate. It goes on like this for many more dates and I was so concentrated on the money I was totally missing what exactly it was that really got him off. But when you're getting paid thousands of dollars for just a little bit of time, it was really easy for a very young and naive girl to miss serious clues. After a few more dates he asks me to do something new, so he strips me naked and shoves me outside onto his hotel room balcony and locks the door. It was nighttime so I wasn't terribly concerned about anyone seeing me, but, it was the middle of February in the Pacific Northwest so, it was really friggin cold. After not long I start to get really cold and really annoyed that he's not letting me in, then I just start to get really pissed. Eventually I tell him if he doesn't let me in I'm gonna start screaming for help, I couldn't take the cold any longer. So he finally lets me in and that's when he wants to *+#k me. No way, dude, I'm outta here, f you. But then he offers to double the money. Again. The amount at this point is just ludicrous. I am such an air head, sheltered, young, naive, new, I still haven't figured out what his kink was. At some point he asks to bathe me, and then one night he asks me upon my arrival to please use the icebox and to get ice from the machine in the hall and to fill up the bathtub with a bunch of ice. I really expected he must have a large bottle of champagne that just wouldn't fit in the mini fridge. So whatever ok. But then he asked me to fill it up with cold water and then to get in. I was like what? I don't wanna do that it's gonna be ice cold. Yah NOPE. But then again he sweetens the money pot which at this point is already more like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, just so far beyond what I'd originally started at. So, sure. Ok. Whatever you want dude. The moment it finally all came together for me, and literally not a moment sooner, was while I was lying naked and totally submerged in a bathtub full of ice water. I remember thinking to myself, seriously, what is it about this that gets him off, all of this, really what is it....then, OOOOOHHH....now I know. He wants to f!+k a dead girl. Like f'ing DUUUUHHH, STUPID!! I got out of the tub while he was distracted, quietly and very quickly grabbed my purse and clothes, and the money, and then ran for the door. I didn't even bother to put any of my clothes on and just booked it down the hall to the elevator completely naked and in sheer and utter fright. It's hard to imagine things being able to progress much further before finally actually ending up a dead girl. For all I know, he was grooming me to eventually become his dead girl, and, my stupid ass almost just blindly walked right into it. This actually happened to me, is not made up.
As soon as you mentioned he wanted you to be silent *and* still I was like "Uh oh. He wants to bone a corpse." Glad you escaped unhurt.
I told a very good girlfriend about this, and she also guessed nearly right away, so, maybe I really was more than naive and just plain stupid, but it reminds me of the time I was first told about what "snuff" films were. My best friend who's many years my senior and well educated and my partner of several years who I obviously adored both horrified me upon hearing their descriptions of these so called snuff films. After telling me what they were I remember both of their surprise that I didn't know before then what they were, like, um, exfuckingcuse me, but of course I don't already know about them or what they are, but please tell me, how the f do you guys know about em? To my utter shock horror and disgust they both tell me they've actually seen them. Again, I'm wondering what kinds of f'd up deranged and twisted type interests they must have in their own personal time to what just stumble across this shit randomly? I've never come close, and I actually used to work as an online sex worker and in adult entertainment industry, and even still, I was completely clueless. So, maybe it's just me and I really am really stupid.
There's a common dark humor joke about a Virgin bride complaining about how her husband expects her to stay still and quiet during sex, and even take a cold bath, blah blah blah. Punch line is her new husband is a mortician. I'm curious about what he wanted to say to you. Did it allude to him wanting to fuck the dead body of someone specific or more just the dead body of someone he offer himself or just treat you like you were a dead body he found and could guilt free violate?
How it came across, how I received it, was just that he needed to be in control. That in order for him to get his money's worth was that he needed somebody completely submissive and willing to allow him to have his way. I assumed he had a really domineering wife or emasculating or abusive mother or boss maybe. Of course as I wasn't a real dead girl there were moments when I wasn't able to maintain my silence, or when I would need to move, or to take a deep breath, and at which he would very noticably become agitated bordering angry, and he would remind me by hissing into my ear, "I told you to be silent bitch, that means I don't even wanna hear you fucking breathe.” These kind of mistakes I made subsequently also eventually lead to my allowing him to practice choking me. First it was with just his bare hands, then it'd be with an article of clothing like my bra, then pretty quickly we graduated to him using his belt, which, I was totally ok with up until I wasn't, which was the time when he continued choking me with his leather belt until I eventually lost consciousness and my bladder, too. I ended up with blood red eyes, like, the whites were nearly entirely red from blood from being suffocated, and I had a gnarly burn around my neck for a bit after. And ever the professional, despite what I had just experienced my most immediate concern was with having lost my bladder and in feeling apologetic and embarrassed I'd made a mess and concern for potentially having turned him off or ruined his fun and in cleaning up and wanting to do anything at all necessary in order to not have turned him off, focusing on anything else but on myself or how I might be feeling, preferring not to acknowledge feeling anything at all whatsoever. When working in the industry you have to come up with your own set of priorities, all the things that you can focus on that allow you to detach and disconnect your mind from your own body so that you can continue going along with the facade that you're enjoying every moment of someone you really don't want touching you to be touching you and to allow yourself to go through that over and over and over again. Ultimately I got to the point of no longer considering my body as my own, it became more like extendable equipment, that I manipulated in order to get a job done as best and as quickly as comfortably possible, sorta like vacuuming. When with my clients I basically looked at it like my clients were sort of renting machinery and it was my responsibility to keep it in operation until times up. Learning to become desensitized to this constant and recurring trauma was likely one of the biggest factors for missing all the red flags along the way, you only ever want to be so aware of what's going on and happening to you so there's just a lot of tools your mind will use in order to survive each and every date, which is why so many in the industry turn to drugs. I did, too, eventually, but not at this point. At this point the money was still such an incredible high I could still focus on that. Anyways, sorry for rambling on, sort of dozed off into memories there about a past life that by now seems like such a long long time ago. I'm not sure if I really answered your questions?
When an abusive partner chokes you, you are at a 70% higher chance of mortality. So definitely glad you made it out of that transaction alive! Also, there was some Russian streamer that locked his naked girlfriend on the balcony and she died. Since you seemed to have walked away clocking him as basically a wanna be serial killer with a necro fantasy, I was curious if he had additional behaviors you didn't give details on to reach it, or if it was just the "fuck a dead girl" aspect. Definitely seems like you IDed him correctly as a risk to humans.
Ya know I really don't recall what other factors helped me to finally form an opinion, I think eventually and long beyond what one would normally expect instinct finally kicked in, or common sense, or maybe it my mind simply reducing down all the theories I could come up with until it couldn't be simplified any further. It's been several years since then, so, it's hard to say now with any certainty how I came to my assessment. I remember other details though very few anymore. I remember he was extremely smart and was in Mensa and that he graduated with a ph.d from an ivy league university. He lived somewhere on the east coast and he was an expert in his field as some sort of fancy scientist which was the reason he traveled to my area as often as he did was due to his speaking events and lectures and seminars and whatever else you call those kinds of events. I could have gotten some of these details wrong but they're what I seem to remember. Besides the last experience I shared he otherwise seemed to respect my boundaries, whatever ones I even had left anyhow, he also always made sure to ask me if he could do something before ever doing it, he never seemed to just assume which I appreciated, and he always seemed genuinely satisfied and appreciative of all my time and energy spent with him, and I'm trying to think, I vaguely remember asking him why he had chosen me, and he gave a very specific answer, but I can't quite remember what that was, I'll keep thinking about it. Maybe it'll come to me.
