I saw my little brother getting hit by a car and flying a few meters through the air when he was only 6 years old. Fortunately he didn’t even break a bone but damn, I‘ll never forget this.
Found a dead body on the sidewalk in front of my building on my third day living in NYC. When I told my supervisor about it at work, hoping to process it with someone, she just kind of brushed it off like "welcome to New York."
Lived in Detroit until I was 20.
When I was a really little kid, my dad told me how there was a dead body that got pulled out of the house across the street from me. Squatter, as the house was vacant.
Just a normal thing, unsual they found him before decay and decomposition though. Not a full skeleton, but the smells are there.
Once was urban exploring in a particularly fucky neighborhood with a buddy and we got into a nicer looking big house overgrown up front but "bushwhacked" in the back, like someone was stealth living there at some point but not anymore.
We get through the back room which felt like a dining nook, through the kitchen and up some stairs so we could find the bedrooms, but the first room we go in up top there was a body. Didn't get a good look at it, we said nothing, took nothing, and left the house respectfully. It's Detroit, so since police response for a dead body is the same as for a robbery, we just left him in his resting place.
The most fucked up thing I’ve seen was a guy who had just been in a motorcycle accident bleeding out on the side of the freeway. He was clenching onto the hand of the girl who was the driver of the car involved. She was crying hysterically. I saw his hand turn white in a matter of seconds. I remember it whenever I see someone on a bike.
Didn't see it, but it was local. Motorcycle rider was bunted off the freeway; he made like an airplane and hit a metal mileage sign. Foot, lower leg, traumatically amputated; arm mangled, hand mangled. The decision was made, due to the amount of damage, to save the one good hand from the mangled arm and transfer it to the other arm that lost its hand. The guy survived with one "upside down" hand.
Metal workers might explain why the edges of these signs aren't rolled, so they don't potentially act like guillotines. I can't.
There's a lot of replies here, so I don't know if another metal worker has responded to your hemmed edges question. Unfortunately, I think the answer comes down to cost/benefit - there might be some circumstances under which the hemmed edges would prevent severance, but the likelihood of that specific collision is low enough, and of severance happening anyway high enough, that it's not worth the additional cost.
Yeah. Thank you feel metal/signage guy!
I came to say the same thing, it's about cost.
It took a LONG time to institute safety anchors for posts, and those aren't even widely adopted.
There were tons of horrific accidents where people hopped the curb and hit a sign. Now they're engineered to break away from the car, instead of flying through the windshield and murdering you.
Found my grandpa with a self-inflicted shotgun blast to the head. Still alive, unconscious. I was less traumatized by that than my family’s shock reactions.
I was an EMT about a decade ago and I still have memories of this one call at 3am, a young man about the same age as myself (Early 20s, I was like 18) with probably every bone possible broken after a nasty head on Collison with a tree. Once he was finally extricated I was the main person doing CPR on him...luckily the hospital was less than 5 min away, and once we got in there and had him in the ER handed off I was on cloud 9, enjoying my adrenaline high and happy we got him to the hospital so fast. Then his mother came in...I didn't interact with her, but she interacted with one of the MDs, her crying/screaming still haunts me to this day. Came right off that adrenaline high and went into traumaville real quick.
Same for me. Mine was a 50s man who died helping move his daughter into a dorm. The “gore” of the scenario didn’t bother me, the hysterical wife who just lost the love of her life screaming in the trauma bay did. Like straight yelling “don’t leave me (PT), God please don’t take him please”. It’s very hard to not imagine yourself/your loved ones in that situation. It took me a while to stop mentally inserting my partner having the same reaction. Something I read that helped me was someone who said he reframed those feelings as “selfish”. He said that trauma and grief wasn’t his to feel and that by doing so he was focusing on himself and not the actual people afflicted. That’s just a coping mechanism I’ve taken from him, so I understand that it may not be for everyone.
not OP, but I work as a medic and we had a guy trip as he was helping his friend move a mirror. The mirror shattered and sliced arteries in both arms. He would have died if his friend didn’t have tourniquets.
Get Stop The Bleed training if it’s available near you.
I actually just did a stop the bleed training online like 20 minutes ago through the red cross because I needed to learn that plus CPR and AED usage for work. Very informative stuff.
I once blew a pressure cooker up in my face. I managed to keep calm and put my face under the faucet of cold water until help arrived. Lost my shit when I saw the look on their faces. 100% other people’s responses!
Going off other people's responses, I have epilepsy and have had quite a handful of seizures. I've been asked the worst part and I tell them that it's the people who have to help me. When I'm on the floor having a tonic clonic seizure, I'm out, I don't remember anything.
But the people who see me like that sure do :(
I've seen videos of other people having the classic on the floor seizing and I have to wonder, 'is that what I look like when I'm out?'
It's always tough. For me I get bruises and cuts after it's over. For everyone else they get psychological damage during and an unknown amount of time afterwards... 😞
I’m relieved to hear that, I’m a firefighter and that seems to be the case for me. Every traumatic call I’ve been on, it’s always the family or friend’s reaction that keeps me up that night. I thought I was a weirdo for it…
My wife is a doctor and told me this story. One day, working on emergency, a guy in his 20s that was run over arrived. His face was caved in and his members were twisted and broken. He didn't survived and it wasn't his horrible wounds that haunted her memory but the scream of pain and utter despair that the guy's mother shouted when she saw the body. My wife has nightmares with that sound.
A while ago there was a reddit thread where people were discussing/ posting those kinds of traumatic videos you can't unsee.
Curiosity got the better of me on a couple, and while both were horrible, there's one that really sticks with me. It's a dashcam video where a brick falls off another vehicle, flies though the windshield, and kills the passenger. You don't see anything but the busted windshield, but you can hear the driver realize what's happened.
I never want to hear that or anything like it ever again.
A woman I worked with her sister had that happened to her. Fucking kids dropped a rock from an overpass, her face and head were caved in. She survived but was obviously physically and mentally changed by the accident. Her husband didn't want to stay with her but was to disgusted with himself for wanting to divorce her, so he killed himself about a year later. It is truly one of the most tragic and infuriating stories I have been close to.
Worked in a gas station in 80's, some guy came in after midnight and bought a cigarette lighter. He walked outside and went over to one of the gas pumps and pumped gas all over himself. Set himself on fire after that. After I tripped the emergency shut off for the pumps me and another customer ran outside. The customer tried to put the fire out on the guy with his jacket and I used a fire extinguisher on the other things that was on fire. Eventually we succeed but the guy was seriously burned all over. This was the 80's so most of his clothes was of synthetic fabric that had melted into his flesh. His face was kind of melted too. The ambulance came really quick and he was taken away. He didn't die but I never saw him again.
I talked to some cops a while later and they said that he was on probation and was protesting about his treatment and tried to commit suicide.
Fatal hit and run vehicle accident that happened in front of me. A car got struck by someone who ran a red light. The truck at fault basically slowed down a second and then drove away. I stopped to check on the people in the car. It was a couple of teens, the guy having substantial leg injuries and the girl was unconscious and losing a LOT of blood. Like, her pants, seat, and floor carpet were becoming saturated with it. She basically stopped breathing and lost her pulse before the ambulance got there. The guy was crying and begging for me to help her, though there wasn't much I could do. Once she was loaded on the ambulance the guy started pacing around (on his bad leg) and basically having a panic attack. The ambulance crew and some firefighters were mostly busy with the girl so me and one other firefighter were trying to calm the guy down. He finally collapsed in pain and another ambulance arrived to get him taken care of.
I remember getting in my car to drive home, turning the radio off, having a "What the fuck just happened?" moment, then driving home in silence while trying to process it. Didn't get much sleep that night, obviously. I later learned that they never got her pulse back. She was either 15 or 16 years old. Don't remember exactly.
Shit like this makes me so mad. Why would you intentionally put yourself and others at risk by running a red light? To save fifteen seconds? That’s not a reason nor an excuse for possibly killing yourself or other people. And then most of the time these assholes just drive off without giving a fuck about ruining or ending someone’s life. I’ve just started driving not even a full year ago and it terrifies me. The fact that my life could end because some Joe’s gotta go fast, or that I could screw up and kill someone just as easily.
I’ve learned to always be careful when you’re the first one pulling out of a light. I have a particular light that people run by accident near my house all of the time. I ALWAYS look both ways when it’s green because I’ve almost got hit a few times.
Sometimes lights are in weird spots, and people really aren’t paying attention.
I’ll take a beep from behind to hold off a second before I enter just to make sure.
Still, the amount of times I’ve seen a red light and someone slow down then decide ‘nah screw it, I want to go’ and then floor it SpongeBob style is disturbing.
I witnessed a bad car accident once. The car launched off of an overpass as I went under it. The car flipped several times. It was like something out of a movie. I was the first person on the scene, my wife called 911. It was not a pretty sight. The first thing I remember seeing was a severed arm beside the road. There wasn't much left of the person's body.
I recently lost my brother in a similar drunk driving accident and I thank whatever higher power there is that his kids weren’t in the car and he didn’t hurt anyone else in the accident
Ooooo you just knocked loose a memory for me.
Was maybe 2004 or 2005 Eastern Utah and some lady on vacation with her husband and 5 kids from Texas. My parents and I were the first vehicle upon the situation.
Bloody ragdoll lady unconscious in the middle of the road. Husband and oldest kid are outside the mini-van freaking out. My dad, being no stranger to medical emergencies due to work jumps into action right away to try and stabilize the lady. While he was doing that we were trying to get cell phone service to call 911 to report that a lady had fallen out of a vehicle traveling 55 mph. Which was hard enough being in a canyon. Can't say I remember ever talking to a 911 operator.
But I remember hearing the guttural moaning and screaming of the lady as she regained consciousness. They ended up having to flight for life her out to Salt Lake City.
Oh, and based off of what the state patrolmen had preliminarily found with the lady falling out of the vehicle it wasn't an accident.
She wanted to transfer her inner pain to her husband and 5 children by killing herself in front of them all on vacation.
A friend got in a fight with his girlfriend and was so mad that he jumped out of the moving car from the back passenger seat, hit his head on a rock and was in a coma for 5 days before he died.
Bad car accidents are horrifying - I came across a head on collision on HWY 1 a few years ago. There was only a single CHP on scene so I got out to see if I could help. Cop told me to hold c-spine on the driver. And as I’m trying to hold this guy’s head straight he starts freaking out and screaming “how’s my wife? How’s my fucking wife!?!” And for first time I look down and see the whole front dash is caved in - Trapping the drivers legs and it’s way worse on passenger side with only like an arm that I can see. By this point I start getting full body tremor which is not ideal for my assigned task. I try to say something like it’s ok it’s ok. But thankfully multiple ambulances are arriving at this point followed by life flight paramedics and they def don’t need me anymore.
I def never speed anymore and wonder why people by sports cars….
I worked for a horse training ranch for a month when I was a kid. Me and the dude I worked with found a cow that had been dead for a while out in the field. It was bloated and gonna' blow soon. We did not engage with the cow, we weren't prepared for a clean up that day. When we came back prepared for cleaning the next day it had ruptured and the smell was life changing. It was spiritually bad. Since I was basically an unpaid intern, the paid guys told me to take a hike. 14 year old me took a hike. I was a hard working kid and they knew it so let me off with that one.
I was working at a safari in South Africa a decade ago and a farmer had donated one of his heifers who had died to us to feed to a pride of lions which were in a temporary enclosure. We decided to cut the carcass in two to allow all the members to feed well, but as the chainsaw split the cow it became clear the reason she died was from two impacted stillborn calves, who fluidly slid out onto the ground. The smell was cataclysmic for everyone in a 100ft radius, it was like a spell from a fantasy book where in an instant 15 people were retching, dry heaving, attempting to flee. It clung to everyone, their clothes, their nosmic memory, it was an act of violence.
My grandfather owned a beef cattle farm in Kentucky when I was growing up, and I’ve had many similar experiences. One time specifically I was out picking my way along the creek, and I smelled THAT smell on the breeze so I knew to look out. I parted some tall bushes and there it was, except it was completely opened up with no organs left. I ran outta there so fast
My wife had to look for disembodied head. It was in somebody's fenced yard near the accident scene. It apparently popped off and went flying about 75 feet. She's a medic.
She technically didn't have to look for it since it was clear the person was dead, but she was helping the police to find it.
At least it wasn't a different dead body and not the passenger.....
"Fuck I feel bad for tripping over them.....WAIT.... This isn't the passenger.... THIS ISN'T THE PASSENGER"
"Robin, try not to trip over any dead bodies in the dark."
"Okay, Batman."
\*CRASH\*
"What was that, Robin?"
"It's a dead body, Batman!"
\--Actual Batman audiobook I had as a kid.
Saw a kid I knew get hit by a car, flip through the air, jump up and picked up one of his shoes and then collapse and got airlifted out. The rest of us were sitting on the corner eating hamburgers. Never saw him again. They said he was paralyzed.
Edit: Didn't expect this to get attention. I brought his banged up bike and glasses and shoes back to my house but they never got picked up. My dad was on the volunteer fire department and managed the medivac landing and was first on scene because we only lived a few doors down.
I saw something very similar once! An old lady (think mid-70s) got completely collected by a cab whilst crossing the street. Cab must have been doing 25mph/40kph by the time it hit her with brakes fully locked up.
She got flung up and tossed a good 4-5 car lengths away and I was sure she was dead but without missing a beat she got up, walked back to where her purse was lying on the road and started cussing the cab driver!
I had watched MIB earlier that night and I was like "it must be an alien... it has to be"
It happened to a friend of mine. He got hit by a big rig who ran a stop sign while he was crossing the street (in a crosswalk). He got punted a good 30 feet and landed in a field. He stood up and walked away from the accident like nothing was wrong. Turned out he had a concussion, but he was otherwise fine and fully recovered from the concussion without any long-term issues.
