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When I was 17, a woman who was a stranger to me jumped out of the shadows when I left work at 11:00 pm. She was screaming and waving a knife. She slugged me, stabbed me in the back of the hand. I managed to get into my car somehow and drove 3 blocks to a hospital. Turns out she thought I was stealing her boyfriend (I was tutoring him in Algebra). I had to get 5 stitches and still have a faint scar. It scared me to death, as I had never been hit by anyone before. I ended up changing jobs because I thought she might come after me again. To this day I am much more alert about my surroundings and try to avoid situations where I could be easily victimized. I think it was actually a good thing in the long run, because it made me aware of my mortality, and I wasn't permanently injured.
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I was 29 years old and it still haunts me. I have referenced this in a couple of answers I have given, but the gist of it is that I watched my nephew murder my husband. Sometimes it's a good thing to help me get through some of the petty problems I have. At other times, I wish I were the one who died. Just so his family didn't have to go through the agony they did. Even if I am having problems dealing with it, I know my sister is beside herself knowing what her son did. http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/89495
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Why do you want to know? I am just curious why you are asking this question?
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i found out i wa adopted at 17.5 years of age. during an argument with my father, as we often would argue...he yelled "well im not even your father"! then i called my mother and she told me the truth on how i was truly adopted. then after the phone call i went downstairs with the wieredst feeling in the world that i didnt belong with these people who i thought were my family. then my dad finally told me the truth calmly. i dont think he ever wanted me to find out the truth. to this day it haunts me.the next day, my mother told me his first and last name. using 411, i called around and eventually found my biological grandparents. they were so excited to finally meet me, they called tim and told me about him. then he finally called me. we talked for about an hour. then he "had to go". weeks later, i tried contacting him again and he tells me he wants papers proving he's my father, however i never could track them down. to this day, he ignores me. im still dealing with my biological father not wanting to ever meet me. find out the truth haunts me to this day, i try not to think about it.
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Yes my son was murdered by somebody he did not know Personally I was mugged and took quite a bad kicking on the steps and front hall of my home. The mugging I have no ill effects although I was quite badly injured ,it has not made me particularly nervous, certainly no more so than before. The death of my son will affect me for the rest of my life emotionally. You learn ways to cope with the loss but the hurt never goes away
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When I was younger (elementary school) I was sexually abused by my twin sister babysitters and their brother, as well as my best friend's brother. They were all in their teens and we all lived in the same neighborhood. I have healed completely from that and have forgiven them (we moved my 7th grade year so I never saw them again), but I guess because of that I am very particular about who keeps my children. I usually only let my mother keep them, or a trusted teenager from church. Other than that, through a lot of counseling and an understanding husband I've worked through it. I do have a few quirks though because of it. I have to have the sheets completely straight, no wrinkles, when I go to bed because the bed I was raped on was unmade and the sheet were all crumpled. I also cannot have my husband put any weight on me because I feel like I'm being held down. But he knows about what I went through is willing to do whatever it takes to make me feel comfortable and safe.
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At the age of 10 or so, was going to get kidnapped by a young man (around 7 pm in the evening). I started to yell out real loud and some ppl heard and came to my rescue.
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At a young age, I got married and was the victim of domestic violence. I was later diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I believe it has had lasting effects emotionally, however I function quite well I think. Physically, no real lasting damage - a few scars on my scalp, which are covered by my hair.
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yes. When I was in college is was assaulted outside a club by two brothers who had just been released from incarceration. I was hit in the head with a pipe, beaten and dragged. When I came to I was surrounded by legs- they had started assaulting others. The resulting skull fractures changed my vision in my left eye, ran across my nose and almost caved in the sinus on the right side of my face.I have a constant high pitched squeal in my right ear as well.Even though it happened in the mid 80s i still have an aversion to crowds and wont go to clubs. I rarely leave the house after dark.
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Nope. Never. Looking at some of these answer, it would appear I'm rather lucky. To be perfectly honest, I've comitted more crimes than I've been on the receiving end of. My copy of Windows is not genuine (apparently, I could be a 'victim' of software piracy), most of my design software came off a burnt CD, I use LimeWire like it's crack cocaine, heroin even, and I first went to a porn site when I was 13 and a half.
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I am 25 years old, and I have been shot in the chest 6 different times, Stabbed in the chest 2 different times and beaten into a coma 1 time. To me it is kind off cool being shot, I want to die that way
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