Hello Pandas, I hope everyone is doing well. Tell me what is the worst experience you have ever had in your life? It might be some accident or scary things or whatever…
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I once fell in love harder than I ever had before. We were just friends for a while but soon realized that we both felt more than just friendship for each other. But we lived 500 km apart. We tried to ignore our feelings because we didn't want to be in a long distance relationship. After a few months however, we couldn't take it any longer and became a couple. I was so happy. I finally found a guy, I felt that I could be with. He even considered moving here for me.
One day he came for a visit because we wanted to go to a concert together on a sunday evening. He had to work on monday morning and decided to drive home after the concert was over. He dropped me off at my place and we said our goodbyes. I told him that I loved him for the first time and that he should text me when he got home ok. I went to bed and he drove home.
The next day I woke up. No message. I instantly started panicking. I called his cell. No answer. I called his work. They hung up on me. One hour later his mother called me and she didn't have to say anything because I knew the worst had happend. He was almost home but then a truck cut in in front of his car with no lights on and it was a pitch black night. A witness stopped her car and did CPR on him for half an hour but it was no use. He died due to his severe head injuries.
Part of me died too that day. It took me years to get over it. Today, I try not to think about it and leave it in the past. But whenever I do think about it, the pain is as real as it was 15 years ago. But I was "just" his girlfriend. I can't imagine how much worse it must have been for his parents. I believe the worst thing that can happen to anyone is losing a child.
One, my husband having an affair when my kids were 5, 3, and less than 1, and the divorce Two, when my sister and brother died 9 months apart at only 61 and 63.
So I was a 19-year-old girl travelling around Armenia with my friend. As we didn't have money we used to hitchhike and sleep in a tent. We had been in Georgia for a month, going from one place to another and we never had to use our tent or sleep in a hostel because every last driver of the day offered us to sleep at their places. It is a custom there and very normal so we never had any problems. In contrary, every evening we were fed well and had a great time meeting the neighbours and family members as everybody would come around and see the travellers. Just in case we used to say that we are married, just to avoid anything unpleasant, plus we always asked the drivers that do they have wife and kids as this would give us a vague image of the person. So this went on for a month, we reached Armenia and headed south. In a remote area my wallet, passport and phone were stolen, which was scary, but in 24h I got everything back! Shout out to the amazing Karabakhi police who did an amazing job. But, well we were shaken and decided to return to Georgia. So by the end of the night we reached the Georgian-Armenian border, it was dark already so we decided to try one last car and then set up camp. Well, the last car stopped, he offered us to sleep at his house, he had a wife and kids, and everything seemed safe. We had a great dinner, started drinking, all the neighbours came over and it was just a great night. There were some moments that made me feel a bit weird like when the man of the house said that in this house the women do what he says. Well, the night reached an end, we went to bed and were told that we have to sleep on different beds (but still in the same room). And one point the man tried to get into my bed, but luckily went away. But soon after tried again and again went away finally. I was freaking out so I went to my friends bed and tried to wake him up, but he was piss drunk and just would react. The man came the third time and this time he started to get angry and really pin me down, but went away again. After that I slapped my friend awake and told him the situation. Then the wife came and told me that I have to do what his husband wants. Now we were scared as fuck! Then thw man called for me from the next room and my friend went instead as I sneaked downstairs. As I was leaving I saw into the room where I had a view of the man sitting in a chair and his wife standing next to him (like a scene from The Godfather). My friend came downstairs and all he said was we have to go, now! So we grabbed our things and ran into the pitch darkness of this small village. We reached a house, knocked on the door and asked for help. Luckily they took us in and we were able to have a safe night.
It was a bloody scary night, but I'm stronger now and can use my experience to help others. And the last thing I want to see is anyone thinking badly of Armenia or Georgia. They are amazing countries and I still love them to death.
Woah, how scary. I personally don’t understand the whole hitchhiking thing coz there are too many crazies out there. I would be too scared. So glad you and your friend escaped and got help.
