What's the scariest thing that's ever happened to you? (NON WOO)

[FlyHighLittleBee]

Enjoying the woo thread so much but I've finished it now so thought I would reenact another of my favourites.

So what's the scariest, non-woo situation you've even been in?

Being beaten up and raped at age 8 by a neighbour (aged 15)
Suppressing the memory and then in regression therapy it all flooding back
Fucked me up for years.

Findo It was a combination of genetics and lifestyle. I had had a heart attack previously, and had stents put in one branch of my artery, and was on medication. Then we couldn't afford the prescription charges so I was only taking aspirin as I can just buy it otc.
Then the GP I had at the time told me, and I quote, "the only thing wrong with you woman is that you are fat. Go away and don't come back until you lose four stone" when I was there on an emergency appointment arranged by the mental health crisis team.
Three weeks later I was dead so to speak.
I moved to a new GP btw.

Onedaftmonkey - that sounds horrific. Was it reported at the time? Did your parents know?

Mine's really not that bad, but at the time it felt terrifying. I was sharing a flat in my early 20's and woke up suddenly at 5am one day to shouting, incredibly loud banging and the sounds of the door being broken down. I remember leaping out of bed and thinking we were all about to be violently murdered.

After a few seconds I realised that it must have been next door being broken into as nobody had come to kill me yet so had a look out the window and saw some men dressed in black getting apparatus from unmarked vans and radioing someone.

It turned out to be an immigration raid!

I lived in a flatshare when I was at uni, all our bedrooms had locks on but we shared a bathroom and kitchen. We had a main door which we shared with another flat, then an interior door to our flat, one of my flatmates never locked this door. Straight up the stairs was our bathroom.

I got out the bathroom one early morning in just my towel and there was a random man stood at the top of my stairs!! Turned out to me someone with our government census forms who just thought he would let himself in since the door was unlocked . I kept telling him to leave but he wouldn't till I filled my form in, which clearly I wasent going to do when just in a towel!! Eventually he got the hint and left the form with me after I promised I would do it and post it.

My grandmother asking me to suffocate her.

It's been a scary read through this set of posts. Physical violence, rape, illness, ...so much bad stuff.

It's also inspiring that you have been able to get through so much and carry on.

I know, every time o start to read I only get a couple of posts in and I well up and feel I can't go on. Don't know why I keep coming back to it.

I thank my lucky stars that I have been so fortunate not to know true pain and violence.

Mine was a silent inner terror, private and singularly mine.

The moment I had an amnio.
After 7 miscarriages I had got to 16 weeks. There was a baby and a healthy heartbeat.
They couldn't get to the fluid so they stuck the needle in again.
1% chance of mc each time was now 2% in my mind.
I stopped breathing with utter terror throughout.

Nothing compared to all of these but I can't begin to express how much it affected me.

Scary reading, much scarier than the woo thread.

This is a very scary thread!

Watching my dad getting beaten up by some yobs when he came to pick me up from my saturday job. Felt utter helplessness and completely confused as to what to do. Bizarrely I was paralysed with the fear that if I did anything like punch someone, then I would get into trouble. They were attacking him not me, so I didn't know what to do. All was ok in the end but horrifying to watch.

Escaping a very nasty motorway pile up by the skin of our teeth. We were in the middle lane and some knob in the outside lane went ploughing into the back of someone. Caused the entire lane to start piling up. There was a huge lorry next to us on the inside line which was weaving wildly with smoke coming from the tyres. My dad was slamming on the brakes trying to stop us going into the car in front of us. Then by some miracle a gap opened up kind of diagonally in front of us. My dad gunned it and we squeezed through in front of the lorry and got away. We had to pull over at the nearest services to recover. I can still see it all in my mind's eye even now.

What some of you have been through is utterly horrific! I would be an utter wreck if any of that had happened to me.

Ive not had many scary things happen to me, but one was walking through my local park (aged about 14/15) and a man was stood outside of it looking in and saying something sexual towards me. I was really worried he would be at the gate when I got to it, but he wasn't.

Getting a phone call from one of my kids to say the police were there about another one of them who needed my help. I don't want to go into details, but I just couldn't run home fast enough. My legs wouldn't work. Longest 5 minutes of my life.

Getting the phone call from the hospital DS was in telling me too get there now and asking if I wanted the chaplain.

Nothing that happens too me now will ever be as bad.

The moment I walked into my bedroom and saw DD1 then only a couple of weeks old, laying in her Moses basket, gray.

I yanked her out, unswaddled her, kinda of gently shook her, she gasped, cried and went pink. I pretty much just held her for the rest of the night.
As she cried so much after it didn't occur to me at the time to get her checked. I never put her (or any of the subsequent children) to bed before me again.

The thud thud thud as DS2 then about 18 months slid down the stairs as I thought ExDH had closed the gate and he thought I had.

He's fine and nearly 11 now.

The look of sheer terror in my DH face after his 2nd cardiac ablation. He was in agony and really believed he was dying. 2 years later he is still around giving me grief and being a pain. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Big hugs to everyone here.

