Asklemmy

Using a throwaway for this: I was beaten so badly by one of my abusers that my blood was splattered all over the living room wall and my shirt. This happened when I was 12, on Super Bowl Sunday, in the middle of the game. The abuser and I were arguing over something trivial when that thing attacked, and well 😞 The other adults in the room sided with the abuser and one of them made me change my bloody shirt so they could throw it away to hide the evidence. It was the moment when, as a kid, I realized I was truly alone and not wanted by anyone or anything, so I tried to kill myself a week later, on Valentine's Day. I backed off at the last second. I doubt there'll ever be a time I can talk or even think about it without feeling pain or hurt or wanting to cry.

I am not alone in the world anymore though, thankfully. Nowadays I have good friends in my life whom I can rely on for protection and help and whom I try to protect and help in kind. But that'll always stick with me. The family you have in life is the one you build, not the group of people you're born into.

Sucker punched by a stranger on the street ranting that I was a police informant. Smashed me right in the forehead so hard everything went dark for a minute, and when I woke up he was straddling my chest and punching my face and throat. I don't go out in public a lot anymore.

Technically dying several for minutes after a stroke due to an aneurysm, worst thing I ever felt. They considered me dead, yet somehow everything restarted and I woke up gasping incapable of speech. I was thrown in an ice bath and they induced a coma. And yes, you can hear the outside world and the worst experience I’ve ever suffered mentally. I was in there for what I assumed was decades of masochist torture for realizing I wasn’t awake, despite my minds initial insistence I was. I still question if the acceptance, would have meant my dying and the torture was the pain of trying to stay alive. I eventually woke up to discover it had only been 10 days, and I was capable of basic speech, but my muscles had decayed to the point simple movement was almost impossible. In under 2 weeks, I relearned English and how to walk again. Since therapy, nothing is even remotely scaring as what your own mind can do to you.

I've done a bunch of martial arts, gotten into fights, fell 20 feet out of a tree (saved by branches and a rotten log, woo), got accidentally slashed with a knife and could see the inside of my hand, been hit with a wooden baseball bat, skateboarded (and fucked up plenty of times), mountain biked (and fucked up plenty of times), and been attacked by a dog but I'd have to say, hands down, car wreck.

Wasn't even that bad an accident, but I was bruised all over, sore as shit, and had a concussion.

Shit sucked and it could've been a lot worse, I was pretty lucky: Be careful when you're driving, always pay attention, and assume everyone else is a dangerous idiot. Also, wear your fucking seatbelt!

A kidney stone. Small but oh so much internal damage. I would say law enforcement 2% pepper spray is the most painful non-damaging event I have experienced.

Fell and broke my femur at home. Needed to be surgically repaired with a titanium pin, after which I was in the hospital for 5 days, rehab for 3 weeks, and then a few months later had another surgery to replace a screw in the pin which was protruding and scratching up my thigh muscle from the inside.

I'm currently sitting in bed in pain no sleep (besides during surgery) for second night in row. Dislocated wrist and shattered forearm, 8 inch I believe long plate (had to get custom made, so I got to spend a night with my bone all but protruding through skin) with 13 screws. To hold me together. All cuz some jackass in a lawn care truck decided to go left in front of me when I had right of way, I slammed my brakes but hit his bed I was on my motorcycle. Flipped over his bed straight cleared it then skipped down pavement like 20 ft or so. If not for my suit I would have lost the arm and had far more injury. I'm a mechanic by trade so 3 months recovery min is going to ruin me.

Not me but in Lützerath, the last german town that was destroyed (directly) for mining coal, cops just hit and kicked people in the head, with bats, that were lying on the ground...

Medics were trying to help while the fucking Cops still punched the fuck out of them, and they were all peaceful.

At least one person was beaten so hard they were in life critical condition for several hours.

Yayy, police your friend and savior

Worst pain I ever felt was one day many years back I was trying to move a very heavy exercise bike at the gym. I went to lift it and immediately started feeling nauseous as a spike of pain ran down my arm. It hurt so bad but I wasn't sure what happened.

Lifting my arm sent more pain racing down my arm. It took me a couple of days to realize this wasn't adjust any normal injury. Ended up going to the doctor and he said I ripped the bicep from the bone on one of my arms. Needed surgery to reattach it and now I have a metal pin in there and a scar that likes to turn purple sometimes. Really weird.

I have been very fortunate that the worst were draws. My problem is that getting hurt makes me mad rather then...whatever the other emotion is. I even lose my temper at inanimate objects and take accidental injury personally. However, I make real sure that I dont take it out on other people. I had an employee quit on me when I was having a bad day a long time ago and that was a wakeup call

I was picked on a lot in school. About 5 or 6 of my bullies chased me down in the yard and took me down. I remember trying to protect my sides while they stood around me kicking, and watching the blood drips appear on the gravel.

The school yard monitors never even noticed and they were never punished.

It wasn't a beating, just one kick in karate class. We wore cups (groin guards) and protective equipment, but I was an adolescent and "changing" rapidly so my cup was several sizes too small.

We were also supposed to "pull" our kicks and punches, but my sparring partner didn't pull his kick to my groin and he broke my groin protector cup. It hurt so much I lost my breath and fell over until my sensei had me sit in an 'L' position while he lifted me from behind under my arms. That seemed to straighten things out.

Headbutted by a skinhead on my way home from school. I couldn't see straight afterwards and had to be walked home by a friend..

A biker once hit my across the head with a pool.cue rest. It was weird as I didn't see anything happen but everything slowed right down (fight or flight is useless when you can't see the threat), I noticed a guy I knew start to react and then I went blind. Someone sitting with me says the blood fountained out of my head then lost pressure and ran into my eyes. I was alright after I got cleaned up, although someone did walk me home to make sure I didn't die up an alley or something . When they renovated the pub I was tempted to ask.if I could have the floorboards stained with my blood but I decided not to.

bike handle into my stomach and dry heaving on the hot pavement

Got hit by a car. Lots of broken bones.

T-boned at 75 MPH. Concussion (head hit side pillar, years before airbags were a thing), multiple broken ribs, broken wrist, 2 broken fingers, deep seat belt injuries.

Oh and the lovely daily dose of my mother whipping me with belts while I wasn't allowed to make a sound.

1. When I was a kid I was swimming by the edge of a pool, and a heavy set five-year-old cannonballed on my face. I got knocked into the water and the force of her weight took my goggles right off.

2. My tennis coach were was demonstrating how to hit the ball at the apex of a toss, and he held the ball up against the fence and I was standing behind him. He swung the racquet back and nailed me right in the lower jaw.

When I was little, there was this game many of us played where we put clothes hangers (the ones with clamps) on ceiling fans and watched where they hurled the clothes hangers. We stopped when it gave me a black eye.

Chased into street, knocked into street pavement, kicked in stomach repeatedly while neighbors watched.

Thrown across room, onto sofa, jumped on top, pinned me down, beating into my face with his fists.

Hit, shoved so hard I nearly flip, slam into wall, earring ripped thru ear.

I had a happy childhood.

Overconfident beginner-intermediate snowboarder first day of the season after taking a winter off.

I ate it several times at relatively high speeds.

The alcohol dulled the pain I guess. The next day I felt like I got hit by a fucking truck. Glad I wore a helmet.

Nearly got strangled to death by my own dad for saying that the family name didn't mean much to me. He pushed me against the wall. My stepmom and stepbrother had to get him off of me. That was years ago. I no longer speak to or see him.