Sepsis/septic shock. I was out grocery shopping last summer and got real dizzy and fatigued, my muscles were aching, I just didn't feel "right". Later, at dinnertime, I couldn't eat even though the food was really good. Then I got the chills, was hypotensive and had a low temperature, and became disoriented. My parents used a call-a-doctor service and the doctor said I should go to the ER immediately as I was displaying signs of meningitis. We got there and waited for the doctor. I'm so grateful that my mom refused to leave when the doctor told us to, saying I was "taking up valuable space and resources" when the waiting room was empty. I had a spinal tap with no anesthetic and couldn't pass urine. I began to sweat so badly I soaked through my clothes and the bedsheets. At 3 AM, I spiked a fever and the machines all around me went off. I was soon admitted into the ICU and sent 5 days there and about 4 in recovery. We still don't know what bacteria caused me to go into septic shock. The mortality rate for septic shock ranges from 20%-50%. Pandas, I am begging you to stand your ground when you know something is wrong. Please know the symptoms of sepsis and act ASAP if you display any of them.
My dad had abdominal cramps the night before I had surgery to remove 3 retained adult teeth. The next morning I found my dad in a lot of pain. I woke up my mom, who was understandably panicking, for my father was in so much pain he could not walk without support. We had to rush him to a different hospital and check him in before I could go to my hospital, where we learned he had appendicitis. I still remember crying outside of my dad's hospital room while a nurse was trying his best to comfort me. I then had to go to my scheduled surgery. When I woke up, I learned that my dad was ok. My father meant the world to me, and I was relieved. It was still a scary and stressful experience.
So happy to hear everything worked out in the end. Would have been so worrying, especially for your poor mum. She had both of you to worry about.
My Uncle - who I was very close to - kept getting burgled as he ran his business from home. The last time he got burgled they threatened him with a gun. Needless to say, he was under a lot of pressure and one day, collapsed and died while posting a letter. He was only 57. The same year my dog died, my girlfriend left me and I lost my career after being diagnosed with depression. Not a great year.
This actually happened pretty recently. We were driving through Reno (We own a second home up there) and a big ol' white dude gives us the finger. We reason, since we were driving normally, what it was probably the "JUSTICE FOR GEORGE!" sign we have painted on the back. Shook it off. Fast forward about an hour later, we're driving of a sheer mountain road. A motorcyclist pulls up behind us, and sees our sign. He starts riding our tail and making all sorts of obscene gestures. He follows us for a long time, then he starts driving like a maniac, pulling in front of us and slamming on the breaks, driving in the shoulder next to our car like he's gonna hit us, pushing us towards the cliff edge, and all together trying to make us wreck. He got close to pushing us off the road. Everyone was shouting and crying. I thought we were going to die. He eventually turned around, to crawl back under whatever sad, dank hole he lives in. We were fine, but it was an eye-opening experience, and needless to say, TERRIFYING. We are white, and lucky enough to come from a very liberal town where there are very few people like that. Its crazy to think a stranger could have the will to harm you or even end your life simply because of your political stance. Stay safe every one. #BLM
I realized reading all these posts that I have had an extraordinary life. Extraordinary for the adventure, the opportunities and the privileges on one hand, but I have also suffered so many terrible things, things like rape and murder of a loved one, death of a spouse, a child nearly dying, actually dying myself and being revived, witnessing a couple of horrific accidents, seeing a friend commit suicide, seeing multiple people die, witnessing an attack during war where a whole bunch of people I knew were gunned down. It's a long list, a really long list. Here's what I actually want to say. Whatever the worst thing is that has happened to you, you CAN get past it. With time and/or therapy and/or different ways of thinking about it, and/or reflection, and/or forgiveness, you can get over things that seem impossible and life destroying at the time. Don't ever give up and don't give in. I am a happy, well adjusted person who loves life. There is nothing in this world so bad that you can't come out the other side.
Still working on it and constantly being feeling like lm not part of society but an a parallel universe.
It was my daughters VERY first day of school, my hubby took the day off so we could take her, meet the teacher and settle her in etc. Well I started having bad cramps that morning (was 7 weeks pregnant), we took our daughter to school but had to leave earlier than planned so I could go to the hospital. Whilst I was waiting for an ambulance to transfer me to a different hospital, I collapsed (sign of fallopian tube rupture). I was transferring to a different hospital because the hospital had a more advanced ultrasound machine.
