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Title: Share your scars
Post by: claws on December 05, 2010, 02:08:00 AM
When I was 4 or 5 my sisters and me played in our yard. One of my sisters stood on the lawn mower pretending to be a princess while the others pushed the lawn mower.
This was a push-from-behind lawn mower with wheel-driven open cylinder rotary blades.
I was running in front of the mower feeding the blades stems and long grass. And apparently my left middle finger.
The next thing I remember I was sitting on my mothers lap in the emergency room staring at my finger. It was sliced open and peeled like a banana exposing the phalanx (bone). They stitched it back together and yeah, I have a small scar underneath my fingertip as a reminder.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: El Misfit on December 05, 2010, 02:47:00 AM
when I was 11, I got a scar right by my right eye via doing somethin stupid, when the end of a Lacrosse, with no guard, punctured the right side of my right eye, nearly taking out my eyeball! :buggedout: 


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: BTM on December 05, 2010, 04:56:45 AM
I've got a couple.. once when I was about three or so, I feel off the couch and hit my head on the coffee table.  Keep in mind, we had a marble coffee table (well, dunno if it was marble exactly, but some hard substance or another.)  I got a pretty big gash in my head, and had to have stitches.  According to my mom, a police officer was there interviewing me about what happen, and she said I wanted to talk about everything BUT hitting my head.

Then, about a month later I hit it.  Even though I had another (smaller) gash, mom didn't bother to take me to the hospital this time.

BUT wait, there's more!  Years later I went to my first water slide, Lickity-Split in Cape Girardeau, MO (dunno if it's still there).  Unlike a lot of water slides which are fiberglass, this was was essentially blue colored concrete.  Well, one of the big things they liked to do at the slide was have "chains" of people with two or more pads go high up on a certain part of the wall, and sometimes, the person in front would actually go OVER the wall, into God only knows what.  

Even though I had NO idea what was on the other side of the wall (could have been a fifty foot drop for all I knew) I became obsessed with wanting to over it.  (I was 12, I impressed easily back then.)  Well, by sheer coincidence, my older sister's ex-boyfriend happened to be there (he was in high school at the time) and I mentioned my little obsession with him.

He said, "Oh, you want to go over the wall?  I can do that!"  

I'm like, "Sure, sounds great!"

You see, I THOUGHT he knew some way to angle the mat so it would get really high up the wall, but no, that's not what he meant.  What he did was put his feet on my back and try to SHOVE me up the wall.  Well, needless to say, I didn't make it.  I came back down, hit my head and had to (once again) get stitches.  

Other than that, I did enjoy the water slide, but have since wondered what the hell the designers were thinking going with colored concrete... but anyway.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Trevor on December 05, 2010, 07:05:53 AM
Mine are many and all are internal:

Abandoned almost after birth by my biological parents who treated me as a piece of unwanted garbage. I would love to meet them again some day in order to make them suffer the way I have. Their treatment of me and the hatred I have for them is the machine that drives me daily.

Adopted by a childless couple who kept me grounded for years and my mom still does.

Lived through a bloody civil war.

Raped and mentally and verbally abused in a boarding school at the age of 16.

Result: one seriously messed up human being. But I cope and have coped for these many years and God willing, I'll continue to cope.  


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Jack on December 05, 2010, 07:40:48 AM
When I was a little kid I used to hang out on the neighbor's farm.  We were making hay (harvesting the alfalfa crop), which consisted of taking a tractor and wagon out into the field, picking up the hay bales and taking them back to the barn.  They had a hay elevator

(http://i702.photobucket.com/albums/ww28/jackc8/hay-elevator.jpg?t=1291551701)

which was powered by the power take off shaft from a tractor.  You put the hay bales on the bottom and it would carry them up to the hay barn (second floor of the barn).  So us kids would ride up the hay elevator to get to the hay barn, where we would grab the bales as they came off the end of the thing and stack them in huge piles.  To this day I still don't remember how it happened, but as I was riding up the thing, I apparently got caught on it and ended up having my legs getting sucked into the top end of it.  Of course it took them 20 or 30 seconds to turn it off.  Then a half hour to get it disassembled to the point where I could be extracted.  Ambulance, several weeks in the hospital, lots of agonizing pain - good rimes!  Now I've got a small, 3/4" diameter scar on each knee.

Other than that, one time I was riding my dirt bike around the barn really fast, but as I came around a corner, I was quite surprised to see the barbed wire gate was closed.  Could have sworn it was open earlier.  Anyhow, hit that thing doing a pretty good speed.  Got a small  scar on my right middle finger from that.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Olivia Bauer on December 05, 2010, 09:16:20 AM
After sitting down for a few hours watching "Annie" I got sick of sitting around and went for a walk outside. I made my way down the patio stairs when I got distracted by my own thoughts. I was near the bottom when I realized I missed a step. I started falling, but I analyzed the problem quickly and pushed out my right foot to soften the blow. My right foot slammed on the concrete and my body twisted away from my foot. I fell over in pain. I tried to move myself and crawl up the stairs but my ankle hurt too much. Right next to me was a pool of rocks under the patio. I grabbed rocks and chucked them at the side of the house screaming for my sister. I was out there for about three minutes screaming and tossing rocks until she finally came out to investigate weird noises. She pulled me into the house.

The ankle never fully healed. I spent several weeks in a wheelchair. Unfortunately I had trouble getting from class to class. I lacked the upper-body strength the move the wheels. It got so bad all my teachers released me a few minutes early. A para from my special-ed class (Asperger's syndrome. Never talk to me about it. I'll give you negative karma if you bring it up.)  was supposed to come for me to move me from class to class. But the dumb [Expletive Deleted] got distracted and never came for me sometimes. It was more than once too. Luckily I ran into random nice people in the hallway who would push me to the elevator.