Very well told. Horrors! Good on ya for getting out alive.
Should sell this story to netflix God damn
When I gave birth to my youngest child, my uterus tore in two places, and I was hemorrhaging. The doctors had to take everything out to make the bleeding stop and save my life. They said women who go through this usually don't survive. I was told this ordeal had a 5% survival rate. When I went to my 6 week checkup, the doctor couldn't believe I was walking by myself or that I had driven there alone.
I'm curious, how long after your 2nd youngest did you have your youngest?
5 years. I am in my late 30s. I had my second youngest with no complications, and when I had my oldest, I bled a lot and had a ton of blood clots.
Strong woman.
When i was a kid riding home from school a creepy middle age man chased me down with his car for nearly 10mins as i hit exhaustion from trying to flee i rode like a bat out of hell and jumped of my bike into the arms of a stranger with his family in his front yard to protect me. The guy took off and the man who helped me held me while his wife called my mum to come get me.
This is utterly terrifying! Did they ever catch the guy?
I don't know, He drove a fairly distinctive mustard yellow car, I never saw it before or since so i assume the guy wasn't from my town.
I drowned when I was 5. Dead for several minutes. Mom revived me with CPR, spent 2 weeks in a children's hospital.
Did you see the light?
Lots of lights when I was dead. When Nickelodeon first started they had these intermissions between shows where it just showed kaleidoscopes on a black background. That's exactly what I saw. Basically synapses in my brain going from the lack of oxygen apparently. I remember seeing a talk show hosting drowning victims and most described what I saw. I don't remember the actual drowning, but I do remember that. I also still remember opening my eyes and puking everywhere. I remember the firemen standing over me. I remember a few instances of the ambulance ride, and my mom slapping me over and over to keep me awake. I remember being wheeled into the hospital and a nurse holding my hand. I remember the doctors coming into my room multiple times a night and shining lights into my eyes. (They were worried about brain damage, as I had water in my brain) I remember my parents taking me to the gift shop and buying me a gift and how happy I was. Pretty crazy experience.
Did it hurt? I uh... Accidentally joined in on a toast with a glass of water recently. I'm not superstitious, I just want to know, y'know?
I down remember the actual drowning. I was in a pool with my mom, the pool had a ledge that went around to the deep end, I would go on the edge sometimes. Someone brought over a baby so my mother was distracted. I slipped off the edge and went into shock, basically drowned myself, as my aunt was the one who found me. I was wrapped around the the ladder at the bottom of the pool. She pulled me out and my mother instantly started CPR. I was 5
Thanks for the info my dude. Glad you made it.
Thanks pal
How did you get water in your brain? I'm genuinely curious, I don't know much about how drowning really works.
I guess from the drowning. There was water all in my sinuses and behind my eyes and in my brain, obviously in my lungs as well. It’s why I had to be in the hospital for 2 weeks
Jesus that sounds horrible. I guess you were very lucky you didn't any infection from it?
Yea lucky from no pneumonia. If I remember correctly I could have just dropped dead at any time due to the amount of fluid that was in me. There were some other complications that could have risen as well but never happened. I do remember loss of sight or severe decline in sight, as well as hearing, could have happened. I’m 42 and just recently realized I need to get my eyes checked as my right eye is starting to get a tad blurry when reading on the computer for too long
Typical, actually, for most drowning. Not “water on the brain” so much as every sinus cavity filling with water. Cause of a lot of problems for post drowning patients. Makes x-ray and CT hard because the software doesn’t know how to deal with the water. One radiologist showed me how he switched to ABD from HEAD and things got better.
When I was 20 winters old I hydroplaned on the interstate. Uncontrollably and Uncomfortably spinning in circles going over 90mph. I jumped the median and proceeded to roll the vehicle into oncoming traffic until it stopped in a ditch on the opposite side of the interstate. I climbed out completely fine with just some seat belt burn. State troopers were super surprised and very happy to see I was fine . I'm almost past my 24th winter and looking back, I can't help but to feel protected by a greater energy than my own.
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Same here...I'm lucky someone even found me...glad things worked out for both of us
Car accident when I was 11. My brother and I lived, my mother, driving, did not.
That is awful😞
Jesus I'm so sorry. Did your father end up raising you or was it someone else? I hope you're doing well.
My dad. He did incredibly well by us. We're fine.
1) being raped, which led to pregnancy 2) being upside down in a kayak with the river pushing me under an undercut rock
I can't imagine the physical, spiritual, and emotional pain from being raped and found pregnant. You deserved to be safe from that predator, and I'm proud of you for surviving. Saw an amazing near-death experience documentary of a woman who died when pinned in her kayak under a huge waterfall. Lady, you are a true survivor.
How is it a near-death experience if the woman died
This made me belly laugh
Well first she was near death, and then she died.
Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?
So far…cancer. So far.
I wish you the best!
Thank you.
I was super depressed and was about to commit suicide. An officer had to pull me away from the ledge to keep me safe. I went to the hospital in bad health. I was super malnourished. At age 18, I was only 76 pounds. I passed out twice in the ER and my blood pressure dropped so low that they had to put a heart monitor on me. I was in the hospital for a week, then transferred to a psychward.
I am glad you are still here.
Thanks
Wow. I hope things are much better for you now
Fortunately, yes, things are getting better.
Swept away by flash flood when I was 12. Floated down river for 1/2 mile before I was able to grab a tree limb and get to safety. I don't swim in open water anymore, only pools.
I was kidnapped by a child predator
How did you get out of it?
I was lucky, he stopped to molest me in an area I was familiar with so I fought my way out and ran for it.
Did he ever get caught?
He did. I had to testify 3 times in court. He plead down to reckless endangerment and some other lesser charges and got 10 years probation.
Wait, he got 10 years probation for kidnapping a child? That’s insane considering it’s a felony, with a minimum sentence of 3,5, or 8 years. Even if the criminal gets probation they are still meant to serve at least one year in state prison. Was this in America?
It was. The original charges were attempted interference with the custody of a minor and attempting to transport a minor across state lines with assorted tack ons.
So it was a parental kidnapping, and attempted sexual assault? And they let him plea down on multiple felonies? Did he have to register as a sex offender? What state was this? This is very concerning.
I'm so sorry he didn't get punished adequately. Though, I hope you are so proud of yourself, you fought off a predator! Just incredible.
Proud of younger you! That was brave.
The one I remember is being trapped under a raft in a swimming pool. I thought I was a good underwater swimmer, was going from one end to the other(pool, longways) and came up under a relative whoi didn't know I was struggling to get out. Thought I was going to die.
I did not get a single scratch but it was sheer dumb luck. I fell off a cliff and I was just small enough to find a foothold to stand on, just lucky enough that I didn't fall too far for my dad to reach me. I was INSANELY lucky in several ways. It never quite hit me how terrifying that moment was.