My hubby had to go and pick our daughter up from school as the first day was a half day, he took her to his brothers so they could care for her. During that time I got to the other hospital and as I was waiting to check in my brother saw me. He was at the emergency department with my Poppa and Aunty, it was a coincidence he was there (Poppa had a TIA). My brother kept me company whilst waiting for hubby.
I was in so much pain and it was getting worse except it was my neck and shoulders that were hurting the most. I was literally screaming and asking to die, it was the most excruciating pain I have ever experienced (even worse than childbirth). The doctor just said I had pulled a muscle, he was a dickhead. After being in hospital for 8 hours they eventually gave me the ultrasound. The technician said almost immediately that I was full of fluid (bleeding internally) and needed surgery immediately. I had my fallopian tube removed and needed blood transfusions. The surgeon said it was touch and go at one point.
During the hospital stay I was moved 3 times in 4-5 days due to lack of beds. As they were moving me to a 4 bed room I saw a woman listening to her babies heartbeat. As you can imagine after my ordeal the last thing I needed was to see/hear that. I literally broke down. I was taken to the waiting room so they could sort something out and they ended up forgetting about me.
I rang my dad to see if he was going to visit me especially as the hospital was on the way home from work. He said he couldn’t because of Chinese New Year. He almost lost his daughter yet Chinese New Year with his wife (mail order bride) was more important. My brother was with me and was furious so he rang my dad to have a go at him. An hour later he shows up, this is just ONE time my dad has disappointed and hurt me. But that’s a story for another day.
Anyway 2 days later I was waiting for the Dr to come check on me so I could be discharged. Whilst I was waiting I decided to have a shower. I asked a nurse for some towels and a flannel. I got in the shower and realised the flannel was in fact a baby singlet. A f***ing baby singlet, that I was supposed to use to wash the blood caused by a failed pregnancy. I ended up sitting on the floor in the shower with the flannel laid on my abdomen and bawled my eyes out.
When I rang my hubby and told him what happened he was absolutely LIVID. He rang the hospital and demanded I see a DR now to be discharged and he will be making a complaint. Finally the Dr saw me, filled out the discharge papers and left. I was not given any post op advice or after care instructions and no one came to take my IV’s out. I had to go to the nurses desk to take out all 7 IV’s. I ended up organising my after care with my GP.
It’s been a bit over 9 years since then and I am okay. I had my rainbow child 6 years ago and now my family is complete.
Once, I was a child. My grandmother was an alcoholic. My mother and my father divorced, so I lived with my grandmother and my mother. And many times, my grandmother was put in the hospital for drinking. She lied, she went up to the store, and she bought wine. One time, On Halloween, she crashed the car into our house and then went backwards and crashed into another neighbors fence. I thought she would die. I was really scared, but my grandmother lived. and now she knows not to drink again
About a year ago we hatched 4 chickens out of eggs, and 3 turned out to be roosters. Where we live, roos are not allowed because of their morning displays. We gave the first one away, and it was terribly sad for the whole family because this guy was so sweet and we loved all of our chickens, and the second one was murdered by a raccoon which I will never forgive. So we only had one roo left, named Brownie, and nicknamed Brownie Boy. This guy was my absolute favorite and he was such a gentleman. Soon, the neighbors complained about his loud 5 a.m. crowing, and it was time to give him away. The day he was taken, I came home from school completely distraught, and went straight to the basement because my hamster is very therapeutic and I knew he would help. But it turned out my little hamster had died, this really took its toll. My mom was getting my sis from school, so I called her and explained the situation. She came home soon with my sister and also my grandma who she had picked up from the airport as a surprise. My grandma had bought my sister and I some stuffed animals, and she gave me one as consolement. The stuffed animal turned out to be a raccoon. :(
The Persian Gulf War, also known as Operation Desert Shield/Desert Storm.
