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What was the most traumatic experience that you can remember or experienced as a child?
I had the most traumatic experience when I was about 4 years old. And I believed that this has something to do with some of my problems when I grew up. I was having a vacation in my grandparent's hometown with my elder brother. My parents told my brother to bring me with him when he went home if I wanted to go. But I didn't know that he and my grandparents agreed to leave me without my knowledge. My grandparents apparently wanted me to stay longer because they are very fond of me. So they arranged for a small picnic in a small island and being a child I was so happy about it, I did not wonder why my brother was left behind. So, when we went home (we were riding on a boat) and when we reached the beach I saw my brother's back entering a bus that just left. I cried and run hoping that I will be able to catch him and after that I cried when I am all alone asking to myself why I was left behind? I did not understand.
This experience made it difficult to me to be away from home for so long. I found it hard to be far from my loved ones and family that I easily get homesick and find it hard to adjust being far from home. How about you, what are the experiences you had as a child that you considered traumatic?
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This experience made it difficult to me to be away from home for so long. I found it hard to be far from my loved ones and family that I easily get homesick and find it hard to adjust being far from home. How about you, what are the experiences you had as a child that you considered traumatic?
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July 30, 2010 01:44 AM
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Our family was target of race riots in Central Islip on Long Island from about 1965-1973, We were constantly being abused by the neighbors for being Jewish. While the country may have thought all was good, the people in the neighborhood ganged up on us and caused us fear and we had n whereto go.
A few examples were the kids and adults used the milk box and our swimming pool as a toilet. Dug up my Strawberry patch, that my dad and I had built together, took motor bikes and ran grooves around our house, tormented us with name calling, threw molitoff cocktails at our house, did damage to our cars and in general hated us, for being nothing more than Jewish. There was much more that went on, and the cops, were just as in on it as they neighbor. We had an ex German solider that egged the situation on, and probably was a precursor to skin head movement. We had others who just shut their curtains so they would not become targets for helping us.
It was sad and left a deep impression. While I was about 5 when it began it did not end. We finally left in 1973 and I am sure it would have continued if we had stayed.
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A few examples were the kids and adults used the milk box and our swimming pool as a toilet. Dug up my Strawberry patch, that my dad and I had built together, took motor bikes and ran grooves around our house, tormented us with name calling, threw molitoff cocktails at our house, did damage to our cars and in general hated us, for being nothing more than Jewish. There was much more that went on, and the cops, were just as in on it as they neighbor. We had an ex German solider that egged the situation on, and probably was a precursor to skin head movement. We had others who just shut their curtains so they would not become targets for helping us.
It was sad and left a deep impression. While I was about 5 when it began it did not end. We finally left in 1973 and I am sure it would have continued if we had stayed.
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July 30, 2010 01:48 PM
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In 1947, when I was six years old, my dad was stationed in Seoul, Korea. My mom and I were the first dependents to go there. In front of our house they were widening the road and had cut out part of the hill across the street. My dad and I were standing out there when he noticed I was not beside him any more. All he could see was a mound of dirt with my hat on top of it. The overhang where they had cut part of the hill away had collapsed and buried me alive!! He dug me out with his bare hands and fortunately I was alive, just scared and had dirt up my nose and in my mouth. I'm sure that incident has caused me to be a little claustrophobic in elevators and other closed spaces.
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my most traumatic experience was my father always over insulting me in front of peoples when i made mistake. even just a little mistake, he always insulting me like i am a criminal. that was very hurt me and make me hard to enjoy life and feeling happiness. i'm not a happy person.
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July 31, 2010 04:11 AM
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My most traumatic experience was the death of my uncle. We were so close that I spent most of my holidays at his place. His kids were my closest cousins and most people that didn’t know my dad, thought he was my father.
My uncle fainted while he was at his place of work and was rushed to the hospital. After some days he was able to talk normally and could even walk around the wards. My family and I came to visit him and brought him some things that he loved. I was allowed to stay with him until my parents came for me. All was just fine and he was going to be discharged the next day.
On that day, we came to the hospital and received shocking news; he had another attack and died. It took me a long time to recover from his death.
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My uncle fainted while he was at his place of work and was rushed to the hospital. After some days he was able to talk normally and could even walk around the wards. My family and I came to visit him and brought him some things that he loved. I was allowed to stay with him until my parents came for me. All was just fine and he was going to be discharged the next day.
On that day, we came to the hospital and received shocking news; he had another attack and died. It took me a long time to recover from his death.
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Another true story: My best friend lived next to the railroad track. He played chicken with the train on his bicycle. One day he got his head knocked off. Literally. There wasn't a mark on the rest of his body. I saw his body lying there with a towel over his neck. I ran home screaming my head off. That's why I've been screwed up ever since I was ten years old. What's always bothered me is that I should have gotten a hug. Instead I was threatened with the belt. The other thing that's always bothered me is that no one in my family has ever asked me about my four years in the Air Force during the Viet Nam war... not even my youngest sister after I told her that to her face a couple years ago. Life is strange sometimes.
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