...to ask what's the nastiest thing someone's ever said or done to you?

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Feeling a little low tonight, anxiety playing up and ruminating on things that happened long ago. So I thought I'd ask if others are willing to share the nastiest things people have ever said or done to them.

I'll go first. When I was at college I drunkenly admitted that I was attracted to women as well as men and that I thought one of the girls in my group of friends was attractive.

In the cold light of day I expected things to be awkward and apologised, but didn't expect that this group of rather alternative women would turn around and not only shun me, but call me sick, twisted, perverted and start an online harassment campaign against me.

Years later I still feel like I am a terrible person who deserved what happened and still feel awful. Particularly as I've never acted on any attraction I've felt towards women as although I find them attractive, I'm not interested in a same sex relationship and definitely prefer men overall.

What's your worst experience?

Its funny how we orgasnise stuff in our head.

At school iv had some one bring a knife to school and told to kill myself with it. I was builled from primary allway the way to collage.

Raped. This only effects me every so ofton for some one reason its tight in a box but the fact when i told my friends right after it happened they where to bothered about getting laid to care so i just wondered back to my parents house on my own. To wake up to giant bruise.

xhusband was a drunk n pill user he used to spike my food with a very strong drug. Ambient.

But the most hurtfull thing for me is exhusband saying to me when we split was he never loved me at all and just married me because i got pregnant young. Maybe cos it rings true i dunno but that really really hurt and i have troubles trusting any one now and allways question their motives and feelings.

Im dorry youv all been through shiitty things, its a shit world but i hope you all have rsys of sunshine in some form

A girl got me suspended from school in Year 9, because I "caused her eating disorder". She came back from summer holidays noticeable skinnier, but I hadn't seen or really spoken to her for that 7 weeks (a notoriously difficult person to make plans with etc). She told our head that I bullied her into an eating disorder. The head then got a group of 12 people from our, plus the girl's brother, to come into a room with me and sit in a circle while they interrogated me. I was then suspended for two weeks.

I left the school later that year, after having been all but outcast by everyone in my year group for something I didn't do. I didn't tell my best friend or mother at the time because I was so mortified. It infuriates my mother now, because the way that the school handled it was appalling.

A few years ago, I went to my best friend's birthday and this girl was invited too. I went early and left early, and the other girl came afterwards. Apparently she had told my best friend that I was lucky I wasn't there because she would've beaten me up, to which my friend told her I'm a cop so perhaps she was lucky I wasn't there.

It still maddens me that someone can be so spiteful and vindictive as to blatantly lie about something like that, and to then carry it with them, trying to manipulative and convince other people to agree with them, for years.

I was a 22, and a live-in nanny. I made a mistake one day - nothing big, I'd just forgotten to lock the back gate and my boss noticed it. She cornered me in the utility room away from everyone and although I can't remember her words, I can certainly remember my eyes bulging with fear and the sensation that I'd wet myself. I'd urinated all the way down my grey trousers, and she didn't even comment.

I went back to my room to clean myself and change clothes for dinner. When I went back downstairs she carried on like nothing had happened and I was suddenly her best pal.

It is because of her, that I am scared of female bosses to this day. I am ashamed to even post that.

A housemate who I had shared with for years advertised my room. Without telling me that I would be moving out!! She was very cross when I did not attend her wedding.

Hmm.. two things that spring to mind..

I got into a situation with a lad a few years older than me who had some mental health problems, as did I (it was in fact the local mental health team that was encouraging the local young people with MH issues to socialise and get together.. what a STUPID idea)... he basically raped me, but it wasn't some violent scene where Im screaming 'nono get off me' etc.. it was kinda quiet.. but.. he made it clear he was going to do it regardless of what I said and I could go along with it, or I could get a beating and then do it anyway..

I never said a word and I avoided him after that.

Then there was the time I was the victim of some bullies - I lived on a council estate but a really tiny little cul-de-sac of flats, not some big estate.

The flats and bedsits were mainly housing one certain type of person and I wasn't in that group...

I had my sister occasionally visiting and also a family friend, the younger sister of a school friend of mine... both my sister and the younger girl had shaved heads and looked like boys rather than girls..

It turned out that a petition was sent round, stating I was a paedo.. inviting young boys to my flat..

I was a drug dealer and a prostitute as well.

Oh and I was a theif, and my dog was vicious and barked 24/7.

My bullies.. well the ring leader was my 87 year old neighbour, who took against me when she saw my tattoos, and basically decided her hobby was tring to make my life miserable.

She started the petition, she took PHOTOS of my sister and friends sister visiting, she took photos of used needles found on the verge down the alley behind the flats... needles ID FOUND and warned her were there as her grandkids used to play there (no there was no error on her part, I clearly told her I'd found them whilst walking the dog and was going back out later with rubber gloves and a bin bag to get rid, but knew her grandchildren were due any minute!.. she nipped out there with a disposable camera!)..

She actually called the police to say I had stolen her yard broom from the communal meter cupboard in the hall (nope. had my own, nicer than hers, someone else had borrowed it!)..

The police were mortified when they realised the catalogue of harrassment and abuse I was getting off this woman and all I'd done wrong was exist, and have a dog that occasionally barked if some nosey motherfucker rattled the letterbox or pushed things through it... (we videoed her doing it when she thought I was out!)..

I got moved.

Honestly... of the two incidences, the bullying by old ladies was by FAR worse than the other!