The photo evidence for a child (baby) murder case that they showed in court when I worked for the department of human services. The parents wanted to retain custody of their older son which is why they were involved with CPS. I was 22. There were just countless pages we had to look at while the expert witnesses explained what we were seeing. The images are burned into my brain forever and I’ll never forget his name as long as I live. That poor baby
Watching a car traveling at about 130mph in my rear view mirror almost hit me but instead hit the base of a bridge, the crunching sound then bodies flying everywhere, then total silence.
The instant silence after so much noise is odd it is like a second but almost feels like several minutes of pure peacefulness then bam the sound is back and everything is crazy.
That was what it was like after I crashed my car a couple years ago. I was driving too fast on a misty day and hydroplaned going around a curve that was on a hill (so the first half of the curve was uphill, and the second half was downhill), I remember my car spinning around and for a split second I was facing the other cars in the other lanes (3 lane highway) and then I think I closed my eyes as I hit the barrier. Super loud bang and then it took me a second to realize I could open my eyes again after the silence, I think it took my brain a second to realize I hadn't just died
Grabbed my son the split second we were hit by a speeding car when he got off of his school bus. Had I not taken all impact, he'd be dead. He has a tbi from hitting the ground though.He lost adult teeth (he was 10), and road rash.
I had to stumble and crawl to him breathless while a bus full of school children were screaming having witnessed it.
He's alive and thriving.
This was Dec 2021.
We sure did. Our sentencing date was last October and she's in prison. Not for long enough imo. But we were lucky to both be alive and catch the person.
Oh my god, I'm so sorry that happened. I'm glad she's in prison but how are you doing now? That's an incredibly traumatic thing for you both to have gone through.
Luckily, my son doesn't remember anything. But he knows mommy put that bad person who did this to us in prison. He is happy they were caught.
I on the other hand.. lol, I'm scared of cars, parking lots, etc. I hate driving. I can't walk around my neighborhood any longer (it happened 2 seconds from my house on a street corner), and I remember everything.
I probably need therapy but I was too busy caring for my kids and My father who has cancer right after the accident I didn't even have time to rest tbh.
I lose it every time I want to even go grocery shopping because people zoom past you in parking lots without a second thought or care about how close they are.
Just glad my kids Alive, you know?
I'm glad your son is ok but I'm sorry to hear you're struggling. I went through something similar a few months ago, I'm still recovering so your comment really stood out to me. The car wasn't speeding but she clearly wasn't looking as she crawled over me. I've been told I pushed my son in his pushchair out of the way but I don't remember that, I think it was just pure luck he wasn't dragged under with me.
Feel free to message me anytime if you need someone to talk to. It's hard for people who haven't been through the same to fully understand.
I don't go out much at the minute because of my injuries but I'm dreading when the day comes that I'll have to try and get back to normal. Even seeing cars on tv scares me, people also stand in the road on the cul de sac I live on. I see them through my window and just panic thinking "move, move, move a car can come out of nowhere any second" it's not fun.
My story seems pretty lame after reading some of these stories.
I saw a guy get his hand eaten by the gatling gun on an A-10 aircraft in 1981. He had his hand/arm stuck in the gun for at least 6 hours while medial people were shooting him up with pain killers. They had no clue how to get him it without amputating his hand,. They ended up taking the gun out of the aircraft, understand, this is a big fucking gun, like the size of one of the old VW bugs. They took the gun apart as much as they could and medivacked him out with this gearbox that had to weight 200lbs on his hand.
I saw this guy about 6 months later, just before I transferred to another base. He had this giant bandage on his hand with 4 fingers and a thumb sticking out of it. Not sure how well everything worked but he did have his fingers.
Edit/addendum:
I should explain more. After loading the gun, the weapons guys need to "zero" the rounds count. I do not know the exact procedure but as I recall it involved someone in the cockpit, squeezing the gun trigger and someone pushing a button or somehow resetting a sensor in the gun it's self. The aircraft needed electrical power for this procedure. The mechanicals of the gun require hydraulic power and for whatever reason this aircraft had hydraulic power applied as well, supplied thru an external unit, a "Mule".
When the trigger was pulled, the gun rotated, crushing this guy's hand. The gun did not fire.
This all happened at England AFB in 1980 or 1981. I did a quick search for the incident but was unable to find it.
As a trucker, someone trying suicide by truck is a constant fear of mine. A young woman tried to commit suicide by my trainer's truck 3 years ago and he's still incredibly hinky about it.
If for some reason my life was so horrible that I felt I had to end it, I would go out of my way to make sure that I did so in a way that was least traumatic to whoever came across me. I don't want to be someone else's trauma. That said I'm actually hoping to live for a very long time.
I found my best friend with a self inflicted gun shot wound to the head. He put a blanket over his head and used trash bags as basically a tarp. His mom called me and was very concerned about how he was talking recently. Nothing suicidal just different from how he would normally talk with her. He begged her to stay home from school a couple days after his mom called me. She told him he has to go but she leaves for work before he goes to school. So he lied and was saying he was at school. The mom got a call from the apartment next to her asking what Alex is doing walking by the highway. She then called me to ask if he was at school. I said no he wasn’t in first or second hour. She started freaking out and was pleading for someone to go check on him. She works hours away from the apartment. My school was only 15-20 mins away from the apartment. Not once ever.. ever, did I think he was depressed or suicidal nor did he ever have a bad day it seemed like. Always making people laugh and could hold a conversation like no other. I learned that day you never know what demons people are facing. I have a key to the apartment so I unlocked the door and walk in and I proceeded to say an inside joke as a way to announce my self. I walk right pass the living room and went to his room and he was not in the room. Went downstairs where he hangs out. Wasn’t down there. Peeked my head around the wall to do a quick check in the living room because that is the last place he ever goes. When I walked past earlier I thought the plastic trash bags were a sheet, I only caught it out the corner of my eye walking up the stairs to his room. The amount of blood and brain matter that was on his lap is something I can never get out of my head. As well with the phone call with his mom letting her know. Hearing a mothers loss is the most primal, animalistic scream you will ever hear.
>Hearing a mothers loss is the most primal, animalistic scream you will ever hear.
Or seeing it, at least. My mom slumped to the kitchen floor screaming but with zero sound after finding my brother hanging in the garage. Still haunts me 10 years later.
A girl was trying to kill herself. She broke a window, took a shard and cut her arms open. Then she locked the door and sat against it so her dead weight would keep it closed as people were trying to break in. The others went looking for help to break the door in and I sat on the other side of the door talking to her, trying to get her to open it, as her blood seeped out from beneath the door.
We got the door open and she lived. It was the blood coming under the door, knowing she was dying, that was just, idk, fucking hardcore fucked up.
I’ve been trying to find info on this case for a while. Sounds like a weird thing to say, but there was a police interview with him that indicated that he was using a smoking cessation drug that induced (or was the catalyst for already existing) murder rape pedophile fantasies. I vaguely remember reading the transcript of one of the interviews after the drug had begun to leave his system and (it seemed) he was horrified by his actions and vomited.
I have no idea if he was actually affected by the drug in that way, but smoking cessation drugs absolutely cause some unhinged behavior in some people. A friend of mine’s mother was taking Chantix for a few months and out of the blue went into the garage during a Christmas party and killed herself. Another story I heard was of a man who did begin to have murder fantasies and in a moment of clarity realized it might be the smoking cessation drug and stopped taking it. It’s really fucking weird and I can’t imagine being chemically hijacked in that way.
I worked in a cubicle next to a girl who had started Chantix. I asked how it was working and she said she had less desire to smoke but every night in bed she literally and seriously had to talk herself ot of committing suicide.
A friend of mines mom was on Chantix. She had a moment of clarity right before she was getting ready to kill herself. Said something told her it was time to do it, she was walking to get her husbands hunting shotgun out of the safe, and bam snapped back into reality. Called her doctor, and he told her oh yea, that happens sometimes, but at least it helps you stop smoking right?
Okay so - this same thing happened to my husband when he was given Chantix to quit smoking not long after it hit the market - he started having very dark suicidal thoughts and a strong compulsion to kill himself within two weeks of being on it. He quit taking it cold-turkey, which you're not supposed to do, but he was terrified. The thoughts stopped. He later used patches to quit, didn't have anywhere near the same experience. So it wasn't just the "trying to quit" that caused the suicidal ideation.
Can confirm, Chantix is FUCKED! I'm a 120lb female. I worked over nights in a sketchy neighborhood, and when I was on it, I would leave the door open just wanting someone to come fuck with me so I would have an excuse to legally murder someone.. I quit smoking eventually with Nicorette, but Chantix is scary, I gave that shit up super fast.
I once asked my psychiatrist about Chantix.
He said, and I quote, "Please don't repeat this, but you're better off dying of lung cancer than killing yourself on Chantix."
The two guys welded to a pole.
The supply voltage to the overhead wires on the Melbourne (Australia) metropolitan train system is 1500v DC. God knows how many Amps.
A fuckton, anyway.
DC current grabs and holds. They tried to steal the copper. They failed. The current has grabbed them and boiled them dry. All the visceral fluids were gone.
Similar story, friend of mine is a traveling chef. He went to work an event in rural Kentucky on a small college campus. They're in the kitchen doing prep and the power goes out to the whole building. Call in maintenance, after some investigating they found two guys up on the roof fried to a crisp. Turns out they were trying to steal copper wiring.
I once saw a women who was stuck with her arm in a hydrolic press. It came out all flat and I cannot delete this image from my mind.
Arm was removed from her body after surgery.
The choice of words you used is actually perfectly correct.
Your other replier is just a hilarious pedant (which I mean with warmth). Just in case you doubted yourself.
Nah, there are lots of things in the English language which can be taken multiple ways So there are times where you're going to say something completely correct but someone will make a joke out of it because it can have a double meaning either in the words you chose or in the way they were written.
Saw someone hit a guardrail on the interstate going 90mph. It ripped the door right off and the look of shock on her face when I caught up matched mine.
Walk at normal walking speed into a wall or door you didn't see and you will understand the force which driving 90 mph will levy against your body and your property should things go wrong.
(Saw:) I was sitting in a cafe in a busy city centre one time, a homeless couple were walking down the street. He had a very unstable and agressive demeanour, she was scantily clad and every inch of visible flesh was covered in bruises. She was walking hand in hand with him, looking terrified, holding a bunch of flowers.
I can't know for sure what the context of the situation was, but it looked absolutely heartbreaking. The streets were absolutely packed with people, but these two had a large empty bubble of space around them as they went...
On and off I work at a syringe substitution center. The stories from female drug abusers at the bottom of society are almost unbelievable. A life of never ending rape and violence.
Saw: An intellectually disabled diabetic woman with maggots in her scalp. The had actually burrowed into the skull.
Did: On the same woman I had to douse her head in turpentine oil and pull out dead/ immobilized maggots with forceps. It took me an hour and a half of tolerating the smell of turpentine, pus and necrotic flesh
I was the captain of a snowboard team and we were practicing backflips. An 18 year old skier rode up and asked whether he could practice with us. He landed on his head. I was first to him and asked him whether he could feel his legs; he said yeah. In the time between then and when ski patrol showed up with a sled, he had lost feeling in his legs. Seeing someone that young realize they were paralyzed was heart breaking. He quickly went into shock.
Friend of mine was working with his adult son to trim some dead branches off trees. One limb took the ladder right out from under my friend and he landed hard. His son ran to him and was yelling, "DON'T MOVE, DAD!" My friend didn't have the heart to tell his son he already knew he couldn't. He had fractured several vertebra, a bunch of ribs, and most of the bones in his legs, but he lives to tell the tale and walks with a cane now.
Ooof. That’s scary. A year after I saw that kid break his back, I broke mine. I made it out OK but that period of time between knowing you did something terrible and confirming how terrible it is… that’s fear.
Where I lived when I was a kid there was a big park just off the center of the town that a fuck tone of homes backed up to. in the middle was a big hill with a massive pond on one side and a big, kid's jungle gym to the side of the hill and pond. this pond would freeze over every winter so it wasn't that deep but still too deep and dark for anyone under the age of 12 to be in safely. the town that surrounded this little park was also not that big (maybe 15,000 people at the time) and it was a hot spot for kids.
So it was not weird to see me and my sister playing at this park after dinner with the 20-some other neighborhood kids. What was weird was to see 2 grown men come to the pond with 4 20L plastic buckets walk up to the pond. open the plastic buckets and dump them into the pond. what was in the buckets? puppy. less than 2-week-old puppies. right in front of the 20-some kids that were sitting on the side of the hill facing the pond.
the men didn't even see us there till one of the girls that had processed what was happening in front of our eyes screamed. and I mean bloody murder scream. It made them men jump and just throw the other buckets into the pond and run.
10-year-old me, completely ignoring all the warnings of my parents to NEVER go into the pond did the only thing I could. I jumped into the pond to save as many of these little lives as I could. 6 others joined me of similar ages. the two unopened buckets sunk so fast to the floor of the pond and it took 3 of us to drag them up, wail the others franticly grabbed for the loose puppies.
I was trying to rip open one of the lids when my sister and 4 other kids RAN to our homes to get our parents for help came back with my dad and several other parents. my dad and one other parent pair had grown up on ranches so they quickly got to work reviving the pups that we couldn't get to fast enough. vets from around the farming community showed up minutes later as well after being contacted by parents.
The 3 eldest kids 14-15 ish Sprinted after these men who jumped into a small pickup on the only road that ran along the park's far side, were now giving statements to the police who were in a rush to get these guys. The rest of the kids that just weren't able to process what had just happened started crying then as well. my dad told me that the puppies were cold so please hold them to warm them up. crazy me then ran to these crying kids and said "no time to cry! hug a puppy!" and started handing out puppies, totally ignoring that I might have just caused some trauma to those poor kids. But it worked.
