Oh man. I'm so sorry you had to experience that. I've seen the footage and it's heart breaking. I know what it's like to deal with wild stuff like that. Keep your head up. Other people's actions aren't your's.
I was a delivery driver once, I loved the job. Until they made us follow their crappy routing system called "ORION". Problem was you can't implement it in real world settings. Since we were forced to follow it, I argue it put our personal safety at risk due to increased turns and overall time driven. Quit because I'm not dying over it. But it was the most frustrating, hellish thing I ever had to do.
I'd probably avoid describing it as rapey since that word has a specific meaning - but it absolutely felt like a violation.
In this specific case my phone was stolen while I was moving luggage, I felt a hand drag my phone out of my chest pocket (and, for reasons, I really dislike unexpected physical contact) and then two folks fled on a scooter in front of me. My phone is pretty fucking worthless except it had a few gigabytes of photos I hadn't been able to backup... it felt like a futile and pointlessly destructive act.
Being sexually assaulted. I feel like in terms of things that are top tier awful experiences I would probably rank any unwanted sexual experience worse than pain or death.
I've been manipulated by people. I was of age though and kind of too depressed to care because I live in a shitty small town. My sexual manipulation wasn't as bad as some other stuff people go through though. I've been manipulated hard in a non sexual way. So many kids go through shit some adult literally can't even fathom. It's sick. Even as an adult people don't get it.
I remember an older guy that weighed probably 250 laying on top of me doing stuff and I couldn't move. He shoved poppers in my face. I was so depressed and dead feeling back then I didn't care. I felt like I was in a movie. looking back that person obvious would get me liquored up and have his way. It hurts to know someone would actually act like that in real life. On the other side of things... No regular people in my life gave me a minute. No one cared for me. It's fucked to think that same guy did more for me than regular friends or family. Everyone else would have just sat back and watched me and egg me on to kms. Because everyone else I knew were just naive, entitled, and privileged.
Attending the funeral of a family member every single year multiple times until I was about 18 ... and then sporadically on a regular basis since then.
I'm Indigenous Canadian and I grew up in a small community and from the time I was a baby, I attended a funeral of someone I knew at least once a year and usually two or three times a year until I left home.
At first as a kid, it was weird ... then as I grew older it was disturbing because every time I saw a dead body, I realized ... some day that's going to be me, my life will end and I'll no longer be here. At about eight years of age, it was quite an existential crisis because it scared the shit out of me for about a year. After that, it became terrible to attend funerals, then sad, then felt like nothing ... I could no longer feel sad, afraid or anything .. I no longer really cared and became apathetic to it all.
I now accept death ... I hate it, I don't like it but I accept it but it took seeing a lot of dead bodies for me to get to this point.
I haven't been to as many funerals as you have, but several course family members have died.
I hate funerals.
The best funeral I've ever been to wasn't a funeral. Instead, the family got together at the daughter's house and just visited for a few days. Then next spring, on what would have been their birthday, everyone gathered to memorialize them, and spread their ashes.
That was a much nicer way of handling it, in my opinion.
They say he didn't fall off of his bike,because he didn't have any scrapes or scratches. So at some point he didn't feel well and got off of his bike and sat down. Someone saw him fall over and a off duty officer, that was helping with traffic, started CPR. He died at the hospital. I was trying to find him with the Ironman app,and looking at Google maps. It got to a point where I thought that the Ironman app wasn't working because his marker wasn't moving,and I was getting frustrated. Had a spot picked out and just as we got there a nurse called me and told me what happened as far as they could explain. Still not sure what exactly happened because I wasn't able to go to that meeting. And now I'm too afraid of bringing it up to those who were. It was just this past year in Madison. He was my older brother and he is the latest. My father, step-dad, one of my best friends, and now my brother. I have lost almost all of my father figures in 5 years. Having a large family is a blessing and a curse.
Out of curiosity and bc I wanted to know what kind of person would comment this, I took a look at your profile. Honestly, I'm mostly just confused. Mostly you seem like an asshole but your politics are an enigma to the extent that I am assuming you to simply be contarian.
I met a homeless guy once and we talked. He told me about a time when at the train station there was someone laying on the ground, in the winter, nearly dying in front of a Cash Terminal.
People just stepped over him and were annoyed, while that person nearly died. He told me they had surveillance footage though and many of them where sued for denial of assistance.
The same guy had a huge fresh wound in his face. He was at the train station seeing 4 people attacking a single person. He went to them to see what was going on, had a weird feeling and turned around, someone smashed him in the head.
That was 4:00 in the morning, in the Winter at about 4°C. He woke up at 10:00, nobody helped him, and he nearly died.
He went to the hospital on his own to get stitches. A paramedic gave him his reflecting orange jacket, so that nobody would ever overlook him again...