1. An earthquake. Waking up and realising my house was swaying from side to side.
2. IVF egg collection the first time.
3. A different kind of fear, but I'm coming to realise that I will probably be childless and alone all my life and the thought of that terrifies me so much I can't breathe.

When DD was a newborn I used to roll up one of my tshirts around the top of the crib and tuck it down under the mattress. Was always tucked tightly, double and triple checked, and as she lay underneath it there was no loose material near her face (hope that makes sense).
Woke up with a start early one morning with the feeling that I couldn't breathe, like the air was too stuffy. Looked over and god only knows how it happened but my tshirt was now pulled tight over DDs face and she was struggling underneath it. Most horrible moment of my life. I've never told anyone in case they think I tucked the material the wrong way or did it myself in my sleep or something. Even writing it makes me feel sick with fear and shame.

I bled out after having my DD and would have died without blood transfusion. Three weeks later I bled badly at home and thought I was goug to die. It turned out I had retained placenta and it took four months to get on top of the resulting infection.

Two jump out at me:
When I was 13 weeks pregnant with DD1 I got chased by a rhino who woke up during a veterinary procedure. I had to make a split second decision between trying to scale the wall of the enclosure or dashing for the door. Chose the door and lived to tell the tale. I remember hearing the fear in my friends/colleagues voices though as the yelled at me to get out.
Getting caught in a rip on a training swim when I was a lifeguard; can remember thinking what an embarrassing way to die!

These stories are heartbreaking.

When my son was just born, I was on the post natal ward after my emergency section, and I had asked for morphine. They gave me a syringe full of oralmorph but just left it with me. At the same time as this I had been trying to breastfeed and the midwife had left a syringe for me to try and get some colostrum for my son. Somehow in my post op fog, I confused the two syringes and almost injected the entire adult dose of morphine. No one other than my dp knows that. I almost killed him

I remember being a child and listening to my mother getting more and more drunk and knowing what was coming. Usually violence towards my father, smashing objects, screaming, trying to commit suicide. You name it she did it and I would hide under the covers with my fingers in my ears wishing it to be over and then have to go to school a few hours later
I would dread weekends the most as I knew what it would involve. I never enjoyed chrismas or birthdays as it was all violence and arguing and it took over 15 years for my dad to divorce her and for it to stop. She was also sectioned more than once which was terrifying for a child to see.
I never ever want to experience that again and hope my children never see it.

Second to that being attacked by two huge unattended dogs while walking mine was pretty scary. I was 7 months pregnant and on an isolated track when they flew out of nowhere and stood growling at me. They were running towards me and snapping/barking and circling us. There was nowhere to go and my own dogs were terrified (mine are 30kg each and were dwarfed by these!) Luckily I shouted at them and they ran off but I'm not sure what I would have done if they did attack me and when I do go out now I am always a bit nervous!

Mine was a relatively common thing. My DD fell down the stairs from top to bottom when she was 2. She pushed the 'closed' stair gate and it opened, sending her falling head over heels. I could only watch in terror. When she cried at the bottom I was so relieved.

Sorry for those of you who have had really terrible things happen.

The day I took my 18 month old son to the OOH GP becasue he was listless, barely waking, vomiting, acting funny. She saw us, then told me to get in my car with him and drive straight to the kids A&E in the next town. Not to go home, not to stop, just go (to this day I have no idea why they didn;'t send us in an ambulance). She said she was going t phone them adn they'd be waiting for us.

It was half an hour's drive. I ran in with him in my arms, sobbing and they rushed us straight through. They did bloods, he didn't twiych, he was out cold. They wanted an x-ray, so i carried him down there, he was like a dead weight. They did a lumbar puncture and he didn't even wake up. Then they stuck IVs into him and ran all the antibiotics known to man through them.

He had meningitis. He didn;t wake up for days.

He got better. He had to re-learn how to walk and talk afterwards and he was utterly FOUL for weeks, and he has slight motor delays (poor kid couldn't run or jump til he was about 4) but he's fine. He's perfect.

My son falling off a climbing frame. He was about 20 months old and I was about four months pregnant. His dad was with him and he thought I was the other side. I wasn't I was talking to my sister a few metres away. He reached out for a firemans pole and went straight down landing on his head.

I thought he was dead. It all happened in slow motion and I couldn't and no-one could get there to catch him. The whole park ran towards him. I was stood rooted to the spot screaming. Properly screaming. My sister thought I was going to miscarry as I was in so much shock.

He was absolutely fine. I do not know how. The bark chips obviously did what they should, but I will never get that sight out of my head. Nor will my mum or sister. We all had nightmares. We were so lucky

Last year Ds only gone 7 caught chicken pox He was very cranky assumed cos of pox I noticed strange rash on his inner wrist and did the glass test spots were still visible so rang doc on call she took details seemed ages waiting for her to call back was just in car heading to a and e when they rang back saying straight to a and e he was so listless we had to lie him on back seat with his blanket he couldn't even sit up when we got him there he was put on a drip straight away there was talk of a lumbar puncture I was just terrified.Next morning his bloods were checked again thankfully improved didn't need the lumbar turned out he had sepsis we were lucky we got him in hospital when we did!