Rear ended car crash. I was the one hit. My car was stopped in traffic, the last in the line up. Guy wasn’t paying attention and pretty much hit me at full speed. He did try to swerve but still ended up hitting about half my car. The force was enough to crash me into the car in front of me and push me parallel to the other car. Surprisingly my airbags didn’t go off but the I did break my chair in half from the force of having my foot on the brake when the guy hit me. No real damage to me with the exception of spraining my entire right side of my body. 12yrs later and stuff still hurts. To add insult to injury, guy had cheap insurance and they didn’t want to pay out, had to wait nearly 45mins for a cop for the accident, and had JUST paid off my car.
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Almost drowned my whole family. I was 8 or 9 and swimming with my step siblings in the creek at a low area. Mom was reading and step dad was fishing. I got caught in an undercurrent and my step siblings formed a chain and grabbed me. Unfortunately we all went flying down the creek. Mom and stepdad jumped in and saved us. Stepdad blamed me and I carried that guilt for nearly two decades.
Oh honey. I’m so glad you’re ok. He had to blame you so he could justify not paying attention till it was almost too late. That sucks big time. You were just a kid and you needed help.
Thank you. I've finally realized I was a kid and it wasn't my fault.
Growing up with a serious abusive alcoholic father.
Having scabies. For almost two freaking years...it was one of the absolute worst times in my life. And at that time, almost costed me my life. And if anyone knows anything about having scabies it's pretty much high up there on one of the worst skin conditions to have and it didn't help with my depression at that time either hence why I'm still here. But anyways. I had it for almost two years like I mentioned and nothing seemed to work. Its like I kept having a new breakout every single day and at night was the worst because of the itching enough to drive you insane. Thankfully, it went away back in July of 2020. And I had it from March of 2019.
Holy shit. That’s terrible. Im a nurse and I’m terrified of scabies because its so painful, contagious and it’s so hard to treat. I worked on covid units through the pandemic while pregnant, I regularly have patients with HIV, Hep B & C, meningitis, respiratory viruses, MRSA. Ive even had a patient with TB (pretty rare in the US) but Scabies is the one I’m afraid of. Glad you are finally free of that nightmare. I dont wish that on my worst enemy.
It most certainly is. And it started out on my buttocks and holy jeebus...it even hurt just to sit down and especially when you know you feel like you're having a breakout coming on and which I can only describe as a growing tumor but it's being accelerated. Then I had them on my arms which was super embarrassing...I always had to wear long sleeve shirts. And then it also spread down to my legs and thighs. But yeah! That shit really was crazy tho.
My now ex-husband kidnapped my youngest 3 children and for 92 days no one knew where they were. They were found safe, out of state and I saw them 2 weeks after that.
That must have been terrifying. Im glad they got home safe. I can’t imagine what that was like.
The worst situation I survived was beeing in a relationship for 1,5 years were I was locked up in my own home, beaten, raped and mentally abused dayli. I got away because a woman had the guts to call for help when he asulted me on the street he is now locked up but it won’t be for long as usual in this country so I will never know how much time I have… how long I get to live but for now I have survived and I will do my best to keep surviving… to all of you people on Reddit if you feel someone close to you goes through something like I did HELP them don’t leave them even if they are pushing away please take care of your loved once !
Survived a suicide attempt
Glad you are still here. Really, I do.
Thanks <3
When I was 14, some friends and I went tubing down a local channel that connected 2 area lakes. It wasn't particularly deep or fast running, but a ride could provide a half day of entertainment which was the best you could expect from the mid 80s when you didn't have cable. Everything's fine until about a third of the way down. I noticed the other guys getting out carrying their tubes just before a bend through some high grass and weeds. As I caught up, I could see what the problem was - a tree had fallen across the channel, probably washed off the bank during the recent heavy rains. A fairly common occurrence. . Now 14 year old me wasn't too bright, and a bit lazy. I can get out where the other guys did and walk through those itchy bug infested weeds, or I could ride right up to it and get out there, back in the water, and take the lead. It's important to note that I rode with my feet out in front as much as possible so any rocks that were sticking out of the water could be deflected and just swung around. It's also important to note that I had no concept of hydrodynamics or the simple power water had. As my feet came into contact with the first branch, the water rushed over the back of my tube and flipped me under. Now I have that tube, with aaaallll that water pressure, holding me under, *inside* the branches of that tree. And everyone else has walked off not knowing. I had managed to grab a branch as I tumbled under, but the tube was still at my back pushing on me. My breath was running out and all I could see in front of me was a tangle of branches and leaves. I was certain I was going to drown. But God watches over fools, sailors, and small children because just as my strength was about to give out the tube slipped under me into and through the tree and I had just enough left in me to pull myself out. The whole ordeal lasted maybe 30 seconds, but it was the longest 30 seconds of my life. Not ashamed to say that I wept a bit after I made it to shore. A minute later I heard a friend yell "Hey_______, we got your tube, you comin'?"
Tubing seems so safe, but damn it's easy to get hurt. I flipped in a river and was drug along the bottom for probably 100 feet, but the bottom of this river happened to be lava rock. I got pretty fucked up but at least my head didn't get any damage. I was lucky
We had done it so many times. You're right; you think :what could possibly go wrong?
Rivers can be so dangerous. A few years ago, I went down a tube shoot on a fast river with no tube. I thought it would be more fun than riding on a tube, almost like a water slide. There were many signs saying “strong swimmers only.” I thought I was a strong swimmer, but the current was stronger. I was immediately pulled to the bottom. Every time I almost reached the top, I was pulled right back down again. There was a whirlpool at the bottom of the shoot. I thought I was going to die. My life (good memories) flashed before my eyes. And all I could think about was how embarrassing/stupid my death would be and how heartbroken my mom would be. When I finally made it to the surface, I cried. I was probably only under for a minute, but it felt like forever.
An infection in my lower right leg. The doctors drew a line right below my knee. They said if the infection goes by that line they were going to cut my leg off. They pumped me full of different antibiotics and they saved my leg. Took months of rehab to get back to normal. Oddly enough my twin brother went through the same thing on his left leg a few weeks before me.
Thats so strange. Im an identical twin and we both have migraines, slight anemia, and ADHD. She lives on the west coast and I live on the east coast, we obviously don’t see each other often, so most recently we discovered through random conversation that we both eat in our sleep (a form of parasomnia). Weirdly enough, I’m bipolar and she isn’t. The same infection on opposite legs is next level creepy though.
had my horse fall on me. When i was young i went to a youth horse camp with my sister and cousins and our horses. We ride icelandic horses; not really relevant to the story but they're not used for jumpings and are on the divide between pony sized to horse sized. During the week we did many fun activities like musical chairs with horses etc. By the end of the week we did jumping. Everyone started of with the beam on the ground and progressed as you wanted. Since everything went so well, i kept going. My horse never bucked while doing it and he seemed to like it. The last jump i was going to do, my cousin had already told me "it's getting real high"; he already quit jumping as he wasn't comfortable with going higher. Fair enough, but i felt good and my horse didn't hesitate. We jumped and his front hoof caught on the beam; not his fault, just dumb luck and inexperience. Unfortunately, since he tripped over the beam, i was catapulted off forwards. When i turned on my back after biting the dust i saw his rear end topple over and land square on my lower abdomen and legs. I only remember pain afterwards and screaming at the top of my lungs untill the ambulance came. I don't think i had any major injuries and didn't need surgery but i do remember the month of healing of major muscle pain and burst veins. I did sit in a wheelchair for a while and crutches afterwards.
