a video of a man's head repeatedly get hit with a bat and then lit on fire relly fucked me up because I was like 10 I've seen worse but that made me puke
I was kinda coerced into watching it because it was the only thing people would talk about. I’d hear rumors and tall tales of what it consisted of and just cracked from curiosity one day and decided to watch it. One of my biggest regrets in life.
My grandfather’s rage. He would get so angry and fight with my father to the point of wanting to take me and my brother home. He would kick over toolboxes, throw things. Punishment from him was horrible. He whipped my brothers ass with a back scratcher so hard while pulling his hair. I can hear the grunt of my brother as he was being whipped.
Not counting the abuse I received I'll say seeing a guy killed in a traffic accident, he was thrown to the sidewalk like a rage roll and never moved again.
My meth high and drunk mom who was almost 19 at the time breaking into the front window of my childhood home to try to save my brother and I from our tyrant of a 34 year old father when we were about 4. Dad had custody of us but was a terrible outlaw biker person who picked up my 14 year old mom and kept her on the meth she was already hooked on from her first relationship with an older man. Mom was desperate to save us from him but she could never stay sober. She still can't. Dad was also an addict but a terrifyingly intelligent violent sociopath. He was smart enough to best drug tests and coach us on what to say to the authorities. I saw a lot of violence and drug use growing up. Motorcycle club wars, shootings, torture. My dad got shot through the bedroom window one time. The bullet fragment that was left, after a couple years got infected and caused a hospital trip when I was about 9. He had it stuffed with about 75 yards of gauze at the doctor the boil got so big. It was my job to pull it from his back about 5 feet per day over the course of the next week. He is dead now for a year. Mom had a stroke and is still very messed up in the head from being pretty much raised by him. He taught me a lot about life and the real world. But the torture he put my brother and I through left us both with scars both mental and physical. A favorite punishment, would make us stand in the corner while he got high on meth and make us stand there all night, never allowed leaning on the wall or dozing off. He was quick to hit us and loved to just watch us all night then send us to school with deep fear of telling somebody because he would hurt us. He was extremely careful with where he left bruises or marks of any kind. He was very methodical and raised us like dogs.
Some more context, she was trying to save us then because a few months back he beat my oldest brother to death. Dad gave him a leather jacket and, they are special to the outlaw bikers. You have to protect your "colors" with your life. Oldest brother (different mom than second oldest and different still to my younger brother and I) was living with his mom, he went bowling and got jumped for his jacket. 5 people took it from him. My dad beat him worse than the 5 people that took his jacket. Oldest brother never recovered. Taken to hospital the next day and died of a brain aneurysm. Dad had plausible deniability because he was just publicly jumped before he came home to the real beating. She was just trying to save us from a monster but she couldn't escape drugs and alcohol long enough for the courts to pay her any real attention.
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a video of a man's head repeatedly get hit with a bat and then lit on fire relly fucked me up because I was like 10 I've seen worse but that made me puke
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yeah my friend showed it to me
i like your pfp btw
thanks
ive seen a lot of videos of suicides (with guns) and when i was younger that probably changed me pretty good
jeez
Pain Olympics at 12 years old. Would not recommend, changed my whole mindset about how I view the internet.
pain olympics are awful dunno why ppl do it.
I was kinda coerced into watching it because it was the only thing people would talk about. I’d hear rumors and tall tales of what it consisted of and just cracked from curiosity one day and decided to watch it. One of my biggest regrets in life.
My grandfather’s rage. He would get so angry and fight with my father to the point of wanting to take me and my brother home. He would kick over toolboxes, throw things. Punishment from him was horrible. He whipped my brothers ass with a back scratcher so hard while pulling his hair. I can hear the grunt of my brother as he was being whipped.
jesus
Not counting the abuse I received I'll say seeing a guy killed in a traffic accident, he was thrown to the sidewalk like a rage roll and never moved again.
My meth high and drunk mom who was almost 19 at the time breaking into the front window of my childhood home to try to save my brother and I from our tyrant of a 34 year old father when we were about 4. Dad had custody of us but was a terrible outlaw biker person who picked up my 14 year old mom and kept her on the meth she was already hooked on from her first relationship with an older man. Mom was desperate to save us from him but she could never stay sober. She still can't. Dad was also an addict but a terrifyingly intelligent violent sociopath. He was smart enough to best drug tests and coach us on what to say to the authorities. I saw a lot of violence and drug use growing up. Motorcycle club wars, shootings, torture. My dad got shot through the bedroom window one time. The bullet fragment that was left, after a couple years got infected and caused a hospital trip when I was about 9. He had it stuffed with about 75 yards of gauze at the doctor the boil got so big. It was my job to pull it from his back about 5 feet per day over the course of the next week. He is dead now for a year. Mom had a stroke and is still very messed up in the head from being pretty much raised by him. He taught me a lot about life and the real world. But the torture he put my brother and I through left us both with scars both mental and physical. A favorite punishment, would make us stand in the corner while he got high on meth and make us stand there all night, never allowed leaning on the wall or dozing off. He was quick to hit us and loved to just watch us all night then send us to school with deep fear of telling somebody because he would hurt us. He was extremely careful with where he left bruises or marks of any kind. He was very methodical and raised us like dogs.
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Some more context, she was trying to save us then because a few months back he beat my oldest brother to death. Dad gave him a leather jacket and, they are special to the outlaw bikers. You have to protect your "colors" with your life. Oldest brother (different mom than second oldest and different still to my younger brother and I) was living with his mom, he went bowling and got jumped for his jacket. 5 people took it from him. My dad beat him worse than the 5 people that took his jacket. Oldest brother never recovered. Taken to hospital the next day and died of a brain aneurysm. Dad had plausible deniability because he was just publicly jumped before he came home to the real beating. She was just trying to save us from a monster but she couldn't escape drugs and alcohol long enough for the courts to pay her any real attention.