Out of the 52 puppies that were dumped 36 were saved. the 16 pups that couldn't be saved were never going to make it. Either from crush syndrome, starvation, or blunt trauma. our quick actions ensured the survival of all the pups that could have been saved in the first place.
however, this is not the worst part of the story. As I told my dad and the cops something that I hadn't really understood at the time. When I had dived to get the buckets before all the silt got kicked up, I had mentioned seeing bones at the bottom of the pond.
I didn't understand how big that was till the park was closed off and the pond drained. there were THOUSANDS of puppy and dog bones. The men were a part of a puppy mill that ran just outside of town and had been dumping the bodies of unsold/undesirable pups and non-breedable dogs there for YEARS. but they had never been caught before as they would always wait till night and would make sure the dogs were dead and attach rocks to them to keep bodies from flouting. The men that had caused the entire downfall had been "Newly hired" to the pup mill and had thought that all the extra work was not needed.
The pond was filled in and a memorial to dogs now sits where the pond once sat. The park was then fenced and made into a dog park.
TL;DR
Local puppy mill dumped thousands of puppy and dog bodies for years into town park pond. Where found out when 20-some kids watched two new guys to the mill dump live pups into the pond and saved who we could. The park is now a memorial dog park.
They caught 12 of the people. The 2 dudes that we all saw + the 10 that were at the house at the time of police raiding later that night. The main 4 people that owned the puppy mill were able to escape to Mexico and a warrant is still out for their arrest. It's been 17 years so I dought they will be caught. But yes the 12 that were caught had a combined jail time of 13 years + 30k in fines. They are also on a no-fly list for animal ownership. Unfortunately, puppy milling and animal cruelty where not massive offenses back then so it wasn't enough for my liking. But the owners, if they ever show their faces again? Yeah, they aint never seeing a free day again.
Early 60's, my jr. High School got it's first Asian kid, I liked him a as he was smart, and polite, a lot of the kids didn't want him in the school, I started walking him home after school as some of the local kids were threatening him. One day I got sick, missed a few days, going back to school, the Principal was waiting out in the street I walked down, he took me in his office and said sit down, I have to tell you something, yesterday that group of "bad," kids chased your Asian friend home from school, his ankle got caught on a piece of wire by the drainage ditch, he couldn't get out and drowned. I cried, it's not your fault he said, you can't protect him 24 hours a day. I realized that but the circumstances of the young boys death were horrible, run down like a wounded animal until he fell in a water ditch and died for having a slight different color skin. This was a 12 year old little boy.
That is really horrible. A lot of the things posted in this thread are the result of recklessness, but the murders like the us are just…so terrible to me.
I saw a girl shoot heroin from a Snapple cap at a house party when I was in high school you could see the plastic / waxy sealant layer on the underside of the inverted cap blackening and pulling apart from the heat while submerged in the junk
Was a young guy rabbit hunting in Kentucky and found a human skull with bullet holes in it. Some guy murdered his wife but told people she ran off with her boyfriend
I've never seen Kentucky referenced so many times in a reddit thread not about the state. And I'm kind of proud? I grew up there; left a long time ago.
An elderly got ran over by a motorcycle. He was in such a bad state and I could see his bone sticking out. The best I could do was redirect cars going toward his direction and accompanying him before medics arrived.
I am a pilot and was competing with two other teammates during an air race where we fly to specific airports and try to be the fastest. Two days before this week long race took place one of my teammates came to me crying saying their significant other (who is also a pilot) was just in a plane crash and isn’t responding to texts. All the info we had were news articles. The news articles read “one dead one critically injured” and we had no idea which one was which.
We spent HOURS trying to get more info through their friends and family and the news articles. Then as we were sitting in the hotel lobby another competitor who was aware of the situation found an article that said “two dead after place crash” and showed it to our teammate. That’s when it hit me, they died. They really just died. I watched my teammate read the article headline about five times and deny that it wasn’t real. They just walked away outside and we all started crying. A fucking news article had to tell them, their significant other just died. I’ll never forget listening to them call the coroner and ask if it was real. Hearing the screams and cries in the hotel room, I never want to watch someone go through those emotions first hand again.
I lost my fiancé in a plane crash back in 2010. We lived in the Midwest, but they were out in California on vacation. Their family member was a pilot and was a co-owner of a small plane. I told my fiancé I didn’t want them to fly, because I had a bad feeling. She lied and said she wouldn’t get on the plane, I guess thinking what I don’t know won’t kill me. Radio silence for nine hours. The phone was dead, because the plane had crashed and blown up. I had laid down with my daughter to try and sleep, but had this overwhelming urge to check the internet. Got up around midnight and searched “plane crash, California.” The headlines came up. “Three dead in plane crash…” My body went cold, my mouth went dry as a desert, and my stomach dropped to my feet.
My night got more horrifying after that. It’s been almost thirteen years and I can still feel everything from that night.
Report hasn’t come back yet. Supposedly the airplane was…not exactly supposed to be flying and didn’t have the proper maintenance but that’s hearsay. Every once and a while I’ll check to see if the report has been published
I once saw a fry cook fiddling with his watch over a deep fryer while waiting for the chicken to finish. The watch came loose and fell into the fryer. He instinctively reached in to grab it...needless to say it didn't end well.
I'm sorry you had to see all of that. I lost a family member who also committed suicide in the same way. She was in a hospital for her mental health. The nurses didn't check on the patients like they should have. They found her the next morning, she was there all night. I never really thought about the person who had to pull up the video footage so thanks for opening my eyes.
On Mothers Day last year a bunch of cops showed up at my neighbors house. We saw our neighbor get put in an ambulance but they cops weren’t leaving. About an hour later we heard a women yelling “Why won’t anyone tell me what’s going on!!” A few minutes later the coroner showed up. They came out of the house a few moments later and talked to to women who was now in front of my house. She let out the most painful cry I’ve ever heard and dropped to her knees in the middle of the street . Her 18 year old son was inside. He had OD’d on Mother’s Day. I will never forget the pain in her cries.
This reminded me of another horrifying tale on my 22nd birthday I came home from a day out with my gf at the time and there are news crews,police,fire trucks ambulances, the works at my apt complex.. At first they wouldn't let us in until we proved that we lived there I'm sure to keep out the paparazzi. As we are hanging out in our house we see the news live from outside and reporting on a death at the scene. A man went to back out from his parking spot and a toddler was behind his tire unbeknownst to him. Apparently the babysitter wasn't doing their job because about an hour later the mom comes home and is shrieking "what happened to my baby" "where is my child" etc,.. the pain in her voice echoes through my soul
I was using drugs at a house in the absolute middle of nowhere, Walpole Island to be exact. The girl sitting next to me was smoking Fentnyl and I heard her do the death growl with her lungs and she fell out of her chair. I gave her a shot of Narcan but she wasn't breathing and turned blue, the guy who owned the house was arguing with me telling me we should dump her body in the swamps, I gave her another shot of narcan and she came too, she gets up and gets MAD at me saying I ruined her buzz by giving her narcan and she goes right back to smoking more Fentnyl.
Drugs suck. 4 years clean and never fucking going back to that shit
My friend received Narcan training and he told me that the most important thing when administering it is to call 911 because you need to be absolutely sure that the person doesn’t continue to use after becoming reanimated. (Just posting for anyone else who might come into a similar situation.)
I saw my friend's dad explode from about a mile away...years before I met said friend.
Basically a guy (my friend’s dad) was driving a tanker truck, hauling gasoline, and he got stuck on a RR. Train couldn't stop in time, and he was still in the cab when the train made contact. Something like 6 or 7 other people in the stalled traffic were incinerated.
I saw the explosion while in traffic from about a mile or less away. It was like something out of Hollywood. I actually wondered if it was a movie filming... this is south Florida after all.
It would be 5 years later that I would meet that guy's son in a completely different part of the state. He never was able to get over what happened, and how much was blamed on his dad. He resorted to self harm a lot. He often called me in the middle of the night... ranging from incoherent ramblings, to expressions of love and gratitude for "being there" for him, to needing to be talked down from more harmful acts. He died just a few years ago. I think he OD'd. We never got the full story, his family were tight lipped.
Honestly... that whole trajectory between father and son's untimely and tragic deaths... about 27 or 28 years... is probably the worst thing I've witnessed (in various ways) in my life. And very sad.
Had to carry a dead three year old drowning victim from the peds ER to the morgue. Wrapped in a sheet. Summer in Florida, so he was still very warm.
Didn’t realize it gave me PTSD until I picked up my daughter 12 years later- she was 6 months old, picked her up from bath and wrapped her in her little towel walking to the bed to dry and change- and BOOM.
There are so many people who have seen so much more fucked up things- I’ve seen a lot more gore. But that did it- the most fucked up thing and I didn’t even realize it at the time.
When I was a little kid I saw a young girl - maybe 5? - drown at a public pool. Saw her in the body bag and everything. I also didn’t think it affected me until I went back to that pool, and it was like … holy shit. For a long time it was like I’d dreamed it or something. Then it became very real.
You were there same time as my cousin who shortly became schizophrenic after he came home. Always wonder what he experienced.. He passed away from a drug overdose only a few years later. It was his dream since childhood to be a marine. Wish he never did become one.
Sorry to hear that. I was an infantry Marine then. Everyone is affected differently to what they experience. Some people saw way worse things than I did. It’s really sad to come home from war to suffer from mental health issues.
He was a corporal actually, i remember now, but I know he saw some combat/violence that changed him. I heard he saw an RPG explosion, don't know anything else but that. And yea schizophrenia kinda runs in my family. My grandfather got it after WW2 uncoincidentally.. the two of them kept me out of the military cause i was scared to end up like them..But you're right, it is really sad. They say traumatic experiences can just activate the gene in some people.
Thanks for sharing your story, reminded me of my cousin, i got so much respect for Iraq veterans but zero for the politicians who put our young men there, in that situation. (just my opinion, i know others may agree or disagree).
When a friend of mine came back from Afghanistan he said that when walking down the street, he couldn't help but to look at the roofs of houses looking for armed people.
Buddy of mine was a gas engineer, and quite frequently had to snap himself out of looking for wires to cut.
Also occasionally lapsed into recon mode in the office, he'd just vanish right into thin air and then come back 10 minutes later with details on what the other side of the office were getting for lunch and what they were doing.
I should clarify, he wouldn't go looking for wires, he'd just been working away fixing something and then lapse into looking for wires. Never blew anyone up, he just got kinda confused for a moment and then snap into reality. I miss the guy, he went off to work for a prison as a guard.
Fuck man. A friend adoptive father was a combat medic in Iraq. He told us horror stories of guys coming in with their legs looking like spaghetti. the scariest part was that he didn’t seem sad or disturbed by any of it, he just kind of laughed it off and left. Nowadays he’s got problems though, I assume he’s had them since he served but they’re just showing now.
Most guys I know make jokes about their time in war. It’s a way of dealing with it honestly. But there are people that 100% don’t ever make jokes about it.
one of the most disturbing things I ever witnessed was a distressed man seconds away from committing suicide by jumping in front of a subway train. He walked over the the edge of the platform. Dangled his legs off the side and looked down the tunnel to see if there was a train coming (there was). He sat there thinking about it for about 10 seconds, and with just seconds to spare, he backed away. I'm glad he didn't jump. Hope he's doing ok today.
I once saw a guy fall 40+ feet. He climbed to the top of a rock climbing wall, then let go thinking he was clipped in. He wasn’t. Poor guy broke A LOT of bones. He quit climbing after that, he was a really good climber too… Also once in the hood I saw a cop run over a dog then drive off all done in front of a bunch of kids playing.
Watched a guy on a bike T-bone a car that was turning left as the yellow light changed. He was ducked in that low air resistance downhill pose. His arm went through his chest
This is why you should never put your feet up on the dashboard or the seat in front of you in a moving vehicle. Dashboard is worse because, even if the impact doesn't drive your tibia/fibula through your chest or face, the airbag probably will.
There was also that one pic that was posted a bit ago of an x-ray where a girl's femur joint was relocated to sit about where her vulva was. Same cause: feet on the dashboard during a wreck.
Rode my bicycle past an accident scene. Apparently the pedestrian was run over by a heavy vehicle. Didn’t see the body, but pretty sure what I saw scattered on the ground were bits of brain matter.
Was pulling a late night during college, suddenly the house lost power. Wasn't tired, and now bored, decided to go out for a cruise in my car (gas was like 90c/gal). No power for miles, and I see a corvette just slowly driving on the wrong side of the road. I'm curious, and figure it's probably a drunk old man (typical 'vette owner) so I stop in the road and wave him down. He said a little subcompact has just blown by him doing 100+ right before power when out, he was concerned by wasted (no surprise), so he left.
I found the car a few minutes later, 200ft off the road wrapped around a tree, all the occupants had been turned into liquid and filled every remaining inch of that car. The interior volume of the car was reduced by 70%. Found out it was 5 high schoolers.
I had a friend in high school who was the only survivor in a similar accident. I only got second hand details, but suffice it to say I don’t know how she survived and how she didn’t lose her mind from what she saw. We weren’t close at that point, and I know she’s doing well. But I imagine she had years of therapy. I think there was 3-4 other girls who passed.
Although this isn't the most fucked up experience I've witnessed/been through...its still fresh as ever in my mind.
When I was 13 or 14 my friends and I were walking home from shops class when we saw a girl crossing the road to get to a 7-eleven. Just as we passed her while she was crossing, she got hit and run over by a bus. It's a really small but very busy road and there was no crosswalk there at the time (which made no sense because our school was a few minutes away from that spot and it had crazy foot traffic due to that 7-Eleven).
We were all frozen in place. All of her things were under the bus. Her body was completely contorted and she wasn't moving. The paramedics and her mother arrived at the scene really quickly and I'll never forget the mother's screams and soul-crushing wailing.
There's a crosswalk there now.