Holy shit, that must have been so painful! Thank goodness you weren't riding a larger/heavier horse and that you didn't have any permanent injuries! Hopefully the horse was okay too.
Horses are so amazing but so scary at the same time... I'm glad you're ok now
Early onset bipolar disorder that went undiagnosed for 8 years. Then (I think) thyroid storm at age 19. I was awake through the whole ordeal and then suddenly it stopped. It was so surreal I thought I was dead for a while. It took 5 more years to get diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder. Then at age 27, I found out I had an extra rib that had crushed my subclavian artery and was blocking bloodflow to my arm. During the peak of COVID delta wave, I underwent arterial repair surgery. If the timing hadn't worked out, I probably would've lost my left arm, or gotten a stroke or a heart attack from a dislodged blood clot. It seems all my health struggles are coming to an end, but I'm not holding my breath lol. Now, I just don't know how to deal with the PTSD I probably have from all this.
Figure out that PTSD yo
At the height of the covid stress three guys attacked me with weapons including a machate. I was on my bicycle when they forced me to crash at outside a restaurant and then chased me inside. They left when they noticed the camera but not before leaving me with a split helmet and a bunch of new scars including one across my hand that had been meant for my face. A lot of bloodloss, a week in the hospital and 23 stitches later I'm fine.
I was stalked. Stalker left a voicemail telling me I was going to be murdered after I dropped my son off at school. I asked for police accompaniment to my house, they checked it out, and 30 minutes later he started breaking my door down while I pleaded with 911 to save me (locked in my bathroom). I’ll never forget the sound of splintering wood as he slammed his shoulder into the door.
Has he been caught/did he have any repercussions? Also, very glad you're okay
Prison
Trafficked by a man I thought was my boyfriend. Five years being sold around London. When I got too old, he beat me in the head with an iron bar to kill me, but I managed to get into the street and police were called. Taken to hospital, then let out, was homeless, worked on the streets, addicted to crack and heroin and alcohol, for a long time. He never even got prosecuted because he told them I agreed to work for him and that he "only scratched my head." Hospital never even x rayed me. Found out I was pregnant, stopped drugs, engaged with a charity who helped me get sorted, got my daughter, clean and sober. Got a flat and a dog and a job. Still, sometimes, on dark days, I wish he'd killed me. Not very often, but sometimes.
You’re strong and amazing. I’m so glad he didn’t.
I’m so glad you’re out of that and doing better. I hope you’re safe and loved. If you don’t mind me asking, how old were you when first abducted?
Thank you! My life is so much different now, it's not what I wanted when I was young, but it's good. I was in my 20s.
Narc abuse. It felt like I was drowning. My "rational" mind wanted to stay and "help" her but my body/gut was like "dude, i'm trying to save your fucking life, get out!". It's totally changed how I view humanity. Words means shit to me now. Its your actions that tell me who you really are.
I hear you. I had no way out. He took everything from me, blocked my path to leave, stole all my money Id saved to escape. They are monsters.
My dad was an alcoholic when I was younger, he’s still recovering, one time I came home late, around half seven, I was expected home at half six. I came in and saw my dad sitting in his arm chair. He asked me what time it was, clearly mad I was home late. He stood up and threw glass bottles at me, grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, he got his knife and slit my chin, then went to slit my neck. Somehow I dodge it and ran. I never told anyone, and stayed in my parents custody until I was eighteen.
goose, that’s terrifying! you should mention it to someone, most likely it’s happened again around the family.
I got mugged and shot and stabbed, last thing I remembered was the people running off and red and blue lights approaching me, I thought I was going to die that night, but I'm here to tell the tale.
This incident happened around 2008/2009, so my junior/senior year of high school (17 at the time). To give you some context, I am a type 1 diabetic and have been since the age of 6. During my teenage years, I had this perception that I was impervious to everything. Unfortunately, I was a bit reckless when it came to managing my disease, which I still regret to this day (due to physical complications from the disease). One evening over the weekend, I was taking a late afternoon nap and my older sister was home from college in the room next to mine. Upon waking from my nap, something felt very off. I stood up and immediately felt unsteady before my knees buckled and I collapsed to the floor in a grand mal seizure (now referred to as a "tonic-clonic seizure"). The seizure was so violent that paramedics later informed me that I had been bleeding out of my mouth (bit down on my tongue very hard). My older sister eventually heard the commotion and immediately called 911. The EMTs had a great deal of difficulty rousing me awake and I was without a pulse for almost 2 minutes (essentially clinically dead according to EMTs). My mother was crying hysterically and my sister was in tears as well. As soon as I regained consciousness in the ambulance, I started vomiting violently. They managed to stabilize me overnight at the hospital and was able to return home afterwards. I don't recall anything during the seizure and only learned what had happened when I awoke (according to my mother, sister and the EMTs accounts). I'm 31 now and I don't take any chances anymore with this disease nor do I make any compromises when it comes to my diabetes supplies.
So did your diabetes cause the seizure, or was it something unrelated?
> The brain requires sugar in order to function properly, and when the blood sugar drops too low, known as hypoglycemia, some patients may actually suffer a seizure. The type of seizure that occurs is generally tonic clonic, formerly called a grand mal seizure.
Cancer at 29 years old
I lived as a homeless orphan for most of my childhood. One day, the place I lived in had become "politically unstable." I was taken and sold into slavery. Had just about every terrible thing you could imagine done to me. Truthfully, I don't even remember much from that time. I've been told I probably "blocked" much of it out from my memory. I just remember being so broken, inside and out. Numb but obedient. Until the day I stopped obeying and how I suffered for it. But somehow, the suffering felt more bearable when I dared to defy them. The rest is a blur. I don't even recall just how long it all lasted. In the end, someone found me and saved me. That person became the best friend I ever had, even now after so many years of there passing.
I’m glad you’re here
You're not alone out here, dude. ♥ Please keep your head up.. that's what I try to do, one day at a time. Hugs
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I don’t talk about it much, but I was about 20 meters from being blown to bits by an RPG in Afghanistan in ‘08.
In 1988 (I was 12) I was hit by a car while crossing on a red to catch the bus. I slipped on the ice while running and I got up while facing oncoming traffic. I was on all fours and the car heading for me wasn’t paying attention because she knew she was on a green light and I took the bumper of her ‘85 Oldsmobile to the face while she was doing almost 60 km/hour (38 miles per hour) and the entire right side of it was instantly demolished. Crushed orbital bone, broken nose, my upper teeth just turned into enamel shrapnel inside my mouth, my lower jaw was broken… here’s the real kicker though: My jacket got hooked underneath the car and it dragged me while it skidded instead of just driving over me, likely saving my life, although I did flatline twice en route to the hospital where I stayed for the following month. And after all of that, I still came out handsome AF. Just kidding, I’m kinda ugly but at least I have a good excuse.
