What is your worst childhood experience and how does it affect you now?

Answer 1

I lost my uncle, two brothers, and my mother. But I'd say that the worst was coming home from school and finding my father's body after he'd killed himself. But I was a teenager by then. As far as somewhat earlier childhood experiences go, it would probably be a toss-up between the chronic abuse, or my uncle's suicide. I was quite fond of my uncle. Also, my father killed my pet dog in a drunken rage, and it really bothered me a lot. I had nightmares about that.

Answer 2

When i was 10 my father was an alcoholic and was a bad husband and bad father.Anyway he came home from drinking one night and beat up my mother and she had to be hospitalized and my dad was carted off to jail for the night to sober up.So I was home alone with my three other younger siblings.Well it wasn't long before social srevices were at the door to take us somewhere temporarily.At first i had a fit and wouldn't let them in ...i even kicked a guy in the shin and i was adamant that they weren't taking them.In the end I had no choice but said i wouldn't go because my dad would be home soon .So for some reason they let me stay .Dad came home with a bottle of something and decided he was going to take a bath and i thought he was in there for too long...being a small kid i was afraid to go in because i didn't want to see his privates.Well there was blood everywhere ...he tried slitting his wrists....an empty bottle of pills and he was almost totally in the water.I called the hospital for an ambulance and thankfully he survived.There were many drunken episodes but that 1 stuck in my mind for a long time.They eventually joined AA and tried hard to make amends.I forgave them a long time ago so i don't hold deep scars about it.I promised myself though that i would never abuse alcohol as an adult and that my children will never see the things i've seen.I'm 45 now and they never have and I pat myself in the back now and then...lol

Answer 3

I was sexually abused by a number of people (mostly close relatives)... how does it affect me now? I have trust issues. Several years ago, I can't even sit in the passenger's seat in the car next to my parents just because an adult took advantage of me (sexually) when I was about the age of 6 or 7. I've only been able to get over the notion that my parents aren't the same people who took my innocence away. It was really, really hard for me.

I totally freak out whenever I'm left alone with someone in a room, regardless of the person's age or gender.

Answer 4

As a WARNING-this is a true story and not for the faint of heart, but if it can help someone else deal with what they went through, then good. I did my part.

Well, umm, childhood-honestly- when I was 4, I was made to perform oral sex on a neighbor boy who also egged on my uncle(who is only 11 months older than I am)to have me do likewise to him, and they killed my guinea pig by throwing it repeatedly against the wall.

For a long time, 14 years actually, I NEVER told my mom and dad what happened. I had fits of violent anger, mostly geared towards my younger brother, and I was over-protective of our younger sister. I was kind of trampish-gave up my virginity at 16(I considered it emotionally lost already), and had a few trists between relationships. By the time I was 18, I had a total of eight sex partners. I decided enough was enough, and tried to get my business straight with God, and take some time out to heal and understand myself a bit more.

How does it affect me now? I am not very trusting. Very trustworthy, but not very trusting. I am severely over-protective of my babies. If anything were to happen to my relationship with their daddy(God forbid-either we break up or he passes away), I would rather be single than put them at risk for being hurt. Sex, as much as I like it, is not THAT damn important. I will go to prison for my kids.

Answer 5

My worst childhood experience was when my Mother died when I was 8 years old. I always wonder how my life would have been affected if my Mother was still alive today!

Answer 6

When i was 11 i was staying the night at my white best friend's house and a white friend of hers from down the street told me that he was a racist. I jokingly called him a liar becasue i had never met a self-described racist before. I had only heard about them. He was about 13. He then told me to : "take your black a*s back in the house, or i'll hang your a*s from that tree, n*gger!" I immediately went into the house and cried until my mom came to pick me up.

HOW IT AFFECTS ME TODAY:

That experience made me realize that despite the fact that I had a white best friend, racism really did exist and I wasn't immuned to it. Thankfully, I don't have a chip on my shoulder about it today and I can only accredit that to learning life's lessons in general. That tought me that racism is TAUGHT not inhereted. He was just a kid like I was. Now in my young adulthood, I am especially careful to judge people "by the content of their character" not by their skin color, because I wouldn't want anyone to feel like I felt that day, not even a racist.......bK

Answer 7

When I was a child, I found out I had ADHD. It effected me when I was a child becuase kids made fun of me when I didn't understand things or when it toke me a while to figure things out. Now if effects me by how I know weither people are friends with me becuase they like me for who I am, or if there just nice to me so they can get credit for being nice to a mentally challeneged person. Oh and it also makes me, me!

Answer 8

when i went to stay with my mom over the summer, she took us to a part of the lake she lives by where we weren't supposed to swim because it was dangerous. i was standing on a rock that was covered with algea and i slipped off face first as if i was diving, and cut my face btween my eyebrows and underneath my eye. if it had been a half a cenitmeter off, i would have been blind. now i am terrified to dive off of anything even a diving board and i'm only in high school!!

Answer 9

Someone being mean to me in elementary school. My family was really poor and a kid called me poor and made fun of my brothers and myself. I know this is so lame but I still remember that to this day. I think he was later arrested for drug use so....I honestly think it is why I became a teacher. I hate to see kids get picked on.

Answer 10

OK, but you asked...Yikes-being molested by my older brother in the house my mother took us to the week my parents got divorced. I've spent lots of time working thru trust and guy issues, daddy issues, panic, anxiety, depression, and family relationships.

btw-how ironic is it that it says report abuse right under this???