Today the ankle hurts randomly. Sometimes I'm fine and other times the pain comes back. I received this wound last year going on two years ago.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: indianasmith on December 05, 2010, 09:23:58 AM
When I was 11, my next door neighbor caught me a bullfrog.  Mom didn't want it in the house, so I moved my 10 gallon aquarium outside, filled it half full of water, put the frog in it, and covered it.  Next day I came home from school to realize I had put Mr. Froggy on the WEST side of the house, where the afternoon sun was threatening to turn him into frog soup.  I grabbed the frog and put him in my Dad's minnow bucket, then picked up the tank - water and all - and tried to carry it around to the other side of the house.  Of course, it was tremendously heavy with all that water in it, and a few yards into the carry, I punched my knee through the side of the tank, slashing a vicious gash right across my kneecap.  I dropped the tank and ran inside, but no one else was home yet.  So I wrapped a towel around my leg and watchd cartoons till my sister got home.  She looked at my knee and said "Oh, gross!  You bled all over the carpet!" and went to listen to her stereo. (Sis and I never were that close!)  Then my Mom came in, saw my leg, freaked, CARRIED me to the car, and took me to the ER.  It took about four people to hold me down while they injected my leg with something to numb the pain.  But then I sat and watched with great interest as they sewed up the gash on my knww.  Fourteen outside stitches, and more on the inside - it had sliced clean down to the kneecap.  For the next two weeks I charged my classmates a quarter each to take off the bandage and let them look at the wound as it healed.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Doggett on December 05, 2010, 09:27:17 AM
No scars.
No serious illnesses.


No hospital or GP visits


Its weird, I'm as fit as a fiddle and I've never seen, or even registered, with a Doctor in my life.



Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Umaril The Unfeathered on December 05, 2010, 01:42:02 PM
1995:

I was working on a PVC vinyl model kit of Hellaiser's Pinhead. I had heated the vinly (sorry, that's vinyl)  too hot and it was too soft, and when I went to cut it with a modelling knife, I applied too much force.

The result, was that the knife went right thru the vinyl, AND the palm of my left hand. I sliced it wide open and it looked like I had an open mouth underneath the pinkie of my left hand.  I could see everything inside the wound, which I then had seen extended from my left ring finger to my pinkie.

Freak out time.. :buggedout:

I bled like a motherf*cker until I got to the hospital for 12 stitches.  My mom, as always, was totally hysterical until it was all solved.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: 3mnkids on December 05, 2010, 01:44:08 PM
I've got a bunch

Scar on my wrist from putting my hand through a glass storm door when I was 2. Almost 40 yrs later and I can still see where they put the stitches. It looks like I tried to kill myself   :lookingup:

One inch scar on my forehead from a bobcat my neighbors had tied up their yard. I was 3 and curious.

Scar down the center of my nose from a hit and run accident when I was 6. I was on the handle bars of my cousins bike when we were hit. I slid down the gravel road on my face. I have two small scars on my elbows from the same accident. They never found the driver.

Horseshoe shaped scar right by my eye. I was in a car accident and I hit the corner of the rear view mirror. Spent almost two weeks in the hospital with a concussion and other various issues.

C-section scar... luckily the Dr. cut in the same place all three times so it doesn't look that bad.

Scar on my arm from a hot cookie sheet pan. Dont ask    :lookingup:


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: The Gravekeeper on December 05, 2010, 01:44:17 PM
I've been bitten, kicked, thrown off of, rolled on, and even headbutted by horses, bitten by dogs, attacked by various house and barn cats, and you know what? I don't have a single scar from any of those incidents! Even when they drew blood and left wounds that took weeks to heal! Nooo...I have to go and get scarred from accidentally burning myself getting cookies out of the oven or scraping against something.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Umaril The Unfeathered on December 05, 2010, 01:49:58 PM
I've got a bunch

Scar on my wrist from putting my hand through a glass storm door when I was 2. Almost 40 yrs later and I can still see where they put the stitches. It looks like I tried to kill myself   :lookingup:

One inch scar on my forehead from a bobcat my neighbors had tied up their yard. I was 3 and curious.

Scar down the center of my nose from a hit and run accident when I was 6. I was on the handle bars of my cousins bike when we were hit. I slid down the gravel road on my face. I have two small scars on my elbows from the same accident. They never found the driver.

Horseshoe shaped scar right by my eye. I was in a car accident and I hit the corner of the rear view mirror. Spent almost two weeks in the hospital with a concussion and other various issues.

C-section scar... luckily the Dr. cut in the same place all three times so it doesn't look that bad.

Scar on my arm from a hot cookie sheet pan. Dont ask    :lookingup:

WOW, you've been one busy lady! 

Makes the rest of us pale in comparison. God bless ya'!   :buggedout:


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Couchtr26 on December 05, 2010, 02:02:17 PM
Not much, the only real one I don't even remember.  It is on my left arm and about 3 inches long.  It has been there as long as I have been around as far as I know. 


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Mr. DS on December 05, 2010, 08:52:30 PM
1.) One on my forehead where I received 12 to 13 stitches when I was 2.  I had tripped over some clothes in my brother's bedroom and smashed my forehead on his nightstand.  Oddly I still recall the doctor sewing me up and yelling at me to "shut up".  

2.) Right leg from a bug bite that I received a few years ago.  It was immensely swelled and I had to go on a few meds for it.  It left a black mark on my calve, not sure why.  