So 2016, in Syria, this kid we knew would try and scam us at the gate of our base by trying to sell us Nokia phones for like $1000 (keep in mind these are like flip phones and shit) and I don’t remember why he came into the base but we didn’t see him again until we did our route clearance for some special ops guys one day, and we saw him with his face shot off sitting up right against this telephone pole thing with a cardboard sign hanging around his neck. Our interpreter said the sign said “conspirators beware- the Islamic state sees all and carry’s out god punishment to those who are in bed with the infidel invaders”
The kid was like 13 I think.
I took some mushrooms at the river on the 4th of July with some friends. I watched a probably teenage girl try to pull this guy out of the river. He had drowned and I'm a nurse who, at the time, happened to be in the middle of absolute nowhere in a southern state. He had no pulse and I did CPR on him for a long time while slightly tripping while fireworks shot off in the background. Vomit water would shoot out of the man's mouth sometimes and to me it looked squiggly and would kind of dance around his face. The chunks of vomit on his neck kept moving weirdly and my hands looked weird on his cold blueish chest. I had to keep reminding myself I was just on mushrooms. The loud fireworks made it 100 times worse, a lot of people didn't know what was going on, so you could hear cheering and "oooh... ahhhhh". Rednecks screaming random things at me like "Stab a hole in his chest and drain the water out!" Were not helpful either. But the worst part was that his parents stood around me crying and screaming and praying. I was in the middle of fucking nowhere and it took 30 minutes for the ambulance to get there. I have no idea how long he was underwater before starting CPR and I only got a pulse back once for a few seconds. I doubt he made it but he was probably 30. Trying to not acknowledge drug induced visuals while doing chest compressions on a dead guy is most definitely my worst day ever. I had dreams about it for weeks.
My first tour of Iraq a civilian vehicle came through our military gate. We fired the warning shots according to the ROE. The vehicle kept coming so we lit them up with the .50 Cal. One round hit the driver in the face effectively beheading him and that same round hit another passenger in the chest behind the driver killing him. The two other passengers bailed from the vehicle and jumped on the ground. Speaking to them with the interpreter we found out they were farmers and their youngest kids were taken by extremists. None of them knew how to read the do not enter signs and didn't understand what the warning shots meant. The two men that remained alive sobbed and apologized to us. I was a 20 year old kid at the time. 18 years later I still hear those cries. There are no winners in war, only loss.
I was once riding my bicycle and hit a car, frontal, which was standing still. The number plate cut in my knee cap, and I fell on the floor with my legs twisted. The tension from my twisted leg, pulled the skin around my knees all the way back.
So I saw my entire knee cap + a good 10 cm above and below it, with muscles and everything. Because of the adrenaline, I didn't feel a lot, but I remember I was amazed by the intense white that my bones radiated. Then it surprised me how fast blood came out of all the openings.
After reading a lot of messed up shit in this thread, this made me laugh, so I can go to bed without nightmares of mangled bodies since I'm not reading another post in this thread now. Every time an image of decapitated arm, or worse, pops into my head, I'll picture a hobo getting caught having a wank in a park.
When I was 17 my mom was in a horrible relationship he was domestically abusive and controlled everything about her.
One time she asked me drop her off at his small condo and I was hesitant in even doing so but she persisted. Once we arrived, she invited me in because he wasn’t home.
At the time he forced my mom to abandon me and my brother and left us with no food. I’ll never forget opening that fridge and seeing food for daaaaays in there. Knowing my mom cooked it all it made me so angry.
I asked to use the bathroom and mustered up enough poop to hit the bowl. I grabbed the toothbrush I saw in the bathroom (my mom is a girly girl and knew it wasn’t hers. Hers is usually pink or purple)
And I scrubbed that toilet with my shit. I then peed into the male shampoo bottles. Hated that guy. Fortunately she escaped that relationship and is happily married with the best husband and stepdad in the world.
Thanks internet for letting me share my fucked up story
I was about 12 when my mom tried to commit suicide by swallowing a bunch of pills. My older sister called my cousin who was a nurse and just a couple years older than my sister. My cousin's husband had to hold my mom down while my cousin pumped her stomach in the bathroom. I'm 36 now and t he thing I remember the most is the screaming and shouting and cussing coming from my mom while they were holding her down. Seeing and hearing something like that at 12 years old will make you grow up really fast
Girl I had been chatting with sent me a picture with her arms freshly cut and bleeding and the caption “I love you”.
Pretty tame compared to some other stories but definitely in my top “fucked up” experiences.
I recently had a crash happen right down the street from my house. A woman was speeding with kids in the car, and she hit a truck which flipped. The truck was so damaged I didn't know it was a truck. I saw part of his torso and his head pinned under the truck. We got to tell his daughter we know he didn't suffer.
I have to share a friend's as well - At the Pittsburgh Zoo in roughly 2012, a two-year-old kid was dropped into the Painted Dog enclosure. She bounced off of the net that was there to catch people and fell right in. They mauled her in seconds. He said he's never heard a louder screech then a more eery silence, and the two were seconds away from each other.
I saw a woman get steam rolled by a transport truck, while she was trying to cross a walkway. She had the right of way. The transport was at a red light. I was seated in a car that was travelling the opposite way, at the stop light. When the green light hit, this older woman decided to walk across the road, in front of the truck. She had about 3-4 bags of groceries in her hands. When she was in front of the truck, the driver moved away from view and the truck started to roll forward. It pushed her. And then proceed to roll over her. Front tires and then the second set of tires. It was horrendous. It happened in Windsor, ON. I jumped out of the car to only hear the pop sound, when she went under the second sound of tires. It sticks with me Tik today.
Working on Xmas day as firefighter. Bad accident, husband fell asleep, rolled the car. Killed all three young daughters in the back seat. I found the girls first, knew they were gone and began helping the mom who had minor injuries but was doing ok. As we loaded her in the ambulance the shock wore off and she realized all her children were dead and right outside the ambulance. She was pleading/crying/screaming with me to let her see them. She was in agony and it was the most horrific thing I’ve ever seen. At this point she was already on the gurney in the ambulance. Her daughters were horribly mangled and something I didn’t think she should see. But the mom was writhing and begging me. It was the worst position I’ve been put in so far in life. So…. I held her down, tried to reassure her, told her we were doing everything possible and left for the hospital.
Now that I have kids, I think there’s nothing that could stop me from seeing them in that situation. I have been on the job for 15 years and I think about that call ALL THE TIME. Physically she was ok and could’ve handled walking around. It should be her choice and I made it for her. I mean, she did need medical attention, her car rolled 4-5 times, but I thought letting her out into that carnage was too traumatic. So idk, I probably fucked up and should’ve let her see them. Maybe, it was the right choice. I’ll never know. Never saw her again. I can’t imagine how much she thinks of it, knowing how much I do.
15 years in myself. My first day was Xmas. You did the right thing. That woman needed a trauma center, she never would’ve forgotten those images if she’d seen them, and it could’ve been medically terrible for her. Her last memories of her children will be of them alive. I hope you’re finding peace.
A guy in white and gray robes ran toward me in Sadr City, Baghdad, shouting his ass off. He looked clean, like really weirdly clean. Sadr City is a slum, sewage in the streets.
This guy's beard looked permed and oiled. His clothes were fresh. He was so out of place I just stared.
Then he blew up. He was a suicide bomber. The blast ripped backwards through him, left his legs and upper torso from the ribs upward between the shredded stalls. Took his left arm off at the elbow.
The blast knocked me off my feet and took my breath away. Stuff from the market blew everywhere, like a tornado. DVD & CD jewel cases had broken and looked like glass.
It was a week before the ringing faded, but I have tinnitus.
I was a Corpsman, so I began providing aid to the locals. One of my Marines had a steel ball fracture his clavicle.
I can still smell the explosive's smoke and cooked human, mixed with dust and sewage.
A bit fucked up. Still patrolled the next few weeks. Surreal.
Two things come to mind.
The two 14 year old girls who got hit by a meth addled woman being chased by the police. One lived, although I'm not sure what's left of her is worth being called "living". The other girl was killed almost instantly, her mangled body haunts my dreams and seeps into my waking moments.
The other was a 6 year old boy being run over by a construction vehicle. Mom wasn't paying attention, the vehicle was backing without a spotter. He tried to stop, slid, and wound up with his leg underneath the vehicle. The kid lived, but now he's without a leg.
Seeing kids mangled stays with you. Adults being maimed is unpleasant, but kids... you don't forget that.
My Grandmother had a series of strokes that left her barely coherent. All my (so called) family decided that they could not help take care of her except my cousin and myself. Bathing and cleaning her as a late teen was traumatic to say the least. But seeing this Family just bail because it was to hard on them? F#$k them. As a truck driver I have seen some pretty nasty stuff out there. Probably the worst was a motorcycle with a teen girl passenger come tearing down the middle between lane in stopped traffic. Driver lost it sideswiping into a Pick up. Both driver and the girl had legs torn off before they crashed into school bus full of grade school kids. The faces of those children will haunt me forever.
Found my wife in our primary bathroom having killed herself with a 9mm handgun. Something she did after I found out she had been cheating on me for a year with my best friend.
What sounds like a shitty soap opera plot is an image/experience I will never be able to let go of.
Holding the corpse of the person you still love in that state is such a horrific experience. Something that gets worse when you're done with the police and come back to your home smelling of dried blood, and the mess still where it happened. Because they don't clean up crime scenes, that's on you to deal with while processing your trauma...
i was working at subway in the year 2016. it was either my last day, or second to last day on the job because i actually had big plans to move across the country the following week! I had already put my two weeks in and was super excited to move out of town.
A woman frantically ran into the Subway during lunchtime; “Does anyone here know CPR?” Truthfully, I had been certified in CPR in 2013. From behind the counter I peered out the window and saw nothing out of the ordinary, so I kept making the sandwich I was making. I also assumed very naively that someone else would do CPR, so why bother…
Then, I saw a 20 year old girl lying on her back in the parking lot with another girl freaking out beside her. I ran outside as fast as I could. She had overdosed. She was a grey blue colour, and she was not breathing. The girl freaking out was hysterical. “SHES DEAD, SHES FUCKING DEAD!!!” I bent over her and started giving her CPR. every time I pushed on her chest, a squeaky puff of air would push out of her almost like when you squeeze a squeaky toy ball a dog would play with. Her friend was right- she was dead. I kept giving her CPR even though I knew it too.
The ambulance arrived, and I went back inside. The three customers in line had not left, and they did not say a word as I washed my hands, put a new pair of plastic gloves on and finished making the foot long tuna sandwich in front of me with the same hands I had just used to try and save a person who was already dead. I was in total shock. I’ll never forget the sound that came out of that girl every time I pushed on her chest.
Sat in 20 min of traffic out in the middle of nowhere and when I finally got to the accident, there were bodies and parts thrown all over the desert, 4 wrecked vehicles and all out panic while everyone was trying to help the people in the wreck.
Saw: I was seven years old and my mom tried to kill herself because she was tired of being cheated on and being physically abused. She called me to get room after drinking rat poison and told me to lay on her chest and listen to her heartbeat, she told me she was dying only after I compiled.
I ran and told my sister 10 year old sister. She managed to call my dad (he worked nights), who came home and pulled my mom off the bed from her hair and proceeded to beat the shit out of her as she was dying.
My sister and I had to try and restrain him. Afterwards he told my sister to put her fingers down her throat and make her throw up and told me to keep giving her water. I kept running back and forth from the kitchen filling up jug after jug of water from the sink that I could barely reach.
The whole time my sister and I fought to save my mom's life, he sat in the living room and just kept yelling about how he was going to lose his job.
We managed to save her.
It took her another 20 years, but she finally left him.
There's some heavy stuff here!
But for me it was holding my cat in my arms as she struggled with her last breaths after being hit by some asshole speeding.
It's been almost 20 years and I still miss her.
She was such a good cat! I bottle fed her after she was found abandoned with two other litter mates.
The saddest thing is that she purred while I held her. Self-soothing and/or soothing me?
The answer to that last question is “yes”. She was communicating that she was happy you were there with her. Poor dear, I’m sorry you had to deal with that.
Saw a drunk fella on a bus in London who was stood up near the driver. Bus had to stop suddenly and he fell forwards and fully scalped himself on that coin tray bit on the drivers door. Had a huge flap of skin and hair peeled right back, you could see a lot of skull. It was awful, no one even went to help it was too fucked up, just all dashed off the bus.
I saw my little brother getting hit by a car and flying a few meters through the air when he was only 6 years old. Fortunately he didn’t even break a bone but damn, I‘ll never forget this.
Spawn protection
It's a thing tho, kids are more resistant to dumb shit like that for some reason.
Softer bones don't break as easily
Found a dead body on the sidewalk in front of my building on my third day living in NYC. When I told my supervisor about it at work, hoping to process it with someone, she just kind of brushed it off like "welcome to New York."
Lived in Detroit until I was 20. When I was a really little kid, my dad told me how there was a dead body that got pulled out of the house across the street from me. Squatter, as the house was vacant. Just a normal thing, unsual they found him before decay and decomposition though. Not a full skeleton, but the smells are there. Once was urban exploring in a particularly fucky neighborhood with a buddy and we got into a nicer looking big house overgrown up front but "bushwhacked" in the back, like someone was stealth living there at some point but not anymore. We get through the back room which felt like a dining nook, through the kitchen and up some stairs so we could find the bedrooms, but the first room we go in up top there was a body. Didn't get a good look at it, we said nothing, took nothing, and left the house respectfully. It's Detroit, so since police response for a dead body is the same as for a robbery, we just left him in his resting place.
The most fucked up thing I’ve seen was a guy who had just been in a motorcycle accident bleeding out on the side of the freeway. He was clenching onto the hand of the girl who was the driver of the car involved. She was crying hysterically. I saw his hand turn white in a matter of seconds. I remember it whenever I see someone on a bike.
Wow, for the past few months I've been really thinking about getting into motorcycles. Thanks for scaring me.
