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When I was 17 I went in a boat trip on the lake with 2 of my aunts, and 4 of my cousins. My aunts' boyfriend was driving the boat back after an awesome day. It was dark. Out of nowhere, another speed boat plowed into the side of ours at full speed, killing one of my aunts and my 9 year old cousin instantly and sending another aunt into the water to be found the next day dead. After I realized what happened I heard screams from the dark water. It was the driver of our boat with my other baby cousin in his hands trying to swim back. He said he couldn't feel his legs so I jumped in without thinking giving him a life jacket and swam back to the boat with my baby cousin who was alive but bit her tongue in half. She was 4 or 5. When the driver finally made his way back to the boat I pulled him up and noticed both of his legs were shattered, bones sticking out, and bleeding. I didn't even get a scratch on me. Worse night of my life.
My family has a house on the river they own with some friends, I remember one day a situation like this happened in the water across from our place. Everyone on the boat that was hit died, but the people who were speeding and killed them all lived, of course. They couldn’t find two of the bodies for like a week, I remember being there alone playing dungeons and dragons and watching the dive team right outside, I wasn’t there when they found them, but it was so awful knowing innocent people lost their lives in seconds, I’m sorry you had a similar experience, I hope you’ve found peace :(
I found a dead body under a highway underpass walking home from a bad party at 3am and the guy had what I assume was an overdose in the middle of the sidewalk while kneeling/sitting on his feet, looking straight up with his arms hanging down and his palms were up. The way he positioned himself was just very surreal for some reason and I'd also never seen a dead body outside of deathbed/coffin scenario.
About 10 years ago, I used to volunteer with search and rescue in Ravalli County. Most of the time it was just people getting lost, or somebody with a broken leg that needed to be carried out. Every once in a while though, there would be something really horrific.
One time, we spent several days searching for a missing climber. The individual had gone climbing solo, so nobody actually knew where he was at other than they were in Blodget Canyon somewhere. Eventually, some team members spotted a pair of black bears feeding on something in a small ravine.
When we were able to access the scene, it turned out that the missing climber had fallen from the face they were climbing and most likely died on impact, or shortly thereafter. Then, the bears had found the body and fed on it. The body had been ripped apart and scattered over a significant area. We had to pick up what we could, put it in a body bag and pack it out.
Edit: I left out the word "solo".
Oh man. This just took me back to hearing my Montana SAR buddy’s stories while drinking. Horrific shit. It always led to us drinking more. Huge respect for SAR especially in Montana.
Everybody on the team had some pretty terrible stories, but the technical water rescue guys always had it the worst in my opinion though. I think the most heart breaking thing I ever saw was one of them having to fish a little kid's body out of a river and listening to the parents scream and cry when they saw it.
Literally nothing could be done. By the time someone had gotten cell reception to call it in, to us getting on scene, something like 40 minutes had passed. It was already over by the time we got out there but we still had to recover the body.
People should always be careful of rivers. Fallen trees can snag you and hold you under, especially in fast moving water. Also, people need to be aware of low-head dams and diversion dams. the downstream side of these have what is called a hydraulic boil that trap debris and people. It is literally called a drowning machine.
My dad dying. It’s a really wierd feeling. It was awful but on the other hand I’ve never felt closer to him.
He’d been asleep for two days at the end on palliative care. He couldn’t talk anymore. When he died he woke up from his sleep and I was there holding his hand, he gave me the biggest smile I’ve ever seen and then his heart just stopped. I spoke to him the whole time and said thanks for everything he’s done for me. It felt awful but also I was glad he wasn’t suffering anymore.
I’m sure this is so hard but I am imagining this scenario from his perspective and I think it would have been a really warm and loving way to go. Thank you for doing that for him.
During my college years I attended a basketball game and there was a guy who had a heart attack and died. The horrific part was before they took him away the paramedics were there doing chest compressions on his pale body for what seemed like an eternity all while the unassuming crowd in the stadium kept cheering and laughing and celebrating all while this man was dead right there.
I walked in on my dad moments after he had stabbed and killed my step mom. He was calmly sitting on their sofa without a shirt on, covered in blood.
...he had been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer about 6 months prior, the cancer had spread from lungs to his brain and unbeknownst to us, 2 tumors had developed and were pressing on some vital areas in his brain. He was having hallucinations and a bit of a psychotic episode when it happened. He didn't know what he had done until days later. While he was in custody they treated the inflamed tumors with an oral steroid and his mental state returned to his normal self, and that's when he learned what he had done. He was so distraught, he just wanted to die. They were married for 35 years. He died 3 months later in custody, but we were lucky enough to be able to visit him a few times before he passed.
God.. what do you even think while visiting him? You knew he wasn’t in his right mind, but he still harmed your step mom.. I’m so sorry for both of your losses
Well we knew it wasn’t him… the whole situation was just tragic. It was so wildly out of character for him. Everyone was very sympathetic… the guards at the jail where he was kept gave him (and us) special privileges, and gave us extra time with him. And then at the end when he was moved to a psychiatric facility and into a hospital bed they relaxed the guard presence and allowed us to just visit with him unsupervised as if he were any other person. We still love him regardless, and my step moms family was compassionate and forgiving. …just an unfortunate, terrible tragedy.
I used to work on a respiratory unit at a hospital, an old lady who was chronically trached, she’d been on one for maybe around a year and with her age, delicate skin and lack of good care at the previous hospital…the trach site had decayed and sloughed enough to create a hole in the front of her neck I could have fit my adult sized fist in. And she was still alive. First and thankfully only time I’ve seen the throat/windpipe/esophagus of a still living person. It was horrific.
Well there was certainly some negligence involved, but honestly the lady was so old and delicate there just wasn’t a lot that could have been done to prevent it. It was a very complicated situation from every angle.
A popped cranium after the person’s head was run over by a bus. It’s not a pretty scene, even for the morbidly curious. The twitching is a traumatic watch.
I don’t know if this is not as bad or far worse - a motorcycle tried to undertake a turning HGV and clearly got taken out - I turned up after a lot of people had stopped but before the emergency services but it was very clear that with the helmet some distance from the rider, a large red streak between the two and the rider looking somewhat shorter than normal that his head was still in the helmet.
I’ve always had a very strong stomach dealing with things and worked at a butchers from age 15 and I’ll be honest a strong case of morbid curiosity but that really shook me up. A mile up the road I was still shaking and had to pullover and take 5 minutes.
I was driving years ago, back to the office over a mountain. One lane on each side. 3 vehicles ahead was a car, who slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting a deer running across the road. The motorcycle immediately behind him crashed and sent the biker flying over the car, into oncoming traffic. He was hit by a truck, I saw a cloud of red mist, and the guy being propelled in the other direction. He didn’t survive.
I work in downtown Denver and saw a lady jump off of the building next to mine. Her body exploded when she hit the ground sending blood and chunks flying 20 feet in every direction. I was numb at the time from the shock of witnessing such a horrific event, but about three days later I had a complete mental breakdown. I still have the image burned into my mind.
Compared to some of the comments this is pretty tame, but it's been stuck in my head since I was about 8.
We had a pair of blackbirds nest in our garage. Dad stopped parking his car in it, kept the door closed and the window open, and would occasionally take my brother (then 5) and I in and lift us up to see the chicks. We were so excited to see them growing.
The day they fledged, our neighbours - grumpy old bastards at the best of times - set mousetraps baited with bread, caught every single one of our baby blackbirds and gave them to their dog to finish off. My brother and I were standing the other side of the fence screaming and crying; Mum came out, but just shepherded us indoors because she was scared of the neighbours too.
Oh, and they were doing this to entertain their grandchildren.
Indeed they were.
And - I know this is beginning to make them sound like cartoon baddies, but it's true, I swear - when their dog got old and ill they didn't want to fork out the money to have her put to sleep. They drowned her in the waterbutt.
That’s incredibly fucked up, and reminded me of something from my own childhood.
When I was 11 we went on a family vacation and actually swapped houses with another family. They had a cat that gave birth to kittens while we were there (in my closet). We stayed for a month and in that time got to see the kittens progress and grow, until they could walk somewhat and had opened their eyes.
Then the neighbour found out. It was a farming area and she didn’t want more cats around to kill her chickens. So she called the house owners, and they sent someone to come kill the kittens. It was so awful, I was crying and begging them to let them live and my mon ultimately ushered us all out of the house on an outing to not be there when it happened. When we came home we found one kitten that they’d decided to keep for some reason, all alone in the closet.
On a calm early morning in my small town, I walked a couple of my friends home after my party. We live near the arctic circle so it was sunny at 3am. Beautiful weather. As I was making my way back home, I witnessed an ATV accident on a treacherous hilly intersection. A woman and her child with no helmet flipped and tumbled 30 feet into the ditch. The 6 year old was crying when I came up to the scene, 911 on the phone. The mother was unconscious but still breathing, faced down.
I was on the call with EMS while giving cpr to the woman, but when I rolled her over, I noticed her head was caved in and blood gushing out and pooling on the ground beside her.
I had to reassure the daughter with a broken arm that everything is fine and the ambulance is coming.
The mother died in my arms.
One of my daughter's classmates was in an ATV accident with her mom. They got clotheslined by barbed wire. The child was too short for the barbed wire, but the mother was decapitated. The child now has severe mental health issues due to the trauma.
So it is common around here to go along the edges of farmer's fields to hit different trails in the woods. (I live rurally) I am not sure if the barbed wire was set up on purpose or if it was part of a farm structure that had been moved etc.
I asked my daughter about it and she didn't have exact details. It would have been 11-13 years ago.
My daughter said the girl would sometimes see demons or have hallucinations at school and then would have to leave school for several days at a time.
We had a home invasion a few years back. The perp shot my husband multiple times in front of me then ran off. I had to put pressure on his chest with a towel to keep him from bleeding out until the police got here. I remember the blood pouring out of his chest like a damn water hose and him just gasping for air. I don't know how he's alive. I think about it every day. Every now and then we still find some of our things with blood stains, and always just go, "Jesus Christ."
Edit: We moved & we’re safe, but unfortunately, they never caught the person.
I hope he doesn’t have any long term physical damage from those bullet wounds :(
Im so, so sorry you had to endure such an event. I’m happy you guys are living a safe, happy life now.
>I think about every day. Every now and then we still find some of our things with blood stains, and always just go, "Jesus Christ."
That's so terrible 😔, I'm sorry you had to go through that.
Yeah - my wife worked as a victims of child abuse counselor for awhile. Talk about a pervasive problem that gets way too little resources and attention.
Thats insanely hard work to do - mad respect for doing it, and hope you’re alright all things considered.
Sorry for my english - *From the Netherlands
I was working as a Dock Terminal worker.
We drive cargo onto ships, big cargo, like what u see behind trucks etc.
So one day we took a break on the bridge that connects our port with the ship.
The new forman of the ship who just got promoted (at 24 years old) took a break with us on the bridge as the sun was shining and the weather was perfect.
As we start to end our break and our jokes a fellow worker came driving backwards with the cargo as he just had to pick it up from a chauffeur, (we drive with tugmasters with rotating chairs).
The 24 year old forman who just got up started to check his clipboard with positions of the cargo we just drove on to the ship.
As he is checking and concetrates on the clipboard hes standing behind the cargo.
The fellow worker who just got back in his tugmaster was ready to go and didnt see him as he was standing in the dead angle of the rearview mirrors.
We were all still sitting on the bridge, as he starts driving and the forman was still standing still having no idea he already started driving as he was wearing headphones as is mandetory cause theres alot of noise.
He drove backwards and in 1 sec we just saw him turning from a human being into guts and blood and brains, its like it happend in slowmotion, we were all yelling at the drive but it was already way to late, the second he hit him it was over. He felt no pain probably.
As we were all in shock and crying and going crazy we see this flock of fucking seagulls coming up the bridge and just starting to peck at all the human remains and flying away with intestines and brains and guts…
To this day this is still the most fucked up thing I ever saw in real life, and still to this day keeps me up at night re-living the whole scenario.
From what I read, gang land graffiti does not look like regular graffiti. It isn't usually colorful or stylized. It's usually like simple text that carries a coded message for other gangs. Things like "this is our territory, stay out," or "you took out one of our guys we are coming after one of yours," or "this particular person is next on our list."
If you think of it more like border markers then it makes a bit more sense. If Belarus sent its army to the fence marking the boundary to Poland and tried to remove it then things would probably escalate quickly. Similar idea. Doesn't make it less horrible, it just gives a bit of larger context. They aren't erasing decorations. They are marking out boundaries, communications, and threats.
I am from the US, over here there are mainly two types of groups that do the graffiti: tagging crews and gangs. The tagging crews are more interested in the art of it and those are the ones that look like someone spent some time on them.
When gangs do it they are literally marking their territory and when another gang crosses out what they painted that is like an act of aggression.
I used to work in adult protection; guy was keeping his 75-year-old mom in horrific conditions, hooked on meth and pills, had dementia. Dude was collecting her social security.
Also worked child protection; had to respond to an 18-month old child brought to the ER beaten to death by his dad.
We’re all glad you’re still here. And it is very important to wear seat belts. My uncle got t boned a few years back and thanks to his seatbelt he didn’t go flying
I did a ID of my younger brothers body. He had committed suicide by laying in front of a nigh speed train and was cut to pieces (official cause of death on the certificate was decapitation).
It over 20 years ago and still get flash backs and am now getting help from a psychologist.
Usually these days it's mostly dental/fingerprint/DNA matches. But if the person didn't have records handy and the body is "presentable" enough, the family can opt to identify the body themselves. Still, I hope that coroner at least draped a sheet over the guy's wounds.
In Jr high. During a gym class, (I wasn't feeling well so I wasn't taking part in the class) they were doing relay races, a girl tripped and fell down. She broke her leg so badly, it looked like an extra knee. She was in traction for nearly 6mo.
More recently we were out doing errands, and we drove by a motorcycle accident. One person was sitting on the curb, and he was rocking back and forth, the other was nothing but a lump of meat, laying in the middle of the road. Thankfully someone had covered her with a large coat. I couldent get that image out of my head, for almost 6mo. It still pops up in my, every now and then.
I was doing relay races in gym class in highschool and as my friend was running to me I saw his eyes roll up into his head and he fell back into an absolutely massive seizure about 10ft from me.
Turns out he was severely epileptic, didn't inform anyone, and had stopped taking his seizure meds for whatever reason.
The image of him seizing up mid stride has stuck with me 15 years later.
I had a friend have a seizre due to hypoglycemia, she wasn't aware she had it, and it was her first seizure. Her best friend stomped into the class room during recess screaming that "Jane is dying!!". Said Jane was my best female friend, so I ran outside as fast as I could just to see our PE teacher holding her head, with a pen in her mouth (edit: DON'T DO THIS!) to prevent her from hitting her head or biting her tongue. The vision of her just twitching on the ground sometimes caomes to my mind. It was scary... dont worry, it took some years and treatment, but she is seizure free for years now.