3.) It has faded a bit but I used to have a nice one on my elbow from falling off an alpine slide.

4.) I have a few on my arms which I received from my oven.  I always seem to miscalculate it's height.  My wife doesn't too so I don't feel as stupid.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: retrorussell on December 05, 2010, 10:02:25 PM
I was 12 or 13 when one day my little brother was swinging a baseball bat.  He let go and it collided with my skull.  I had to go inside the house and let my stepmom know and I started dripping blood everywhere.  The neighbor was talking with her and almost passed out when she saw my bloody head.  Got 5 stitches and you can still see the scar on the top of my head (easier to see now that I've lost most of my hair on top).


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: BTM on December 06, 2010, 04:58:53 AM

Oh, yeah, I also cut my thumb open with a band saw.  It was in shop class in 7th class and was doing a particularly tough piece of wood.  I'd made the mistake of having my thumb in the wrong place when the piece I was working abruptly went through.  Got about six or so stitches from that. 

Before that I kind of enjoyed working in shop class, but after that I lost my interesting in playing around with sharp things.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: RCMerchant on December 06, 2010, 06:37:45 AM
Mine are many and all are internal:

Abandoned almost after birth by my biological parents who treated me as a piece of unwanted garbage. I would love to meet them again some day in order to make them suffer the way I have. Their treatment of me and the hatred I have for them is the machine that drives me daily.

Adopted by a childless couple who kept me grounded for years and my mom still does.

Lived through a bloody civil war.

Raped and mentally and verbally abused in a boarding school at the age of 16.

Result: one seriously messed up human being. But I cope and have coped for these many years and God willing, I'll continue to cope.  

For having such a terrifying chilhood...you turned out to be a really nice guy.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: RCMerchant on December 06, 2010, 06:48:38 AM
I have a scar on my chin when I ate a sterring wheel in a truck wreck in 1985.
A scar on my knee from same wreck.
A ciggette burn on the back of my left hand from a dumb bet involving a 5 dollar bill.
A round scar on my left wrist from falling into a bon fire in 1981 (a hot nail inna board).
A scar between my thumb and fore finger from trying to open a can of chili with a buck knife in 1994.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Trevor on December 06, 2010, 07:13:38 AM
For having such a terrifying chilhood...you turned out to be a really nice guy.

Thanks man *HUG*  :smile:


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: AndyC on December 06, 2010, 09:53:02 AM
I have a small scar in one ear from hitting a coffee table while wrestling with my brother. I was in about Grade 3 at the time. The coffee table was one my dad built a couple of years earlier, specifically because we kept wrecking the flimsy coffee table in the rec room. This one was made from 2x8 lumber, joined with four-inch spikes, then sanded and finished. Very modern looking, and virtually indestructible, so when I collided with it, the table didn't budge.

I've got a large zipper scar up both sides of my right ankle, from having a broken tibia and fibula plated on New Years Day in the early 90s. The irony is I didn't do much on New Years Eve, wasn't particularly intoxicated, and a friend and I were walking back to my place with a pizza when I slipped on a patch of ice. I spent the night in Emergency (which is a lively place in the wee hours of Jan. 1), and a good part of New Years Day either in surgery or under anaesthetic. The weird thing was, I shared a hospital room with a guy who had the exact same injury the night before, from slipping on ice. It was just on the other leg. They told me there were actually three of us, but I never met the other guy.

I also have a small scar on my forehead from an outdoor party about 12 years ago. I was pretty drunk, went to find my beer cooler, flipped over it in the dark and hit my head on a rock.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Umaril The Unfeathered on December 06, 2010, 11:13:18 AM
For having such a terrifying chilhood...you turned out to be a really nice guy.

Indeed, he DID turn out to be a pretty cool guy!  I'll drink to that one  :cheers:

Thanks man *HUG*  :smile:

Very cool!  :smile:



Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Umaril The Unfeathered on December 06, 2010, 11:20:36 AM
Another scar  I have is on what is left of my left thumb. The left side of my left thumb was lopped off back in the 80's, when I was cutting carrots with a huge knife.

Not realizing my thumb was there, I pushed down and felt the pain, and saw blood literaly running out of my left thumb, with the piece I cut off laying on the board among the carrot slices.

Noone believed me because of my prior history of practical jokes, but many a face turned white as a sheet when they saw what happened.

I saturated 3 washrags trying to stop the blood.  Trip to the ER, some Betadine solution and a tetanus shot, and a month or so,  and eventually it all grew back.

Problem now is, it's all callous and that side of my thumb feels like it's made of iron.
This was one of the more serious incidents of my youth.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: BTM on December 07, 2010, 03:06:44 AM
No scars.
No serious illnesses.

No hospital or GP visits

Its weird, I'm as fit as a fiddle and I've never seen, or even registered, with a Doctor in my life.

Ahh, well, lucky you!

(coughwussycough)



Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Flick James on December 07, 2010, 02:07:10 PM
I have a small scar on my left wrist, and happens to be in a place that would suggest I once tried to do myself in. Not the case, but it looks like it. It was a simple vegetable-cutting error, due in part to the hazards associated with using a dull knife. I managed to stop the bleeding right about the time I was deciding the emergency room might be warranted.

Other than that, no scars or broken bones. Surprising considering some of the stupid s**t I pulled on a bicycle as a boy.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Allhallowsday on December 07, 2010, 10:25:00 PM
It was my right thumb... crushed in a door jamb, but it works fine.  
Otherwise, I have two head scars and two abdominal scars and one each of those were bad.  


