What is an experience you never want to experience again in your lifetime?

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The most stressful time in my life started about 7 years ago and went on for 2 years and my mental health took an absolute battering and im still not over it. And now im super paranoid about it happening again.

I had bedbugs and a rat problem under the bath at the same time and pest control were useless.
i had a toddler at the time and their was 7 of us and I was advise to put everything we owned (twice) in the garden while they tried to get the bedbugs under control. I had to wash every soft furnishing and beds, draws, wardrobes had to be emptied and placed outside in bags in the sun. Only thing that was allowed in the house was furniture. I had postnatal depression at the time and I just remember sitting in the garden with everything we owned (twice). With the rats they were running around under the bath and were huge. My bathroom is downstairs and they’d chewed from the outside in, the smell was not normal and the noise all day from them scurrying around 🤮
It finally got resolved after 2 years but at that point I was shot to bits. I don’t think people realise how traumatic it is the live with a bedbugs. I’m so paranoid about getting them again I try and stay away from public transport and hotels or I will research the shit out of them before booking and even then I’m hyper vigilant and can’t sleep.

What is something you never want to go though again?

Same here, never again.

I am just so sorry for what so many people on here have gone through.
so much love to every one of you still standing x

Waiting nearly 9 years for life saving and life altering surgery! And having to travel to another country to have the operation! I had two so called benign tumours removed in an operation in June 2017. A few months later my continuing symptoms and my raised blood levels showed that there was at least one other benign tumour that should have also been removed during that operation. Despite having 5 different high tech scans over the years that followed it wasn’t showing up! In between I had a couple of close calls due to complications caused by these benign tumours including a bleeding expisode where an adrenaline wick had to be inserted into a wound and also an episode where my potassium was 3.1 and my phosphate was 0.29, oh and two DVTs along the way as well. I have decided that every professional involved in my care in the country I live in is getting a copy of the photo I have of the benign tumour that did its best to kill me! Especially the ones who didn’t listen to me when I asked them to take the first set of images on the scanner 10 minutes after I got the first radioactive injection and not 15 minutes after the injection! They could have saved me 3 more years of agony and waiting if they had done that and that’s not good enough. The tumour which was 1.5cms so not tiny showed up on the same type of scan in another country taken 10 minutes after they injected the dye!!

Crikey, are you able to elaborate ? was this during military service, or a crime ?

Sudden death of boyfriend early 20s of undiagnosed heart issue
Miscarriage
10 years of infertility
Chikd having health issues & surgeries
Watching 3/4 parents / PIL die
CSA in wider family
Domestic abuse in wider family

Im so dreadfully tired.

Untreated manic episode in bipolar flare. It lasted over a year and caused psychosis

General anaesthetic

Being wide awake after just getting in from collecting my DS 19 from a car accident. He was with his two friends a 17 and an 18 year old. 18 year old was driving and had only been driving 6 months. Saw the car stoved into a tree, and it was clearly caused by complete idiot/showing off driving. They’re all fine thank god.

So sorry to so many of you with such sad events, my heart truly goes out to you all ❤️

An ever ill in law who expects DH to focus fully on them, acting like a homogeneous lump and waiting to be taken care of, for years. Having no life while DH tended to them. Went through it with MIL, who then demanded she not be left alone in her last 6 months. The DC stopped asking where DH was & I carried the entire burden at home. No one acknowledged me, or checked on me. It was saintly DH & horrible me for not doing a shift by her bed. I actually spent one school pickup with a vomit bag in the carpark because I was so ill, but had no support.

Unfortunately I AM experiencing it again. With FIL. Who had an unnecessary high risk operation last week, ended up in ICU Good Friday night & we had to come home from our non refundable holiday within hours of checking in 'because he's not going to make it through the night '. As always, he's survived, is weak & requires DH's full attention. This has happened many times. I won't get out of our town for the rest of the year now & spent Easter hosting his siblings family - beds, cooking etc. instead of enjoying a holiday. DH has an international conference & hobby days etc. I couldn't get out of bed yesterday. It's killed my marriage. I'm not even talking to DH. I'm cancelling our short holiday later in the year as it WILL happen again. Almost had to cancel our abroad holiday last year as FIL had a fall the night before & DH rushed off, leaving me to finish everything at home. FIL has also now declared he's not to be left alone.