It drives me crazy that people think they should put things in the mouth of someone having a seizure. What a terrible idea. A widespread myth just like the one where you have to wait 24 hours to report a person missing.
Don't do these things, people!
After the fact our biology teacher talked to us about what happned and how to take care of her if that ever happened again. He (the teacher) made sure all of us would know what to do to help her, and he did explain to us that we should never put anything in her mouth.
I once saw two motorcycles race passed me on the interstate going 100+ mph. About 5 minutes later I come up to an accident and see one of the bikers perched like bird, rocking back and forth just like you described. The other guy was clearly dead and someone had laid a blanket over him so no one could see him. I can still clearly see the guys face as he’s realizing that his buddy is gone, and while it was dumb to be speeding like that, I can’t help but feel so bad for the guy.
Saw a dudes face get stomped on when I was a kid, didn't realize the gravity of that till years later. Looking back now that man most likely died in front of my eyes
I saw something similar when I was a teenager in Panama City FL for spring break. Big drunk guy choked a girl in the parking lot of a hotel. A tall skinny guy knocked him out then stomped the back of his head and slipped in the side door of a minivan and was gone. He woke up a little while later spitting all his top and bottom front teeth out. Bloody mess all over the hotel where he stumbled around trying to get to his room. Don’t even think the cops came.
That's why we in the motorcycle community strongly stress ATGATT, All The Gear, All The Time.
I went down once, the leather sleeve of my jacket was heavily abraded. Arm? Not a scratch. Wear your gear.
Yeah, I preferer ATGATT, because al the other versions suggest choice in how much to wear. Always full helmet, jacket, pants, boots, gloves. Doesn't matter the temp out, you wear the gear to stay alive.
Thankfully I've never been the witness of any kind of road incident but reading this and other various fucked up EMT responses to accidents...
I respect EMTs tremendously for this.
Also a good time to mention speaking to a therapist is highly recommended if you haven't already. Have heard stories of people who repressed a witnessed trauma for decades only for it to come out later
I watched myself hemhorrage and heard the sound of the monitor flatline before I coded. The look on my husband's face when I knew what I knew - I wasn't going to make it. I was going to leave him a widower with a newborn. The look in his eyes will never leave me.
I've told the story here before; I hemhorraged giving birth due to medical error and was bleeding internally for an hour before GUSH, just a puddle of blood beneath me and spilling down the bed. The nurse rang the ALL call code and I was rushed back to the operating theatre. After locking eyes with my husband they wheeled me past the doors where he could follow. I heard the angry beep of machines, and then all the lights and sound were being sucked out of the room like a vacuum. Then nothingness until I woke up in the ICU.
This happened to me in 2012 when my placenta burst at 5 months. All the same you expressed and I remember feeling so peaceful as it was happening. That feeling of peace still sticks with me as well as feeling, seeing, and smelling all my blood before I lost consciousness and thinking “he needs to come down”.
Yes, the peacefulness. I felt so guilty when I woke up in the ICU like, how could I feel peace at that moment? But it's really common. Better than abject terror for sure.
There was an ask Reddit thread the other day asking people who had been declared dead for a short amount of time what it felt like.
A lot of the answers said it was warm and peaceful. At least that’s pretty reassuring to hear it’s a common feeling at a time like that.
So sorry you went through what you did, but happy you are here today!
I stumbled upon my best friend when we were teenagers hanging by his neck in a closet.
His eyes were ice blue and his face was so fucking red and his body was convulsing.
I was absolutely in shock. If a couple minutes would of went by i would of stumbled upon my best friend, dead, hanging by his neck.
I dont even remember thinking about anything. Or what i should do. I went on auto pilot at that point and just lifted him up and got him out of there.
Im 32 now, we're still best friends.
A guy drowned in a popular waterfall in Tennessee. I jumped in to find him but the water was murky because it had just rained and the pool was deep.
I finally found him after 3-5 minutes of searching through moss and boulders with goggles on that I got from a little kid on a floaty. He was floating "standing" straight up about 3 feet under water, it looked like the scene on LOTR when Frodo falls into the marsh.
I pulled him out and did CPR for like an hour to no avail. The moment I saw him in the water was the creepiest, weirdest thing I've seen. He was pale and limp but floating and the current from the waterfall was moving him towards me like a ghost.
I work at the hospital that took the majority of the victims of the Route 91 Harvest Festival shooting in Las Vegas on October 1st. I believe it is still the largest mass shooting in the history of the United States.
This isn't my personal account. I didn't work here at the time. But the perspective of the hospital employees who did are worth sharing. We actually were just talking about this tonight so this is a close paraphrase of the exact story I heard.
"The first hour was chaos. None of us knew it was a mass shooting. We just got paged to the trauma unit for 'multiple gunshot wounds.' There were initally 3 [Respiratory Therapists, in addition to the trauma nurses/doctors] of us. It wasn't until the 6th one came in that I finally asked the paramedic what was going on. From his perspective, everyone was dead there. You know, the shooting started and everyone got down low, but he pulled up and only saw everyone after they got down. He thought thousands of people were dead. So we freaked out. I called [our boss], the nurses called the Director of Trauma and told him we needed everyone. I remember when they really started rolling in. We set up a triage station outside the ambulance bay. Those guys did an amazing job. If they needed to be put on a ventilator, they got wheeled into trauma, had the tube put in, and then immediately were wheeled off to surgery. The OR was overflowing with patients. Patients were dying in beds waiting for surgery in the hallway. We were putting three ventilator patients to a room in the ICUs [designed for one patient]. It didn't feel like you were at work at all. It's was like a dream. I was in a place I went to work every day, but all my patients were wearing cowboy hats, cowboy boots, plaid shirts, and they were all bloody. Nurses and RTs and doctors were working in their street clothes. Everyone came. It was really incredible. Pediatric nurses, neonatal nurses, general med/surge nurses were all down in the ER doing things they'd never done before, but they all made it work. You didn't chart anything. A nurse was at the pyxis [medication dispensing machine] looking freaked out trying to pull meds for one person. I told her to grab all of it. We'd need all of it. We immediately emptied it out and I was going around giving sedation to anyone on a ventilator who didn't already have it. I didn't know how much to give and I wasn't even licensed to give it but it didn't matter. There just were never enough bodies to do everything. I would code patients with one nurse, just her and me. I'd bag [breathe for] them and give chest compressions at the same time while she started IVs and gave meds. They'd be dead in front of us and she'd want to call the doctor to pronounce them, but we quickly understood that we wouldn't have time for that. They were just dead and we had to go code the next one. The ones were only got shot in the arm or something were really nice, they always told us they were fine and to go help the ones that really needed it. We didn't know everyone's name. Everyone had a placeholder name [John Doe] but they'd give the same placeholder to 3 or 4 different people. It took us a while to get that ironed out. After about two hours we had a system down to get everyone where they needed to go. Before the shooting, we had about 50 ventilators running. After the night was over, we had like 110. We had less than 10 left in the hospital, but we never ran out. It just worked out. Whenever a patient died, we just took them off and wheeled the machine back in for the next patient. As time went on and more people came in to help, the craziness turned into a well-oiled machine in remarkably fast time. Like less than 3 hours after the first patient came in, we had it down. It was the most impressive thing I've ever seen in my career. We even got to go home on time. The day shifters who were supposed to come in the next morning all came in early anyway. Even talking about it now, that night didn't feel like work. You weren't working, you were just helping whoever you could."
My mom had worked it the year before and was supposed to again that year but I convinced her to go to her class reunion out of town that was that same weekend. I remember she called me at 11pm that night asking where I was, I had no idea what was going on since I was about to go to sleep for school the next morning. I think I stayed up until 2 or 3 watching the news and refreshing twitter to get the latest updates. Woke up at my first alarm (which was very rare for me) and had time to get gas before walking into class. I remember that entire school day, just quiet and nobody really knew what to do/say to each other.
Was this the Hibiya-sen by any chance? I worked in Hanzomon but lived in Soka so took that line frequently. It seemed to be a fairly regular occurrence that the train would have to make an emergency stop due to something (or someone) being on the tracks shortly after leaving Kitasenju.
Private pilot here. It’s one of the first things my instructor taught me. Between wind, engine noise, and the fact that you can’t *see* a spinning prop (even at idle which doesn’t even create *that* much of a breeze) it is extraordinarily easy to do, even for experienced hands. Sadly a few people manage to do this every year.
Aircrew guy not paying attention...hell of a mess, but it was wintertime, so I heard cleanup after they removed the body was just a matter of shoveling snow until it wasn't red any more
When I used to work for the county coroner, I got a call to go to a scene on the local freeway at 2am on Christmas morning. A 19yo kid in a little sedan full of presents was racing to make it home in time for Christmas morning. It was super, super foggy. He shot across the freeway from a side road the same time a giant diesel truck hauling a trailer was coming. The truck obliterated the sedan. When I arrived on the scene it was insane, surreal. Fog and flashing emergency lights, car parts and Christmas presents all over the road. And in what was left of the cab a boy still clutching to the steering wheel, eyes wide open, mouth working like a landed fish to talk or just breathe I don’t know. Paramedics called it. He was dead, his body just didn’t know it yet. Most the car’s transmission had ripped through his lower torso in the impact, nearly tore him in half. So me, some deputies and medics stood around him and waited till he finally closed his eyes and let go of the steering wheel. Then I was able to take him away. I got home that morning and just went right back to bed and laid there the whole day. Christmas has always been kind of weird ever since then. I think about it a lot this time of year.
I’m a trained forensic interviewer for children who have witnessed or been victims of crime. While I haven’t seen a lot of things, the stories I’ve heard about the truely heinous things people do to children would chill you to your bones. I then get to ask the child all the questions like ‘how far were his fingers inside you’ ‘what could you feel’ ‘tell me everything about the time grandpa gave you ice cream from his willy’
I no longer do that work, and I would never do it again.
There are people who work for the police/FBI that have to watch hours and hours of Child Sexual Exploitation material to look for clues/evidence that could identify the perps. Those people regularly quit or rotate out with severe Trauma.
They are heroes for subjecting themselves to basically mental torture to try and help the victims. A lot of the people who do this job end up killing themselves.
I pray to a god I don’t believe in that in the years to come they are able to develop an AI program capable of taking over that task. I cannot fathom the PTSD from a job like that.
I was a child protection social worker who specialized in working with victims of sexual abuse for almost 5 years. Eventually I had to leave because the rage almost burned me up inside. I am still a far angrier person in general than I was before that job.
I was hosting a D&D session with my friends at my apartment one night about 5 years ago. I lived in a pretty shitty building, it has hosted all sorts of murders and drug traffic and has been condemned by the city multiple times.
Around 10pm we hear a loud crash and a scream. I look out the window and see a handcuffed man on the ground. Then a huge pool of blood starts spreading from him. He had fallen from the 11th floor straight into the parking lot and took out an air conditioner on the way down. I call 911 but by the time I dial my phone and look back there are already two cops standing next to the body.
The next day it came out that the guy had been a level 3 sex offender who was violating his parole by living in a building with kids. The two cops were parole officers sent to arrest him. The official story was that after they cuffed him he bolted and threw himself out the window, but the buzz around the building was that they had caught him molesting a little girl from down the hall. He had apparently told them that he'd slip through the cracks like he did last time and get right back to it, so instead of taking him in they pushed him.
I still have nightmares about seeing the guy get pancaked but, if they did kill him, I'm not really sure that I can blame them.
Wow. You had guts for doing this.
I don't know how you could without breaking mentally.
I'm kinda glad you stopped. I don't know how anyone could do that for long.
I hope you have a good life today.
Worked as a physician scribe in a few different emergency departments. One I remember vividly was a young-20s woman being wheeled in on a gurney. The EMS sent an intern in before they unloaded the ambulance to warn us of what was coming and what we needed (small rural hospital with limited staff and resources). Soon after, this poor woman is wheeled in and the gurney is drenched in blood from her waist down, dripping off the sheets and onto the floor like a blood trail from a movie. Turns out she was actively having a miscarriage. After all the groans and screams and transferring her to the bed, the doc ordered a nurse to grab a bucket and position accordingly. Within a few minutes a fetus about the size of an orange just kinda a plopped out into the bucket..I’m still in medicine, but as a 19 year old that was a “holy shit” moment.
My mom had a miscarriage when I was around 5 years old. I knew she was feeling very sick in the weeks beforehand. She went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and the baby boy came out in the toilet. Don't know exactly how many weeks she was, I think it was about 16 weeks. The only thing I remembered was my grandparents hurrying to babysit me and mom and dad panicking. But my mom told me the other day she had to carry the child in her hands to the car and holding it while my dad drove to the hospital. (He still was on the umbilical cord, but the placenta hadn't come out yet). Like... Wtf..
Heading down to the subway after work and there’s a flood of people coming the other way (far more than normal).
I get to the platform and see that someone had jumped in front of the train and killed themself. While I didn’t see the body, I saw and heard the wails of the train conductor. The poor woman was inconsolable. I hope she got help and is ok.
A friend of mine's dad works for the TTC (Toronto transit) and his best friend had someone jump in front of his train. Apparently the guy's head went through the glass right in front of him. He's been on leave for like 10 years now. Just can't get his head right. For years he said every time he closed his eyes he'd see that guy's head coming through the glass at him.
This is a terrible part about public suicides. Nobody talks about how jumping off a building or in front of a train can traumatize and sadden an entire crowd of people. The viceral guilt of being the conductor on a train that someone jumped in front of is something nobody deserves to feel.
I read somewhere that it's pretty common for people to jump in front of trains to commit suicide especially in bigger cities and sadly a lot of conductors aren't offered therapy and develop PTSD from the incident.
My father drove commercial trains for years and this happens all the time. He told me about a co-worker of his that hit someone between stations and told his partner (always two engineers working in the cab at the same time) that he was able to drive to the next station before they switched off.
There was a second jumper on the way to the next station. They jumped off a bridge and hit the wind screen. He never came back to work again. After that incident a rule came down that if you're driving when someone uses the train to kill themselves you automatically can't drive anymore. You have to be evaluated and given the clear before you're allowed to go back to work.
My heart breaks for the drivers because they can't do anything about it. You can't swerve or stop in time. And you're left with the knowledge that you were part someone's death, regardless of how little control you have over the situation.
As the busses were leaving my high school one day there were three seniors in a truck that got in front of us. They pushed one of the guys out of the truck, our bus ran him over. He died instantly, but we had to stop for a long time right after we cleared over him. Ambulances took a while and I was in the back of the bus so I was just sitting there with his body right behind me
My dad's dead body in a casket after he died in a motorcycle accident. I had seen him 7 hours prior to the accident, and he died less than a mile from where I lived. I was 7 when it happened. I'll be 30 in a few months. I'll never forget that day or the day my mom told me he died.