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: AndyC on December 08, 2010, 09:04:55 AM
Almost forgot the vaguely triangular burn scar on my one forearm. Lifted up a lawnmower right after using it and forgot about the hot muffler. Ow.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Olivia Bauer on December 08, 2010, 07:04:43 PM
Almost forgot the vaguely triangular burn scar on my one forearm. Lifted up a lawnmower right after using it and forgot about the hot muffler. Ow.

I burn myself all the time.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Mr. DS on December 08, 2010, 08:48:52 PM
Almost forgot the vaguely triangular burn scar on my one forearm. Lifted up a lawnmower right after using it and forgot about the hot muffler. Ow.

I burn myself all the time.
That happened to my brother.  I learned my lesson hearing him scream.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: AndyC on December 09, 2010, 10:39:50 AM
I rate all burns against a friend of mine who dumped a whole fryer full of hot grease on his feet while working at a KFC in high school. At that time, throwing out the old grease involved lifting the pan right out of the fryer and lugging it across the parking lot to dump it. The really insidious thing about grease is it clings to you and keeps on burning. Soaked right through his shoes and socks and pantlegs. As he described it, the pain was so intense he blacked out pretty quickly, and has very little recollection of what happened between the accident and the hospital. According to the girl working the counter, he mostly yelled profanities at passers-by until help arrived. For weeks, he was changing dressings several times a day, and going through ointment by the tub. His feet were something to see, I can tell you.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: BTM on January 08, 2011, 02:18:00 AM
I rate all burns against a friend of mine who dumped a whole fryer full of hot grease on his feet while working at a KFC in high school. At that time, throwing out the old grease involved lifting the pan right out of the fryer and lugging it across the parking lot to dump it. The really insidious thing about grease is it clings to you and keeps on burning. Soaked right through his shoes and socks and pantlegs. As he described it, the pain was so intense he blacked out pretty quickly, and has very little recollection of what happened between the accident and the hospital. According to the girl working the counter, he mostly yelled profanities at passers-by until help arrived. For weeks, he was changing dressings several times a day, and going through ointment by the tub. His feet were something to see, I can tell you.


DAMN!  Can't imagine how painful that must have been. 

Were his shoes like melted into his skin or anything?  Was he able to walk for awhile afterward or did he have to use crutches or something?

Man, just thinking about that makes me shudder.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: AndyC on January 08, 2011, 10:12:27 AM
He was on crutches for at least a couple of months. Took the skin right off his feet. You know what it's like when you rip open a blister? Everything from the ankles down was like that, and perhaps a bit worse, since the layer beneath would have been damaged too. He was out of school for probably three weeks to a month.

It didn't melt his shoes or socks that I'm aware of, but they did soak up a lot of hot oil and keep it next to his skin.

Surprisingly, I don't think there was much permanent scarring. At least, nothing I noticed in later years. I should call him up and ask him about it. I haven't spoken to the guy in about five years.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Raffine on January 08, 2011, 01:52:10 PM
Anybody remember those big 32 oz. glass Coke bottles? They came in a plastic six pack.

I was loading some into my mom's truck at the grocery store when one bumped the latch. It and the surrounding bottles exploded in a hellstorm of broken glass and fizzy Coke. I still have scars on my forearms where several pieces of glass embedded themselves.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Umaril The Unfeathered on January 08, 2011, 03:03:13 PM
Anybody remember those big 32 oz. glass Coke bottles? They came in a plastic six pack.

I was loading some into my mom's truck at the grocery store when one bumped the latch. It and the surrounding bottles exploded in a hellstorm of broken glass and fizzy Coke. I still have scars on my forearms where several pieces of glass embedded themselves.

I remember those things...I never had an accident myself, but I do remember being at the A&P with my mom when I was around 6 years old, and seeing the same thing happen to a lady who hastily put two huge soda bottles into her cart, dropping one on the other.

The resulting BOOM! and the blast startled me, as well as seeing the blood that was all over the lady's arms from getting cut. Those things were dangerous.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Killer Bees on January 09, 2011, 04:57:24 AM
Mine are many and all are internal:

Abandoned almost after birth by my biological parents who treated me as a piece of unwanted garbage. I would love to meet them again some day in order to make them suffer the way I have. Their treatment of me and the hatred I have for them is the machine that drives me daily.

Adopted by a childless couple who kept me grounded for years and my mom still does.

Lived through a bloody civil war.

Raped and mentally and verbally abused in a boarding school at the age of 16.

Result: one seriously messed up human being. But I cope and have coped for these many years and God willing, I'll continue to cope.  

Trevor, my internal scars are nowhere near as awful as yours and I'm sorry for your pain.  I too was abused physically, emotionally and mentally by my stepfather and to a large extent by my mother until I left home at 18.  He never touched me other than to beat me so I was spared any sexual abuse by him, thank God.

I was frequently sexually assaulted by one of stepdad's friend's when I was about 14.  I would baby sit this couple's six month old son which I enjoyed but the dad would come into the baby's room and put his hand up my skirt and fondle me rather forcefully. I was quite naive but I was never stupid but I wondered why he seemed to enjoy it so much.  Because of the repressive violent homelife I had, it never occurred to me to say no.  The sick thing was, I thought he was doing it because he really liked me.  He was the only man who touched me in a way that didn't physically hurt me.

I never told my parents about this.  In fact, nobody knows this except anyone who is reading this post and at least I have anonimity on my side.  Besides, my stepfather would have blamed me for leading his friends on.

But you grow up and you learn to deal and you live through the pain and embarrassment and feeling of helplessness and hopefully you find some measure of peace and joy in your life.  And if you're really lucky and eat all your vegetables you find a man who truly loves you and respects you and supports you and life becomes something wonderful and special.