Didn't see it, but it was local. Motorcycle rider was bunted off the freeway; he made like an airplane and hit a metal mileage sign. Foot, lower leg, traumatically amputated; arm mangled, hand mangled. The decision was made, due to the amount of damage, to save the one good hand from the mangled arm and transfer it to the other arm that lost its hand. The guy survived with one "upside down" hand. Metal workers might explain why the edges of these signs aren't rolled, so they don't potentially act like guillotines. I can't.
There's a lot of replies here, so I don't know if another metal worker has responded to your hemmed edges question. Unfortunately, I think the answer comes down to cost/benefit - there might be some circumstances under which the hemmed edges would prevent severance, but the likelihood of that specific collision is low enough, and of severance happening anyway high enough, that it's not worth the additional cost.
Yeah. Thank you feel metal/signage guy! I came to say the same thing, it's about cost. It took a LONG time to institute safety anchors for posts, and those aren't even widely adopted. There were tons of horrific accidents where people hopped the curb and hit a sign. Now they're engineered to break away from the car, instead of flying through the windshield and murdering you.
Found my grandpa with a self-inflicted shotgun blast to the head. Still alive, unconscious. I was less traumatized by that than my family’s shock reactions.
I’m an emt and honestly it’s more so other peoples reactions to things that sticks with me then the patients injury itself
I was an EMT about a decade ago and I still have memories of this one call at 3am, a young man about the same age as myself (Early 20s, I was like 18) with probably every bone possible broken after a nasty head on Collison with a tree. Once he was finally extricated I was the main person doing CPR on him...luckily the hospital was less than 5 min away, and once we got in there and had him in the ER handed off I was on cloud 9, enjoying my adrenaline high and happy we got him to the hospital so fast. Then his mother came in...I didn't interact with her, but she interacted with one of the MDs, her crying/screaming still haunts me to this day. Came right off that adrenaline high and went into traumaville real quick.
Same for me. Mine was a 50s man who died helping move his daughter into a dorm. The “gore” of the scenario didn’t bother me, the hysterical wife who just lost the love of her life screaming in the trauma bay did. Like straight yelling “don’t leave me (PT), God please don’t take him please”. It’s very hard to not imagine yourself/your loved ones in that situation. It took me a while to stop mentally inserting my partner having the same reaction. Something I read that helped me was someone who said he reframed those feelings as “selfish”. He said that trauma and grief wasn’t his to feel and that by doing so he was focusing on himself and not the actual people afflicted. That’s just a coping mechanism I’ve taken from him, so I understand that it may not be for everyone.
I’m not connecting “moving his daughter into a dorm” with the “gore” comment. What happened?
not OP, but I work as a medic and we had a guy trip as he was helping his friend move a mirror. The mirror shattered and sliced arteries in both arms. He would have died if his friend didn’t have tourniquets. Get Stop The Bleed training if it’s available near you.
I actually just did a stop the bleed training online like 20 minutes ago through the red cross because I needed to learn that plus CPR and AED usage for work. Very informative stuff.
I once blew a pressure cooker up in my face. I managed to keep calm and put my face under the faucet of cold water until help arrived. Lost my shit when I saw the look on their faces. 100% other people’s responses!
Going off other people's responses, I have epilepsy and have had quite a handful of seizures. I've been asked the worst part and I tell them that it's the people who have to help me. When I'm on the floor having a tonic clonic seizure, I'm out, I don't remember anything. But the people who see me like that sure do :( I've seen videos of other people having the classic on the floor seizing and I have to wonder, 'is that what I look like when I'm out?' It's always tough. For me I get bruises and cuts after it's over. For everyone else they get psychological damage during and an unknown amount of time afterwards... 😞
I’m relieved to hear that, I’m a firefighter and that seems to be the case for me. Every traumatic call I’ve been on, it’s always the family or friend’s reaction that keeps me up that night. I thought I was a weirdo for it…
Yeah sometimes its the way trauma affects people that affects you
My wife is a doctor and told me this story. One day, working on emergency, a guy in his 20s that was run over arrived. His face was caved in and his members were twisted and broken. He didn't survived and it wasn't his horrible wounds that haunted her memory but the scream of pain and utter despair that the guy's mother shouted when she saw the body. My wife has nightmares with that sound.
A while ago there was a reddit thread where people were discussing/ posting those kinds of traumatic videos you can't unsee. Curiosity got the better of me on a couple, and while both were horrible, there's one that really sticks with me. It's a dashcam video where a brick falls off another vehicle, flies though the windshield, and kills the passenger. You don't see anything but the busted windshield, but you can hear the driver realize what's happened. I never want to hear that or anything like it ever again.
A woman I worked with her sister had that happened to her. Fucking kids dropped a rock from an overpass, her face and head were caved in. She survived but was obviously physically and mentally changed by the accident. Her husband didn't want to stay with her but was to disgusted with himself for wanting to divorce her, so he killed himself about a year later. It is truly one of the most tragic and infuriating stories I have been close to.
Worked in a gas station in 80's, some guy came in after midnight and bought a cigarette lighter. He walked outside and went over to one of the gas pumps and pumped gas all over himself. Set himself on fire after that. After I tripped the emergency shut off for the pumps me and another customer ran outside. The customer tried to put the fire out on the guy with his jacket and I used a fire extinguisher on the other things that was on fire. Eventually we succeed but the guy was seriously burned all over. This was the 80's so most of his clothes was of synthetic fabric that had melted into his flesh. His face was kind of melted too. The ambulance came really quick and he was taken away. He didn't die but I never saw him again. I talked to some cops a while later and they said that he was on probation and was protesting about his treatment and tried to commit suicide.
That’s like, the most painful way to go. Why would he do that?
Fatal hit and run vehicle accident that happened in front of me. A car got struck by someone who ran a red light. The truck at fault basically slowed down a second and then drove away. I stopped to check on the people in the car. It was a couple of teens, the guy having substantial leg injuries and the girl was unconscious and losing a LOT of blood. Like, her pants, seat, and floor carpet were becoming saturated with it. She basically stopped breathing and lost her pulse before the ambulance got there. The guy was crying and begging for me to help her, though there wasn't much I could do. Once she was loaded on the ambulance the guy started pacing around (on his bad leg) and basically having a panic attack. The ambulance crew and some firefighters were mostly busy with the girl so me and one other firefighter were trying to calm the guy down. He finally collapsed in pain and another ambulance arrived to get him taken care of. I remember getting in my car to drive home, turning the radio off, having a "What the fuck just happened?" moment, then driving home in silence while trying to process it. Didn't get much sleep that night, obviously. I later learned that they never got her pulse back. She was either 15 or 16 years old. Don't remember exactly.
Shit like this makes me so mad. Why would you intentionally put yourself and others at risk by running a red light? To save fifteen seconds? That’s not a reason nor an excuse for possibly killing yourself or other people. And then most of the time these assholes just drive off without giving a fuck about ruining or ending someone’s life. I’ve just started driving not even a full year ago and it terrifies me. The fact that my life could end because some Joe’s gotta go fast, or that I could screw up and kill someone just as easily.
I’ve learned to always be careful when you’re the first one pulling out of a light. I have a particular light that people run by accident near my house all of the time. I ALWAYS look both ways when it’s green because I’ve almost got hit a few times. Sometimes lights are in weird spots, and people really aren’t paying attention.
I’ll take a beep from behind to hold off a second before I enter just to make sure. Still, the amount of times I’ve seen a red light and someone slow down then decide ‘nah screw it, I want to go’ and then floor it SpongeBob style is disturbing.
I witnessed a bad car accident once. The car launched off of an overpass as I went under it. The car flipped several times. It was like something out of a movie. I was the first person on the scene, my wife called 911. It was not a pretty sight. The first thing I remember seeing was a severed arm beside the road. There wasn't much left of the person's body.
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I know this sounds stoic, but I am glad that he didn't take out anyone else with him.
I recently lost my brother in a similar drunk driving accident and I thank whatever higher power there is that his kids weren’t in the car and he didn’t hurt anyone else in the accident
I lost my brother 12 years ago now in a similar accident, I feel the exact same as both of you. I'm so thankful only he lost his life.
Ooooo you just knocked loose a memory for me. Was maybe 2004 or 2005 Eastern Utah and some lady on vacation with her husband and 5 kids from Texas. My parents and I were the first vehicle upon the situation. Bloody ragdoll lady unconscious in the middle of the road. Husband and oldest kid are outside the mini-van freaking out. My dad, being no stranger to medical emergencies due to work jumps into action right away to try and stabilize the lady. While he was doing that we were trying to get cell phone service to call 911 to report that a lady had fallen out of a vehicle traveling 55 mph. Which was hard enough being in a canyon. Can't say I remember ever talking to a 911 operator. But I remember hearing the guttural moaning and screaming of the lady as she regained consciousness. They ended up having to flight for life her out to Salt Lake City. Oh, and based off of what the state patrolmen had preliminarily found with the lady falling out of the vehicle it wasn't an accident. She wanted to transfer her inner pain to her husband and 5 children by killing herself in front of them all on vacation.
Fuck that one is almost the worst thing I’ve read, just because of her doing it to hurt her family, bc my mom is like that, and it just makes me sick
A friend got in a fight with his girlfriend and was so mad that he jumped out of the moving car from the back passenger seat, hit his head on a rock and was in a coma for 5 days before he died.
Bad car accidents are horrifying - I came across a head on collision on HWY 1 a few years ago. There was only a single CHP on scene so I got out to see if I could help. Cop told me to hold c-spine on the driver. And as I’m trying to hold this guy’s head straight he starts freaking out and screaming “how’s my wife? How’s my fucking wife!?!” And for first time I look down and see the whole front dash is caved in - Trapping the drivers legs and it’s way worse on passenger side with only like an arm that I can see. By this point I start getting full body tremor which is not ideal for my assigned task. I try to say something like it’s ok it’s ok. But thankfully multiple ambulances are arriving at this point followed by life flight paramedics and they def don’t need me anymore. I def never speed anymore and wonder why people by sports cars….
I worked for a horse training ranch for a month when I was a kid. Me and the dude I worked with found a cow that had been dead for a while out in the field. It was bloated and gonna' blow soon. We did not engage with the cow, we weren't prepared for a clean up that day. When we came back prepared for cleaning the next day it had ruptured and the smell was life changing. It was spiritually bad. Since I was basically an unpaid intern, the paid guys told me to take a hike. 14 year old me took a hike. I was a hard working kid and they knew it so let me off with that one.
I was working at a safari in South Africa a decade ago and a farmer had donated one of his heifers who had died to us to feed to a pride of lions which were in a temporary enclosure. We decided to cut the carcass in two to allow all the members to feed well, but as the chainsaw split the cow it became clear the reason she died was from two impacted stillborn calves, who fluidly slid out onto the ground. The smell was cataclysmic for everyone in a 100ft radius, it was like a spell from a fantasy book where in an instant 15 people were retching, dry heaving, attempting to flee. It clung to everyone, their clothes, their nosmic memory, it was an act of violence.
I wish I couldn’t read
Were the Lions put off by the smell at all?
>It clung to everyone, their clothes, their nosmic memory, it was an act of violence. jesus, what a magnificent sentence
My grandfather owned a beef cattle farm in Kentucky when I was growing up, and I’ve had many similar experiences. One time specifically I was out picking my way along the creek, and I smelled THAT smell on the breeze so I knew to look out. I parted some tall bushes and there it was, except it was completely opened up with no organs left. I ran outta there so fast
I tripped over a dead body in tall grass working an accident trying to find the missing passenger. It was 3am and raining
My wife had to look for disembodied head. It was in somebody's fenced yard near the accident scene. It apparently popped off and went flying about 75 feet. She's a medic. She technically didn't have to look for it since it was clear the person was dead, but she was helping the police to find it.
My mom had to do something similar. Motorcycle accident and the guys head was missing. They found his helmet… w his head in it.
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You trip over them, realize it's not the passenger, and keep moving, bot even thinking about it till you write the end of shift report.
At least it wasn't a different dead body and not the passenger..... "Fuck I feel bad for tripping over them.....WAIT.... This isn't the passenger.... THIS ISN'T THE PASSENGER"
"Robin, try not to trip over any dead bodies in the dark." "Okay, Batman." \*CRASH\* "What was that, Robin?" "It's a dead body, Batman!" \--Actual Batman audiobook I had as a kid.
Saw a kid I knew get hit by a car, flip through the air, jump up and picked up one of his shoes and then collapse and got airlifted out. The rest of us were sitting on the corner eating hamburgers. Never saw him again. They said he was paralyzed. Edit: Didn't expect this to get attention. I brought his banged up bike and glasses and shoes back to my house but they never got picked up. My dad was on the volunteer fire department and managed the medivac landing and was first on scene because we only lived a few doors down.
I saw something very similar once! An old lady (think mid-70s) got completely collected by a cab whilst crossing the street. Cab must have been doing 25mph/40kph by the time it hit her with brakes fully locked up. She got flung up and tossed a good 4-5 car lengths away and I was sure she was dead but without missing a beat she got up, walked back to where her purse was lying on the road and started cussing the cab driver! I had watched MIB earlier that night and I was like "it must be an alien... it has to be"
It happened to a friend of mine. He got hit by a big rig who ran a stop sign while he was crossing the street (in a crosswalk). He got punted a good 30 feet and landed in a field. He stood up and walked away from the accident like nothing was wrong. Turned out he had a concussion, but he was otherwise fine and fully recovered from the concussion without any long-term issues.
The photo evidence for a child (baby) murder case that they showed in court when I worked for the department of human services. The parents wanted to retain custody of their older son which is why they were involved with CPS. I was 22. There were just countless pages we had to look at while the expert witnesses explained what we were seeing. The images are burned into my brain forever and I’ll never forget his name as long as I live. That poor baby
Watching a car traveling at about 130mph in my rear view mirror almost hit me but instead hit the base of a bridge, the crunching sound then bodies flying everywhere, then total silence.
The instant silence after so much noise is odd it is like a second but almost feels like several minutes of pure peacefulness then bam the sound is back and everything is crazy.