Also told me how people would shit and piss directly next to where he had to sleep.
Nobody deserves to be homeless. This is so fucking sick.
Going with my father to figure out how we would clean up the bathroom my grandfather attempted suicide in as I didn't think it was something he should do on his own (it was my maternal grandfather but still...). I was right. It made every horror movie look tame. However, it was so terrible that there wasn't much we could do other than phone crime scene cleanup and stay out of their way while they earned every single penny of their fee.
Not sure, I'd have to say it's a tie between having my hometown sunk into chaos by the classic tabloid treatment, accidentally contributing to the first human tragedy of someone close to me I've had to hear about, witnessing my only friends' families tear apart by legal forces, assault and stuff at the psych ward, being kidnapped once, and overall people targeting me for various reasons.
I don't understand what is meant by "Classic Tabloid Treatment". Is it like slander about the town, or like when tourist spot shows up in newspapers and there's crowds of people that show up in town?
Went under ti have my wisdom teeth removed and I swear I was in hell for 5 seconds. All I could see was faded yellow and orange and I was hearing screaming.
I got shots before my teeth extraction. Don't dentists offer that where you got yours done? I would've just refused otherwise because even with the drugs I could feel the tools scrape against my skull or tissue or whatever.
I've heard pregnant women don't get anaesthetic because it was dangerous for the baby.
Racism. I've been called racial slurs for not just my race, but other races. I've been profiled by police. I've watched my boss not only allow racist remarks made by my coworkers for no reason (eg: working like a hard-R) but laugh along to them. People judge Tarantino's movies for excessive use of racism but I think they're the most honest depictions of American culture.
Same for me in but with homophobia. Family friends and co workers. People act like LGBT people are free... They aren't. I've dealt with more than just jokes. Life is hell. Good luck with your journey.
I'm sorry for what you've gone through. While things are getting scary, know that you're not alone and there are many of us willing to stand up against your oppressors. We'll make sure that bigotry becomes a thing of the past.
Depression and gender dysphoria. It's not very dramatic nor fast-acting, it just ate away at me for a decade until I was sure I wasn't gonna survive the next few years.
The fear of death doesn't go away, it just starts to seem like the least terrible option. And it's one thing when you get those impulses to do it, but it's even scarier when you feel calm and levelheaded and still feel you should do it.
It is a dramatic thing. Growing up gay in the 2000s in a small narrow minded town basically broke me and my essence. It's an undeserving hell built by ignorant people.
Good luck with life. Hopefully things get better with society.
I was doing some work with an academic center that provided continuing education for the teachers and caretakers at orphanages. We always worked with local administration or charities who would educate the administrators and caretakers on how to maneuver the legal system in their country, while we provided the technical training and education resources. The goal was to get the children trained in a trade skill so they could support themselves when they got out. The areas we were working in were often remote and never in good areas, but the teachers and caretakers usually tried, they just didn’t know what they were doing and needed a little help. But at least they were trying.
By this point I had worked all over latin America, and a handful of countries in Africa. All of these people and cultures were different, but you could tell they tried, and the people in the villages and towns respected, and in many cases helped those that tried. Honestly it was some of the best and most rewarding work I have ever done.
I’m saying all of this because back in 2008 I ended up seeing an opportunity to go to Russia and do the same type work. I thought I’ve never been to Europe or Asia, sure that sounds exciting. Expecting to see the same thing I had seen in 18 other countries by this point. People in rural areas who saw a need and stepped in, now they just need training.
Instead of a rural town or village, we ended up in Kostroma, a city of a quarter million people. We find out from our contact from the Ministry of Education, that children are usually kicked out of orphanages at 14 as they are no longer profitable. At that point we should have immediately started asking questions, alarm bells should have gone off, etc. But it was the first day in a new country, we’re still getting to know our contacts before we start training. So there’s still some cultural unknowns, could be a translation error, any number of things.
While we’re doing our training, the teachers and caretakers were very standoffish, much more than we were expecting, but whatever, we’re the new people. They also have very strict times of when we have to be out of there. Makes sense, end of the work day, you’ve got kids to take care of, we get it.
We stayed too late one night and we found out the reason why the kids could become, “no longer profitable.” Evidently all of the orphanages in the area would sell kids for a night, and when they got too old, people didn’t want them, so they got kicked out. When we found out, obviously the first thing we did was try and report it. But we were told by both our contacts from the Ministry of Education, and the police, that’s just how they do business. If the kids want to eat they have to work.
We broke our contract with the Ministry of Education stating what we witnessed and left. Don’t know if anything has changed, but I’ve not been a fan of Russia ever since.
That's fucked up. One of my "inlaw" relatives had a brother that went through that in America back in the 60s early 70s. They were both orphans. I wonder if she went through a similar experience and doesn't talk about it. Humanity is dark... Probably for more than people expect.