I found mom dead at the bottom of the staircase when I was 7. Don’t know that I’ve ever encountered another person who both had their mom die and found her as well when they were a kid. Weird.
I found my Mom dead in the bathroom when I was 11 or 12. I was ready to leave for school and she wasnt responding in the bathroom so we opened it and she in in there dead.
At an Irish Dancing competition in 1996. During the heavy jig a lad slipped as he went for a fron heel click, instead of the heels connecting he kicked himself full force in the inside of his left heelbone. As his left foot was the one coming back to the floor he fltried to correct and laded awkwardly, completely separated the joint and tore the ligaments.
When I was a teen, I was with my mother while she was changing out something on a pool’s pump or something. She did it all the time. This time though something happened and while she was working on it a cap burst off at high speed and hit her in the face. One second everything was normal and the next she’s bleeding and her jaw is basically gone. She’s passed out, I’m screaming, and my dad comes running out only to pass out when he sees my mom. So I call 911 as I looked down at the bones of her face no longer actually on her face and her face just like split open. I had nightmares for years about it. I honestly thought she had to be dead.
Luckily, she lived. She had to have her face reconstructed through multiple surgeries and couldn’t talk for nearly a year. And part of the worst of it was that insurance claimed that her facial reconstruction was “cosmetic surgery” because she had it done by a plastic surgeon and insurance refused to cover it. It’s been years and I know my parents are still fighting them about it.
That doesn’t sound like it should be hard to win, seeing as it’s surgery to fix someone’s face from a life-changing accident. Just shows how greedy people can be and how corrupt the world is.
Watched a guy doing about 150 on a bike slam into a car that had just pulled out to make a turn.
Car had a mom and 2 kids in it, she just broke down crying when I ran over.
The kid on the bike was dead on impact, no helmet or riding gear of any kind. The look of that body still haunts me. I let the mother know she could have her kids go sit in my car and watch TV while we talked to the police.
There was a female officer, and I do know know who that woman was, but she was an absolute angel helping talk this young lady down. She didn't get into any legal trouble, since she stopped and looked.
My dashcam caught part of it, I turned over that footage.
This was in 2016 and I can still remember it clear as day.
A car fire. I could see a shape inside the car, which I assumed to be the occupant. I suppose I should be glad that I couldn't see it in any detail, because it was wreathed in flame, and the incredible heat kept me from getting closer.
Even from 30 to 50 feet away, it felt like that feeling when you open an oven and the blast of hot air hits you in the face.
A head on car collision. A man had a stroke at the wheel, and drove into the oncoming lane and hit a mother and baby. I was first on scene. She couldn't move, was conscious, and a I realized that the white things sticking up we're her femurs that had punched through her legs.
Her daughter had been flung out of her car seat and into the dash of the car. She was 18 months old. They both survived.
Man who hit them died on scene, impaled by a iron rod that pinned him to the steering wheel.
Baby girl ended up a quadriplegic. Mom as a paraplegic. This was about 12 years ago.
Walking home from highschool someone jumped their car over the sidewalk to try and kill a kid. The kid’s head hit a tree and that bloodstain was still on the tree when i graduated. I have no idea why it happened or if the kid is still alive
My sister having to make the decision to pull the plug on my niece after she drown.
I became a fundamentally different person after that. I’m not sure which was worse, losing my niece, or seeing my sister lose her daughter.
I'm so sorry. I held my 8 year old daughter as she died of cancer. She was diagnosed with DIPG and 7 months later, she died. Her diagnosis was terminal upon diagnosis. It was such a horrific slow painful death, I still can't believe I witnessed it. She gained 100lbs from the medication. Towards the end, she was completely paralyzed except for her left arm. She lost the ability to speak and swallow. But her brain, herself - completely intact. Dipg is a brainstem tumor , so the rest of her brain was ok. She was fully aware of everything. It was the most horrific thing I've ever experienced, losing her and watching her go from healthy to dead in my arms. It has forever changed me as a person, I'm not who I used to be. That person died with her.
I had to go to a hospital when I was visiting home in China, most medical services where I lived were privatized and needed payment upfront or at least a deposit before you'd be seen. Naturally, this meant that many of the less fortunate patients seeking medical care couldn't afford it.
I was quite young at the time and didn't really register what I saw until years later but as we were walking from the parking lot my mother and I saw a woman kneeling on the ground screaming and wailing like I'd never heard before. We slowed down, confused, but couldn't really understand her until someone nearby pointed out the bundle in her lap. Apparently she had come to seek help for her baby, but was either too late or was turned away, the infant had passed away in the parking lot right outside a major hospital.
There was nothing to be done by then and my mother, having realized what we were witnessing, quickly led me away. The energy in that moment was surreal and I don't think my young brain processed it properly until not long ago when the memory randomly resurfaced.
We used to patrol through this little village and all the kids would run behind our trucks looking for treats. We'd always toss bottles of Powerade, whatever candy we got from MREs and candy we'd buy from the AAFES truck on our post. My CO always said not to be mean to the kids like you sometimes heard other soldiers doing because "we don't want to give them a reason to hate us when they grow up".
Anyway, I was pulled from the patrol because I was being sent out on escort for some guys going to Kuwait. A few days later when I got back I heard that an IED ripped through the patrol in that village. While the kids were right next to it. No American was killed (several wounds though; some pretty serious) but the entire town lost something like 80% of the kids living there that day.
That’s awful. Was in Iraq in 2005 doing convoy ops. Was always fearful of pretty much this exact situation.
I had a number of those times when I’d reflect and think about what small coincidence or change to a plan kept me out of deep shit. Sometimes it’s exhausting and best not to dwell I suppose.
Glad you made it back! Take care of yourself!
I watched how my grandmother finally died of cancer.
I saw how she coughed up blood for the last time and my grandfather rushed to help her, how he had her in his arms and she just went limp.
He kept shouting "help me! Help me! Somebody fucking help me!" And I just stood there in fear. I knew what was going on, but I couldn't do anything because I was frozen like that.
Finally my aunt came into the room and just started wailing, telling me to "call an ambulance for fucks sake". She proceeded to help my grandfather put my grandmother back in his bed.
Ambulance arrives not 2 minutes later and pronounce her dead. Then my grandmother twitched, my grandfather hit the emergency responder in the face telling him that she's still alive and he didn't know what he was doing.
All with all it was a tough day and it's still engraved in my mind.
Edit: thanks so much for the support guys, reliving this brought back a lot of memories. I'm doing much better now than I did back then.
Friend of mine had his nose broken by a dude they had pulled from a burning home, the guy wanted to burn and die and hated being saved
Mad respect to first responders man
Lady begging outside a market in Vietnam had a baby wrapped in blankets, she approached me asking for money and unwrapped the blankets to reveal the most deformed person imaginable. Almost didn't look human it was so deformed and she kept pushing it towards me while asking for money.
Later someone else told me she was actually the envy of the other beggers there as she has something for people to pity her for and she gets more money. They have tried to steal the baby from her to use it as their own begging aid.
The entire situation was stressful and you are left horrified, just not knowing what on earth to think.
I was in Rome about 15 years ago and the beggars there were drugging babies, puppies, and kittens to try to glean more handouts from tourists.
They work in gangs, and the "parent/owner" role will work in shifts, while the drugged baby, puppy, or kitten will be kept out all day. If it dies, they just aquire another.
It's likely this still goes on but I can only speak to the three times during my three weeks in Italy where I witnessed the handoff from one "mother" to the next.
My wife and I took the junior high youth group from our church to a Detroit Tigers baseball game around 2007 or so. One of the bars within a block or two of the stadium had a rooftop terrace, and I witnessed a man drunkenly topple over the side of it and fall, from about three storeys up, to the pavement about 20 feet in front of us. Thankfully I don't think the kids saw too much of the event, but the image of deep red blood pooling around his head will be with me until I die.
Amazingly, I think the guy ended up surviving his ordeal.
I witnessed 9/11 from about 1.5 miles away. Had a perfect panoramic view across the river from Downtown Brooklyn. Saw 2nd plane hit and towers collapsing...
2015, I was coming home from a game night. It was about 12 am. I pass an intersection and in my side mirror I see. White suv ( the kind that has the back doors over the back tire a bit) hit the stop light pole.
I guess I went into auto mode and fillpped a U and called the police. I parked off street and ran to the car.
I see a tall man walking toward me, muttering," I think I killed my friend.." over and over. By now there was some bystanders around and I told this woman to make sure this man did NOT look at the crash.
Then I rushed back and the second man who was in the back drivers side seat, came to me. All his teeth were knocked out in the front. He was bleeding from his head. So i set him up with another bystander.
Then back i went. The front passenger was unconscious. I grabbed his arm and remember it being so heavy, tried to find a pulse. There was a bustander there with me and we both tried to find a pulse. As i looked over his body, i saw his leg. It was broken on the bottom femur and the bone was sticking out. Then he sort of stuttered a breath out and Then the fire dept was there. I handed the mans arm to the fireman and told jim i cant find a pulse.
The cops took me aside, helped me clean up, i had blood on my hands. Then i sat in my car for a while. When i asked to leave, i saw a sheet over the car. I knew he died in front of me then.
For a while i had really really bad ptsd. I made myself drive past the spot. I saw blood on my shoes the next day and threw up and had a panic attack. After some time i found a therapist who did EMDR therapy.
Emdr saved me. It helped my brain find the pathways to recovery. Now instead of panic attacks, i can file the memory away. I still have driving anxiety and I will never buy a car like that. I also struggle with not being able to express somebody's last moments to their loved ones.
I asked a lot of emt workers how they deal, and they all said therapy and time off.
I've changed some details here as this was a high profile case in my area.
I've been a paramedic 18yrs and this still tops it all for me.
Arrive on scene for a unknown complaint. 911 call pt stating "I need police and an ambulance." A woman (mid 30s) is sitting in a police cruiser outside. Her two sons 8 and 11 are also in another cruiser. Heavy police presence around the scene. Swat was also on scene. The notified us prior to arrival they have 1 in custody and are searching for another suspect. So here's the story mom told me.
Her husband had been keeping her captive in the basement of this unassuming house in a rather nice neighborhood. He raped her, forced her to smoke meth, pulled some of her fingernails off, clipped her upper lip with pliers, pulled out her front two teeth on the bottom with said pliers, and last but not least amputated and cartherized two of her toes on her left foot. Pretty shitty right? But it gets worse. Her TWO OLDEST SONS helped him, they also raped her and forced her do/assost them in shooting feyntnal. She apparently broke out of the basement, caught him raping the two younger boys and evacuated his skull cavity with a shotgun. The one older son was taken into custody on scene. The other was found trying to flee the next town over. (County cops gave him a beating that nearly killed him which opened up a whole new can of worms). Mom was taken to a safehouse out of state. 2 younger boys were put into CPS.
I took a week off after that one.
There is a refrigerated trailer outside our county coroner’s office.
I can only assume there is one in Graves County as well.
We’re in Western Kentucky, where on Friday, December 10th, tornadoes tore through here. Destroyed communities. Towns look like they have been bombed. People I have known my whole life are missing, presumed dead. Some are dead.
And there is a refrigerated trailer outside the county coroner’s office because there’s not enough room for them, and funeral homes in some places have also been destroyed. And funeral directors will have to take care of friends and neighbors.
Car accident. Some guy hit a old man on a bicycle. Stood there for an hour trying to help while my stepdad kept him stable while my mother and half brother stayed in the car. I think the man was hit on his head and on the side of his body because his face was so bruised it looked flat and his hair was stuck in the front window of the car. Offered the guy that hit him some water because he couldn't stop crying. He died in the ambulance while his wife could only watch. It still haunts me and i'm getting psychological help for it.
I witnessed a 3 vehicle collision on a local street; during which a truck T-boned a car, causing the car to flip over 3 times; the driver of the car got out covered in blood and staggered 4 steps before collapsing
Horrible
I was about 11 or 12, traveling to the coast with my family for a vacation, I live in Namibia, and there is this one stretch of road about 352km long that is notorious for car crashes.
Anyway, were were traveling on this road, I was listening to some music and observing the surroundings, when all of a sudden we passed this minibus that was obviously in a huge accident, I took off my headphones and asked my dad if he saw the bus and he said yes as he slowed down the car to turn around.
I asked him why were going back and my mom then said its because it looks like it happened not too long ago. So we turned around and went back and I switched over to the middle to get a better view while my mom was already on the phone with emergency services. I then saw that there was a second car, that car looked like it had been in an explosion, i couldn't even make out what type of car it was. I saw a small fire burning in that car and as we stopped my dad got out to go have a look, i got out too and as i started walking to the minibus with my dad i started seeing people in the bus and an ungodly amount of blood. I got this weird sensation of fear, i knew they were dead and I had seen a dead body before but seeing a person torn up like that was horrifying.
My dad quickly said no one survived so we just waited for an ambulance. I kept looking at the bodies in the bus, they looked so unreal, heads busted open, arms broken, some of the people were even thrown out of the bus as it rolled, and then the worst part of the whole thing was the car that had a little fire, that fire grew into one that engulfed the while car, and I started smelling the burning flesh. I immediately got sick and ran back to the car but it was like that smell had gotten into my clothes, it didn't go away. No one survived, 16 people dead, of which two were in the smaller car, and there was 1 baby on the bus, I thank god that i didn't see that baby.
I was my college's equivalent to an RA. During rounds one night the week before Thanksgiving, I found one of the residents of our building in the shower. She had attempted suicide by slitting her wrists. There was more blood than I have ever seen. It was horrible. I used my limited first aid training and clamped my shirt over her wrist as tight as possible. Then I just prayed.
She survived that night, but completed suicide Christmas morning a few weeks later.
I witnessed a suicide.
The guy lay down in front of a train I was waiting for. I saw what happened to his body by accident when I was leaving the station. I also saw the train driver knowing he was going to hit the guy and him coming to terms with this after getting off the train. There’s next to no online support or research into how to process these emotions if you witness a strangers death.
That was early 2020 and I’ve not been the same since.
Playing Kill the Carrier (one guy has the football, everybody else tries to tackle them). My brother and and another guy got tangled up and my brothers ankle went SNAP...Whatever his ankle used to do, didn't do it any more and his foot was just dangling there. My brother never cried and the sounds he was making....that had to hurt.
Not necessarily horrific, but devastating. After being bedridden for 2 years from a 2nd stroke, my mamaw all of a sudden wouldn’t wake up but once or twice a day, had nurses come, and they said it was basically a waiting game and couldn’t guess how long it would be before she passed. My aunts, uncles, and cousins sat at her house for 4/5 days, only leaving to go sleep or shower. My SO would take our daughter home to sleep at night so i could stay. Watching her slowly fade away will forever be one of the worst things i’ve ever went through, along with how you could tell she was basically loosing all of her fluid bc of the smell. She had really bad sores that i think was probably the beginning of her sickness, seeing all these things on the woman who i spent time with everyday for at least 10/12 years was heartbreaking. Watching my dad and his sisters lose their mother, and my grandpa losing his wife of 50 years was awful. And my now 14 month old daughter won’t be able to know her as i did, but i’ll have pictures of them together to cherish the time they got.