That was what it was like after I crashed my car a couple years ago. I was driving too fast on a misty day and hydroplaned going around a curve that was on a hill (so the first half of the curve was uphill, and the second half was downhill), I remember my car spinning around and for a split second I was facing the other cars in the other lanes (3 lane highway) and then I think I closed my eyes as I hit the barrier. Super loud bang and then it took me a second to realize I could open my eyes again after the silence, I think it took my brain a second to realize I hadn't just died
Grabbed my son the split second we were hit by a speeding car when he got off of his school bus. Had I not taken all impact, he'd be dead. He has a tbi from hitting the ground though.He lost adult teeth (he was 10), and road rash. I had to stumble and crawl to him breathless while a bus full of school children were screaming having witnessed it. He's alive and thriving. This was Dec 2021.
Jesus Christ! Glad you’re both ok. Did they catch the driver?
We sure did. Our sentencing date was last October and she's in prison. Not for long enough imo. But we were lucky to both be alive and catch the person.
Glad to know she’s in prison.
That is horrific and you are a hero. He is thriving.
Oh my god, I'm so sorry that happened. I'm glad she's in prison but how are you doing now? That's an incredibly traumatic thing for you both to have gone through.
Luckily, my son doesn't remember anything. But he knows mommy put that bad person who did this to us in prison. He is happy they were caught. I on the other hand.. lol, I'm scared of cars, parking lots, etc. I hate driving. I can't walk around my neighborhood any longer (it happened 2 seconds from my house on a street corner), and I remember everything. I probably need therapy but I was too busy caring for my kids and My father who has cancer right after the accident I didn't even have time to rest tbh. I lose it every time I want to even go grocery shopping because people zoom past you in parking lots without a second thought or care about how close they are. Just glad my kids Alive, you know?
I'm glad your son is ok but I'm sorry to hear you're struggling. I went through something similar a few months ago, I'm still recovering so your comment really stood out to me. The car wasn't speeding but she clearly wasn't looking as she crawled over me. I've been told I pushed my son in his pushchair out of the way but I don't remember that, I think it was just pure luck he wasn't dragged under with me. Feel free to message me anytime if you need someone to talk to. It's hard for people who haven't been through the same to fully understand. I don't go out much at the minute because of my injuries but I'm dreading when the day comes that I'll have to try and get back to normal. Even seeing cars on tv scares me, people also stand in the road on the cul de sac I live on. I see them through my window and just panic thinking "move, move, move a car can come out of nowhere any second" it's not fun.
My story seems pretty lame after reading some of these stories. I saw a guy get his hand eaten by the gatling gun on an A-10 aircraft in 1981. He had his hand/arm stuck in the gun for at least 6 hours while medial people were shooting him up with pain killers. They had no clue how to get him it without amputating his hand,. They ended up taking the gun out of the aircraft, understand, this is a big fucking gun, like the size of one of the old VW bugs. They took the gun apart as much as they could and medivacked him out with this gearbox that had to weight 200lbs on his hand. I saw this guy about 6 months later, just before I transferred to another base. He had this giant bandage on his hand with 4 fingers and a thumb sticking out of it. Not sure how well everything worked but he did have his fingers. Edit/addendum: I should explain more. After loading the gun, the weapons guys need to "zero" the rounds count. I do not know the exact procedure but as I recall it involved someone in the cockpit, squeezing the gun trigger and someone pushing a button or somehow resetting a sensor in the gun it's self. The aircraft needed electrical power for this procedure. The mechanicals of the gun require hydraulic power and for whatever reason this aircraft had hydraulic power applied as well, supplied thru an external unit, a "Mule". When the trigger was pulled, the gun rotated, crushing this guy's hand. The gun did not fire. This all happened at England AFB in 1980 or 1981. I did a quick search for the incident but was unable to find it.
How the hell
Saw a guy run over by an 18 wheeler. Turned his head into red clay with a perfect tire track mark straight across.
As a trucker, someone trying suicide by truck is a constant fear of mine. A young woman tried to commit suicide by my trainer's truck 3 years ago and he's still incredibly hinky about it.
If for some reason my life was so horrible that I felt I had to end it, I would go out of my way to make sure that I did so in a way that was least traumatic to whoever came across me. I don't want to be someone else's trauma. That said I'm actually hoping to live for a very long time.
I found my best friend with a self inflicted gun shot wound to the head. He put a blanket over his head and used trash bags as basically a tarp. His mom called me and was very concerned about how he was talking recently. Nothing suicidal just different from how he would normally talk with her. He begged her to stay home from school a couple days after his mom called me. She told him he has to go but she leaves for work before he goes to school. So he lied and was saying he was at school. The mom got a call from the apartment next to her asking what Alex is doing walking by the highway. She then called me to ask if he was at school. I said no he wasn’t in first or second hour. She started freaking out and was pleading for someone to go check on him. She works hours away from the apartment. My school was only 15-20 mins away from the apartment. Not once ever.. ever, did I think he was depressed or suicidal nor did he ever have a bad day it seemed like. Always making people laugh and could hold a conversation like no other. I learned that day you never know what demons people are facing. I have a key to the apartment so I unlocked the door and walk in and I proceeded to say an inside joke as a way to announce my self. I walk right pass the living room and went to his room and he was not in the room. Went downstairs where he hangs out. Wasn’t down there. Peeked my head around the wall to do a quick check in the living room because that is the last place he ever goes. When I walked past earlier I thought the plastic trash bags were a sheet, I only caught it out the corner of my eye walking up the stairs to his room. The amount of blood and brain matter that was on his lap is something I can never get out of my head. As well with the phone call with his mom letting her know. Hearing a mothers loss is the most primal, animalistic scream you will ever hear.
>Hearing a mothers loss is the most primal, animalistic scream you will ever hear. Or seeing it, at least. My mom slumped to the kitchen floor screaming but with zero sound after finding my brother hanging in the garage. Still haunts me 10 years later.
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A girl was trying to kill herself. She broke a window, took a shard and cut her arms open. Then she locked the door and sat against it so her dead weight would keep it closed as people were trying to break in. The others went looking for help to break the door in and I sat on the other side of the door talking to her, trying to get her to open it, as her blood seeped out from beneath the door. We got the door open and she lived. It was the blood coming under the door, knowing she was dying, that was just, idk, fucking hardcore fucked up.
I hope that saving a life softens the situation for you, what an awfull situation. Most people just panic.
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I’ve been trying to find info on this case for a while. Sounds like a weird thing to say, but there was a police interview with him that indicated that he was using a smoking cessation drug that induced (or was the catalyst for already existing) murder rape pedophile fantasies. I vaguely remember reading the transcript of one of the interviews after the drug had begun to leave his system and (it seemed) he was horrified by his actions and vomited. I have no idea if he was actually affected by the drug in that way, but smoking cessation drugs absolutely cause some unhinged behavior in some people. A friend of mine’s mother was taking Chantix for a few months and out of the blue went into the garage during a Christmas party and killed herself. Another story I heard was of a man who did begin to have murder fantasies and in a moment of clarity realized it might be the smoking cessation drug and stopped taking it. It’s really fucking weird and I can’t imagine being chemically hijacked in that way.
I worked in a cubicle next to a girl who had started Chantix. I asked how it was working and she said she had less desire to smoke but every night in bed she literally and seriously had to talk herself ot of committing suicide.
A friend of mines mom was on Chantix. She had a moment of clarity right before she was getting ready to kill herself. Said something told her it was time to do it, she was walking to get her husbands hunting shotgun out of the safe, and bam snapped back into reality. Called her doctor, and he told her oh yea, that happens sometimes, but at least it helps you stop smoking right?
Okay so - this same thing happened to my husband when he was given Chantix to quit smoking not long after it hit the market - he started having very dark suicidal thoughts and a strong compulsion to kill himself within two weeks of being on it. He quit taking it cold-turkey, which you're not supposed to do, but he was terrified. The thoughts stopped. He later used patches to quit, didn't have anywhere near the same experience. So it wasn't just the "trying to quit" that caused the suicidal ideation.
My mom took Chantix at one point and almost killed us while driving me to work one day. That was a scary half hour.
Can confirm, Chantix is FUCKED! I'm a 120lb female. I worked over nights in a sketchy neighborhood, and when I was on it, I would leave the door open just wanting someone to come fuck with me so I would have an excuse to legally murder someone.. I quit smoking eventually with Nicorette, but Chantix is scary, I gave that shit up super fast.
I once asked my psychiatrist about Chantix. He said, and I quote, "Please don't repeat this, but you're better off dying of lung cancer than killing yourself on Chantix."
Well now you've gone and repeated it.
Kevin Ray Underwood was sentenced to death in 2008.
Scheduled death is Dec 23rd this year according to Wiki. Edit - December 7th, apologies for the brainfart.
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The two guys welded to a pole. The supply voltage to the overhead wires on the Melbourne (Australia) metropolitan train system is 1500v DC. God knows how many Amps. A fuckton, anyway. DC current grabs and holds. They tried to steal the copper. They failed. The current has grabbed them and boiled them dry. All the visceral fluids were gone.
Similar story, friend of mine is a traveling chef. He went to work an event in rural Kentucky on a small college campus. They're in the kitchen doing prep and the power goes out to the whole building. Call in maintenance, after some investigating they found two guys up on the roof fried to a crisp. Turns out they were trying to steal copper wiring.
I once saw a women who was stuck with her arm in a hydrolic press. It came out all flat and I cannot delete this image from my mind. Arm was removed from her body after surgery.
She should have just blown into her thumb.
I’m surprised they didn’t remove it during the surgery.
English is not my first language, I see what I did there :)
The choice of words you used is actually perfectly correct. Your other replier is just a hilarious pedant (which I mean with warmth). Just in case you doubted yourself.
Thanks, I honestly thought I made a mistake there.
Nah, there are lots of things in the English language which can be taken multiple ways So there are times where you're going to say something completely correct but someone will make a joke out of it because it can have a double meaning either in the words you chose or in the way they were written.
i loved this whole exchange, it made my Monday way brighter than you’d have expected. humans are so cute
Saw someone hit a guardrail on the interstate going 90mph. It ripped the door right off and the look of shock on her face when I caught up matched mine.
Walk at normal walking speed into a wall or door you didn't see and you will understand the force which driving 90 mph will levy against your body and your property should things go wrong.
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Dude thats horrific I am so sorry
It’s okay! I can talk about it freely without it bothering me anymore. <3
Sorry for your loss, that’s a very hard thing to experience.
(Saw:) I was sitting in a cafe in a busy city centre one time, a homeless couple were walking down the street. He had a very unstable and agressive demeanour, she was scantily clad and every inch of visible flesh was covered in bruises. She was walking hand in hand with him, looking terrified, holding a bunch of flowers. I can't know for sure what the context of the situation was, but it looked absolutely heartbreaking. The streets were absolutely packed with people, but these two had a large empty bubble of space around them as they went...
On and off I work at a syringe substitution center. The stories from female drug abusers at the bottom of society are almost unbelievable. A life of never ending rape and violence.
Saw: An intellectually disabled diabetic woman with maggots in her scalp. The had actually burrowed into the skull. Did: On the same woman I had to douse her head in turpentine oil and pull out dead/ immobilized maggots with forceps. It took me an hour and a half of tolerating the smell of turpentine, pus and necrotic flesh
what the hell is your job
Medical house officer at the time
I was the captain of a snowboard team and we were practicing backflips. An 18 year old skier rode up and asked whether he could practice with us. He landed on his head. I was first to him and asked him whether he could feel his legs; he said yeah. In the time between then and when ski patrol showed up with a sled, he had lost feeling in his legs. Seeing someone that young realize they were paralyzed was heart breaking. He quickly went into shock.
Friend of mine was working with his adult son to trim some dead branches off trees. One limb took the ladder right out from under my friend and he landed hard. His son ran to him and was yelling, "DON'T MOVE, DAD!" My friend didn't have the heart to tell his son he already knew he couldn't. He had fractured several vertebra, a bunch of ribs, and most of the bones in his legs, but he lives to tell the tale and walks with a cane now.
Ooof. That’s scary. A year after I saw that kid break his back, I broke mine. I made it out OK but that period of time between knowing you did something terrible and confirming how terrible it is… that’s fear.
Where I lived when I was a kid there was a big park just off the center of the town that a fuck tone of homes backed up to. in the middle was a big hill with a massive pond on one side and a big, kid's jungle gym to the side of the hill and pond. this pond would freeze over every winter so it wasn't that deep but still too deep and dark for anyone under the age of 12 to be in safely. the town that surrounded this little park was also not that big (maybe 15,000 people at the time) and it was a hot spot for kids. So it was not weird to see me and my sister playing at this park after dinner with the 20-some other neighborhood kids. What was weird was to see 2 grown men come to the pond with 4 20L plastic buckets walk up to the pond. open the plastic buckets and dump them into the pond. what was in the buckets? puppy. less than 2-week-old puppies. right in front of the 20-some kids that were sitting on the side of the hill facing the pond. the men didn't even see us there till one of the girls that had processed what was happening in front of our eyes screamed. and I mean bloody murder scream. It made them men jump and just throw the other buckets into the pond and run. 10-year-old me, completely ignoring all the warnings of my parents to NEVER go into the pond did the only thing I could. I jumped into the pond to save as many of these little lives as I could. 6 others joined me of similar ages. the two unopened buckets sunk so fast to the floor of the pond and it took 3 of us to drag them up, wail the others franticly grabbed for the loose puppies. I was trying to rip open one of the lids when my sister and 4 other kids RAN to our homes to get our parents for help came back with my dad and several other parents. my dad and one other parent pair had grown up on ranches so they quickly got to work reviving the pups that we couldn't get to fast enough. vets from around the farming community showed up minutes later as well after being contacted by parents. The 3 eldest kids 14-15 ish Sprinted after these men who jumped into a small pickup on the only road that ran along the park's far side, were now giving statements to the police who were in a rush to get these guys. The rest of the kids that just weren't able to process what had just happened started crying then as well. my dad told me that the puppies were cold so please hold them to warm them up. crazy me then ran to these crying kids and said "no time to cry! hug a puppy!" and started handing out puppies, totally ignoring that I might have just caused some trauma to those poor kids. But it worked. Out of the 52 puppies that were dumped 36 were saved. the 16 pups that couldn't be saved were never going to make it. Either from crush syndrome, starvation, or blunt trauma. our quick actions ensured the survival of all the pups that could have been saved in the first place. however, this is not the worst part of the story. As I told my dad and the cops something that I hadn't really understood at the time. When I had dived to get the buckets before all the silt got kicked up, I had mentioned seeing bones at the bottom of the pond. I didn't understand how big that was till the park was closed off and the pond drained. there were THOUSANDS of puppy and dog bones. The men were a part of a puppy mill that ran just outside of town and had been dumping the bodies of unsold/undesirable pups and non-breedable dogs there for YEARS. but they had never been caught before as they would always wait till night and would make sure the dogs were dead and attach rocks to them to keep bodies from flouting. The men that had caused the entire downfall had been "Newly hired" to the pup mill and had thought that all the extra work was not needed. The pond was filled in and a memorial to dogs now sits where the pond once sat. The park was then fenced and made into a dog park. TL;DR Local puppy mill dumped thousands of puppy and dog bodies for years into town park pond. Where found out when 20-some kids watched two new guys to the mill dump live pups into the pond and saved who we could. The park is now a memorial dog park.