Burying my best friend when I was 15 or 16 and realizing, as a 34 year adult in therapy for various things, that the reason I have trust issues, religious issues, self-worth issues, and am otherwise a cynical ass of a human 99.99% of the time is because the ONE person that actually cared enough to listen to me and give me the time of day... is dead.
I am italian so most of my family are very old and are at the end of their lives right now so mine is probably my two great grandparents going to an aged care centre. Then within a month one of them went to hospital and while we were there we got a call saying my great aunt passed away. Then, about a month later one of my great grandparents passed away.
That is full on, I am so sorry for your losses. How devastating.
my foster care dad(I was moved to foster care when I was 15) died when I was 17. it was senior year and 2 weeks before my birthday. I felt like he was the only one who got me and really loved me. he was about to adopt me and it destroyed me when he died. I asked my social worker(she came to the funeral) to be moved to a different family because his wife was now really depressed and it was too painful to be in that house and she said no, she had other things to do and then I called my favorite cousin to see if she could do anything about it and she just told my mom, who told me that he died because I was such a horrible person. she blamed it ALL on me. and then I got really depressed because his heart had been restarted 7 times and I had to watch, and it was all too much. my grades dropped and I had to be very grateful that I had already been accepted to a decent colleges I could still have a future. its because of him that I am currently studying journalism because he always told me I had a way with words.
Wow that's so sad. Beautiful that you are studying journalism because of him though
the first time I got period cramps... man that was tough
I completely relate to this. I stayed in a fetal position with a heating pad on my abdomen. Ugh
About 30 years ago I was 8 years old. I woke up in a bed being pushed through a hospital hallway. I was taken to a room where a doctor told me I had suffered a stroke, and would never be able to walk again. Coming back from that was hard.
Giving up my career (that I absolutely loved) to move to another state to take care of my family. In a very short amount of time, less fourteen months to be exact and in this order, my sister, mom, brother and dad all died of various cancers. They all wanted to die at home with only me caring for them with the exception of my brother who was in another state. I essentially became a full time hospice nurse and have much respect for them. Laying beside my family as they took their last breath was devastating. Taking care of then having them all die in such a short period of time coupled with my career in law enforcement left me, according to my doctor, with severe PTSD. Didn't realize it at first but it hit me hard and I'm still trying to deal with it. Seeing this question really resonated with me as my sister died early in the morning the day after my birthday which is June 21st.
I cannot tell you how much I admire what you did. Being that person who holds their hand is one of the most emotionally draining things to ever go through. I used to think that hospice workers were 'angels of death' until I met one that helped our family, and I will never take their work for granted again.
my grandad got cancer. he died about 10 weeks after diagnosis
I am very sorry for your loss. Losing someone is awful especially someone you are close to.
i agree. it sucks.
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im sorry to hear about that
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I'll leave out my chikdhood traumas of abuse even though that was the worst thing ever for this one that moght be more relatable.. I was 19 or 20. I went to shop at a Ralph's (a California store) at night. Thats not unusual to do, Ive done that many times. I was obviously alone minding my own business when I noticed these two guys watching me. Each aisle I went to they would stalk as well. I remember everything about them. Their hair, color clothes, how they wore their jeans. I dont think I will ever forget. Anyways, a guy coworker happened to be there with his daughter and I would occasionally bump into him in the aisles, you know how that happens, lol. So when these guys were stalking me I was trying to figure out how am I going to leave. They clearly want to do something when I go to my car. At night. In a semi lit lot. But I cant wander the store till closing. So I finally went to checkout and guess what? My guy coworker was checking out too! So I checked out hoping we would finish at the same time. I raced to catch up with him and he was being particularly goofy that night. Doing silly tricks on his cart with his daughter and being loud, it was hard for him to get serious. The 2 stalker guys followed at a distance outside, when I finally got my coworker friends attention (I'm practically yelling his name and I'm right next to him), the bad guys were behind me waiting to see what car I go to. I pointed to the guys and told my friend what has been happening and if he could help me load my stuff and stay till I'm driving away. He sees them, gets super serious. Tells his daughter to get in the car and lock the door. Then follows me to mine and helps me get going safely. I thank him and say I'll see him at work. As I drive away from the store front the stalker guys are still standing there, watching as I drive away. I to this day (15 years) I have not shopped at night.