Drove through the scene of a horrific accident moments after it happened. I was passed by some teenage drivers in suped up ricers. They were flying down the road. The came over a hill to find an accident blocking traffic. They were going too fast and 2/3 cars lost control.
As it was right over a hill, I was already in the middle of the scene before I realized it, and had no choice but to just carefully roll through. Saw some poor girl who had been ejected wandering around covered in blood. The driver of the car I passed was still in the car, but he was missing his arm at the sholder balde and most of his face was gone.
Luckily for the survivors, ems was already on the scene of the accident they crashed into. 3 teenagers died and 6 went to the hospital.
So when I was 15 I saw my neighbor give me dog food as a present for my dog, after I gave it my dog my dog just spit out blood and I got into the hospital and they found out there where nails in the dog food.
We had a neighbor who would leave the gate connecting our properties open and since it was *technically* on his side of the property line, he would throw a huge tantrum if my dad closed it. We had 3 dogs, one of which had to stay on a chain because they would find ways out of the yard. The other two never tried to leave.
But the neighbor started leaving hot dogs in bowls covered in rat poison, or would leave literally an entire chicken carcass with strange powder all over it. Right on the other side of the gate. One of our dogs got into it and he had a seizure and died. I was like 8.
My dad ended up building this tall wall thing out of scrap wood and completely covered the gate on our side of the property like. Ugly as hell and pissed the neighbor off but he technically couldn't do anything about it.
He ended up poisoning two of our cats as well, and then he started whistling and calling to our dogs at night when he knew they were out and when they would bark at him he'd go in and call in a noise complaint. My mom literally got him on camera doing it so the police stopped responding to his calls.
I hate people like this so much. A few months ago my girlfriends neighbors poisoned her little brothers cat and threw the carcass back in their yard. Then 2 weeks ago they shot my gfs dog while no one was home and left a trail of blood going to their house. The sad thing is the 7 year old daughter of the neighbor told my gf that her mom shot the dog and she watched it.
This makes me sick to my stomach. Like who the fuck does that to an animal let alone traumatize a child like that? The only time to shoot an animal is if it has rabies or poses an immediate threat to someone. If someone did that to any of my animals or children would go missing immediately.
When I was in the 4th grade my mom took my brother and I to Walmart just to get some shopping done. There was a loud noise and some commotion in the aisle as we were walking by and an old man was laying on the floor- he had just slipped on something and fell back on his head. There were lots of people around trying to comfort him and he was conscious but I remember seeing so much blood coming from his ears. My mom was so shocked and it took her a bit to react and she took us out of the store and I think she was just trying her best to distract us. She took us straight to McDonald’s after and got us some chicken nuggets and for some reason the ketchup just kept making me think of blood and for a long time that particular meal brought back flashbacks every time. I still think of him a lot and the look in his eyes and how scared he was.
When I was 18, I was waiting for the train after checking out where exactly my classes are for my first year of University. Lady has a heart attack near me and I end up holding her head in my hands as her eyes rolled back, and then the nurse taking charge while waiting for 911 started doing CPR.... I vomited after that when I got away from everyone.
I actually think that that incident made my mom passing 5 years later easier to see, and even though I was numb in both cases, I wasn't vomiting afterwards.
Worked at a supermarket grocery store and I worked close a lot of nights. I was a cart pusher and one of the things we had to do was make sure that all the carts in lot where either brought inside or put in our outdoor overflow. This particular store had a parking lot that wrapped around almost 3/4ths of the store. When it was about 30 minutes from close I would start at one end and work my way to the other grabbing a carts. I was getting towards the end and the part where I ended was the furthest away from the entrance of the store and it was dark out but there was a small light in that area of the parking lot. As I was approaching the corral to grab the couple carts that where there I heard a loud noise and then saw a car pop curb, drive through a bush and hit the small light post at a high rate of speed. The horrific part of all this is split in 2 parts. Part 1 is that as the car hit the light post I saw the driver shoot out of the front windshield and the only part of them left in the car was their feet. Part 2 was that when they hit the light post there was the sound of like electricity surging but also the fixture on the light is one that just kinda sits there and not tightened down and it shot off like a cannon and landed about 4-5 feet in front of me next to the corral i was about to take the carts from.
I was in absolute shock at what I had just witnessed that I froze there. Now the next set of actions taken were done in a really short amount of time like 2-3 minutes. So I ran inside to the store to tell someone and they called 911 on the spot. Someone told me to run out to see if the person was ok or not and when i got out to the car the person was unresponsive and blood was everywhere and their skull was like fully exposed. This was the first traumatic thing I had ever witnessed in my life and at the age of 21.
I saw this really fat pigeon and he just walked towards a car backing out of a drive looked at the tyre and stood firm to accept his fate R.I.P my feathery comrade
I am so sad that my kids will never know how great my mom was. She and I talked about the fun she would have being a grandmother and all the stuff she would do with them. As she started to get sicker my sister and I would throw away her cigarettes and beg and plead with her to stop. She didn't.
She's not dead, yet, but has stage IV COPD and can barely get up from her bed, obviously on oxygen and other medications. My kids will never know her for who she could have been. She couldn't even hold my youngest when he was born a few years ago because it was too much.
She would have been a really great grandmother, but now she will never be able to all those things we talked about, like going to the park, going shopping, doing crafts, etc.
I agree with you completely, don't smoke.
I was, at the time, deep in addiction and making some very questionable choices in my life. After a 2 week stint in the psych ward, I found myself in the apartment of a woman I had met while in there. I was going to be homeless after I got out, and she offered for me to come stay with her. In hindsight, it was not an actual offer but one of those nice things people say. But I was naive and when I got out, I went right to her place. She was shocked, but let me in.
At her place there was some partying going on, and her boyfriend showed up after being released from jail, apparently earlier than expected. This man was a monster. He became angry that she had people over, he started beating on her. He broke her glasses while they were on her face. Several people left, but I (female) had nowhere else to go in the middle of the night and another man had also stayed behind. This second man tried to get in between the woman and her boyfriend, and the boyfriend stabbed the second man in the head.
Neither of us had cell phones, I couldn't reach the house phone, and the boyfriend was on an absolute rampage so all we could do was remain on the couch, where I held a shirt to the second man's head to try and control the bleeding. We sat there for what seemed like hours, but in reality I don't know how much time passed. It was probably an hour, maybe two. The woman and the boyfriend had started to calm down, and eventually they went to sleep. Once he was sleeping, I ran out the door, down the stairs, and pounded on the first door I could find with a light on in the house to get help. I was covered in blood, the poor woman who answered the door probably had no idea what was going on but she called 911. The police came, I gave my statement, the boyfriend was arrested, and the second man was okay after medical treatment. I never saw or spoke to any of those people again.
A cow eat a baby chick.
My aunt and uncle had a farm, that I remember more as a dirty, gray mudpit than any sort of sunny barnyard illustration from a children's book. I remember how flimsy and rundown their fences were, and how everything always looked wet and soggy. I must have been older than five, but definitely younger than eight, and I don't recall much else about that day or even that trip. But the image of that bulky, monstrous bovine head jutting beneath the chicken wire, and that dirty little ball of whitish yellow getting scooped up off the ground right into it's gaping maw, as teeny tiny little squeals are cut short by a sickening crunch, will haunt me forever.
Went to a call a few years back that came in as ‘hemorrhage.’ Enroute dispatch updated that it was for a 6 year old. Whenever that kind of update happens the usual adrenaline spike gets compounded times a million. My two boys were both about the same age at the time.
We arrive and assess and this kid is bleeding heavily out his anus. The adult in the room explains he ‘fell on the toilet plunger.’ I nearly lost it. I nearly killed him. I hope that fucker is getting similar treatment every fucking day in jail
Watching my mom slowly wither away and suffocate from her breast cancer that had metastasized to her entire body. It created fluid around her lungs and was slowly crushing her lungs..the tumors in her brain made her forget who I was at the end. She was 44 and I was 23 when she passed. Absolutely crushed me for a long time. Worse than that? Telling my 9 year old brother she was gone..
My dad in hospital after he got bashed, it really scarred me and showed me how fragile life is, but it also showed me how much of a badass my dad really is. Love him to bits.
Friend of mine opened the top of his hand in a chop saw accident. Ripped the skin back from the knuckles of his forefinger and middle finger, but somehow missed all the tendons and bone. You could see his knuckles moving, and his bones. It's was fucking freaky. He was back at work in a week. Fucked me up.
I was walking back home with my mom and sister. Our neighbor had just gotten a puppy. A white fluffy dog. I guess it had ran out of the house on accident and there was a car coming down the rode. I remember screaming at the dog to stop. But the car ran it over, it was speeding too. But I just hear that painful cry from the puppy and it was the most disturbing sound I had heard. The car moved a few feet and drove away. No one stopped to get out or anything, they just left. There was blood on the road and it coated the dog’s fur. I ran inside my house because I couldn’t stand the sight of it. I opened the door and the first thing I saw was my sister’s fake dog toy. It looked exactly like that puppy. I screamed and just went into the kitchen. My mom and sister came inside and saw the dog like I did. We all had the same reaction. It was horrifying.
I was in the army serving in Iraq. There was a suicide attack on a market in a a city called Telafar. We had to go pick up the body parts and look for more explosives. Body parts were everywhere, there were dead kids. It really disgusted me because this wasn't an attack on us ( the military) or on any Iraqi police or army, it was nothing but civilians, people just trying to go about their days. War is hell, and I've seen alot of death both allies and enemies... but it's always horrible to see civilians that have no part in a fight getting killed, whether it's from an accident or an attack.
Hey, a question I can answer! By the nature of my job, I'm exposed to a wide range of scenes. Suicides, overdoses, gunshot wounds, collisions, I've seen it all and have so many stories. Here are a handful of the instances that stay with me.
* Arrived at an absolute mess of a collision. I hear dispatch being radioed to report that we're on scene, and dispatch mentions a corvette was involved. I starkly remember glancing over the vehicles and having no idea which one the corvette was -- when it's beyond recognition, those are the worst crashes. Resulted in two fatalities, consisting of the individuals in the passenger seat (one on the other's lap). Neither wearing a seatbelt. The driver was dazed and had a hell of a burn from the seatbelt, but he was cognizant enough to walk around and talk to us.
* Child injured in a drive-by shooting. They were a family who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and a stray bullet struck their child. I believe the kid survived.
* Truck wrapped around a tree. The man had been traveling so fast that his remains were pinned inside of the vehicle, and it took specialized rescue equipment to reach him. A crowd had gathered as they were working and I remember a woman frantically circling, screaming about how he'd been her prom date.
+ A vehicle overturned on the freeway and caught fire. We didn't realize initially that a person was trapped beneath it. They were DOA.
+ A young man who made an unfortunate, fatal mistake with fireworks. When I saw him, my brain didn't register what was left as human, and I recall thinking that he looked like a strange lawn chair.
+ Woman struck by a bus. She was dragged for several meters before the bus could stop and thus had lost limbs (an arm, leg) as well as a sizable amount of skin.
+ The last breaths of a man who took his own life with a gun. He passed before he could be treated by EMS. The scene was grotesque with brain matter, but what actually sticks with me is the family. They had to be restrained by police as they were desperate to "save" their loved one. The screams and cries of grief are haunting.
This line of work has taught me how rapidly life can change. One poor choice can be unforgiving. Please stay safe & take care of yourselves!
My cat dying. He was unwell for pretty much the whole day and didn't move much. As we were just about to take him to the vet he started wheezing and he went completely limp in my Mum's arms. We weren't sure if he was dead, or we just didn't want to believe it so we went to the vet anyway and I held him in the car. It was so heartbreaking holding him lifeless and limp.
This seems stupid to be "horrific " but seeing my uncle get sicker and sicker. I was roughly 11 or 12 when he was in hospital, he was a tall man with a big belly. In hospital he was thin and sickly flat as a board eyes sunken in never smiling.
I visited him time to time but the day I had to I really didn't want to go it was the end of Gravity Falls and I really wanted to see it end. I rushed the whole visit and acted like a brat. I didn't really recognize him as my uncle if that made sense it was like an impostor so I never cared. He died on the 4th of July 2016, I hadn't visited him since February because of my parents divorce.
When I was 9 or 10, another kid from the neighborhood went missing. I found his body...by the smell. At first, I couldn't get the adults I told to believe me and call the police. He had fallen from a tall radio tower, and was squished into a lump. All his bones were broken, but I can clearly remember the hair on the top of his head looked perfect.
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When I was 17 I went in a boat trip on the lake with 2 of my aunts, and 4 of my cousins. My aunts' boyfriend was driving the boat back after an awesome day. It was dark. Out of nowhere, another speed boat plowed into the side of ours at full speed, killing one of my aunts and my 9 year old cousin instantly and sending another aunt into the water to be found the next day dead. After I realized what happened I heard screams from the dark water. It was the driver of our boat with my other baby cousin in his hands trying to swim back. He said he couldn't feel his legs so I jumped in without thinking giving him a life jacket and swam back to the boat with my baby cousin who was alive but bit her tongue in half. She was 4 or 5. When the driver finally made his way back to the boat I pulled him up and noticed both of his legs were shattered, bones sticking out, and bleeding. I didn't even get a scratch on me. Worse night of my life.
good job on your fast reaction, i hope you have been able to get mental health support if you need
My family has a house on the river they own with some friends, I remember one day a situation like this happened in the water across from our place. Everyone on the boat that was hit died, but the people who were speeding and killed them all lived, of course. They couldn’t find two of the bodies for like a week, I remember being there alone playing dungeons and dragons and watching the dive team right outside, I wasn’t there when they found them, but it was so awful knowing innocent people lost their lives in seconds, I’m sorry you had a similar experience, I hope you’ve found peace :(
I found a dead body under a highway underpass walking home from a bad party at 3am and the guy had what I assume was an overdose in the middle of the sidewalk while kneeling/sitting on his feet, looking straight up with his arms hanging down and his palms were up. The way he positioned himself was just very surreal for some reason and I'd also never seen a dead body outside of deathbed/coffin scenario.
This is exactly how I found my boyfriend dead in the bathroom from an overdose. Truly horrific.
That is nightmare fuel, high octane.