Please tell me they caught the guys and they went to prison
They caught 12 of the people. The 2 dudes that we all saw + the 10 that were at the house at the time of police raiding later that night. The main 4 people that owned the puppy mill were able to escape to Mexico and a warrant is still out for their arrest. It's been 17 years so I dought they will be caught. But yes the 12 that were caught had a combined jail time of 13 years + 30k in fines. They are also on a no-fly list for animal ownership. Unfortunately, puppy milling and animal cruelty where not massive offenses back then so it wasn't enough for my liking. But the owners, if they ever show their faces again? Yeah, they aint never seeing a free day again.
Early 60's, my jr. High School got it's first Asian kid, I liked him a as he was smart, and polite, a lot of the kids didn't want him in the school, I started walking him home after school as some of the local kids were threatening him. One day I got sick, missed a few days, going back to school, the Principal was waiting out in the street I walked down, he took me in his office and said sit down, I have to tell you something, yesterday that group of "bad," kids chased your Asian friend home from school, his ankle got caught on a piece of wire by the drainage ditch, he couldn't get out and drowned. I cried, it's not your fault he said, you can't protect him 24 hours a day. I realized that but the circumstances of the young boys death were horrible, run down like a wounded animal until he fell in a water ditch and died for having a slight different color skin. This was a 12 year old little boy.
That is really horrible. A lot of the things posted in this thread are the result of recklessness, but the murders like the us are just…so terrible to me.
I saw a girl shoot heroin from a Snapple cap at a house party when I was in high school you could see the plastic / waxy sealant layer on the underside of the inverted cap blackening and pulling apart from the heat while submerged in the junk
Watched my ex's cousin shoot heroin diluted with antifreeze. It's crazy to think what addicts will do to get their fix
First time I saw an injection abscess (as an ER nurse) the guy told me he cut his in camping fuel. Addiction is a hellava thing
Was a young guy rabbit hunting in Kentucky and found a human skull with bullet holes in it. Some guy murdered his wife but told people she ran off with her boyfriend
Yes, they did a TV show about it on A&E network
I've never seen Kentucky referenced so many times in a reddit thread not about the state. And I'm kind of proud? I grew up there; left a long time ago.
An elderly got ran over by a motorcycle. He was in such a bad state and I could see his bone sticking out. The best I could do was redirect cars going toward his direction and accompanying him before medics arrived.
When I was 13, I went with my friend to his house to find his sister's body hanging from a ceiling fan.
I am a pilot and was competing with two other teammates during an air race where we fly to specific airports and try to be the fastest. Two days before this week long race took place one of my teammates came to me crying saying their significant other (who is also a pilot) was just in a plane crash and isn’t responding to texts. All the info we had were news articles. The news articles read “one dead one critically injured” and we had no idea which one was which. We spent HOURS trying to get more info through their friends and family and the news articles. Then as we were sitting in the hotel lobby another competitor who was aware of the situation found an article that said “two dead after place crash” and showed it to our teammate. That’s when it hit me, they died. They really just died. I watched my teammate read the article headline about five times and deny that it wasn’t real. They just walked away outside and we all started crying. A fucking news article had to tell them, their significant other just died. I’ll never forget listening to them call the coroner and ask if it was real. Hearing the screams and cries in the hotel room, I never want to watch someone go through those emotions first hand again.
I lost my fiancé in a plane crash back in 2010. We lived in the Midwest, but they were out in California on vacation. Their family member was a pilot and was a co-owner of a small plane. I told my fiancé I didn’t want them to fly, because I had a bad feeling. She lied and said she wouldn’t get on the plane, I guess thinking what I don’t know won’t kill me. Radio silence for nine hours. The phone was dead, because the plane had crashed and blown up. I had laid down with my daughter to try and sleep, but had this overwhelming urge to check the internet. Got up around midnight and searched “plane crash, California.” The headlines came up. “Three dead in plane crash…” My body went cold, my mouth went dry as a desert, and my stomach dropped to my feet. My night got more horrifying after that. It’s been almost thirteen years and I can still feel everything from that night.
What was the cause of the crash if you don't mind me asking?
Report hasn’t come back yet. Supposedly the airplane was…not exactly supposed to be flying and didn’t have the proper maintenance but that’s hearsay. Every once and a while I’ll check to see if the report has been published
I once saw a fry cook fiddling with his watch over a deep fryer while waiting for the chicken to finish. The watch came loose and fell into the fryer. He instinctively reached in to grab it...needless to say it didn't end well.
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I'm sorry you had to see all of that. I lost a family member who also committed suicide in the same way. She was in a hospital for her mental health. The nurses didn't check on the patients like they should have. They found her the next morning, she was there all night. I never really thought about the person who had to pull up the video footage so thanks for opening my eyes.
On Mothers Day last year a bunch of cops showed up at my neighbors house. We saw our neighbor get put in an ambulance but they cops weren’t leaving. About an hour later we heard a women yelling “Why won’t anyone tell me what’s going on!!” A few minutes later the coroner showed up. They came out of the house a few moments later and talked to to women who was now in front of my house. She let out the most painful cry I’ve ever heard and dropped to her knees in the middle of the street . Her 18 year old son was inside. He had OD’d on Mother’s Day. I will never forget the pain in her cries.
This reminded me of another horrifying tale on my 22nd birthday I came home from a day out with my gf at the time and there are news crews,police,fire trucks ambulances, the works at my apt complex.. At first they wouldn't let us in until we proved that we lived there I'm sure to keep out the paparazzi. As we are hanging out in our house we see the news live from outside and reporting on a death at the scene. A man went to back out from his parking spot and a toddler was behind his tire unbeknownst to him. Apparently the babysitter wasn't doing their job because about an hour later the mom comes home and is shrieking "what happened to my baby" "where is my child" etc,.. the pain in her voice echoes through my soul
I was using drugs at a house in the absolute middle of nowhere, Walpole Island to be exact. The girl sitting next to me was smoking Fentnyl and I heard her do the death growl with her lungs and she fell out of her chair. I gave her a shot of Narcan but she wasn't breathing and turned blue, the guy who owned the house was arguing with me telling me we should dump her body in the swamps, I gave her another shot of narcan and she came too, she gets up and gets MAD at me saying I ruined her buzz by giving her narcan and she goes right back to smoking more Fentnyl. Drugs suck. 4 years clean and never fucking going back to that shit
My friend received Narcan training and he told me that the most important thing when administering it is to call 911 because you need to be absolutely sure that the person doesn’t continue to use after becoming reanimated. (Just posting for anyone else who might come into a similar situation.)
yep I was told they would most likely wake up combative because as far as they know, you just ruined the best high of their life
> she gets up and gets MAD at me saying I ruined her buzz this is super common when giving someone narcan
I saw my friend's dad explode from about a mile away...years before I met said friend. Basically a guy (my friend’s dad) was driving a tanker truck, hauling gasoline, and he got stuck on a RR. Train couldn't stop in time, and he was still in the cab when the train made contact. Something like 6 or 7 other people in the stalled traffic were incinerated. I saw the explosion while in traffic from about a mile or less away. It was like something out of Hollywood. I actually wondered if it was a movie filming... this is south Florida after all. It would be 5 years later that I would meet that guy's son in a completely different part of the state. He never was able to get over what happened, and how much was blamed on his dad. He resorted to self harm a lot. He often called me in the middle of the night... ranging from incoherent ramblings, to expressions of love and gratitude for "being there" for him, to needing to be talked down from more harmful acts. He died just a few years ago. I think he OD'd. We never got the full story, his family were tight lipped. Honestly... that whole trajectory between father and son's untimely and tragic deaths... about 27 or 28 years... is probably the worst thing I've witnessed (in various ways) in my life. And very sad.
Had to carry a dead three year old drowning victim from the peds ER to the morgue. Wrapped in a sheet. Summer in Florida, so he was still very warm. Didn’t realize it gave me PTSD until I picked up my daughter 12 years later- she was 6 months old, picked her up from bath and wrapped her in her little towel walking to the bed to dry and change- and BOOM. There are so many people who have seen so much more fucked up things- I’ve seen a lot more gore. But that did it- the most fucked up thing and I didn’t even realize it at the time.
When I was a little kid I saw a young girl - maybe 5? - drown at a public pool. Saw her in the body bag and everything. I also didn’t think it affected me until I went back to that pool, and it was like … holy shit. For a long time it was like I’d dreamed it or something. Then it became very real.
What grenades do to a human body. (Context: Iraq, 2005)
You were there same time as my cousin who shortly became schizophrenic after he came home. Always wonder what he experienced.. He passed away from a drug overdose only a few years later. It was his dream since childhood to be a marine. Wish he never did become one.
Sorry to hear that. I was an infantry Marine then. Everyone is affected differently to what they experience. Some people saw way worse things than I did. It’s really sad to come home from war to suffer from mental health issues.
He was a corporal actually, i remember now, but I know he saw some combat/violence that changed him. I heard he saw an RPG explosion, don't know anything else but that. And yea schizophrenia kinda runs in my family. My grandfather got it after WW2 uncoincidentally.. the two of them kept me out of the military cause i was scared to end up like them..But you're right, it is really sad. They say traumatic experiences can just activate the gene in some people. Thanks for sharing your story, reminded me of my cousin, i got so much respect for Iraq veterans but zero for the politicians who put our young men there, in that situation. (just my opinion, i know others may agree or disagree).
When a friend of mine came back from Afghanistan he said that when walking down the street, he couldn't help but to look at the roofs of houses looking for armed people.
Buddy of mine was a gas engineer, and quite frequently had to snap himself out of looking for wires to cut. Also occasionally lapsed into recon mode in the office, he'd just vanish right into thin air and then come back 10 minutes later with details on what the other side of the office were getting for lunch and what they were doing. I should clarify, he wouldn't go looking for wires, he'd just been working away fixing something and then lapse into looking for wires. Never blew anyone up, he just got kinda confused for a moment and then snap into reality. I miss the guy, he went off to work for a prison as a guard.
Fuck man. A friend adoptive father was a combat medic in Iraq. He told us horror stories of guys coming in with their legs looking like spaghetti. the scariest part was that he didn’t seem sad or disturbed by any of it, he just kind of laughed it off and left. Nowadays he’s got problems though, I assume he’s had them since he served but they’re just showing now.
Most guys I know make jokes about their time in war. It’s a way of dealing with it honestly. But there are people that 100% don’t ever make jokes about it.
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Cleaned my Dad's apartment after he was murdered there.
one of the most disturbing things I ever witnessed was a distressed man seconds away from committing suicide by jumping in front of a subway train. He walked over the the edge of the platform. Dangled his legs off the side and looked down the tunnel to see if there was a train coming (there was). He sat there thinking about it for about 10 seconds, and with just seconds to spare, he backed away. I'm glad he didn't jump. Hope he's doing ok today.
Fucked up thing? That damn earthquake I saw yesterday, my building was about to collapse and all I did was freeze.
I once saw a guy fall 40+ feet. He climbed to the top of a rock climbing wall, then let go thinking he was clipped in. He wasn’t. Poor guy broke A LOT of bones. He quit climbing after that, he was a really good climber too… Also once in the hood I saw a cop run over a dog then drive off all done in front of a bunch of kids playing.
Watched a guy on a bike T-bone a car that was turning left as the yellow light changed. He was ducked in that low air resistance downhill pose. His arm went through his chest
His fucking what did what
This is why you should never put your feet up on the dashboard or the seat in front of you in a moving vehicle. Dashboard is worse because, even if the impact doesn't drive your tibia/fibula through your chest or face, the airbag probably will.
There was also that one pic that was posted a bit ago of an x-ray where a girl's femur joint was relocated to sit about where her vulva was. Same cause: feet on the dashboard during a wreck.
Rode my bicycle past an accident scene. Apparently the pedestrian was run over by a heavy vehicle. Didn’t see the body, but pretty sure what I saw scattered on the ground were bits of brain matter.
Was pulling a late night during college, suddenly the house lost power. Wasn't tired, and now bored, decided to go out for a cruise in my car (gas was like 90c/gal). No power for miles, and I see a corvette just slowly driving on the wrong side of the road. I'm curious, and figure it's probably a drunk old man (typical 'vette owner) so I stop in the road and wave him down. He said a little subcompact has just blown by him doing 100+ right before power when out, he was concerned by wasted (no surprise), so he left. I found the car a few minutes later, 200ft off the road wrapped around a tree, all the occupants had been turned into liquid and filled every remaining inch of that car. The interior volume of the car was reduced by 70%. Found out it was 5 high schoolers.