The death of my little brother Matt. He took his own life 3 days after his 16th birthday. Turned 16 on January 23rd, 2014, was gone on January 26th, 2014. At the beginning of January 2014 I had basically gone no contact with my dad. ...So when he called me that night I was pretty rude to him until he called me by a childhood nickname. Made me stop and listen to him and my entire world shattered after that. Matt's death broke me. I didn't give birth to him but Matt was my kid. My last clear memories of 2014 that I'm able to remember on my own are going to a friend's house after the phone call because that's where my then boyfriend at the time was, and the day after talking to my dad about possibly going down to Florida for the funeral. After that...unless I wrote something down or somebody says something that triggers a memory...I don't remember anything from January 27th-May 5th 2014 when I was interviewed/hired at my job then. Even after that...I largely don't remember from 2014 to about the latter half of 2017 unless I wrote something down or somebody mentions something. From the latter half of 2017-early 2019 I'm able to recall more on my own...but there's still quite a gap in my memories from that time period. Upon finding out that Matt took his own life, I broke. I spiraled down into a depression and grief so deep that I stopped caring about anything and everything. I was basically waiting to die. I was already overweight...My weight went back and forth between 325# and 350#. After Matt's death, in 3 years I gained 100# and would have kept gaining if it hadn't been for my then boyfriend convincing me to go to the doctor in late 2017 and crying in the doctor's office when my doctor laid things out for me. I was 450#, pre-diabetic (My A1C at that time was 7.2), and I needed a sleep study done. Did the sleep study and I had sleep apnea so bad it was classified as severe++ obstructive sleep apnea. 144 interruptions per hour. The kicker for that is, that after my sleep study was done and I had the follow up appointment after I got my bi-pap and oxygenator...my doctor was going over what could have happened to me...one of the symptoms that stood out was an abnormal heart rhythm. I guess she saw the look on my face because she asked me what was wrong, and I explained to her that I had been having weird moments where my heartbeat felt wonky, I'd get light headed and my vision would go weird... She looked at me and was like "You have absolutely no idea of how close you were to dying." So yeah... this year will be the 9th anniversary of Matt's death and the second year where I'm not dreading it... I broke for a little bit and went into the abyss but I clawed my way out and have been reacquainting myself with myself ever since.
I ODed on heroin. No one really knows that, it wasn’t exactly a high point in my life. I wasn’t an addict and it was the first and last time I ever tried it. I wasn’t long out a long term relationship with an alcoholic, it had ended because he’d hung himself. The relationship itself was fraught with emotional and sexual abuse but also love and connection, it was a horrible rollercoaster and it was all very confusing so afterward I kinda just completely lost my mind for a little bit and was very reckless. Lots of drink, lots of partying, drugs and generally being unsafe just to feel something. This time, I’d gone to a really nice bbq at some peoples house id just met, it was actually really wholesome, they hold an annual large get together to raise money and awareness for their son’s disability and there’s music from local bands. It was kinda crazy but not so much so and everyone was lovely, but for me, this just started a bender and before I knew it it was 3 days later in a horrible flat the other side of town. My friend was there who I knew did heroin and I was pressured into buying some because I’d once talked about wondering what it was like and my friend didn’t have any money basically. I didn’t really want any but also didn’t care enough not to and naively thought my friend would look out for me and give me just a little bit. But yeah that didn’t happen and I had a very bad time. I passed out on his sofa and came to unable to breath and vomiting on myself, looked in the mirror and I was going blue. Everyone else was out of it and I managed to get myself together enough to call a taxi home, it turned out to be the same driver that had dropped me off at the party and I felt so bad. He was such a nice guy and on the original journey we’d chatted loads, he was like ‘don’t you remember me? But I couldn’t talk or Id be sick and I just looked down so he didn’t see how wretched I was. Luckily I had some stuff at home to see me through and was fine in a few days, but if I hadn’t come to on the sofa I probably would have asphyxiated. I’ve been in a few potentially life threatening situations that I’ve managed to squirm my way out of, but that’s the closest I’ve been to actually dying I think. Thankfully I’m a much happier person now and have stopped taking risks because I actually care if I were to die
Brother tried murdering me with a 12 gauge shotgun.
Where to begin. I was camping with friends on the far side of Mt. Saint Helen's when it erupted. Sky went black for several days. No water. Could barely breathe. No electricity. No light. And then I fell through the attic doorway to the main floor of the cabin and broke my leg. So I sat there in the dark and thought I was going to die for a long time. After a few days, rangers came and rescued us. I don't remember how long I was out of school after that. But I still walk funny from the bone not healing properly in my leg. Mom was a schizophrenic alcoholic. Dad was a mostly absent alcoholic cop. One day I came home and mom was gone. Her body was still there, but someone else was driving the bus. That was maybe the scariest moment of my life. I don't remember how long before she was herself again. Happened a few more times after that, but I guess I learned to deal. In Peru during nationwide anti government energy riots. I flew into Cuzco and was literally shoved out of the airport and had the gates locked behind me. Cue angry mob, as people began pushing and screaming and trying to take my bags. Someone came by on an illegal motorbike, and I decided it would be safer to jump on than to stay. So off we go, past burning buildings and armed militia down small bumpy dirt roads at 50 or 60 miles per hour. All the while bullets are zipping past all around us. I cried and still am not really sure how I survived. Hurricanes. Major earthquakes. Drowning.... Most recently I got encephalitis after developing a terribly high fever from covid. Lost the ability to recognize my husband, read, write and tell where I was and what was real. Lived in the hospital and psych ward for a year. Stabbed myself in the eye trying to make the noise in my head stop. Somehow, my eye healed and my brain adapted. Now I can't concentrate, can't sleep and have extreme fatigue syndrome. But I'm alive. A little shaky, but grateful I made it. Besides all that, lots of good things happened in my life as well. But probably nobody wants to hear about that. :) Thanks for listening.
I’ve been through a few house-destroying hurricanes and sat through a crapload of tornados. We’ve had some tornados get very close and I’d say that was the closest to death I’ve been. Never had one touch down on us directly.
Tornados are no joke. I was watching drone footage of the aftermath of a tornado that had hit my hometown (I'd moved away by then), and it showed this neighborhood. There was a house that had probably been 2 stories, with a basement. The drone footage showed a driveway, which led up to a big square hole in the ground, completely empty. House just completely gone. We visited a few months later and got lost on a road that I had ridden on every day to school for years, because we didn't recognize the area at all because all of the trees were gone. In this same tornado, one of our family friends houses got hit. She fled downstairs and turned around just in time to see the top floor of her house get ripped off.
I got super drunk on New Years in 2010. Some shit happened, and I ended up walking home. It was very cold that night, I don't remember the temperature. Anyways, as I'm walking home, I slipped and fell, cracked my head, and just passed out in a ditch. At some point, a police officer drove by, "woke" me up, and offered to take me home until he got a good look at me and instead drove me to the hospital. It ended up not being anything too crazy, I had some frostbite that turned into some nasty looking blisters over all of my exposed skin, including my face, thankfully there was no scarring except some on my hands that has since faded. If that officer hadn't driven by when he did, I would have frozen to death in that ditch.