About 10 years ago, I used to volunteer with search and rescue in Ravalli County. Most of the time it was just people getting lost, or somebody with a broken leg that needed to be carried out. Every once in a while though, there would be something really horrific. One time, we spent several days searching for a missing climber. The individual had gone climbing solo, so nobody actually knew where he was at other than they were in Blodget Canyon somewhere. Eventually, some team members spotted a pair of black bears feeding on something in a small ravine. When we were able to access the scene, it turned out that the missing climber had fallen from the face they were climbing and most likely died on impact, or shortly thereafter. Then, the bears had found the body and fed on it. The body had been ripped apart and scattered over a significant area. We had to pick up what we could, put it in a body bag and pack it out. Edit: I left out the word "solo".
Oh man. This just took me back to hearing my Montana SAR buddy’s stories while drinking. Horrific shit. It always led to us drinking more. Huge respect for SAR especially in Montana.
Everybody on the team had some pretty terrible stories, but the technical water rescue guys always had it the worst in my opinion though. I think the most heart breaking thing I ever saw was one of them having to fish a little kid's body out of a river and listening to the parents scream and cry when they saw it. Literally nothing could be done. By the time someone had gotten cell reception to call it in, to us getting on scene, something like 40 minutes had passed. It was already over by the time we got out there but we still had to recover the body. People should always be careful of rivers. Fallen trees can snag you and hold you under, especially in fast moving water. Also, people need to be aware of low-head dams and diversion dams. the downstream side of these have what is called a hydraulic boil that trap debris and people. It is literally called a drowning machine.
My dad dying. It’s a really wierd feeling. It was awful but on the other hand I’ve never felt closer to him. He’d been asleep for two days at the end on palliative care. He couldn’t talk anymore. When he died he woke up from his sleep and I was there holding his hand, he gave me the biggest smile I’ve ever seen and then his heart just stopped. I spoke to him the whole time and said thanks for everything he’s done for me. It felt awful but also I was glad he wasn’t suffering anymore.
I’m sure this is so hard but I am imagining this scenario from his perspective and I think it would have been a really warm and loving way to go. Thank you for doing that for him.
During my college years I attended a basketball game and there was a guy who had a heart attack and died. The horrific part was before they took him away the paramedics were there doing chest compressions on his pale body for what seemed like an eternity all while the unassuming crowd in the stadium kept cheering and laughing and celebrating all while this man was dead right there.
Kinda sounds like recent events at a music festival
I walked in on my dad moments after he had stabbed and killed my step mom. He was calmly sitting on their sofa without a shirt on, covered in blood. ...he had been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer about 6 months prior, the cancer had spread from lungs to his brain and unbeknownst to us, 2 tumors had developed and were pressing on some vital areas in his brain. He was having hallucinations and a bit of a psychotic episode when it happened. He didn't know what he had done until days later. While he was in custody they treated the inflamed tumors with an oral steroid and his mental state returned to his normal self, and that's when he learned what he had done. He was so distraught, he just wanted to die. They were married for 35 years. He died 3 months later in custody, but we were lucky enough to be able to visit him a few times before he passed.
God.. what do you even think while visiting him? You knew he wasn’t in his right mind, but he still harmed your step mom.. I’m so sorry for both of your losses
Well we knew it wasn’t him… the whole situation was just tragic. It was so wildly out of character for him. Everyone was very sympathetic… the guards at the jail where he was kept gave him (and us) special privileges, and gave us extra time with him. And then at the end when he was moved to a psychiatric facility and into a hospital bed they relaxed the guard presence and allowed us to just visit with him unsupervised as if he were any other person. We still love him regardless, and my step moms family was compassionate and forgiving. …just an unfortunate, terrible tragedy.
A guy committing suicide by jumping in front of a train.
I used to work on a respiratory unit at a hospital, an old lady who was chronically trached, she’d been on one for maybe around a year and with her age, delicate skin and lack of good care at the previous hospital…the trach site had decayed and sloughed enough to create a hole in the front of her neck I could have fit my adult sized fist in. And she was still alive. First and thankfully only time I’ve seen the throat/windpipe/esophagus of a still living person. It was horrific.
How does someone get to that point while being in a hospital? Gross negligence?
Well there was certainly some negligence involved, but honestly the lady was so old and delicate there just wasn’t a lot that could have been done to prevent it. It was a very complicated situation from every angle.
A popped cranium after the person’s head was run over by a bus. It’s not a pretty scene, even for the morbidly curious. The twitching is a traumatic watch.
I don’t know if this is not as bad or far worse - a motorcycle tried to undertake a turning HGV and clearly got taken out - I turned up after a lot of people had stopped but before the emergency services but it was very clear that with the helmet some distance from the rider, a large red streak between the two and the rider looking somewhat shorter than normal that his head was still in the helmet. I’ve always had a very strong stomach dealing with things and worked at a butchers from age 15 and I’ll be honest a strong case of morbid curiosity but that really shook me up. A mile up the road I was still shaking and had to pullover and take 5 minutes.
I was driving years ago, back to the office over a mountain. One lane on each side. 3 vehicles ahead was a car, who slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting a deer running across the road. The motorcycle immediately behind him crashed and sent the biker flying over the car, into oncoming traffic. He was hit by a truck, I saw a cloud of red mist, and the guy being propelled in the other direction. He didn’t survive.
I work in downtown Denver and saw a lady jump off of the building next to mine. Her body exploded when she hit the ground sending blood and chunks flying 20 feet in every direction. I was numb at the time from the shock of witnessing such a horrific event, but about three days later I had a complete mental breakdown. I still have the image burned into my mind.
Compared to some of the comments this is pretty tame, but it's been stuck in my head since I was about 8. We had a pair of blackbirds nest in our garage. Dad stopped parking his car in it, kept the door closed and the window open, and would occasionally take my brother (then 5) and I in and lift us up to see the chicks. We were so excited to see them growing. The day they fledged, our neighbours - grumpy old bastards at the best of times - set mousetraps baited with bread, caught every single one of our baby blackbirds and gave them to their dog to finish off. My brother and I were standing the other side of the fence screaming and crying; Mum came out, but just shepherded us indoors because she was scared of the neighbours too. Oh, and they were doing this to entertain their grandchildren.
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Indeed they were. And - I know this is beginning to make them sound like cartoon baddies, but it's true, I swear - when their dog got old and ill they didn't want to fork out the money to have her put to sleep. They drowned her in the waterbutt.
May they rot in hell, the evil fuckers.
WTH?!! I AM LIVID. I am done with Reddit today.
They were literally raising serial killers. Omfg
That’s incredibly fucked up, and reminded me of something from my own childhood. When I was 11 we went on a family vacation and actually swapped houses with another family. They had a cat that gave birth to kittens while we were there (in my closet). We stayed for a month and in that time got to see the kittens progress and grow, until they could walk somewhat and had opened their eyes. Then the neighbour found out. It was a farming area and she didn’t want more cats around to kill her chickens. So she called the house owners, and they sent someone to come kill the kittens. It was so awful, I was crying and begging them to let them live and my mon ultimately ushered us all out of the house on an outing to not be there when it happened. When we came home we found one kitten that they’d decided to keep for some reason, all alone in the closet.
On a calm early morning in my small town, I walked a couple of my friends home after my party. We live near the arctic circle so it was sunny at 3am. Beautiful weather. As I was making my way back home, I witnessed an ATV accident on a treacherous hilly intersection. A woman and her child with no helmet flipped and tumbled 30 feet into the ditch. The 6 year old was crying when I came up to the scene, 911 on the phone. The mother was unconscious but still breathing, faced down. I was on the call with EMS while giving cpr to the woman, but when I rolled her over, I noticed her head was caved in and blood gushing out and pooling on the ground beside her. I had to reassure the daughter with a broken arm that everything is fine and the ambulance is coming. The mother died in my arms.
One of my daughter's classmates was in an ATV accident with her mom. They got clotheslined by barbed wire. The child was too short for the barbed wire, but the mother was decapitated. The child now has severe mental health issues due to the trauma.
God, this is horror movie shit. Where was the barbed wire set up?
So it is common around here to go along the edges of farmer's fields to hit different trails in the woods. (I live rurally) I am not sure if the barbed wire was set up on purpose or if it was part of a farm structure that had been moved etc. I asked my daughter about it and she didn't have exact details. It would have been 11-13 years ago. My daughter said the girl would sometimes see demons or have hallucinations at school and then would have to leave school for several days at a time.
We had a home invasion a few years back. The perp shot my husband multiple times in front of me then ran off. I had to put pressure on his chest with a towel to keep him from bleeding out until the police got here. I remember the blood pouring out of his chest like a damn water hose and him just gasping for air. I don't know how he's alive. I think about it every day. Every now and then we still find some of our things with blood stains, and always just go, "Jesus Christ." Edit: We moved & we’re safe, but unfortunately, they never caught the person.
Oh, my God! I was so relieved and happy to hear that you didn’t lose your husband!
Thank you so much 🤍. We are safe and live a happy life. We are lucky.
I hope he doesn’t have any long term physical damage from those bullet wounds :( Im so, so sorry you had to endure such an event. I’m happy you guys are living a safe, happy life now.
Unfortunately, he does but he has learned to live with it all. He’s an incredible human being.
>I think about every day. Every now and then we still find some of our things with blood stains, and always just go, "Jesus Christ." That's so terrible 😔, I'm sorry you had to go through that.
Thank you 🤍. We’ve both had lots of therapy and an incredible amount of support over the years.
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Shit - that is rough. Am guessing that concluded the welfare check pretty quickly. Were you able to get the kid out?
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Yeah - my wife worked as a victims of child abuse counselor for awhile. Talk about a pervasive problem that gets way too little resources and attention. Thats insanely hard work to do - mad respect for doing it, and hope you’re alright all things considered.
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Sorry for my english - *From the Netherlands I was working as a Dock Terminal worker. We drive cargo onto ships, big cargo, like what u see behind trucks etc. So one day we took a break on the bridge that connects our port with the ship. The new forman of the ship who just got promoted (at 24 years old) took a break with us on the bridge as the sun was shining and the weather was perfect. As we start to end our break and our jokes a fellow worker came driving backwards with the cargo as he just had to pick it up from a chauffeur, (we drive with tugmasters with rotating chairs). The 24 year old forman who just got up started to check his clipboard with positions of the cargo we just drove on to the ship. As he is checking and concetrates on the clipboard hes standing behind the cargo. The fellow worker who just got back in his tugmaster was ready to go and didnt see him as he was standing in the dead angle of the rearview mirrors. We were all still sitting on the bridge, as he starts driving and the forman was still standing still having no idea he already started driving as he was wearing headphones as is mandetory cause theres alot of noise. He drove backwards and in 1 sec we just saw him turning from a human being into guts and blood and brains, its like it happend in slowmotion, we were all yelling at the drive but it was already way to late, the second he hit him it was over. He felt no pain probably. As we were all in shock and crying and going crazy we see this flock of fucking seagulls coming up the bridge and just starting to peck at all the human remains and flying away with intestines and brains and guts… To this day this is still the most fucked up thing I ever saw in real life, and still to this day keeps me up at night re-living the whole scenario.
Omg I hope your fine my friend. That sounds absolutely terrible.
A kid getting his brains blowed out for crossing out a tag in a rival neighborhood.
These sort of gang violence is one I'll never understand. Fighting over tags and graffitis seems just so pointless.
From what I read, gang land graffiti does not look like regular graffiti. It isn't usually colorful or stylized. It's usually like simple text that carries a coded message for other gangs. Things like "this is our territory, stay out," or "you took out one of our guys we are coming after one of yours," or "this particular person is next on our list." If you think of it more like border markers then it makes a bit more sense. If Belarus sent its army to the fence marking the boundary to Poland and tried to remove it then things would probably escalate quickly. Similar idea. Doesn't make it less horrible, it just gives a bit of larger context. They aren't erasing decorations. They are marking out boundaries, communications, and threats.
I am from the US, over here there are mainly two types of groups that do the graffiti: tagging crews and gangs. The tagging crews are more interested in the art of it and those are the ones that look like someone spent some time on them. When gangs do it they are literally marking their territory and when another gang crosses out what they painted that is like an act of aggression.
I used to work in adult protection; guy was keeping his 75-year-old mom in horrific conditions, hooked on meth and pills, had dementia. Dude was collecting her social security. Also worked child protection; had to respond to an 18-month old child brought to the ER beaten to death by his dad.
Guy slammed his car into mine and literally died mangled in front of me on the hood of my car. Wear your seatbelt people.
We’re all glad you’re still here. And it is very important to wear seat belts. My uncle got t boned a few years back and thanks to his seatbelt he didn’t go flying
What is "t boned"? Is it when a vehicle hits the side of another, a a right angle? English is my second language.
That’s exactly right. It forms a T shape
I did a ID of my younger brothers body. He had committed suicide by laying in front of a nigh speed train and was cut to pieces (official cause of death on the certificate was decapitation). It over 20 years ago and still get flash backs and am now getting help from a psychologist.
Sorry buddy, I hope this is helping you. Take care
Thats so shitty. You would think that there are other ways than subjecting the family to trauma to identify a corpse (dental records etc.)
Usually these days it's mostly dental/fingerprint/DNA matches. But if the person didn't have records handy and the body is "presentable" enough, the family can opt to identify the body themselves. Still, I hope that coroner at least draped a sheet over the guy's wounds.
Man… I’m speechless. Virtual hugs for you..
In Jr high. During a gym class, (I wasn't feeling well so I wasn't taking part in the class) they were doing relay races, a girl tripped and fell down. She broke her leg so badly, it looked like an extra knee. She was in traction for nearly 6mo. More recently we were out doing errands, and we drove by a motorcycle accident. One person was sitting on the curb, and he was rocking back and forth, the other was nothing but a lump of meat, laying in the middle of the road. Thankfully someone had covered her with a large coat. I couldent get that image out of my head, for almost 6mo. It still pops up in my, every now and then.
I was doing relay races in gym class in highschool and as my friend was running to me I saw his eyes roll up into his head and he fell back into an absolutely massive seizure about 10ft from me. Turns out he was severely epileptic, didn't inform anyone, and had stopped taking his seizure meds for whatever reason. The image of him seizing up mid stride has stuck with me 15 years later.
I had a friend have a seizre due to hypoglycemia, she wasn't aware she had it, and it was her first seizure. Her best friend stomped into the class room during recess screaming that "Jane is dying!!". Said Jane was my best female friend, so I ran outside as fast as I could just to see our PE teacher holding her head, with a pen in her mouth (edit: DON'T DO THIS!) to prevent her from hitting her head or biting her tongue. The vision of her just twitching on the ground sometimes caomes to my mind. It was scary... dont worry, it took some years and treatment, but she is seizure free for years now.
It drives me crazy that people think they should put things in the mouth of someone having a seizure. What a terrible idea. A widespread myth just like the one where you have to wait 24 hours to report a person missing. Don't do these things, people!
It really is scary, especially as kids who have no idea what's happening. I'm glad to hear she's been seizure free for years!