I did and I thank whatever God is up there that he came into my life.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Umaril The Unfeathered on January 09, 2011, 10:57:51 AM
That really sucks....my turn, I guess.

First off, my love and some hugs to Trevor and Killer Bees for their experiences too.  :teddyr:

I myself, had an alcoholic father, and my grandfather, (husband of my maternal grandmother) was also the same, but worse. 

My dad's abuse was mostly verbal, but my grandfather  was a physical abuser first class.  I won't go into some of the things he did (too long a list) but some of the stuff he did to my mom, uncle and my grandmother were real winners too. Stuff I really don't want to repeat. 

I will give you one though:   One time when I was 7, I accidentally got sand on the seat of my grandfather's truck when we came home from the beach. I got the metal buckle end of a strap to my leg, and was grabbed by the hair and dragged back and forth from the truck to the garbage can as I was forced to clean the sand up with a broom and dustpan.

That is, until my grandmother came out and went to town on him with a broomhandle and my mom called the police. It was that incident that was the blow to their marriage. My grams and gramps divorced shortly after.

Some short years later, as an early teen, my father got worse and then I had him to deal with. 

Not to mention my grandmother marrying another alcoholic over the guilt she felt for not being able to help my grandfather. She got this one clean and sober, but for years we (and I) had to put up with is his abuse too on top of my father. And to show his gratitude for my grandmother getting him sober, he cheated on her until her dying day in 2001.

It was our greatest pleasure to throw the SOB out on his ear when my uncle got the house after my grandmother's passing.  :cheers: :smile: :cheers:

There's alot more I could go on about with my father during that time up and until my mom's divorce in 1980 and my grandmother's passing in 2001, but it's too long to list.

Like a lot of you who had the same experiences, I had to find my own way and accept the fact that I had to pick up the pieces of a childhood that was partially denied, as I was forced to grow up and deal with things while only being a boy in a man's world.



Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: macabre on January 09, 2011, 01:30:12 PM
hi
First let me say that one of the things that i admire about all you guys and ladies on this site is the Honesty and Sincerity that you have for one another.I am amazed at how upfront some of you are with your personal details,afterall the only contact you guys have is through this site and yet all of you are more than willing to open up your hearts.I  truly do salute you all for the input you give via this site,
I have a few small scars made mostly by my wife when she was going through her bleak period.
Once again i salute you guys for your integrity and honesty and i look forward to more in this coming year.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: RCMerchant on January 09, 2011, 03:34:19 PM
Mine are many and all are internal:

Abandoned almost after birth by my biological parents who treated me as a piece of unwanted garbage. I would love to meet them again some day in order to make them suffer the way I have. Their treatment of me and the hatred I have for them is the machine that drives me daily.

Adopted by a childless couple who kept me grounded for years and my mom still does.
Lived through a bloody civil war.

Raped and mentally and verbally abused in a boarding school at the age of 16.

Result: one seriously messed up human being. But I cope and have coped for these many years and God willing, I'll continue to cope.  

Trevor, my internal scars are nowhere near as awful as yours and I'm sorry for your pain.  I too was abused physically, emotionally and mentally by my stepfather and to a large extent by my mother until I left home at 18.  He never touched me other than to beat me so I was spared any sexual abuse by him, thank God.

I was frequently sexually assaulted by one of stepdad's friend's when I was about 14.  I would baby sit this couple's six month old son which I enjoyed but the dad would come into the baby's room and put his hand up my skirt and fondle me rather forcefully. I was quite naive but I was never stupid but I wondered why he seemed to enjoy it so much.  Because of the repressive violent homelife I had, it never occurred to me to say no.  The sick thing was, I thought he was doing it because he really liked me.  He was the only man who touched me in a way that didn't physically hurt me.

I never told my parents about this.  In fact, nobody knows this except anyone who is reading this post and at least I have anonimity on my side.  Besides, my stepfather would have blamed me for leading his friends on.

But you grow up and you learn to deal and you live through the pain and embarrassment and feeling of helplessness and hopefully you find some measure of peace and joy in your life.  And if you're really lucky and eat all your vegetables you find a man who truly loves you and respects you and supports you and life becomes something wonderful and special.

I did and I thank whatever God is up there that he came into my life.

Bless you and Tervor. I too was beat as a kid. My Dad didnt use the belt-he used the buckle. He beat my Ma so bad -me and my brothers would hide under the bed-downstairs we would her screaming-Ma screaming-Dad beating the s**t out of her. We would get up when dad left-and Ma would have her eyes swollen shut-her mouth bleeding-he knocked out her front teeth-holes in the walls-we would gather around Ma and hug her and cry. Dad was a basterd. He punched me so hard in the face when I was 12 that I was knocked out. He threw my sister Brenda down a flight of stairs leading into the basement. I hated him. I know it was nowhere as bad as you guys went threw-but I can identify. Again-You both turned out to be beautiful people-and-again-God bless you.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: HappyGilmore on January 09, 2011, 11:18:55 PM
So, never stand behind a metal door when your boss is p**sed off at his coked-out ex girlfriend and decides to start running around smashing stuff as a result of an argument they had.  Cause then he'll slam said door on your head, causing your glasses (I no longer wear them) to smash up into your face and the door cracks your nose.  I now have a slight scar on my eye area as a result of the ER visit and the stitches I got.

Also, I've been assaulted many, many times, and have a few scars and what not as a result.

Not to mention the severe emotional scars I bear on a consistent basis that I refuse to go into right now.



Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: El Misfit on January 09, 2011, 11:25:51 PM
ehh, had a jumping jack firework pack blow up in my hand.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: 100Nights on January 10, 2011, 01:09:56 AM
I think my best scar story is from my senior prom
it was at a museum, where there are this wide stairway that descends down the front (union terminal if you're near SW ohio)
I have this habit of jumping the stairs or 3 at a time. I mean just leaping off of them and then landing, i dont land anything more than 3 or 4 feet down.
We were leaving prom, and I of course have to go bounding down the steps. what I fail to take into account is that I am wearing leather bottomed shoes.
The ones that were provided with my tux. so when i go to land, my feet don't stick right so my whole weight has too much momentum and i topple forward.
i rip open the side of my left knee (the scar is probably 6" tall and 4" wide), i destroy the pants of my tux.
My date is aghast, but it is my friend and his date who come to help me.
they had given us these champagne flutes with a candle in them as our prom gift and so that was in several pieces in my hand.
so i have to return the tux pants torn covered in blood. I signed the damage waiver so I owed them jack. which was awesome.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Trevor on January 10, 2011, 04:20:43 AM
I was frequently sexually assaulted by one of stepdad's friend's when I was about 14.  I would baby sit this couple's six month old son which I enjoyed but the dad would come into the baby's room and put his hand up my skirt and fondle me rather forcefully. I was quite naive but I was never stupid but I wondered why he seemed to enjoy it so much.  Because of the repressive violent homelife I had, it never occurred to me to say no.  The sick thing was, I thought he was doing it because he really liked me.  He was the only man who touched me in a way that didn't physically hurt me.
I never told my parents about this.  In fact, nobody knows this except anyone who is reading this post and at least I have anonimity on my side.  Besides, my stepfather would have blamed me for leading his friends on.

Damnit, that is beyond sad, KillerBees.  :bluesad: :bluesad:

If I ever come to where you are, please (a) let me give you a hug and (b) please point me in the direction of the bastard that did that to you: I will carve the word PAEDOPHILE on his forehead with a rusty knife.  :hatred:

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But you grow up and you learn to deal and you live through the pain and embarrassment and feeling of helplessness and hopefully you find some measure of peace and joy in your life.  And if you're really lucky and eat all your vegetables you find a man who truly loves you and respects you and supports you and life becomes something wonderful and special. I did and I thank whatever God is up there that he came into my life.

Please do me one more favour: go over to your man and give him a big hug from me. When he asks what that was for, tell him that you have this friend in South Africa who asked me to do that for you.  :smile:


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Killer Bees on January 10, 2011, 05:59:12 AM
I was frequently sexually assaulted by one of stepdad's friend's when I was about 14.  I would baby sit this couple's six month old son which I enjoyed but the dad would come into the baby's room and put his hand up my skirt and fondle me rather forcefully. I was quite naive but I was never stupid but I wondered why he seemed to enjoy it so much.  Because of the repressive violent homelife I had, it never occurred to me to say no.  The sick thing was, I thought he was doing it because he really liked me.  He was the only man who touched me in a way that didn't physically hurt me.
I never told my parents about this.  In fact, nobody knows this except anyone who is reading this post and at least I have anonimity on my side.  Besides, my stepfather would have blamed me for leading his friends on.

Damnit, that is beyond sad, KillerBees.  :bluesad: :bluesad:

If I ever come to where you are, please (a) let me give you a hug and (b) please point me in the direction of the bastard that did that to you: I will carve the word PAEDOPHILE on his forehead with a rusty knife.  :hatred:

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But you grow up and you learn to deal and you live through the pain and embarrassment and feeling of helplessness and hopefully you find some measure of peace and joy in your life.  And if you're really lucky and eat all your vegetables you find a man who truly loves you and respects you and supports you and life becomes something wonderful and special. I did and I thank whatever God is up there that he came into my life.

Please do me one more favour: go over to your man and give him a big hug from me. When he asks what that was for, tell him that you have this friend in South Africa who asked me to do that for you.  :smile:

Thanks Trevor, I will tell my wonderful partner what you said.  He is very surprised that I don't hold any grudges or have any baggage dragging behind me.  I did for a many years but a lot of spiritual reading helped me through it.  I tell him that I don't begrudge having any of these experiences because it's made me the person who I am and after many years of being overweight with depression and self loathing, I actually now like the person I am today.

I take my hat off to everyone who's been through s**tty things in their lives.   I know that my experiences were nowhere near as bad as some people's so I count my blessings every day.

Even now it still amazes me how rotten people can be.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Trevor on January 10, 2011, 06:03:21 AM
First off, my love and some hugs to Trevor and Killer Bees for their experiences too.  :teddyr:

Right back at you.  :smile: :thumbup:
 

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I will give you one though:   One time when I was 7, I accidentally got sand on the seat of my grandfather's truck when we came home from the beach. I got the metal buckle end of a strap to my leg, and was grabbed by the hair and dragged back and forth from the truck to the garbage can as I was forced to clean the sand up with a broom and dustpan. That is, until my grandmother came out and went to town on him with a broomhandle and my mom called the police. It was that incident that was the blow to their marriage. My grams and gramps divorced shortly after.

Some short years later, as an early teen, my father got worse and then I had him to deal with.  Not to mention my grandmother marrying another alcoholic over the guilt she felt for not being able to help my grandfather. She got this one clean and sober, but for years we (and I) had to put up with is his abuse too on top of my father. And to show his gratitude for my grandmother getting him sober, he cheated on her until her dying day in 2001. It was our greatest pleasure to throw the SOB out on his ear when my uncle got the house after my grandmother's passing.  :cheers: :smile: :cheers:

I would have personally thrown the SOB out on his f****** head for doing that to you.  :hatred:

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Like a lot of you who had the same experiences, I had to find my own way and accept the fact that I had to pick up the pieces of a childhood that was partially denied, as I was forced to grow up and deal with things while only being a boy in a man's world.