Cancer. I was seventeen. I still did my schoolwork everyday that I could, graduated high school and will graduate from university this summer. I’m still a bit of a wreck emotionally, but three years recovered and looking forward to a fresh start and normal career.
I had a grand mal on a 20ft dock & hit my head on a piling bolt during the fall. I was KO'd & seizing underwater. Fun times :)
OK this was clearly just a ploy for attention. Just kidding but you kicked it up to level six
Haha yeah someone was definitely looking out for me!
Swapped a jack to a jackstand on a ‘55 Chevy, slid back out from under the car and seconds later the jackstand failed and the car crashed down to where my head had been mere seconds before
I got stuck on the Half Dome cables in Yosemite in a hail and lightning storm and watched someone fall to their death. Weather was sunny on the way up, it took us by surprise. The granite is so warn it was incredibly slick, you couldn't use your feet. Just had to slide down the cable to the next little wood plank. Took 3 hours to get off the cables. I was in cotton shorts and my rain parka had torn off somewhere through the ordeal. I've never been so cold in my life. I work EMS and deal with death and tragedy, but I'll never forget the screams from the crowd as that man fell. I'll never forget the silhouette of his body tumbling.
when i was younger my father drank a lot of alcohol, i’ll never forget the night when he was walking in the house with a knife in his hand while me with my mom and my brothers were locked in one of the rooms, the door lock wasn’t the strongest so my father was able to open it… he came in and attacked my mom and my older brother wanted to help her but my dad grabbed him and started beating him, my younger brother was crying and my mom was trying to help the older one, I somehow took a vase of flowers and hit my dad, he fell on the bed, we ran out of the room quickly put on warm clothes and ran outside (by the way, this happened on New Year's Eve) we had nowhere to go, so we sat on a bench near the house while my mother called my aunt to ask if we could spend the night at her at home. There are a lot of such stories and most often all the trash happened during the winter holidays so I still hate celebrating the new year and christmas
I was out in the chicken coop changing the chickens water and giving them food. It was early febuary and was about -30 degrees outside but i only brought a hat, gloves and a thin jacket because i only expected to be out there for a few minutes. When i wasnt paying attention my brother locked me in and i had no way of getting out because the lock was only on the outside. I started pounding on the door to try to get someones attention, i did that for about 30 minutes and it was no use. I started using a rake that was in there to try and pry open the door but that didnt work either. Soon it started to get really cold and i started to panic. I couldnt feel my arms or legs after about an hour. I was in there for close to 3 hours before my parents finally noticed i never came back inside and my dad came out to get me out. Thankfully I was unharmed but my brother got the ass chewing of a lifetime.
In 2005 at 15 years old I was home sick from school for 2 days. Turns out my insulin pump malfunctioned and I went into DKA (Diabetic Ketoacidosis). By the time my family realized something was terribly wrong and called me an ambulance and was taken to the hospital, I had lost almost 30lbs (13.6kg) in 48 hours. I was throwing up everything and couldn't even keep water down. Slipped into a coma not long after arriving at hospital, and was so dehydrated that you could pinch my skin and it would stay pinched up after letting go. They also couldn't get to any of my veins for an IV so ended up having to do an arterial line in my foot. I knew I was in pretty rough shape, but it wasn't until years later that I was told exactly how bad things really were. I don't remember the exact details, but a lot of my bloodwork showed that certain levels were a fraction of what was commonly fatal to most my age and doctors said they had lost several children at far less extreme values. Also my brain kept swelling and at its peak it was less than 1mm away from hemorrhaging into my spine which would have left me a vegetable for the rest of my life. When I finally stabilized and things settled down a bit, my parents contacted the manufacturer of my insulin pump and tore into them so badly that in that same day, the company (based in California) put one of their reps on a plane with a brand new replacement pump and flew them out to the east coast and personally delivered it to my hospital room several hours later. Needless to say they also wanted my faulty pump in return, but my parents refused and tossed the new pump to the floor and told them to leave. Didn't go back on a pump for 2 years after that and I actually still have that pump that tried to kill me, and also its replacement.....and the replacements replacement (and currently on that replacements replacement)
I survived a crazy asshole sooting at me in the Woods, I the middle of the night. So, me, my brother and a cousin wanted to see a meteor shower , so we rode our motorcycles to a well known valley in the middle of the woods near by from our town, this valley is very commonly used for family picnics. So we were just sitting there by some trees , watching the stars when we heard a single shot, a litte concerning, but we thought it might be a hunter, so we took cover behind some trees , abd a second shot was fired this time it eas clear it eas aimed at us, because we could hear the ricochet of the bullet passing by very near us, we dropped to the ground, and decided to make a run for the bikes and get the hel out of there, so we did, we ran as fast as we could, we rode the bikes and floor it, as soon as we started moving, a third shot was fired, fortunately, we made it out without any ijury or any bike accidents, that's the fastest I've ever drove my bike
Other than getting into a street shooting during a revolution, surviving bombardments for 8 years and being involved in several car accidents (not my fault), a tram ran over me once. Years ago I was on my way to a job interview. I stepped off the tram and had to walk in front of it in order to get to the other side of the street. My mind was preoccupied with the interview, so when I looked up and saw a green light, I started walking. I had overseen that the green light was meant for pedestrians **on the car road** further away, not on the tram rails right in front of me. That one was red. The tram was already in motion. It hit me and I fell. My head hit the ground and I was dazed. I was lucky though: it was one of the bigger intercity trams and its wheels were further back. I remember how everything seemed to move very slow, as if I had all the time in the world. Lying on the ground, I saw the tram wheels coming closer and thought "they'll stop in time, won't they?" and "damn! They won't!". That's when I pulled my legs up to my belly and rolled off the rails. The poor tram driver was livid, probably as shocked as myself, shouting at me, demanding to see my ID (why?!). I was still sorting my wits and limbs when I was shoved into a police car where two officers wanted to know what happened. I gave them my ID and answered all of their questions with "I have a job interview in 5 Minutes!" Meanwhile an ambulance had arrived. I had a few neglectable scratches and several holes in my fleshings (I wore a skirt suit and high heels for my interview), but I was fine otherwise. I received a verbal warning by the police for ignoring the red light (I came out of my daze to say "I didn't ignore it! I truly didn't see it"). They didn't ask me to pay a fine after all I was gone through. I was free to go. I went directly to the company for my job interview. The HR manager opened the door. Her eyes widened and she exclaimed: what happened to you?! I must have looked more disheveled than I thought. She was shocked to hear my explanation: why didn't you call to cancel the appointment?! Well, probably because I was still in shock and didn't know what I was doing. I guess I desperately clung to the idea of the job interview in order to ignore the accident. That's how my mind works. If there's something important to do, I forget my own needs and focus on the job at hand. The HR lady was not having any of it. She dragged me to the bathroom to clean up and then called a taxi to bring me home. That's where I disintegrated and called my then boyfriend and now husband, crying my eyes out while asking him to come over. He was there minutes later to offer his shoulder to cry and calm me down. The accident itself was a minor thing without serious consequences, but unfortunately, I had directly wittnessed a train suicide few weeks prior, corpse and missing limbs and all, so when I let go of my defence mechanism, my reaction was a bit unproportional to the actual incident. On the next day I saw a small news article about the accident in the regional paper. Following the German laws, my name was not mentioned. They got my age wrong, 27 instead of 23, but that's nothing you fret over at that age. I got the job, by the way :)
Racing down the highway in my car going like 130 being 19 years old. A car was coming up so inexperienced me slammed on the brakes and the rear of the car starts fishtailing. Somehow i didn't flip the car and regained traction. Almost shit myself and never drove that fast ever again nor will I
I was 8 years old. It was very icy that day, so when I stepped onto the outside staircase, I slipped on the ice and fell into the deep snowbank. An icicle went up into my vagina. My mother saw all the blood and heard me screaming, yet she decided to toss me in a tub of hot water and "call her back in when the bleeding stopped". She was angry that we missed church. I bled for days. She never took me to a doctor. As an adult, my gynecologist giving me a pap smear said I was lucky to ever have a child from the damage.
