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

[Anonymous]

My poor mom the last few days before dying from cancer. She was home with us.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Persistent intrusive thoughts about something upsetting that you have seen is a sign of PTSD and or clinical depression. I don't mean to sound glib but, depression is basically an inability to put life experiences in perspective-it causes one to dwell on memories of failure, extreme behaviors of others and is a normal outgrowth of having been abused. Evolutionarily, humans would never have survived as a species if we had continued to dwell on disturbing images. Think about the existence of our forbears right here in America: wagon trains heading into forbidding territory people died horrible deaths; slaves suffering and witnessing unspeakable acts of violence on their journey to and while in America. None of us would be here if our forebears were unable to cope with extremely disturbing images and experiences. Buck up, people.

The thread is specifically about upsetting incidents. It's not like I (or most here, I hope) sit around thinking horrible thoughts. I actually think it's healthy to get it out.

I agree, PP. Remembering a specific horrible event doesn't mean I have "persistent intrusive thoughts" about it and need to "buck up."

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Me too. That broke my heart, didnt sleep for days after it happened. The oldest had just gotten home from a sleepover, so close to being safe.

Anonymous wrote:Not something that I witnessed or had any connection to, but I am haunted by the murder of the Harvey family:

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

I just can't imagine what they went through, and although I'm not practicing any religion, this makes me hope that there is a heaven and that this family is there and are able to do all that they did not get a chance to do here on earth.

And the scumbags that did this are nothing more than trash, and it scares me that there are people like that.

This reminds me of an episode of Criminal Minds (or maybe SVU?)

[Anonymous]

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.

[Anonymous]

Oh, Marion Parker is the worst. I read about it recently and put it out of my head immediately.

[Anonymous]

I am not even sure how I saw this but it's extremely disturbing- a rich teen who could was going 100 mph and some sicko took pics - it makes me sick of how many death photos are available but wow- I hope someday to help my kids not to drive and the consequences
(not for the faint of heart)
http://www.albertastars.com/posts.php?forum=4&topic=879

[Anonymous]

It was a Friday night in Germany and me and a group of friends were on the train platform waiting to go to a carnival, when a young man, sat his briefcase down and went down on the train tracks and laid across them. I was just thinking he was some "dumb American". As the train approached, everyone kept yelling for him to get up. I'll never forget the sound of the train running over his body or the site of all the body parts all around. I am most haunted by the fact that we all just stood there yelling and no one tried to get him off.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I am not even sure how I saw this but it's extremely disturbing- a rich teen who could was going 100 mph and some sicko took pics - it makes me sick of how many death photos are available but wow- I hope someday to help my kids not to drive and the consequences
(not for the faint of heart)
http://www.albertastars.com/posts.php?forum=4&topic=879

Wow.

[Anonymous]

I must stop reading this thread now. It's no longer doing anything but saddening me. Enough.

[Anonymous]

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.

[Anonymous]

I can't read these. Yes, driving back to Adams Morgan near Union Station years ago, I saw a young man in a lobby attacking another young man, presumably with a knife, blood everywhere. This was before cell phones, it was hard to find a pay phone but we did and called the police. It made me realize how much more intense seeing actual violence was versus in a movie or on TV. Shudder.

[Anonymous]

00:30 That was a cop who took those pics, he wanted to share it with friends as a lesson but it went viral. Family tried to sue. Dreadful.

[Anonymous]

I watched my aunt beat a mouse that was in our house to death with a broom. It was horrible. Its eye popped out from the force. I still can't stand to kill anything, bugs, flies, anything.

[Anonymous]

I was driving on 66 heading into the city, in the left lane, on a hot summer day. Ahead of me in the middle lane was a dump truck. Ahead of the truck, in the left hand side of the middle lane, was a roadkill possum. The truck ran straight over the body, which exploded. The head of the possum came at me, seemingly in slow motion, and hit the windshield right in front of me. Other liquified parts of the possum splattered the windshield.

Unfortunately, I can still replay the entire scene, and it makes me nauseous just thinking about it.

[Anonymous]

I cannot erase from my memory the rape scene from The Prince of Tides. The image of the young boy's pants being cut off makes me want to throw off every time I remember it.