The abuse I suffered made me who I am today: someone who gets by in life but just gets by, nothing more than that. I am a broken person but my friends here, my family and especially the young ones in my life are the glue that holds me together. For that, thank you and  :smile:


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Trevor on January 10, 2011, 06:08:34 AM
Bless you and Tervor. I too was beat as a kid. My Dad didnt use the belt-he used the buckle. He beat my Ma so bad -me and my brothers would hide under the bed-downstairs we would her screaming-Ma screaming-Dad beating the s**t out of her. We would get up when dad left-and Ma would have her eyes swollen shut-her mouth bleeding-he knocked out her front teeth-holes in the walls-we would gather around Ma and hug her and cry. Dad was a basterd. He punched me so hard in the face when I was 12 that I was knocked out. He threw my sister Brenda down a flight of stairs leading into the basement. I hated him. I know it was nowhere as bad as you guys went threw-but I can identify. Again-You both turned out to be beautiful people-and-again-God bless you.

Oh, hell, Ronnie: that is awful to read. Put me in a room with that guy, give me a cricket bat and I will use his f******* head for a ball.  :hatred:


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Trevor on January 10, 2011, 06:14:37 AM
I tell him that I don't begrudge having any of these experiences because it's made me the person who I am and after many years of being overweight with depression and self loathing, I actually now like the person I am today.

I actually don't like the person I see in the mirror just yet ~ and I haven't for many years ~ but I am getting there.

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Even now it still amazes me how rotten people can be.

Those are unfortunately very true words indeed.  :bluesad:


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Killer Bees on January 11, 2011, 03:14:52 AM
Trevor, I'm very happy to hear that your sense of self worth is improving.  It's quite liberating when you realise that you don't have to be what some rotten SOB says you are.  You can be who or whatever you want, good or bad.  Life is all a choice.  And if someone says you are a wonderful person it's because you are.  No proof required.

For what it's worth, I am very proud of you for keeping body and soul together and for soldiering on in spite of all the rotten things you've been through.  It just goes to show you that you are a wonderful man with much to offer the world.  You've certainly kept me going over the years when I was having a hard time in my life.  Even if I never said anything.  This website is a great community of hilarious conversations, crazy posters and eye opening information.

How do I know all these things?  I'm a woman and we know everything.  Just ask anyone.   :teddyr:    :teddyr:    :teddyr:    :teddyr:


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Trevor on January 11, 2011, 03:31:20 AM
Trevor, I'm very happy to hear that your sense of self worth is improving.  

My sense of self worth is improving but my undies are deteriorating. Rapidly.  :buggedout: :buggedout: :wink:

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For what it's worth, I am very proud of you for keeping body and soul together and for soldiering on in spite of all the rotten things you've been through.  It just goes to show you that you are a wonderful man with much to offer the world.  You've certainly kept me going over the years when I was having a hard time in my life.  

Awwww........ *HUG*  :smile: :smile:

If you want a laugh, read my reviews of City of The Living Dead and The Protector: I had fun writing those.  :teddyr:

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This website is a great community of hilarious conversations, crazy posters and eye opening information.

 :thumbup: :thumbup: This is more than a website community: this is a family.

Aaaaannnnnnnnddddd........... another hug for you.  :smile:

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How do I know all these things?  I'm a woman and we know everything.  Just ask anyone.   :teddyr:    :teddyr:    :teddyr:    :teddyr:

Amen, sister!  :teddyr:


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Newt on January 11, 2011, 03:54:18 PM
I don't have many visible scars, and my emotional/psychological ones are hardly worth mentioning in present company.

I do have changes to my bones.  I was not even aware of most of it (as in I did not know how much damage I had done at the time, since no out-and-out fractures were involved): then I had x-rays done of my shoulders (for another condition) and the orthopaedic surgeon who looked at the films began 'reading' my history of injuries to me... :buggedout:  I've had my share of falls, wrenches and bumps.  (I break and train horses for a living).  As long as everything continues to work just fine, I don't want to know what tales the rest of me tell!


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: AndyC on January 11, 2011, 04:37:25 PM
As far as bones go, I have quite a bit of metal in my right ankle from the break I mentioned previously. A long plate, a lot of screws and maybe a pin or two. I still have copies of the xrays stashed somewhere, showing the whole thing. You can just faintly make out the Phillips heads on the screws.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Cthulhu on January 13, 2011, 05:53:18 PM
I can't share my scars.
It would make me easier to identify after the murders start.


What?


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: RCMerchant on January 13, 2011, 06:18:51 PM
I can't share my scars.
It would make me easier to identify after the murders start.


What?

What? What indeed. What? Your not serious,I pray.  :bluesad:

I say this because I have a brother in law (Leroy-who shot a guy with a 12 gauge-killed him) who is in prison for murder-and my step brother is (as yet uncaught) a serial killer. Its not something I am proud of. But it is a fact. I shouldnt even be talking about this-Dad and his wife wont even talk to me now because I had the idiocy to state it on Facebook when I was drunk...but it is true. Me and my brothers and my sister...and my Dad know it....but I advertisted it on Facebook...but my brothers stand by me....and so does my sister...but I succsedded in alienating Dad from me...again. Dam. But fact is-I love you guys-I feel like you are family. When Tara was dying-you were there. I can tell you guys anything. And I have. And I will. You love me-and I love you. I can talk to you. You dont judge me too harshly. I didnt ask for this life....Im just trying to understand why. And you guys help. More then you know.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Cthulhu on January 13, 2011, 06:40:25 PM
I can't share my scars.
It would make me easier to identify after the murders start.