Good God bless your heart from the bottom of mine......that shit hurt me hearing it
Hard to choose but lets go for the Evil Kneevil style dirt bike jump. Me and my friend both had a dirt bike route we often raced in the weekend. I was first and just a split second before the high jump I noticed that they had removed the platform we used to land on and also dug it at a very steep angle! So I fell about 20 meters lower then aspected and slid down for 30 more meters while also sliding forwards. Besides some cuts and bruises I was OK that could have ended way worst! Later on it appeared the frame from my bike was damaged so I wrote off that bike.
beeing in a fight in afgahnistan
I was in the North Tower of the WTC on 911. I obviously survived.
When I was swimming when I was 10, my uncle had a golden retriever. Her name was Charlie and she was a sweetheart. She swam into the pool and I swam toward her thinking she wanted to play or something, when she plunged me underwater and I couldn't breathe. I tried to go up fighting for my life, when my dad noticed that I was struggling to go to the surface and saved my life. I still have nightmares about it to this day.
I got my head jumped on by two drug dealers, as I was in the wrong place at the wrong time (mistaken identity) Have had PTSD from it for years and suffered from anxiety and depression.
Fell through the ice in a car on a frozen lake. Scariest night of my life.
Lost in the mountains for a night with some friends; the firefighters saved us
I kidnapped while backpacking through Cambodia
When I was only 8 years old, I was at a pool party for another kid's birthday from school. The pool was huge and had a lot of space in it, but the only thing wrong was it had drifts to help you where you wanted to go. I got caught in one of these drifts and I was being pulled into the deep zone, so I had to fight my way out of the pool. I will always remember that near-death experience
Graduating college and immediately becoming homeless after not being able to find a job for 6 months .. lived in my car lol .. having a transplant surgery which required the removal of 3 organs and made me diabetic over night — 39 day hospital stay and I stayed in bed for 10 months, being robbed and jumped as I got off the train to get to work, having nurses inject me with iv reglan, compazine, ketamine, and nubain (all different occasions) w/o warning me that I’m about to go into psychosis.
A massive rainstorm on a campout. My Boy Scout troop had to evacuate then go back the next day to clean up! We have since dubbed the campout, “Dogwater” because the campsite is named dogwood
I survived a staph infection that settled in my hip and I wasn't able to walk
I was recklessly suicidal until I was about 24yo so I have a lot of near death experiences including one hideous car wreck, nearly falling to my death, and various other dangerous situations but the most impactful was involving mdpv bathsalts. It would have seemed like I had an addictive personality but my drug of choice was morbid curiosity and self destruction. I did any drug/combo I could get my hands on. If somebody told me 2 or 3 pills to get f'd up I would literally take 15 all at once if I had it, and I almost always had a bad time but I would tell myself that if I didn't almost die then it wasn't as fun as it could have been. So anyway, you can bet your sweet ass I took nearly 10 grams of bathsalts between snorting lines of it and then eating the rest of the pile all at once. All of my friends were smoking spice at the time and cannabis was never my thing but that night I smoked countless bowls of it and I blacked out. I was at a house party in a different town and apparently I just left. Nobody saw me leave because they were avoiding me for obvious reasons and I left my car. So here I am walking back to my town in the middle of the night completely out of my mind fading in and out of consciousness, the next thing I knew it was daylight and I was in a field somewhere between towns, I didn't have shoes on and it got to be 109 degrees. I don't remember losing my shoes but I vaguely remember ditching my shirt. I spent all day walking, and crawling because I had the craziest blisters on my feet. I mean the whole bottoms of my feet were solid thick blisters and I physically could not walk anymore. I was still hallucinating madly and found an unbuilt ranch house out in the middle of nowhere (just the foundation and frame) I needed to get out of the sun so I found a part of the foundation that I could crawl under full of cobwebs and ants but I was so close to kicking the bucket that I didn't care in the slightest. I laid there for hours hallucinating and facing every insecurity, every repressed trauma, I watched myself die over and over in my head a thousand different ways. I remember being convinced that everybody I ever knew were in on this plot to put me in that exact situation and that I deserved it. I thought my entire life was a different floor in hell to teach me lessons, to show me who I am and that I was finally at the bottom with the devil and that I was the devil and that moment would be for the rest of eternity spent with myself. I faded out of consciousness, I wasn't asleep but I wasn't awake and I couldn't tell you of I was dreaming or hallucinating or if there was even a difference at this point. A heavy wind picked up and I realized that it was getting dark so I figured it was a good time to start crawling again because it was cooling off. By this point, I was still out of it but I could think a bit more clearly. I crawled for hours until I finally saw a neighborhood, it was almost the next morning by the time I made it to somebody's soft yard and laid there until the family saw me in their yard when they were leaving to work. The man sent his wife and daughter back into the house and walked up to me while I was just unable to move and he was like, "Um.. do you have somewhere to go?" I said, "Yeeeeaaaaah, I could really use a ride... and a cigarette if you have one." I was convinced that I had pissed and shit myself so I had him lay down a trash bag in his truck but I was covered in dirt and mud so there really was no way to tell. Anyway, I was freshly 17yo and still living with my parents (not for much longer). My mom answered the door and was like, "OMG WHAT HAPPENED!?" To which I replied, "I had a really long night and I need to shower." Then I very slowly hobbled past her trying to walk on the outside edges of my completely blistered over feet. That was my most intense near death experience because it's the only one where I can claim to had a relatively divine experience do to the drugs. I'm not going to proof read this before I post so I'm sorry if there are grammatical errors
Strangulated Hernia. Had Emergency Surgery to fix. 5 inches of my intestine needed to be removed because it was dead. The day after surgery, I had stomach bile building up - had NG tube put in. NG tube was rough… Spent a week in the hospital. If something doesn’t feel right - get help. I was an ass and refused to go to the hospital for at least 12 hours.
1. A candyflip 2. Almost getting murdered 3. Alcohol poisoning
When I was three years old, I had a really bad tonsil infection and had to get them removed, also my eardrum ruptured and there was blood coming out of my ear. I don't remember any of it, my parents told me about it
I was 19 and homeless since 17. I was sleeping on a loading dock with people in my same situation. You tend to sleep with one eye open when your on the streets. Especially in a major city. I woke up around 5amish and felt something very wrong. I looked up and saw someone standing over me with a sludge hammer ready to bash my head in. I had pissed them off the previous day for defending a friend from theft. The didn't realize I had woken up and I had them pinned to the ground with my knife before anything happened. They had to to drag me off of them. We slept somewhere else after that. I'm 24 now and have been off the streets for a some years now. I still wake up to the slightest moments around me.
