worst situation you have been in ?

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Hmmm, IDK. There are three that I can think of:

1st, when I was accompanying my father in the forest (I wasn't very old then), and he proceeded to cut down a tree. He told me to stand in a "safe spot" (you know where this is going, don't you??) and I didn't see the tree falling down in time. By the time I knew what was happening, too late, and a moment later, that tree was on top of me. To add insult to injury, I got pinned down by the tree's branches, and had to be cut free (carefully!).

2nd, witnessing my brother get abused by two of his girlfriends, both psychologically, and physically.

3rd, having lightning enter my house through the telephone line. I was in the room right next to it, and there was a loud woosh, a brilliant blue flash, accompanied by an incredibly loud bang. The phone jumped off the hook, and the electronics inside it were completely shot. I was maybe fifteen feet away from the telephone at the time.

Wow, some of these are awful! I dealt with bullies growing up too, but nothing as bad as some people describe here.

The worst thing that happened to me happened when I was 9 years of age. I was walking home from school when I was threatened with a knife and abducted and taken into a wooded area where the two teenagers prepared to hang me with a thick rope. However a woman walked by on a path and my abductors were not sure if the woman had seen them or not. An argument began. One of the two wanted to let me go while the other was keen on cutting me. When one persuaded the other to let me go they took the rope from around my neck and cut my clothes to shreds so that I walked home ragged. They were caught after a police reconstruction of my journey home. This eventually led to a court case. Unfortunately the law in the U.K. regarding children abducting other children was unclear in the 1970's and so my attackers were simply asked to buy me some new clothes, since no other action could be taken. My parents did everything they could with their small means and they, my brother and my sister and I moved away. It was decades later that my vulnerabilities were understood. Up until that point I had genuinely believed that this one incident had caused my introversion. It was a relief to know that I was autistic and my life improved after diagnosis.

For me, the first thing that comes to my mind happened when I was twelve. It's not as terrible as many of the posts I read above and for that I m personally greatful but terribly sorry that you had to go through what you did.

I had been sick for a few days and it finally came to a head when I had a fever spike. While my mom got the thermometer, I couldn't stop trembling. She told me to stop but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't.

She slapped me across the face for that. No one else was around to see it (as was always so conveniently the case whenever she 'lost control'). I had been sitting cross legged on the bed at the time, an attempt to curl into a ball to stop the shivering, and fell back when she smacked me. Whether it was me pulling away in shock or that she hit me that hard, I can't really remember.

Once I stopped shivering enough later to get my temperature measured (104 F), I was taken to the hospital. I would be in surgery not too much later, getting a ruptured appendix removed.

The first thing she did once we were alone after the surgery was ask me to forgive her. I, in my morphine clouded state, did so.

Physically, that slap was hardly the worst thing I'd experienced. The act of "losing control" by physically lashing out at me when she was feeling something negative was also nothing new, sad as it may be to say. The thing that makes this so bad was that my mother violated my trust on a new and profound level. Furthermore, she had proven that, in a life or death situation, when I would need help most, I would not be able to count on her to give that help. Then she approached me at a time where I would have been barely cognizant to ask for my forgiveness, making sure no one was around to witness this. This would mark her as a sneak and a coward.

Do note, not all of these revelations appeared at once but trickled in over time. It has caused the significance of the event to grow in my mind. I found that, yes, even as I regained my full cognition and to this day, I still forgive her. But for this, among other reasons, I will never be able to trust her completely, to depend on her as a mother. And it hurt, to be exposed to that truth in such a serious way as a child. It still hurts today, maybe even more than it did then.

The limits of my mother's relationship with me as a daughter who needed her were tested and she failed that day when I needed her so badly. Now I know that if something like that happens again, she is not the type of person I want there. And for me it's a horrible kind of knowledge to have. One I a large part of me wishes I had never gained.

I am like a cat with nine lives. The only problem is that I think I have used them all up at this point. I remember one time getting off the school bus. It was winter and the bus stopped on a sheet of ice. As I was walking away, I slipped on the ice directly under the rear wheels of the bus. The door of the bus closed. I moved my feet as fast as I could but it was ice and I wasn't able to move out from the tires. The bus driver put the bus into gear and the bus started to move. One of the kids on the bus looked down and saw me. He told the bus driver there was a dumb kid under the bus. The bus stopped and I was finally able to get free.