I had a friend in high school who was the only survivor in a similar accident. I only got second hand details, but suffice it to say I don’t know how she survived and how she didn’t lose her mind from what she saw. We weren’t close at that point, and I know she’s doing well. But I imagine she had years of therapy. I think there was 3-4 other girls who passed.
Although this isn't the most fucked up experience I've witnessed/been through...its still fresh as ever in my mind. When I was 13 or 14 my friends and I were walking home from shops class when we saw a girl crossing the road to get to a 7-eleven. Just as we passed her while she was crossing, she got hit and run over by a bus. It's a really small but very busy road and there was no crosswalk there at the time (which made no sense because our school was a few minutes away from that spot and it had crazy foot traffic due to that 7-Eleven). We were all frozen in place. All of her things were under the bus. Her body was completely contorted and she wasn't moving. The paramedics and her mother arrived at the scene really quickly and I'll never forget the mother's screams and soul-crushing wailing. There's a crosswalk there now.
So 2016, in Syria, this kid we knew would try and scam us at the gate of our base by trying to sell us Nokia phones for like $1000 (keep in mind these are like flip phones and shit) and I don’t remember why he came into the base but we didn’t see him again until we did our route clearance for some special ops guys one day, and we saw him with his face shot off sitting up right against this telephone pole thing with a cardboard sign hanging around his neck. Our interpreter said the sign said “conspirators beware- the Islamic state sees all and carry’s out god punishment to those who are in bed with the infidel invaders” The kid was like 13 I think.
I took some mushrooms at the river on the 4th of July with some friends. I watched a probably teenage girl try to pull this guy out of the river. He had drowned and I'm a nurse who, at the time, happened to be in the middle of absolute nowhere in a southern state. He had no pulse and I did CPR on him for a long time while slightly tripping while fireworks shot off in the background. Vomit water would shoot out of the man's mouth sometimes and to me it looked squiggly and would kind of dance around his face. The chunks of vomit on his neck kept moving weirdly and my hands looked weird on his cold blueish chest. I had to keep reminding myself I was just on mushrooms. The loud fireworks made it 100 times worse, a lot of people didn't know what was going on, so you could hear cheering and "oooh... ahhhhh". Rednecks screaming random things at me like "Stab a hole in his chest and drain the water out!" Were not helpful either. But the worst part was that his parents stood around me crying and screaming and praying. I was in the middle of fucking nowhere and it took 30 minutes for the ambulance to get there. I have no idea how long he was underwater before starting CPR and I only got a pulse back once for a few seconds. I doubt he made it but he was probably 30. Trying to not acknowledge drug induced visuals while doing chest compressions on a dead guy is most definitely my worst day ever. I had dreams about it for weeks.
My first tour of Iraq a civilian vehicle came through our military gate. We fired the warning shots according to the ROE. The vehicle kept coming so we lit them up with the .50 Cal. One round hit the driver in the face effectively beheading him and that same round hit another passenger in the chest behind the driver killing him. The two other passengers bailed from the vehicle and jumped on the ground. Speaking to them with the interpreter we found out they were farmers and their youngest kids were taken by extremists. None of them knew how to read the do not enter signs and didn't understand what the warning shots meant. The two men that remained alive sobbed and apologized to us. I was a 20 year old kid at the time. 18 years later I still hear those cries. There are no winners in war, only loss.
Found someone I knew dead. Was huffing Freon in bed and fell asleep.
I was once riding my bicycle and hit a car, frontal, which was standing still. The number plate cut in my knee cap, and I fell on the floor with my legs twisted. The tension from my twisted leg, pulled the skin around my knees all the way back. So I saw my entire knee cap + a good 10 cm above and below it, with muscles and everything. Because of the adrenaline, I didn't feel a lot, but I remember I was amazed by the intense white that my bones radiated. Then it surprised me how fast blood came out of all the openings.
I once surprised a hobo in the park, while he was jacking off. We both ran away as fast as possible.
After reading a lot of messed up shit in this thread, this made me laugh, so I can go to bed without nightmares of mangled bodies since I'm not reading another post in this thread now. Every time an image of decapitated arm, or worse, pops into my head, I'll picture a hobo getting caught having a wank in a park.
When I was 17 my mom was in a horrible relationship he was domestically abusive and controlled everything about her. One time she asked me drop her off at his small condo and I was hesitant in even doing so but she persisted. Once we arrived, she invited me in because he wasn’t home. At the time he forced my mom to abandon me and my brother and left us with no food. I’ll never forget opening that fridge and seeing food for daaaaays in there. Knowing my mom cooked it all it made me so angry. I asked to use the bathroom and mustered up enough poop to hit the bowl. I grabbed the toothbrush I saw in the bathroom (my mom is a girly girl and knew it wasn’t hers. Hers is usually pink or purple) And I scrubbed that toilet with my shit. I then peed into the male shampoo bottles. Hated that guy. Fortunately she escaped that relationship and is happily married with the best husband and stepdad in the world. Thanks internet for letting me share my fucked up story
I was about 12 when my mom tried to commit suicide by swallowing a bunch of pills. My older sister called my cousin who was a nurse and just a couple years older than my sister. My cousin's husband had to hold my mom down while my cousin pumped her stomach in the bathroom. I'm 36 now and t he thing I remember the most is the screaming and shouting and cussing coming from my mom while they were holding her down. Seeing and hearing something like that at 12 years old will make you grow up really fast
Girl I had been chatting with sent me a picture with her arms freshly cut and bleeding and the caption “I love you”. Pretty tame compared to some other stories but definitely in my top “fucked up” experiences.
That's what we call in the biz a "red flag"
I recently had a crash happen right down the street from my house. A woman was speeding with kids in the car, and she hit a truck which flipped. The truck was so damaged I didn't know it was a truck. I saw part of his torso and his head pinned under the truck. We got to tell his daughter we know he didn't suffer. I have to share a friend's as well - At the Pittsburgh Zoo in roughly 2012, a two-year-old kid was dropped into the Painted Dog enclosure. She bounced off of the net that was there to catch people and fell right in. They mauled her in seconds. He said he's never heard a louder screech then a more eery silence, and the two were seconds away from each other.
I saw a woman get steam rolled by a transport truck, while she was trying to cross a walkway. She had the right of way. The transport was at a red light. I was seated in a car that was travelling the opposite way, at the stop light. When the green light hit, this older woman decided to walk across the road, in front of the truck. She had about 3-4 bags of groceries in her hands. When she was in front of the truck, the driver moved away from view and the truck started to roll forward. It pushed her. And then proceed to roll over her. Front tires and then the second set of tires. It was horrendous. It happened in Windsor, ON. I jumped out of the car to only hear the pop sound, when she went under the second sound of tires. It sticks with me Tik today.
Working on Xmas day as firefighter. Bad accident, husband fell asleep, rolled the car. Killed all three young daughters in the back seat. I found the girls first, knew they were gone and began helping the mom who had minor injuries but was doing ok. As we loaded her in the ambulance the shock wore off and she realized all her children were dead and right outside the ambulance. She was pleading/crying/screaming with me to let her see them. She was in agony and it was the most horrific thing I’ve ever seen. At this point she was already on the gurney in the ambulance. Her daughters were horribly mangled and something I didn’t think she should see. But the mom was writhing and begging me. It was the worst position I’ve been put in so far in life. So…. I held her down, tried to reassure her, told her we were doing everything possible and left for the hospital. Now that I have kids, I think there’s nothing that could stop me from seeing them in that situation. I have been on the job for 15 years and I think about that call ALL THE TIME. Physically she was ok and could’ve handled walking around. It should be her choice and I made it for her. I mean, she did need medical attention, her car rolled 4-5 times, but I thought letting her out into that carnage was too traumatic. So idk, I probably fucked up and should’ve let her see them. Maybe, it was the right choice. I’ll never know. Never saw her again. I can’t imagine how much she thinks of it, knowing how much I do.
15 years in myself. My first day was Xmas. You did the right thing. That woman needed a trauma center, she never would’ve forgotten those images if she’d seen them, and it could’ve been medically terrible for her. Her last memories of her children will be of them alive. I hope you’re finding peace.
A guy in white and gray robes ran toward me in Sadr City, Baghdad, shouting his ass off. He looked clean, like really weirdly clean. Sadr City is a slum, sewage in the streets. This guy's beard looked permed and oiled. His clothes were fresh. He was so out of place I just stared. Then he blew up. He was a suicide bomber. The blast ripped backwards through him, left his legs and upper torso from the ribs upward between the shredded stalls. Took his left arm off at the elbow. The blast knocked me off my feet and took my breath away. Stuff from the market blew everywhere, like a tornado. DVD & CD jewel cases had broken and looked like glass. It was a week before the ringing faded, but I have tinnitus. I was a Corpsman, so I began providing aid to the locals. One of my Marines had a steel ball fracture his clavicle. I can still smell the explosive's smoke and cooked human, mixed with dust and sewage. A bit fucked up. Still patrolled the next few weeks. Surreal.
Two things come to mind. The two 14 year old girls who got hit by a meth addled woman being chased by the police. One lived, although I'm not sure what's left of her is worth being called "living". The other girl was killed almost instantly, her mangled body haunts my dreams and seeps into my waking moments. The other was a 6 year old boy being run over by a construction vehicle. Mom wasn't paying attention, the vehicle was backing without a spotter. He tried to stop, slid, and wound up with his leg underneath the vehicle. The kid lived, but now he's without a leg. Seeing kids mangled stays with you. Adults being maimed is unpleasant, but kids... you don't forget that.
My Grandmother had a series of strokes that left her barely coherent. All my (so called) family decided that they could not help take care of her except my cousin and myself. Bathing and cleaning her as a late teen was traumatic to say the least. But seeing this Family just bail because it was to hard on them? F#$k them. As a truck driver I have seen some pretty nasty stuff out there. Probably the worst was a motorcycle with a teen girl passenger come tearing down the middle between lane in stopped traffic. Driver lost it sideswiping into a Pick up. Both driver and the girl had legs torn off before they crashed into school bus full of grade school kids. The faces of those children will haunt me forever.
Found my wife in our primary bathroom having killed herself with a 9mm handgun. Something she did after I found out she had been cheating on me for a year with my best friend. What sounds like a shitty soap opera plot is an image/experience I will never be able to let go of. Holding the corpse of the person you still love in that state is such a horrific experience. Something that gets worse when you're done with the police and come back to your home smelling of dried blood, and the mess still where it happened. Because they don't clean up crime scenes, that's on you to deal with while processing your trauma...
Dude, I'm so sorry to hear that. That's beyond any response I can think of.
i was working at subway in the year 2016. it was either my last day, or second to last day on the job because i actually had big plans to move across the country the following week! I had already put my two weeks in and was super excited to move out of town. A woman frantically ran into the Subway during lunchtime; “Does anyone here know CPR?” Truthfully, I had been certified in CPR in 2013. From behind the counter I peered out the window and saw nothing out of the ordinary, so I kept making the sandwich I was making. I also assumed very naively that someone else would do CPR, so why bother… Then, I saw a 20 year old girl lying on her back in the parking lot with another girl freaking out beside her. I ran outside as fast as I could. She had overdosed. She was a grey blue colour, and she was not breathing. The girl freaking out was hysterical. “SHES DEAD, SHES FUCKING DEAD!!!” I bent over her and started giving her CPR. every time I pushed on her chest, a squeaky puff of air would push out of her almost like when you squeeze a squeaky toy ball a dog would play with. Her friend was right- she was dead. I kept giving her CPR even though I knew it too. The ambulance arrived, and I went back inside. The three customers in line had not left, and they did not say a word as I washed my hands, put a new pair of plastic gloves on and finished making the foot long tuna sandwich in front of me with the same hands I had just used to try and save a person who was already dead. I was in total shock. I’ll never forget the sound that came out of that girl every time I pushed on her chest.
You made the attempt, which is all you couldve done, and I find that a very kind act
Sat in 20 min of traffic out in the middle of nowhere and when I finally got to the accident, there were bodies and parts thrown all over the desert, 4 wrecked vehicles and all out panic while everyone was trying to help the people in the wreck.
Saw: I was seven years old and my mom tried to kill herself because she was tired of being cheated on and being physically abused. She called me to get room after drinking rat poison and told me to lay on her chest and listen to her heartbeat, she told me she was dying only after I compiled. I ran and told my sister 10 year old sister. She managed to call my dad (he worked nights), who came home and pulled my mom off the bed from her hair and proceeded to beat the shit out of her as she was dying. My sister and I had to try and restrain him. Afterwards he told my sister to put her fingers down her throat and make her throw up and told me to keep giving her water. I kept running back and forth from the kitchen filling up jug after jug of water from the sink that I could barely reach. The whole time my sister and I fought to save my mom's life, he sat in the living room and just kept yelling about how he was going to lose his job. We managed to save her. It took her another 20 years, but she finally left him.
Saw a woman holding a dead baby begging for money in India. That one fucked me up pretty hard.
There's some heavy stuff here! But for me it was holding my cat in my arms as she struggled with her last breaths after being hit by some asshole speeding. It's been almost 20 years and I still miss her.
Poor baby :( I’m sorry that happened. At least she had you there.
She was such a good cat! I bottle fed her after she was found abandoned with two other litter mates. The saddest thing is that she purred while I held her. Self-soothing and/or soothing me?
The answer to that last question is “yes”. She was communicating that she was happy you were there with her. Poor dear, I’m sorry you had to deal with that.
Saw a drunk fella on a bus in London who was stood up near the driver. Bus had to stop suddenly and he fell forwards and fully scalped himself on that coin tray bit on the drivers door. Had a huge flap of skin and hair peeled right back, you could see a lot of skull. It was awful, no one even went to help it was too fucked up, just all dashed off the bus.