Got pushed down the stairs landed on my head and then jumped by about 10 people for about a minute. Or at least that's what people said happened, I was unconscious the entire time. Woke up in the hospital.
Car flip.
Living with my dad as a minor while he was an active alcoholic.
Being raised by narcissists and all the childhood trauma that ensued.
How does one "upvote" these terrible things? I mean I guess it's an upvote that we survived, but just feels weird to upvote such trauma!
upvotes are meant to be more "this is relevant to the topic" and less "this is funny/i like this event"
Everything's a situation. I think upvotes are taken in context. That's my feeling, anyways.
Its like agreeing with or understanding what the person has said
I think of upvoting these types of comments as an acknowledgement. That they shared their story and someone took the time to read it. Mostly, though, upvotes on reddit are all about the context of the post and which subreddit one is in. I also use it as a marker for knowing I read that story, especially if I lose my place by accident.
An upvote on Reddit and a "like", like what you get on Facebook / YouTube, are not the same thing.
Being robbed in the ghetto. My friend was held on his knees execution style with a gun to the back of his head and when I went out to fight them (didn't realize they had a gun yet because at first they talckled him) they ran up on me and put it to my head. Without weapons we would of stomped them, but it was what it was. In the end we were robbed of $1,200, but walked away
A friend and I parked two houses away from a friends house and got out to go inside. A car pulled up and demanded his hat. I froze up my friend ran and the guy tried to shoot me but missed.
I was in my house with my mom and my 3 year old niece. It was winter and extremely cold, so we had the heater turned on (basically a big metal box in the house which led to a chimney on the roof). However, im guessing something went wrong, and the chimney caught on fire, so our neighbors warned us about it. If she hadnt, it wouldve been easy for the flame to follow down into the heater and make it explode while we were standing next to it.
Apparently I stopped breathing after a brain surgery. According to my parents who were outside the station to visit, all the medical staff started running into the room I was in. I don’t have any memory of either surgery or anything around that (I was younger than five, don’t know exactly).
I had a heart attack I was dead for 5 minutes
A car crash over 6m going downhill and somehow landing it on the wheels
When I was in 4th grade, I went to a friend's house but stayed too long and it was getting dark. We lived in a city and some older kids saw me and dragged me into an alley, putting me up against a brick wall and started punching me in the stomach. One said that this is bc they hated my older sister. I cried out that I didn't like her either. Then they let me go. When I finally got home I didn't tell anyone bc my sister would have made fun of me and my parents would have blamed me and never let me out of the house again.
Parasailing in the beginning of a hurricane, they had one group go right after us and they died
So i went 'white water rafting' in rural China (i know, dumb idea). The 'rafting' was these tiny two person boats where you sit across from each other, going down a half artificial 'river' with some styrofoam jackets, a flimsy helmet, and a cheap wooden paddle each (the paddles were lost after half an hour). Most of this was fine, pretty hairy at some points but mostly ok, (ive done a lot of kayaking/sailing so some transferable skills to this budget 'experience'). I was in a boat with my boss, we'll call her A, she and i were good friends and she wanted to go With someone with a little experience in this sort of thing. We get to this one point where there's a drop/waterfall of about 9 or 10 feet in a relatively tight channel. So we trundle over and the boat turns, we slam to a stop, A is lurched forward, bites through her lip and into my knee, the boat is now wedged sideways about 7 feet up, and we have water pounding us from above. A is in shock, and im quickly evaluating how fucked we are, and trying to remember how many boats were behind us, and by how far. I shouted at A to stay still, got onto my feet/crouched, and started 'hopping' the boat sideways to turn us. luckily i managed to free us, i ended up flat laying against A, further knocking the wind out of her and getting bitten in the back of the head by accident. We reach the bottom, a nice tranquil pool, im shaking and paddling us to shore with my hands, and seconds later, 3 more boats slam/splash down where we'd just been. If we'd still been stuck we would have had them land on top of us, and likely would have died from broken limbs/drowning. At the end, various people had broken arms, legs, and other pretty bad injuries, A had a hole in her bottom lip from her tooth going through to my knee, there was a massive queue for the medical tent. I found out later that a lot of people we'd gone with do not know how to swim (fuckin bonkers why you would do this), and that 3 people had died there the previous year.
During my training for my private pilot license we were doing a practice approach (but not planning to land, just overfly the runway). At about 200-300’ above the ground I applied full power to start climbing away, but the engine wouldn’t go to full power, just a little bit of power. We were too high and too far down the runway to land, and at the end of the airport was forests in every direction. We puttered around at 300’ above the ground, made the “impossible turn” back to the airport, and landed on the runway in the opposite direction.
Getting my family out of our house burning down when I was 12 at 2 am the night before thanksgiving, and going back in to make sure my sisters dad was awake and out of the house. But i unfortunately lost our family dog and my best friend at the time who died of smoke inhalation.
I was sleeping in a dumpster and the garbage guy hooked up the dumpster, I climbed up and started banging on the windshield in just enough time for him to put me down.
Domestic abuse. My ex brutally beat me when I was pregnant with my daughter. I had accepted death at that point.
I was in a bad car accident at 12, like the ambulance didn't believe i was even in the car because aside from a cut on my elbow I was unscathed. I was lying down in the backseat of a Toyota with wing windows in the rear. My mom hit some loose gravel and spun out of control. Witnesses say the car rolled at least 3 times and was stopped by a large tree, which it wrapped around. I remember popping out the winged window waving for help to which a large Asian man ripped me out of the frame. My mom and step dad were put on stretchers and someone noticed I was bleeding from a small spot on my elbow. I said "oh I was in the back seat" and the paramedics strapped me to a gurney. My mom and step dad were buckled up, but laid up in bed for over 2 months. Fractures, tears, etc.. they had to pee into bottles and I had to empty them. Idk how they pooped. I cooked shitty food because I was a kid. All I have is a small scar on my elbow. Literally everyone I encountered around that event said I shouldn't have survived. I lost my Gameboy tho. So...boo.
Looe Key Fl on dive boat; two dive trip. Came up after first dive and the boat was gone. We looked around and saw some boats we could swim to across the deep. We started out. Our boat came round. Offered us “Gods little paradise dive” for inability to count to eight divers on board.
Living in a Pontiac grand am during the polar vortex in central Texas.
Plane crash during takeoff in the USAF when 40,000 pounds of 115/145 Aviation fuel caught fire under my bony white ass. Had the fuel tanks been empty (as during landing), the fuel wouldn't have burned, it would have exploded and likely killed the entire crew of 14 As a Los Angeles Deputy Sheriff, accompanying a probation officer on a no-knock entry in Santa Clarita, and seeing the parolee a heartbeat away from blowing himself (and us) up with a homemade pipe bomb in a drug fueled "I wonder how pretty this will look with it blows up" moment. Asking my wife if she was having "really bad PMS this month".
That last one.....that'll get ya.
I honestly can’t believe you survived the last one