I also have another one, which was probably the worst possible thing to happen to me in middle school. We got this new girl and she was in all my classes along with 2 of my friends. We were made as her buddies. On the first lunchtime, i found her walking around singing with tears in her eyes, I asked her what was wrong, she screamed at me and said 'NOT IN THE MOOD' i respected her and went away.
The next day she told everyone that i was her boyfriend and kept kissing me on the cheek. Whenever i told her to stop she would punch me in the nose. This was repetitive for about 6 months. I told my parents and we kept trying to tell the school but they wouldnt do anything. My parents thought that the school wasnt doing anything because i was antagonising her, which i definitely was NOT.
About a week after she started verbally abusing me and telling me that i hadnt 'matured' enough for her liking. At the same time, my core teacher was verbally abusing me everyday along with some other kids. Whenever a parent complained about the teacher, she would put them in the back row so while all this was happening with the girl there were about 6 of us in the back row.
About 2 weeks later, it was the sports carnival and after we were in the ceremony the girl took me to the bathroom so we could make out (her choice) i said no, then she took out a pocket knife and said i would die if i didnt. So i had my first kiss then and there in the GIRLS bathrooms.
Finally, the school listened to me and my parents and a few of us, the girl and the chaplain had a conversation, the chaplain basically told me that i was a wimp that couldnt stand up for myself and i should hit her back like a man would. I was torn between what to do so the next time she tried something,i hit her back and she started balling. I got sent to the principal and got a week suspension. I found this very unfair since she had NEVER gotten punished.
Eventually, she got a scholarship at another school (she was very smart) and left. I was RELIEVED. After that, however, the teachers gave me and a few of my other friends that she used to beat up another suspension because we didnt handle the situation properly.
Thats only a little bit that happened at my elementary school and middle school (they were next to eachother and were run the same). I am now at high school and have anxiety and did have depression from everything that had happened.
Is SO wrong the expectations on boys is so hypocritical as if girls can do no wrong and not be manipulating little bitches. I copped it at school bc l wasn't a golden child nd my son copped it also but luckily l was a wake up to it
I watched my dad die from pancreatic cancer. He was such a big man and by the time the cancer was done with him he looked like a little bird. He was my hero and always larger than life to me and I knew it had to hurt him to have his daughter clean him up and hold him upright. A few years after he died my mom had surgery to remove a benign tumor from her head...as a result she went blind and had a mild stroke. I take care of her needs now but it's strange how life can change in a span of a few years. I had 2 healthy vibrant parents not too long ago.
Molested by stranger at 6, by my father 7-13, raped by my boyfriend and his 5 mates at 15, Again at ages 19, 22, and 25. But l think the worst was age 35 went to a (picnic) with a "friend" didn't see anything wrong ...until he bought out battery cables nd l thought it was a joke....it wasn't. Long story short 18 hrs torture being electrocuted, raped and sodomized with a variety of things. Finally escaped and crawled off the mountain, only to have a couple of of burly guys telling me not to report it as they knew l had a son. I didn't need telling twice so l didn't. Now lm 60 and find l still don't feel a part of society.
I didn't read any of them before posting this so it may have been posted already but my mum had appendix cancer so that was scary. Don't worry, she's fine now.
When there was a big fire near our house so we had to evacuate at 1:00 AM. We frantically got into the car and just drove around completely panicked.
Finding out I had a debilitating disease with no cure that would cause me extreme pain at random throughout the rest of my life. But honestly, finding out was the worst part... every good day I've had since seems like a gift and I appreciate each one more. :)
Trafficked as an infant (in America,) I ended up enduring 8 straight years of psychological torture and abuse, with a rare day here or there where I was temporarily "rescued" by a friend to go to a movie or some such.
Being molested by mom's boyfriend(s,) and having her call me a liar when I finally spoke up.
CONSTIPATION.