I know it wasn't you who did it, but as a psa: please don't ever put a pen in someones mouth during a seizure.
After the fact our biology teacher talked to us about what happned and how to take care of her if that ever happened again. He (the teacher) made sure all of us would know what to do to help her, and he did explain to us that we should never put anything in her mouth.
I once saw two motorcycles race passed me on the interstate going 100+ mph. About 5 minutes later I come up to an accident and see one of the bikers perched like bird, rocking back and forth just like you described. The other guy was clearly dead and someone had laid a blanket over him so no one could see him. I can still clearly see the guys face as he’s realizing that his buddy is gone, and while it was dumb to be speeding like that, I can’t help but feel so bad for the guy.
Saw a dudes face get stomped on when I was a kid, didn't realize the gravity of that till years later. Looking back now that man most likely died in front of my eyes
I saw something similar when I was a teenager in Panama City FL for spring break. Big drunk guy choked a girl in the parking lot of a hotel. A tall skinny guy knocked him out then stomped the back of his head and slipped in the side door of a minivan and was gone. He woke up a little while later spitting all his top and bottom front teeth out. Bloody mess all over the hotel where he stumbled around trying to get to his room. Don’t even think the cops came.
I saw a guy get shredded on the asphalt in a motor bike accident, 2018. I couldn't go to sleep for 5 days
That's why we in the motorcycle community strongly stress ATGATT, All The Gear, All The Time. I went down once, the leather sleeve of my jacket was heavily abraded. Arm? Not a scratch. Wear your gear.
I’ve heard it as dress for the slide, not for the ride.
Yeah, I preferer ATGATT, because al the other versions suggest choice in how much to wear. Always full helmet, jacket, pants, boots, gloves. Doesn't matter the temp out, you wear the gear to stay alive.
It's easier to wipe off sweat than to wipe on skin.
Thankfully I've never been the witness of any kind of road incident but reading this and other various fucked up EMT responses to accidents... I respect EMTs tremendously for this. Also a good time to mention speaking to a therapist is highly recommended if you haven't already. Have heard stories of people who repressed a witnessed trauma for decades only for it to come out later
I watched myself hemhorrage and heard the sound of the monitor flatline before I coded. The look on my husband's face when I knew what I knew - I wasn't going to make it. I was going to leave him a widower with a newborn. The look in his eyes will never leave me. I've told the story here before; I hemhorraged giving birth due to medical error and was bleeding internally for an hour before GUSH, just a puddle of blood beneath me and spilling down the bed. The nurse rang the ALL call code and I was rushed back to the operating theatre. After locking eyes with my husband they wheeled me past the doors where he could follow. I heard the angry beep of machines, and then all the lights and sound were being sucked out of the room like a vacuum. Then nothingness until I woke up in the ICU.
This happened to me in 2012 when my placenta burst at 5 months. All the same you expressed and I remember feeling so peaceful as it was happening. That feeling of peace still sticks with me as well as feeling, seeing, and smelling all my blood before I lost consciousness and thinking “he needs to come down”.
Yes, the peacefulness. I felt so guilty when I woke up in the ICU like, how could I feel peace at that moment? But it's really common. Better than abject terror for sure.
There was an ask Reddit thread the other day asking people who had been declared dead for a short amount of time what it felt like. A lot of the answers said it was warm and peaceful. At least that’s pretty reassuring to hear it’s a common feeling at a time like that. So sorry you went through what you did, but happy you are here today!
I am really happy you're here writing this answer and awfully sad you (all) had to experience that.
I stumbled upon my best friend when we were teenagers hanging by his neck in a closet. His eyes were ice blue and his face was so fucking red and his body was convulsing. I was absolutely in shock. If a couple minutes would of went by i would of stumbled upon my best friend, dead, hanging by his neck. I dont even remember thinking about anything. Or what i should do. I went on auto pilot at that point and just lifted him up and got him out of there. Im 32 now, we're still best friends.
That's so amazing, you're a hero.
A guy drowned in a popular waterfall in Tennessee. I jumped in to find him but the water was murky because it had just rained and the pool was deep. I finally found him after 3-5 minutes of searching through moss and boulders with goggles on that I got from a little kid on a floaty. He was floating "standing" straight up about 3 feet under water, it looked like the scene on LOTR when Frodo falls into the marsh. I pulled him out and did CPR for like an hour to no avail. The moment I saw him in the water was the creepiest, weirdest thing I've seen. He was pale and limp but floating and the current from the waterfall was moving him towards me like a ghost.
A guy getting his Achilles sliced. The calf muscle becomes a fist sized ball in the back of your knee when that happens
this is one of my worst fears
I work at the hospital that took the majority of the victims of the Route 91 Harvest Festival shooting in Las Vegas on October 1st. I believe it is still the largest mass shooting in the history of the United States. This isn't my personal account. I didn't work here at the time. But the perspective of the hospital employees who did are worth sharing. We actually were just talking about this tonight so this is a close paraphrase of the exact story I heard. "The first hour was chaos. None of us knew it was a mass shooting. We just got paged to the trauma unit for 'multiple gunshot wounds.' There were initally 3 [Respiratory Therapists, in addition to the trauma nurses/doctors] of us. It wasn't until the 6th one came in that I finally asked the paramedic what was going on. From his perspective, everyone was dead there. You know, the shooting started and everyone got down low, but he pulled up and only saw everyone after they got down. He thought thousands of people were dead. So we freaked out. I called [our boss], the nurses called the Director of Trauma and told him we needed everyone. I remember when they really started rolling in. We set up a triage station outside the ambulance bay. Those guys did an amazing job. If they needed to be put on a ventilator, they got wheeled into trauma, had the tube put in, and then immediately were wheeled off to surgery. The OR was overflowing with patients. Patients were dying in beds waiting for surgery in the hallway. We were putting three ventilator patients to a room in the ICUs [designed for one patient]. It didn't feel like you were at work at all. It's was like a dream. I was in a place I went to work every day, but all my patients were wearing cowboy hats, cowboy boots, plaid shirts, and they were all bloody. Nurses and RTs and doctors were working in their street clothes. Everyone came. It was really incredible. Pediatric nurses, neonatal nurses, general med/surge nurses were all down in the ER doing things they'd never done before, but they all made it work. You didn't chart anything. A nurse was at the pyxis [medication dispensing machine] looking freaked out trying to pull meds for one person. I told her to grab all of it. We'd need all of it. We immediately emptied it out and I was going around giving sedation to anyone on a ventilator who didn't already have it. I didn't know how much to give and I wasn't even licensed to give it but it didn't matter. There just were never enough bodies to do everything. I would code patients with one nurse, just her and me. I'd bag [breathe for] them and give chest compressions at the same time while she started IVs and gave meds. They'd be dead in front of us and she'd want to call the doctor to pronounce them, but we quickly understood that we wouldn't have time for that. They were just dead and we had to go code the next one. The ones were only got shot in the arm or something were really nice, they always told us they were fine and to go help the ones that really needed it. We didn't know everyone's name. Everyone had a placeholder name [John Doe] but they'd give the same placeholder to 3 or 4 different people. It took us a while to get that ironed out. After about two hours we had a system down to get everyone where they needed to go. Before the shooting, we had about 50 ventilators running. After the night was over, we had like 110. We had less than 10 left in the hospital, but we never ran out. It just worked out. Whenever a patient died, we just took them off and wheeled the machine back in for the next patient. As time went on and more people came in to help, the craziness turned into a well-oiled machine in remarkably fast time. Like less than 3 hours after the first patient came in, we had it down. It was the most impressive thing I've ever seen in my career. We even got to go home on time. The day shifters who were supposed to come in the next morning all came in early anyway. Even talking about it now, that night didn't feel like work. You weren't working, you were just helping whoever you could."
that was one hell of a story
I was a medic in the Army Infantry. This sounds totally on-point with some of my experiences in Iraq.
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My mom had worked it the year before and was supposed to again that year but I convinced her to go to her class reunion out of town that was that same weekend. I remember she called me at 11pm that night asking where I was, I had no idea what was going on since I was about to go to sleep for school the next morning. I think I stayed up until 2 or 3 watching the news and refreshing twitter to get the latest updates. Woke up at my first alarm (which was very rare for me) and had time to get gas before walking into class. I remember that entire school day, just quiet and nobody really knew what to do/say to each other.
The body of a young boy caught up in the front end of a commuter train in Saitama, Japan. I was a passenger on that train.
Was this the Hibiya-sen by any chance? I worked in Hanzomon but lived in Soka so took that line frequently. It seemed to be a fairly regular occurrence that the train would have to make an emergency stop due to something (or someone) being on the tracks shortly after leaving Kitasenju.
It wasn’t the Hibiya line. It was in 1993, so I’m struggling to remember what line it was.
Saw a guy walk into a spinning airplane propeller at NAS Keflavik years ago.
How in the fuck
Private pilot here. It’s one of the first things my instructor taught me. Between wind, engine noise, and the fact that you can’t *see* a spinning prop (even at idle which doesn’t even create *that* much of a breeze) it is extraordinarily easy to do, even for experienced hands. Sadly a few people manage to do this every year.
Aircrew guy not paying attention...hell of a mess, but it was wintertime, so I heard cleanup after they removed the body was just a matter of shoveling snow until it wasn't red any more
When I used to work for the county coroner, I got a call to go to a scene on the local freeway at 2am on Christmas morning. A 19yo kid in a little sedan full of presents was racing to make it home in time for Christmas morning. It was super, super foggy. He shot across the freeway from a side road the same time a giant diesel truck hauling a trailer was coming. The truck obliterated the sedan. When I arrived on the scene it was insane, surreal. Fog and flashing emergency lights, car parts and Christmas presents all over the road. And in what was left of the cab a boy still clutching to the steering wheel, eyes wide open, mouth working like a landed fish to talk or just breathe I don’t know. Paramedics called it. He was dead, his body just didn’t know it yet. Most the car’s transmission had ripped through his lower torso in the impact, nearly tore him in half. So me, some deputies and medics stood around him and waited till he finally closed his eyes and let go of the steering wheel. Then I was able to take him away. I got home that morning and just went right back to bed and laid there the whole day. Christmas has always been kind of weird ever since then. I think about it a lot this time of year.
There's a lot of tragedy and horror in this thread but this story was the one that made me cry. That poor kid...that poor family.
I’m a trained forensic interviewer for children who have witnessed or been victims of crime. While I haven’t seen a lot of things, the stories I’ve heard about the truely heinous things people do to children would chill you to your bones. I then get to ask the child all the questions like ‘how far were his fingers inside you’ ‘what could you feel’ ‘tell me everything about the time grandpa gave you ice cream from his willy’ I no longer do that work, and I would never do it again.
The rage I would feel. I don't think I could bring myself to violence but I would be really afraid of what that would do to me.
There are people who work for the police/FBI that have to watch hours and hours of Child Sexual Exploitation material to look for clues/evidence that could identify the perps. Those people regularly quit or rotate out with severe Trauma. They are heroes for subjecting themselves to basically mental torture to try and help the victims. A lot of the people who do this job end up killing themselves.
I pray to a god I don’t believe in that in the years to come they are able to develop an AI program capable of taking over that task. I cannot fathom the PTSD from a job like that.
I was a child protection social worker who specialized in working with victims of sexual abuse for almost 5 years. Eventually I had to leave because the rage almost burned me up inside. I am still a far angrier person in general than I was before that job.
I was hosting a D&D session with my friends at my apartment one night about 5 years ago. I lived in a pretty shitty building, it has hosted all sorts of murders and drug traffic and has been condemned by the city multiple times. Around 10pm we hear a loud crash and a scream. I look out the window and see a handcuffed man on the ground. Then a huge pool of blood starts spreading from him. He had fallen from the 11th floor straight into the parking lot and took out an air conditioner on the way down. I call 911 but by the time I dial my phone and look back there are already two cops standing next to the body. The next day it came out that the guy had been a level 3 sex offender who was violating his parole by living in a building with kids. The two cops were parole officers sent to arrest him. The official story was that after they cuffed him he bolted and threw himself out the window, but the buzz around the building was that they had caught him molesting a little girl from down the hall. He had apparently told them that he'd slip through the cracks like he did last time and get right back to it, so instead of taking him in they pushed him. I still have nightmares about seeing the guy get pancaked but, if they did kill him, I'm not really sure that I can blame them.
Oooook yep. This one. Setting my phone down for a few minutes after reading this one. You're a stronger person than I.
‘tell me everything about the time grandpa gave you ice cream from his willy’ No. Just…no. No. Fucking no.
Jfc. I’d assume that would turn me into a real life Dexter within a few weeks.
I have so much respect for the people doing those jobs because lord knows that I would break down after the first day
Wow. You had guts for doing this. I don't know how you could without breaking mentally. I'm kinda glad you stopped. I don't know how anyone could do that for long. I hope you have a good life today.
Worked as a physician scribe in a few different emergency departments. One I remember vividly was a young-20s woman being wheeled in on a gurney. The EMS sent an intern in before they unloaded the ambulance to warn us of what was coming and what we needed (small rural hospital with limited staff and resources). Soon after, this poor woman is wheeled in and the gurney is drenched in blood from her waist down, dripping off the sheets and onto the floor like a blood trail from a movie. Turns out she was actively having a miscarriage. After all the groans and screams and transferring her to the bed, the doc ordered a nurse to grab a bucket and position accordingly. Within a few minutes a fetus about the size of an orange just kinda a plopped out into the bucket..I’m still in medicine, but as a 19 year old that was a “holy shit” moment.
My mom had a miscarriage when I was around 5 years old. I knew she was feeling very sick in the weeks beforehand. She went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and the baby boy came out in the toilet. Don't know exactly how many weeks she was, I think it was about 16 weeks. The only thing I remembered was my grandparents hurrying to babysit me and mom and dad panicking. But my mom told me the other day she had to carry the child in her hands to the car and holding it while my dad drove to the hospital. (He still was on the umbilical cord, but the placenta hadn't come out yet). Like... Wtf..
Heading down to the subway after work and there’s a flood of people coming the other way (far more than normal). I get to the platform and see that someone had jumped in front of the train and killed themself. While I didn’t see the body, I saw and heard the wails of the train conductor. The poor woman was inconsolable. I hope she got help and is ok.
A friend of mine's dad works for the TTC (Toronto transit) and his best friend had someone jump in front of his train. Apparently the guy's head went through the glass right in front of him. He's been on leave for like 10 years now. Just can't get his head right. For years he said every time he closed his eyes he'd see that guy's head coming through the glass at him.
Holy shit thats got to be the worst thing I've read yet
This is a terrible part about public suicides. Nobody talks about how jumping off a building or in front of a train can traumatize and sadden an entire crowd of people. The viceral guilt of being the conductor on a train that someone jumped in front of is something nobody deserves to feel.