What?

What? What indeed. What? Your not serious,I pray.  :bluesad:

I say this because I have a brother in law (Leroy-who shot a guy with a 12 gauge-killed him) who is in prison for murder-and my step brother is (as yet uncaught) a serial killer. Its not something I am proud of. But it is a fact. I shouldnt even be talking about this-Dad and his wife wont even talk to me now because I had the idiocy to state it on Facebook when I was drunk...but it is true. Me and my brothers and my sister...and my Dad know it....but I advertisted it on Facebook...but my brothers stand by me....and so does my sister...but I succsedded in alienating Dad from me...again. Dam. But fact is-I love you guys-I feel like you are family. When Tara was dying-you were there. I can tell you guys anything. And I have. And I will. You love me-and I love you. I can talk to you. You dont judge me too harshly. I didnt ask for this life....Im just trying to understand why. And you guys help. More then you know.
Oh, s**t.
I'm so sorry.
It was just a morbid joke, I didn't want to offend anybody.
Especially not you.
I'm sorry, again.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: RCMerchant on January 13, 2011, 06:45:24 PM
I can't share my scars.
It would make me easier to identify after the murders start.


What?

What? What indeed. What? Your not serious,I pray.  :bluesad:

I say this because I have a brother in law (Leroy-who shot a guy with a 12 gauge-killed him) who is in prison for murder-and my step brother is (as yet uncaught) a serial killer. Its not something I am proud of. But it is a fact. I shouldnt even be talking about this-Dad and his wife wont even talk to me now because I had the idiocy to state it on Facebook when I was drunk...but it is true. Me and my brothers and my sister...and my Dad know it....but I advertisted it on Facebook...but my brothers stand by me....and so does my sister...but I succsedded in alienating Dad from me...again. Dam. But fact is-I love you guys-I feel like you are family. When Tara was dying-you were there. I can tell you guys anything. And I have. And I will. You love me-and I love you. I can talk to you. You dont judge me too harshly. I didnt ask for this life....Im just trying to understand why. And you guys help. More then you know.
Oh, s**t.
I'm so sorry.
It was just a morbid joke, I didn't want to offend anybody.
Especially not you.
I'm sorry, again.

No offense taken. Im just glad you were joking. I wouldnt wish that kinda thing on anybody.Sorry I took it so seriously. Hit a sore spot,I guess. IM sorry. Yer a good guy. I didnt mean to make you feel like you did someting wrong. You didnt. Im really sorry-yer a good guy-my own demons-again-I am sorry for venting. Not on you-its all about me-my own personal demons. I should have recognized it for the black humor comment it was meant to be. Sorry.


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: Cthulhu on January 14, 2011, 07:00:19 AM
I can't share my scars.
It would make me easier to identify after the murders start.


What?

What? What indeed. What? Your not serious,I pray.  :bluesad:

I say this because I have a brother in law (Leroy-who shot a guy with a 12 gauge-killed him) who is in prison for murder-and my step brother is (as yet uncaught) a serial killer. Its not something I am proud of. But it is a fact. I shouldnt even be talking about this-Dad and his wife wont even talk to me now because I had the idiocy to state it on Facebook when I was drunk...but it is true. Me and my brothers and my sister...and my Dad know it....but I advertisted it on Facebook...but my brothers stand by me....and so does my sister...but I succsedded in alienating Dad from me...again. Dam. But fact is-I love you guys-I feel like you are family. When Tara was dying-you were there. I can tell you guys anything. And I have. And I will. You love me-and I love you. I can talk to you. You dont judge me too harshly. I didnt ask for this life....Im just trying to understand why. And you guys help. More then you know.
Oh, s**t.
I'm so sorry.
It was just a morbid joke, I didn't want to offend anybody.
Especially not you.
I'm sorry, again.

No offense taken. Im just glad you were joking. I wouldnt wish that kinda thing on anybody.Sorry I took it so seriously. Hit a sore spot,I guess. IM sorry. Yer a good guy. I didnt mean to make you feel like you did someting wrong. You didnt. Im really sorry-yer a good guy-my own demons-again-I am sorry for venting. Not on you-its all about me-my own personal demons. I should have recognized it for the black humor comment it was meant to be. Sorry.
Let's just say we're both sorry.
You're a good guy too! :cheers:


Title: Re: Share your scars
Post by: LilCerberus on January 23, 2011, 10:31:12 PM
When I was a little boy, I got lost at a museum on a family trip. I made my way to the front office to let them know I was lost, when I suddenly felt this sharp pain shooting down my left arm. It turns out, it was my father, dragging me away & cursing me out in his favorite drunken guttural tone.

I've been having pain in my left arm ever since.

When I was 21, I fell off my motorbike. I only remember hitting my head on the right side, so I'm not sure how my left shoulder got dinged up, but I've still got the scar from the road rash. And, of course, pain in my left arm.

Years of working in factories at a frenetic pace that athletes, bodybuilders & even ex marines couldn't handle, left me with many pulled muscles & worn out joint, particularly in my left arm.

Every time a doctor puts a blood pressure sleeve on me, all the bad memories come back, & the they tell me my blood pressure's way too high.

Last January, doctors told me I had a heart attack, but I'm pretty confident it was just a stomach bug. So Anyway, I'm told I need to worry about my heart now.

Nowadays, whenever I get any pain in my left arm, I just can't be 100% sure just what it might be.