Have you ever seen something that disturbed you so much that you have never forgotten about it?

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Anonymous wrote:After my Dad died my mom made me look at him in the casket. I was 10 and scared. I started screaming and hitting the casket trying to wake him up. Then she made me watch the casket (and my dad) being cremated. It was absolutely traumatising and that's the only memory that I can think of when I think about my Dad. As an adult I went to a psychiatrist and was diagnosed with PTSD. Thanks Mom.

I'm so sorry you had to experience that. It sounds awful. My Dad died when I was 11. The funeral (and "viewing") were closed casket. My mother made sure we never saw his body because she didn't want us to remember him like that. My Mom did many things wrong over the years, but she did the right thing that time and I am grateful.

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The rape scene in Last House on the Left. So brutal, I was literally shaking.

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I was out on a trail ride with a large group and we were all jumping over walls in the field. My friend told me to watch a particular rider who was "training " his horse. At each jump, he would beat the horse around the head with his heavy crop to make him go over the jump. I remember thinking, I am doing my best to hold my horse back from the jumps, and he is beating his. On the last jump, the horse caught his front feet on the jump, and flipped forward over the jump, landing on the rider. The horse was all right (apparently), but the rider was air lifted out with severe injuries. I still remember everything, the horse, the jump, the helicopter.

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When I was 5 my dad's mom died. My parents took me to the funeral and it was open casket. I was so scared. The only memory I have of her is in that casket. Open casket funerals make me physically ill.
My mom keeps the family photo album. Recently on a trip home I was looking through it. On the last page is a picture of her brother, dead in a casket. Right after all the happy family photos. I was so freaked out by it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:2 girls and one cup.

Me too. For those of you who don't know what this is, count your blessings.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:2 girls and one cup.

Me too. For those of you who don't know what this is, count your blessings.

You're going to make me google it, huh?

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:2 girls and one cup.

Me too. For those of you who don't know what this is, count your blessings.

You're going to make me google it, huh?

googling it is not as horrifying as watching it. I got so mad at my husband because he made me watch it...he said, please see this video. He laughed so much while seeing me angry and grossed out. I am telling you...that shit (no pun intended) showed me the demon is real. The kind of people who get off doing that or even watching that are not good people. It is not possible.

[Anonymous]

Another open casket story here: my grandma died when I was 17, leaving 7 children, including my mom and mentally ill sons. One of them, who is schizophrenic, when he saw her body in the casket, surrounded by flowers, he freaked out. I sat there shaking while he screamed bloody murder and removed all the flowers, lifted her body and shook her, telling her to wake the fuck up. I'll never forget that.

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Anonymous wrote:James Bulger.

You saw him? Was he with his lady friend?

Not Whitey. And I agree, that one is completely horrific. I don't even want to type anything about it because it bothers me so much. (and the kids are now out of prison and living under assumed names, which is just...there are no words)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bulger

[Anonymous]

About 20 years ago, I was waiting at the light at the intersection in Fairfax near the Kmart. There was this crappy looking brown van in front of me (not a mini van but a regular van). The light turned green and the van started to turn, the side panel door slide open and I watched something waft out of the door. I watched it and was driving very slowly because I thought it was a doll or something and didn't want to run it over but to my horror I realized it was a little boy. By the time he hit the ground and it hit me that it was a child, I had stopped and was going to get out of the car to help but all of a sudden a black man jumped out of the passenger side of the van and the driver a white man jumped out of the drivers side. The black man ran in front of the van and jumped into the drivers seat and the white man ran around the back of the van, scooped up the boy, jumped in the van, closed the door and the van sped off.

To this day, I really wonder if they boy was a kidnap victim. I was too stunned to get the license plate. No cell phones back them. 2 days later my brother finally convinced me to call the police ( I was a teenager at the time) and report it. It turns out that several people had already reported the incident.

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Buck up, people? What an ass.

When I was five, my best friend and I were molested at the playground. She was hanging from a high bar, afraid to jump down. I called for help to a passing teenager, who stripped and fondled her while she was still hanging up, terrified. She fell from the bar, exhausted, while he was fondling me. Her younger brother was there and was very upset. We never told anyone, but our friendship was never the same.

I was driving through Rock Creek Park - more than fifteen years ago - and a car turned in from a side street, speeding. The door swung open and a woman was pushed out, barefoot, stumbling to the side of the road. She was hoarsely crying "they raped me, they raped me." I didn't have a cell phone, and the traffic pushed me past her. I have always wondered whether she was able to get justice and is OK.

I looked out of my apartment window one morning to see an addict fellating a dealer in an alley. The addicted man was so thin, grey, stooped, just the most miserable looking human being. The dealer looked like a biker. He seemed completely untroubled, businesslike. I've never felt such sadness over strangers.

I also worked for several law practices and saw terrible things there, but the one I can't forget is a series of photos from a car accident, for a civil suit we were preparing. Please don't read this if you are at all sensitive. A failing salesman had gone off the rails, moved into a motel and was drinking himself to death. He went to buy more liquor, crossed the midline and collided with a mother of three, whose minivan burst into flames. The photos showed her charred body, clothes burned off, shiny with melted fat, and his broken body. His face had hit the steering wheel, and his upper jaw had somehow been turned inside out and upwards, with his teeth spread out in the crushed flesh. The crotch of his pants had somehow been sliced open, and his penis and scrotum lay to one side, the flesh in the crease sliced down to the bone. I think about how little he must have valued his life to go down this path, and how the outcome of his feelings of worthlessness was so much worse than anything he could possibly have imagined. I wish he had found redemption. And her - of course I think about her innocence, out grocery shopping, thinking about her family, and this horror visited on her in seconds through no fault of her own. I think of it sometimes when I am out alone, headed to the grocery store after dark, and my gratitude when i get home safely is overwhelming.

Good lord. That thing about the dealer is just sick. I can't imagine how people can be aroused or sexually functional in such sick situations.

Who was suing who?

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:James Bulger.

You saw him? Was he with his lady friend?

Not Whitey. And I agree, that one is completely horrific. I don't even want to type anything about it because it bothers me so much. (and the kids are now out of prison and living under assumed names, which is just...there are no words)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bulger

I remember this, it was so horrible. I just remember watching that survalence video and feeling sick, that poor kid.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:James Bulger.

You saw him? Was he with his lady friend?

Not Whitey. And I agree, that one is completely horrific. I don't even want to type anything about it because it bothers me so much. (and the kids are now out of prison and living under assumed names, which is just...there are no words)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Bulger

I remember this, it was so horrible. I just remember watching that survalence video and feeling sick, that poor kid.

One of the child killers must also been molested since they think Jamie was also molested. And that killer is back in prison for child porn.

[Anonymous]

This movie inspired by the Bulger case has always stayed with me. Excellent performance by Andrew Garfield.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boy_A_(film)

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:The scene in American History X when he puts the guys face on the curb and stomps on it. I can envision that crunch.

This is the one I could never get out of my head.

I briefly dated a man originally from Dorchester who had curbed a rival during a fight. Briefly. I didn't know what it was, so he had to describe it.