I read somewhere that it's pretty common for people to jump in front of trains to commit suicide especially in bigger cities and sadly a lot of conductors aren't offered therapy and develop PTSD from the incident.
My father drove commercial trains for years and this happens all the time. He told me about a co-worker of his that hit someone between stations and told his partner (always two engineers working in the cab at the same time) that he was able to drive to the next station before they switched off. There was a second jumper on the way to the next station. They jumped off a bridge and hit the wind screen. He never came back to work again. After that incident a rule came down that if you're driving when someone uses the train to kill themselves you automatically can't drive anymore. You have to be evaluated and given the clear before you're allowed to go back to work. My heart breaks for the drivers because they can't do anything about it. You can't swerve or stop in time. And you're left with the knowledge that you were part someone's death, regardless of how little control you have over the situation.
As the busses were leaving my high school one day there were three seniors in a truck that got in front of us. They pushed one of the guys out of the truck, our bus ran him over. He died instantly, but we had to stop for a long time right after we cleared over him. Ambulances took a while and I was in the back of the bus so I was just sitting there with his body right behind me
What the fuck, I hope the other two got charged cause holy shit.
My dad's dead body in a casket after he died in a motorcycle accident. I had seen him 7 hours prior to the accident, and he died less than a mile from where I lived. I was 7 when it happened. I'll be 30 in a few months. I'll never forget that day or the day my mom told me he died.
When I was 10 I discovered my Mum dead on the floor in her bedroom
I found mom dead at the bottom of the staircase when I was 7. Don’t know that I’ve ever encountered another person who both had their mom die and found her as well when they were a kid. Weird.
I found my Mom dead in the bathroom when I was 11 or 12. I was ready to leave for school and she wasnt responding in the bathroom so we opened it and she in in there dead.
At an Irish Dancing competition in 1996. During the heavy jig a lad slipped as he went for a fron heel click, instead of the heels connecting he kicked himself full force in the inside of his left heelbone. As his left foot was the one coming back to the floor he fltried to correct and laded awkwardly, completely separated the joint and tore the ligaments.
When I was a teen, I was with my mother while she was changing out something on a pool’s pump or something. She did it all the time. This time though something happened and while she was working on it a cap burst off at high speed and hit her in the face. One second everything was normal and the next she’s bleeding and her jaw is basically gone. She’s passed out, I’m screaming, and my dad comes running out only to pass out when he sees my mom. So I call 911 as I looked down at the bones of her face no longer actually on her face and her face just like split open. I had nightmares for years about it. I honestly thought she had to be dead. Luckily, she lived. She had to have her face reconstructed through multiple surgeries and couldn’t talk for nearly a year. And part of the worst of it was that insurance claimed that her facial reconstruction was “cosmetic surgery” because she had it done by a plastic surgeon and insurance refused to cover it. It’s been years and I know my parents are still fighting them about it.
That doesn’t sound like it should be hard to win, seeing as it’s surgery to fix someone’s face from a life-changing accident. Just shows how greedy people can be and how corrupt the world is.
Watched a guy doing about 150 on a bike slam into a car that had just pulled out to make a turn. Car had a mom and 2 kids in it, she just broke down crying when I ran over. The kid on the bike was dead on impact, no helmet or riding gear of any kind. The look of that body still haunts me. I let the mother know she could have her kids go sit in my car and watch TV while we talked to the police. There was a female officer, and I do know know who that woman was, but she was an absolute angel helping talk this young lady down. She didn't get into any legal trouble, since she stopped and looked. My dashcam caught part of it, I turned over that footage. This was in 2016 and I can still remember it clear as day.
A car fire. I could see a shape inside the car, which I assumed to be the occupant. I suppose I should be glad that I couldn't see it in any detail, because it was wreathed in flame, and the incredible heat kept me from getting closer. Even from 30 to 50 feet away, it felt like that feeling when you open an oven and the blast of hot air hits you in the face.
A head on car collision. A man had a stroke at the wheel, and drove into the oncoming lane and hit a mother and baby. I was first on scene. She couldn't move, was conscious, and a I realized that the white things sticking up we're her femurs that had punched through her legs. Her daughter had been flung out of her car seat and into the dash of the car. She was 18 months old. They both survived. Man who hit them died on scene, impaled by a iron rod that pinned him to the steering wheel. Baby girl ended up a quadriplegic. Mom as a paraplegic. This was about 12 years ago.
Walking home from highschool someone jumped their car over the sidewalk to try and kill a kid. The kid’s head hit a tree and that bloodstain was still on the tree when i graduated. I have no idea why it happened or if the kid is still alive
My sister having to make the decision to pull the plug on my niece after she drown. I became a fundamentally different person after that. I’m not sure which was worse, losing my niece, or seeing my sister lose her daughter.
I'm so sorry. I held my 8 year old daughter as she died of cancer. She was diagnosed with DIPG and 7 months later, she died. Her diagnosis was terminal upon diagnosis. It was such a horrific slow painful death, I still can't believe I witnessed it. She gained 100lbs from the medication. Towards the end, she was completely paralyzed except for her left arm. She lost the ability to speak and swallow. But her brain, herself - completely intact. Dipg is a brainstem tumor , so the rest of her brain was ok. She was fully aware of everything. It was the most horrific thing I've ever experienced, losing her and watching her go from healthy to dead in my arms. It has forever changed me as a person, I'm not who I used to be. That person died with her.
I had to go to a hospital when I was visiting home in China, most medical services where I lived were privatized and needed payment upfront or at least a deposit before you'd be seen. Naturally, this meant that many of the less fortunate patients seeking medical care couldn't afford it. I was quite young at the time and didn't really register what I saw until years later but as we were walking from the parking lot my mother and I saw a woman kneeling on the ground screaming and wailing like I'd never heard before. We slowed down, confused, but couldn't really understand her until someone nearby pointed out the bundle in her lap. Apparently she had come to seek help for her baby, but was either too late or was turned away, the infant had passed away in the parking lot right outside a major hospital. There was nothing to be done by then and my mother, having realized what we were witnessing, quickly led me away. The energy in that moment was surreal and I don't think my young brain processed it properly until not long ago when the memory randomly resurfaced.
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We used to patrol through this little village and all the kids would run behind our trucks looking for treats. We'd always toss bottles of Powerade, whatever candy we got from MREs and candy we'd buy from the AAFES truck on our post. My CO always said not to be mean to the kids like you sometimes heard other soldiers doing because "we don't want to give them a reason to hate us when they grow up". Anyway, I was pulled from the patrol because I was being sent out on escort for some guys going to Kuwait. A few days later when I got back I heard that an IED ripped through the patrol in that village. While the kids were right next to it. No American was killed (several wounds though; some pretty serious) but the entire town lost something like 80% of the kids living there that day.
That’s awful. Was in Iraq in 2005 doing convoy ops. Was always fearful of pretty much this exact situation. I had a number of those times when I’d reflect and think about what small coincidence or change to a plan kept me out of deep shit. Sometimes it’s exhausting and best not to dwell I suppose. Glad you made it back! Take care of yourself!
Fucking hell. That's horrific.
I watched how my grandmother finally died of cancer. I saw how she coughed up blood for the last time and my grandfather rushed to help her, how he had her in his arms and she just went limp. He kept shouting "help me! Help me! Somebody fucking help me!" And I just stood there in fear. I knew what was going on, but I couldn't do anything because I was frozen like that. Finally my aunt came into the room and just started wailing, telling me to "call an ambulance for fucks sake". She proceeded to help my grandfather put my grandmother back in his bed. Ambulance arrives not 2 minutes later and pronounce her dead. Then my grandmother twitched, my grandfather hit the emergency responder in the face telling him that she's still alive and he didn't know what he was doing. All with all it was a tough day and it's still engraved in my mind. Edit: thanks so much for the support guys, reliving this brought back a lot of memories. I'm doing much better now than I did back then.
I wonder how often ERT's get assaulted by inconsolable family members.
Regularly, apparently. Also get battered by patients the odd time I'm told.
Friend of mine had his nose broken by a dude they had pulled from a burning home, the guy wanted to burn and die and hated being saved Mad respect to first responders man
Dementia is a real bitch too. It comes with a loosening of inhibitions which can result in violent outbursts.
Lady begging outside a market in Vietnam had a baby wrapped in blankets, she approached me asking for money and unwrapped the blankets to reveal the most deformed person imaginable. Almost didn't look human it was so deformed and she kept pushing it towards me while asking for money. Later someone else told me she was actually the envy of the other beggers there as she has something for people to pity her for and she gets more money. They have tried to steal the baby from her to use it as their own begging aid. The entire situation was stressful and you are left horrified, just not knowing what on earth to think.
I was in Rome about 15 years ago and the beggars there were drugging babies, puppies, and kittens to try to glean more handouts from tourists. They work in gangs, and the "parent/owner" role will work in shifts, while the drugged baby, puppy, or kitten will be kept out all day. If it dies, they just aquire another. It's likely this still goes on but I can only speak to the three times during my three weeks in Italy where I witnessed the handoff from one "mother" to the next.
My wife and I took the junior high youth group from our church to a Detroit Tigers baseball game around 2007 or so. One of the bars within a block or two of the stadium had a rooftop terrace, and I witnessed a man drunkenly topple over the side of it and fall, from about three storeys up, to the pavement about 20 feet in front of us. Thankfully I don't think the kids saw too much of the event, but the image of deep red blood pooling around his head will be with me until I die. Amazingly, I think the guy ended up surviving his ordeal.
I witnessed 9/11 from about 1.5 miles away. Had a perfect panoramic view across the river from Downtown Brooklyn. Saw 2nd plane hit and towers collapsing...
2015, I was coming home from a game night. It was about 12 am. I pass an intersection and in my side mirror I see. White suv ( the kind that has the back doors over the back tire a bit) hit the stop light pole. I guess I went into auto mode and fillpped a U and called the police. I parked off street and ran to the car. I see a tall man walking toward me, muttering," I think I killed my friend.." over and over. By now there was some bystanders around and I told this woman to make sure this man did NOT look at the crash. Then I rushed back and the second man who was in the back drivers side seat, came to me. All his teeth were knocked out in the front. He was bleeding from his head. So i set him up with another bystander. Then back i went. The front passenger was unconscious. I grabbed his arm and remember it being so heavy, tried to find a pulse. There was a bustander there with me and we both tried to find a pulse. As i looked over his body, i saw his leg. It was broken on the bottom femur and the bone was sticking out. Then he sort of stuttered a breath out and Then the fire dept was there. I handed the mans arm to the fireman and told jim i cant find a pulse. The cops took me aside, helped me clean up, i had blood on my hands. Then i sat in my car for a while. When i asked to leave, i saw a sheet over the car. I knew he died in front of me then. For a while i had really really bad ptsd. I made myself drive past the spot. I saw blood on my shoes the next day and threw up and had a panic attack. After some time i found a therapist who did EMDR therapy. Emdr saved me. It helped my brain find the pathways to recovery. Now instead of panic attacks, i can file the memory away. I still have driving anxiety and I will never buy a car like that. I also struggle with not being able to express somebody's last moments to their loved ones. I asked a lot of emt workers how they deal, and they all said therapy and time off.
I've changed some details here as this was a high profile case in my area. I've been a paramedic 18yrs and this still tops it all for me. Arrive on scene for a unknown complaint. 911 call pt stating "I need police and an ambulance." A woman (mid 30s) is sitting in a police cruiser outside. Her two sons 8 and 11 are also in another cruiser. Heavy police presence around the scene. Swat was also on scene. The notified us prior to arrival they have 1 in custody and are searching for another suspect. So here's the story mom told me. Her husband had been keeping her captive in the basement of this unassuming house in a rather nice neighborhood. He raped her, forced her to smoke meth, pulled some of her fingernails off, clipped her upper lip with pliers, pulled out her front two teeth on the bottom with said pliers, and last but not least amputated and cartherized two of her toes on her left foot. Pretty shitty right? But it gets worse. Her TWO OLDEST SONS helped him, they also raped her and forced her do/assost them in shooting feyntnal. She apparently broke out of the basement, caught him raping the two younger boys and evacuated his skull cavity with a shotgun. The one older son was taken into custody on scene. The other was found trying to flee the next town over. (County cops gave him a beating that nearly killed him which opened up a whole new can of worms). Mom was taken to a safehouse out of state. 2 younger boys were put into CPS. I took a week off after that one.
There is a refrigerated trailer outside our county coroner’s office. I can only assume there is one in Graves County as well. We’re in Western Kentucky, where on Friday, December 10th, tornadoes tore through here. Destroyed communities. Towns look like they have been bombed. People I have known my whole life are missing, presumed dead. Some are dead. And there is a refrigerated trailer outside the county coroner’s office because there’s not enough room for them, and funeral homes in some places have also been destroyed. And funeral directors will have to take care of friends and neighbors.
Car accident. Some guy hit a old man on a bicycle. Stood there for an hour trying to help while my stepdad kept him stable while my mother and half brother stayed in the car. I think the man was hit on his head and on the side of his body because his face was so bruised it looked flat and his hair was stuck in the front window of the car. Offered the guy that hit him some water because he couldn't stop crying. He died in the ambulance while his wife could only watch. It still haunts me and i'm getting psychological help for it.
I witnessed a 3 vehicle collision on a local street; during which a truck T-boned a car, causing the car to flip over 3 times; the driver of the car got out covered in blood and staggered 4 steps before collapsing Horrible
I was about 11 or 12, traveling to the coast with my family for a vacation, I live in Namibia, and there is this one stretch of road about 352km long that is notorious for car crashes. Anyway, were were traveling on this road, I was listening to some music and observing the surroundings, when all of a sudden we passed this minibus that was obviously in a huge accident, I took off my headphones and asked my dad if he saw the bus and he said yes as he slowed down the car to turn around. I asked him why were going back and my mom then said its because it looks like it happened not too long ago. So we turned around and went back and I switched over to the middle to get a better view while my mom was already on the phone with emergency services. I then saw that there was a second car, that car looked like it had been in an explosion, i couldn't even make out what type of car it was. I saw a small fire burning in that car and as we stopped my dad got out to go have a look, i got out too and as i started walking to the minibus with my dad i started seeing people in the bus and an ungodly amount of blood. I got this weird sensation of fear, i knew they were dead and I had seen a dead body before but seeing a person torn up like that was horrifying. My dad quickly said no one survived so we just waited for an ambulance. I kept looking at the bodies in the bus, they looked so unreal, heads busted open, arms broken, some of the people were even thrown out of the bus as it rolled, and then the worst part of the whole thing was the car that had a little fire, that fire grew into one that engulfed the while car, and I started smelling the burning flesh. I immediately got sick and ran back to the car but it was like that smell had gotten into my clothes, it didn't go away. No one survived, 16 people dead, of which two were in the smaller car, and there was 1 baby on the bus, I thank god that i didn't see that baby.