I can't face years of this. I wish he'd just died.

Multiple perianal abscesses due to a resistant infection that took months to be diagnosed. Worst pain I've experienced by far.

Emigrating due to the global financial crisis. We lost our jobs and rental and had no chance of getting any other jobs due to the GFC. I should have been grateful for the new start abroad but missed my family, friends and life before so much I contemplated suicide and didn't want to leave the baby and toddler without me so thought about taking them too. 14 years later I like it here but still isolated and in survival mode.

Oh god this happened to me coming into the Shannon Airport on a VERY windy night. They had to abort the landing twice and the whole damn plane was crying or screaming or praying; was especially awkward there happened to be some nuns on board who started crying and saying their rosaries. I was so tired that I kept falling asleep, despite the plane pitching about like a ship in a storm. We finally landed very hard on the third attempt. Unfortunately, the way my life has gone, I didn’t even register the experience as negative. If I’m not in horrific pain and puking, if no one I know is dying, then usually I’ll just get through whatever it is.

Except aseptic meningitis. If I’d been able to get out of bed, I definitely would have ended my life. With bacterial meningitis, you get the same pain, but you’re so ill systemically that it becomes a bit hazy both during and afterwards, like you can convince yourself that maybe the pain wasn’t so bad. With aseptic meningitis, you feel ALL of it. I thought if I got to a 10/10 pain, I’d just pass out like in the movies. At 6/10, I start having minor trouble breathing. At 8 out of 10, I start puking unfortunately. At 10/10, I just kept saying the word “please” (as in “please help”), puking, and crying, and trying not to cry because it made my head so much worse. And if the first time was horrific, the next two times it happened were no better.

EDIT: typo

I totally get that my baby of 7 months was not supposed to have made it through an horrendous illness but he did .they told my husband he wont make 24hr but dont tell your wife because i was hysterical.. he is now a married man and yes I am biased he is a wonderful man good father husband and son

I have no words. That is so sad. X

My god...no? What happened??? Unimaginable- I am beyond sorry 😞

No words just a big hug because words would never make it any better🤎

Currently in the thick of it and never have I ever experienced such difficulty in my life. The word chemotherapy doesn’t describe the hell that you have to endure,

So very sorry for those in this thread. I don't want to bang on about myself, but I have noticed that there are some people who sail through life and some people who "get dealt a very rough hand". I am one of them. It gets wearying.

I worked 40, 50, 60 hour shifts as the useless company couldn’t work out our rotas properly, on the phone doing Test and Trace calls, taking over from medical staff, but not earning their much higher wages, speaking to very traumatised people, in some cases, and lots of foreigners using translators.

Awful time, but I needed the money, even though my own poor children had to fend for themselves through home schooling.

I wasn’t paid for the extra shifts we were forced to work either.

Obviously people here have had horrible experiences, but this was my Covid experience. Helping some people, by listening to the terrible things they were going through and loss, on my minimum waged, terrible shifts .

Mine was idiopathic - no apparent reason for it, only happened once, and then never again. No gallstones, no alcohol or dietary factors, no other illness. Its hard to really remember the experience but they say the reason its so uniquely excruciating is the pancreas leaks disgestive enzymes which start digestive your own bodily tissue (nice).

Though I do recall parts of a somewhat surreal conversation whilst still off my face on morphine, that if I was in fact, a secret alcoholic, this was the moment to get help.

My little dog fell down the stairs, that he'd travelled up and down since he was a puppy, and died.

I can never forget that I was getting ready for a work meeting, heard 3 thumps, rolled my eyes and told my DH to "check on the dog" to then hear him yelling up the stairs telling me to call the vet because he "can't fix this".

Yeah, that was hard.

Whatever great fucking hell virus has taken over my body in the last 12 hours I haven’t slept, I’ve just shite all night long. There’s no end in sight. Please make my headstone a toilet because I’m going to die here.

Seeing Chapterhouse perform.

It was blissful, furlough was the best invention ever.

Many people found some upsides to the pandemic. People are allowed to say it was pleasant for them personally; this in no way detracts from or insults the suffering and sacrifice of others.