Not really the worst but one of them. My toxic "friends" in 4th and 5th grade harassed me for being a little chubby. I will never forget the things I had to go through and to this day I'm always extremely self-conscious because of them. :(
Dealing with any issue where I have to call Xfinity/Comcast. They've taken money from my bank account and made me wait to get it back and ever since I reported them to the BBB my internet hasn't worked right. And why do I still have them do you ask...because even though they said at the time I can get out of my home services contract without penalty, I also have cell service with them and they said that my cell price is based off my home services and I can't cancel that one. So if I cancel all home services my cell phone bill will increase by $100 a month. So I cancelled everything but the internet and they can't even get that right....smh
Once, I was a child. My grandmother was an alcoholic. My mother and my father divorced, so I lived with my grandmother and my mother. And many times, my grandmother was put in the hospital for drinking. She lied, she went up to the store, and she bought wine. One time, On Halloween, she crashed the car into our house and then went backwards and crashed into another neighbors fence. I thought she would die. I was really scared, but my grandmother lived. and now she knows not to drink again
I used to be horrible at swimming and I accidentally almost drowned my friend or something. I don't really remember because I was panicking but it was really traumatic especially since my friend was basically unconscious. After I got on to the shore I threw up and then told my dad to go rescue my friend
I sneezed so hard I banged my head on my desk and bit my tongue.
My parents got divorced when I was young so I've been living with my mom for some years. They had planned on me going to live with my dad in another city but not for a while. My mum and I were on holiday when Corona struck. Long story short, I'm with my dad now. It's hard being away from her and I still call her in the mornings but sometimes I jus explode and burst out crying because I miss her so much.
that must be awful1 im sorry for you :( i hope you feel a bit better soon
Not the worst thing but I was really excited for my first concert. I was going with my cousin and we really liked this band. It was a final breakup tour. We get there and we'd seen the warmup act and then the bassist comes on and says that the lead singer has lost his voice so I spent my first concert listening to a mosh pit sing.
I've just seen others and mine is nothing compared to some other peoples.
one thing i must say is, if the title is 'worst experiences' its not gonna be sunshine and rainbows. if people are going to downvote becuase its sad, thats just pathetic
Agreed. I came here hoping it would be better (respect-wise,) than Reddit. My bad.
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im sry for the grammar and whatnot on mine but it was rly hard for me to even write this
I paid for a course and the teacher told me i look like someone they hate and criticized me for no reason so i left the course and wanted my money back but the academy refused to pay me back because i attended 15mins of the course. And if i want to take part of my money they want me to sign a paper that I don't share my experience with anyone at all. The academy name is challenge academy https://www.facebook.com/challengeEgypt/ They are literally theives
I watched my mother´s heart stop because of a massive pulmonary embolism. That was almost 7 years ago She survived, and beat death twice. But ever since it happened, at night on September 18th to 19th, I can could on one hand the amount of times I slept before midnight and every stronger "thud" sound makes me panic. but she is alive and that is all that matters. If you ever get an injury in your leg and feel dizzy and hard of breath a week or two later, get tested.
one thing i must say is, if the title is 'worst experiences' its not gonna be sunshine and rainbows. if people are going to downvote becuase its sad, thats just pathetic
Agreed. I came here hoping it would be better (respect-wise,) than Reddit. My bad.
Load More Replies... im sry for the grammar and whatnot on mine but it was rly hard for me to even write this
I paid for a course and the teacher told me i look like someone they hate and criticized me for no reason so i left the course and wanted my money back but the academy refused to pay me back because i attended 15mins of the course. And if i want to take part of my money they want me to sign a paper that I don't share my experience with anyone at all. The academy name is challenge academy https://www.facebook.com/challengeEgypt/ They are literally theives
I watched my mother´s heart stop because of a massive pulmonary embolism. That was almost 7 years ago She survived, and beat death twice. But ever since it happened, at night on September 18th to 19th, I can could on one hand the amount of times I slept before midnight and every stronger "thud" sound makes me panic. but she is alive and that is all that matters. If you ever get an injury in your leg and feel dizzy and hard of breath a week or two later, get tested.