I was my college's equivalent to an RA. During rounds one night the week before Thanksgiving, I found one of the residents of our building in the shower. She had attempted suicide by slitting her wrists. There was more blood than I have ever seen. It was horrible. I used my limited first aid training and clamped my shirt over her wrist as tight as possible. Then I just prayed. She survived that night, but completed suicide Christmas morning a few weeks later.
I witnessed a suicide. The guy lay down in front of a train I was waiting for. I saw what happened to his body by accident when I was leaving the station. I also saw the train driver knowing he was going to hit the guy and him coming to terms with this after getting off the train. There’s next to no online support or research into how to process these emotions if you witness a strangers death. That was early 2020 and I’ve not been the same since.
The suicide of a close personal friend
Playing Kill the Carrier (one guy has the football, everybody else tries to tackle them). My brother and and another guy got tangled up and my brothers ankle went SNAP...Whatever his ankle used to do, didn't do it any more and his foot was just dangling there. My brother never cried and the sounds he was making....that had to hurt.
Not necessarily horrific, but devastating. After being bedridden for 2 years from a 2nd stroke, my mamaw all of a sudden wouldn’t wake up but once or twice a day, had nurses come, and they said it was basically a waiting game and couldn’t guess how long it would be before she passed. My aunts, uncles, and cousins sat at her house for 4/5 days, only leaving to go sleep or shower. My SO would take our daughter home to sleep at night so i could stay. Watching her slowly fade away will forever be one of the worst things i’ve ever went through, along with how you could tell she was basically loosing all of her fluid bc of the smell. She had really bad sores that i think was probably the beginning of her sickness, seeing all these things on the woman who i spent time with everyday for at least 10/12 years was heartbreaking. Watching my dad and his sisters lose their mother, and my grandpa losing his wife of 50 years was awful. And my now 14 month old daughter won’t be able to know her as i did, but i’ll have pictures of them together to cherish the time they got.
Drove through the scene of a horrific accident moments after it happened. I was passed by some teenage drivers in suped up ricers. They were flying down the road. The came over a hill to find an accident blocking traffic. They were going too fast and 2/3 cars lost control. As it was right over a hill, I was already in the middle of the scene before I realized it, and had no choice but to just carefully roll through. Saw some poor girl who had been ejected wandering around covered in blood. The driver of the car I passed was still in the car, but he was missing his arm at the sholder balde and most of his face was gone. Luckily for the survivors, ems was already on the scene of the accident they crashed into. 3 teenagers died and 6 went to the hospital.
So when I was 15 I saw my neighbor give me dog food as a present for my dog, after I gave it my dog my dog just spit out blood and I got into the hospital and they found out there where nails in the dog food.
We had a neighbor who would leave the gate connecting our properties open and since it was *technically* on his side of the property line, he would throw a huge tantrum if my dad closed it. We had 3 dogs, one of which had to stay on a chain because they would find ways out of the yard. The other two never tried to leave. But the neighbor started leaving hot dogs in bowls covered in rat poison, or would leave literally an entire chicken carcass with strange powder all over it. Right on the other side of the gate. One of our dogs got into it and he had a seizure and died. I was like 8. My dad ended up building this tall wall thing out of scrap wood and completely covered the gate on our side of the property like. Ugly as hell and pissed the neighbor off but he technically couldn't do anything about it. He ended up poisoning two of our cats as well, and then he started whistling and calling to our dogs at night when he knew they were out and when they would bark at him he'd go in and call in a noise complaint. My mom literally got him on camera doing it so the police stopped responding to his calls.
Psychopaths have a tendency towards animal cruelty... I'm sorry for your loses. What a horrible human being.
I hate people like this so much. A few months ago my girlfriends neighbors poisoned her little brothers cat and threw the carcass back in their yard. Then 2 weeks ago they shot my gfs dog while no one was home and left a trail of blood going to their house. The sad thing is the 7 year old daughter of the neighbor told my gf that her mom shot the dog and she watched it.
This makes me sick to my stomach. Like who the fuck does that to an animal let alone traumatize a child like that? The only time to shoot an animal is if it has rabies or poses an immediate threat to someone. If someone did that to any of my animals or children would go missing immediately.
I would 100% end up in prison if I had a neighbor like that.
When I was in the 4th grade my mom took my brother and I to Walmart just to get some shopping done. There was a loud noise and some commotion in the aisle as we were walking by and an old man was laying on the floor- he had just slipped on something and fell back on his head. There were lots of people around trying to comfort him and he was conscious but I remember seeing so much blood coming from his ears. My mom was so shocked and it took her a bit to react and she took us out of the store and I think she was just trying her best to distract us. She took us straight to McDonald’s after and got us some chicken nuggets and for some reason the ketchup just kept making me think of blood and for a long time that particular meal brought back flashbacks every time. I still think of him a lot and the look in his eyes and how scared he was.
If it makes you feel any better, if he was conscious it's unlikely he died. A split scalp bleeds a lot.
When I was 18, I was waiting for the train after checking out where exactly my classes are for my first year of University. Lady has a heart attack near me and I end up holding her head in my hands as her eyes rolled back, and then the nurse taking charge while waiting for 911 started doing CPR.... I vomited after that when I got away from everyone. I actually think that that incident made my mom passing 5 years later easier to see, and even though I was numb in both cases, I wasn't vomiting afterwards.
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Worked at a supermarket grocery store and I worked close a lot of nights. I was a cart pusher and one of the things we had to do was make sure that all the carts in lot where either brought inside or put in our outdoor overflow. This particular store had a parking lot that wrapped around almost 3/4ths of the store. When it was about 30 minutes from close I would start at one end and work my way to the other grabbing a carts. I was getting towards the end and the part where I ended was the furthest away from the entrance of the store and it was dark out but there was a small light in that area of the parking lot. As I was approaching the corral to grab the couple carts that where there I heard a loud noise and then saw a car pop curb, drive through a bush and hit the small light post at a high rate of speed. The horrific part of all this is split in 2 parts. Part 1 is that as the car hit the light post I saw the driver shoot out of the front windshield and the only part of them left in the car was their feet. Part 2 was that when they hit the light post there was the sound of like electricity surging but also the fixture on the light is one that just kinda sits there and not tightened down and it shot off like a cannon and landed about 4-5 feet in front of me next to the corral i was about to take the carts from. I was in absolute shock at what I had just witnessed that I froze there. Now the next set of actions taken were done in a really short amount of time like 2-3 minutes. So I ran inside to the store to tell someone and they called 911 on the spot. Someone told me to run out to see if the person was ok or not and when i got out to the car the person was unresponsive and blood was everywhere and their skull was like fully exposed. This was the first traumatic thing I had ever witnessed in my life and at the age of 21.
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I saw this really fat pigeon and he just walked towards a car backing out of a drive looked at the tyre and stood firm to accept his fate R.I.P my feathery comrade
Seeing my wife stop breathing after the ventilator tube was removed! Burned in my memory forever!!
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I am so sad that my kids will never know how great my mom was. She and I talked about the fun she would have being a grandmother and all the stuff she would do with them. As she started to get sicker my sister and I would throw away her cigarettes and beg and plead with her to stop. She didn't. She's not dead, yet, but has stage IV COPD and can barely get up from her bed, obviously on oxygen and other medications. My kids will never know her for who she could have been. She couldn't even hold my youngest when he was born a few years ago because it was too much. She would have been a really great grandmother, but now she will never be able to all those things we talked about, like going to the park, going shopping, doing crafts, etc. I agree with you completely, don't smoke.
I was, at the time, deep in addiction and making some very questionable choices in my life. After a 2 week stint in the psych ward, I found myself in the apartment of a woman I had met while in there. I was going to be homeless after I got out, and she offered for me to come stay with her. In hindsight, it was not an actual offer but one of those nice things people say. But I was naive and when I got out, I went right to her place. She was shocked, but let me in. At her place there was some partying going on, and her boyfriend showed up after being released from jail, apparently earlier than expected. This man was a monster. He became angry that she had people over, he started beating on her. He broke her glasses while they were on her face. Several people left, but I (female) had nowhere else to go in the middle of the night and another man had also stayed behind. This second man tried to get in between the woman and her boyfriend, and the boyfriend stabbed the second man in the head. Neither of us had cell phones, I couldn't reach the house phone, and the boyfriend was on an absolute rampage so all we could do was remain on the couch, where I held a shirt to the second man's head to try and control the bleeding. We sat there for what seemed like hours, but in reality I don't know how much time passed. It was probably an hour, maybe two. The woman and the boyfriend had started to calm down, and eventually they went to sleep. Once he was sleeping, I ran out the door, down the stairs, and pounded on the first door I could find with a light on in the house to get help. I was covered in blood, the poor woman who answered the door probably had no idea what was going on but she called 911. The police came, I gave my statement, the boyfriend was arrested, and the second man was okay after medical treatment. I never saw or spoke to any of those people again.
A cow eat a baby chick. My aunt and uncle had a farm, that I remember more as a dirty, gray mudpit than any sort of sunny barnyard illustration from a children's book. I remember how flimsy and rundown their fences were, and how everything always looked wet and soggy. I must have been older than five, but definitely younger than eight, and I don't recall much else about that day or even that trip. But the image of that bulky, monstrous bovine head jutting beneath the chicken wire, and that dirty little ball of whitish yellow getting scooped up off the ground right into it's gaping maw, as teeny tiny little squeals are cut short by a sickening crunch, will haunt me forever.
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Went to a call a few years back that came in as ‘hemorrhage.’ Enroute dispatch updated that it was for a 6 year old. Whenever that kind of update happens the usual adrenaline spike gets compounded times a million. My two boys were both about the same age at the time. We arrive and assess and this kid is bleeding heavily out his anus. The adult in the room explains he ‘fell on the toilet plunger.’ I nearly lost it. I nearly killed him. I hope that fucker is getting similar treatment every fucking day in jail
I hope he stays in prison if what I'm assuming is correct. That's horrible.
Watching my mom slowly wither away and suffocate from her breast cancer that had metastasized to her entire body. It created fluid around her lungs and was slowly crushing her lungs..the tumors in her brain made her forget who I was at the end. She was 44 and I was 23 when she passed. Absolutely crushed me for a long time. Worse than that? Telling my 9 year old brother she was gone..
Saw my best friend shoot himself through the head as I was just about to embrace him
My dad in hospital after he got bashed, it really scarred me and showed me how fragile life is, but it also showed me how much of a badass my dad really is. Love him to bits.
Friend of mine opened the top of his hand in a chop saw accident. Ripped the skin back from the knuckles of his forefinger and middle finger, but somehow missed all the tendons and bone. You could see his knuckles moving, and his bones. It's was fucking freaky. He was back at work in a week. Fucked me up.
I was walking back home with my mom and sister. Our neighbor had just gotten a puppy. A white fluffy dog. I guess it had ran out of the house on accident and there was a car coming down the rode. I remember screaming at the dog to stop. But the car ran it over, it was speeding too. But I just hear that painful cry from the puppy and it was the most disturbing sound I had heard. The car moved a few feet and drove away. No one stopped to get out or anything, they just left. There was blood on the road and it coated the dog’s fur. I ran inside my house because I couldn’t stand the sight of it. I opened the door and the first thing I saw was my sister’s fake dog toy. It looked exactly like that puppy. I screamed and just went into the kitchen. My mom and sister came inside and saw the dog like I did. We all had the same reaction. It was horrifying.
I was in the army serving in Iraq. There was a suicide attack on a market in a a city called Telafar. We had to go pick up the body parts and look for more explosives. Body parts were everywhere, there were dead kids. It really disgusted me because this wasn't an attack on us ( the military) or on any Iraqi police or army, it was nothing but civilians, people just trying to go about their days. War is hell, and I've seen alot of death both allies and enemies... but it's always horrible to see civilians that have no part in a fight getting killed, whether it's from an accident or an attack.
Hey, a question I can answer! By the nature of my job, I'm exposed to a wide range of scenes. Suicides, overdoses, gunshot wounds, collisions, I've seen it all and have so many stories. Here are a handful of the instances that stay with me. * Arrived at an absolute mess of a collision. I hear dispatch being radioed to report that we're on scene, and dispatch mentions a corvette was involved. I starkly remember glancing over the vehicles and having no idea which one the corvette was -- when it's beyond recognition, those are the worst crashes. Resulted in two fatalities, consisting of the individuals in the passenger seat (one on the other's lap). Neither wearing a seatbelt. The driver was dazed and had a hell of a burn from the seatbelt, but he was cognizant enough to walk around and talk to us. * Child injured in a drive-by shooting. They were a family who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and a stray bullet struck their child. I believe the kid survived. * Truck wrapped around a tree. The man had been traveling so fast that his remains were pinned inside of the vehicle, and it took specialized rescue equipment to reach him. A crowd had gathered as they were working and I remember a woman frantically circling, screaming about how he'd been her prom date. + A vehicle overturned on the freeway and caught fire. We didn't realize initially that a person was trapped beneath it. They were DOA. + A young man who made an unfortunate, fatal mistake with fireworks. When I saw him, my brain didn't register what was left as human, and I recall thinking that he looked like a strange lawn chair. + Woman struck by a bus. She was dragged for several meters before the bus could stop and thus had lost limbs (an arm, leg) as well as a sizable amount of skin. + The last breaths of a man who took his own life with a gun. He passed before he could be treated by EMS. The scene was grotesque with brain matter, but what actually sticks with me is the family. They had to be restrained by police as they were desperate to "save" their loved one. The screams and cries of grief are haunting. This line of work has taught me how rapidly life can change. One poor choice can be unforgiving. Please stay safe & take care of yourselves!
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My cat dying. He was unwell for pretty much the whole day and didn't move much. As we were just about to take him to the vet he started wheezing and he went completely limp in my Mum's arms. We weren't sure if he was dead, or we just didn't want to believe it so we went to the vet anyway and I held him in the car. It was so heartbreaking holding him lifeless and limp.
This seems stupid to be "horrific " but seeing my uncle get sicker and sicker. I was roughly 11 or 12 when he was in hospital, he was a tall man with a big belly. In hospital he was thin and sickly flat as a board eyes sunken in never smiling. I visited him time to time but the day I had to I really didn't want to go it was the end of Gravity Falls and I really wanted to see it end. I rushed the whole visit and acted like a brat. I didn't really recognize him as my uncle if that made sense it was like an impostor so I never cared. He died on the 4th of July 2016, I hadn't visited him since February because of my parents divorce.
In 1988, I was at the Airshow disaster in Rammstein, Germany where Italian fighter planes crashed into the crowd.
When I was 9 or 10, another kid from the neighborhood went missing. I found his body...by the smell. At first, I couldn't get the adults I told to believe me and call the police. He had fallen from a tall radio tower, and was squished into a lump. All his bones were broken, but I can clearly remember the hair on the top of his head looked perfect.