A job I had several years ago - I still have obsessive negative thoughts about it every now and then - 5 years later!

I worked for a small investment firm in an executive position and I answered directly to the CEO. The CEO, as I realised within a few months was a pathological liar and committed financial fraud on a regular basis - I still consider it a badge of honour that I was able to ensure the employees were paid every cycle, which trust me took some wrangling and prior to me had not always happened! I filed all applicable business and corporation taxes which he would fraudulently change at the 11th hour - still trying to submit the forms with my signature (I had to sneakily prevent that and put his name down). Frankly this man was stealing and misusing funds from his own company consistently. Due to my position I had access to all computer records and I discovered a long history of his behaviour, I learned that a predecessor to my job some years before had had to personally contact credit card companies stating explicitly that she had not given permission for the CEO to open up credit cards in her name! He basically committed identity theft on his own employee!

On the face of it this was a very successful company based in lovely, high-end offices in a downtown area but it was the horrendously dodgy set up underneath and most of the employees didn't even know. I experienced so much stress during that time. My job involves various professional licenses and ethical behaviour is a crucial factor, even now I still don't feel free as I will always have to list this on my CV and I worry that he will be contacted for a reference one day... Along with being a pathological liar he was also vengeful - he contacted the new company of another ex-employee to say untrue and damaging allegations about them simply because he didn't like that they left (because he didn't pay the employee...)

I have NC for this.

The nastiest, most hurtful thing that was ever said to me was by my own father. I was 14 years old and had recently admitted to family and those in authority that I was suffering from severe depression and was suicidal. He told me that I had caused him to have a heart attack due to the 'stress and disappointment' I had brought on to him and my mother from what I thought was being brave and telling the truth in the hope I'd get some proper support (I never did). I'll never forget hearing that they're total narcissists but that's another story I won't bore anyone with on here.

My sil started a csmpaign of terror against me for marrying her brother.

There are so many subtle and unsubtle things that she did and I almost walked out of my marriage because of her.

I'm sorry op. Those women were, quite frankly, cuts.

I had a couple of very insensitive things said to me after a missed miscarriage which felt very nasty at the time and hurt.

The worst thing I ever had was to be threatened with rape and being attacked by a neighbourhood bully.

Reading these posts makes me wish that there had been some kind of punishment or fall out for all these shitty people.

NC for this. The nastiest thing that's ever happened to me? Someone made a malicious report to social services against me, saying that I was psychotic and had extreme mental health problems and my DS was at risk .

Now I'd had mild depression after having my DS because of some awful family issues, including the way my family refused to offer any support with DS or with anything else. At the time DH's mother was critically ill with an aggressive cancer and we were really hurt and devastated that my family were deliberately unhelpful at what was a heartbreaking time. My GP referred me to the perinatal mental health service, who signed me off after one meeting saying that I didn't actually have PND, but was just understandably a bit down about what was a pretty distressing situation to be dealing with when you have a new baby, no sleep, problems establishing BF, etc. We just got on with dealing with it all. But I have a lasting sense of sorrow at how badly my family let us down, when just even a little bit of help, like looking after DS for an hour or so in between hospital visits, or just asking how we were occasionally, would have made all the difference.

Several years on, and this referral to SS turns up out of the blue - but clearly not someone being genuinely concerned about DS as it's full of really weird and downright untrue stuff, but also bits of my postnatal medical history that no-one outside my family knows about. But claiming that I am psychotically deranged and all sorts of other totally bizarre and completely untrue stuff! Even the woman from SS was very nice and super apologetic about how bonkers this stuff was and how they are clearly not going to follow it up. We were literally as there is absolutely nothing about us that SS would be remotely interested in. If they considered every professional mid-thirties woman who works part time and has mild depression after birth (whilst also looking after a family member with cancer) to be psychotic, they'd be following up half the country!

The worst thing is that I think it must be someone within my family somewhere, particularly as there have been a few family arguments about money and inheritance recently. I suspect I know who the family member is, and they are not at all a nice person (have been in trouble before for harassment of various kinds). But it is still not nice to think that someone has been so malicious against me for no reason at all - I've never done anything to upset that person as far as I know.

Heigh ho, I guess the thing to do is "when they go low, you go high", as Michelle Obama said - it bothers me less than I expected it would as it was so clearly without foundation, but it's not nice to think of yourself as hated so much like that!

I'm truly at some of the treatment people have had meted out to them. Why do people have to be so crap to each other?
My worst thing, which isn't that bad at all, was overhearing a guy I worked with decades ago saying he didn't want to come to my leaving do. He spoke so contemptuously of it as though I was a joke. Fortunately, I have a robust ego and he was a twat.

A girl from college spread rumours about me being addicted to crack.

We'd only been at college a few weeks by this point so people were still getting to know each other. The rumour made a few people who might have become my friends distance themselves from me.

I look back and laugh now. Why the fuck would you make up such a ridiculous rumour? Could you not have gone with something a little more believable? But at the time it hurt.

My sister was killed in an accident in October.
Christmas morning came for the first time and partner at the time seeing me have a bit of a cry said "ffs, she's been dead for 2 months now, you need to get over it"
Luckily we were not living together at the time (he was down staying with me over the holidays) i threw all his belongings out of the house on Christmas morning along with him in his pajamas. Next door neighbour came out to see what the commotion was, told him what had been said and he said "hang on iv'e got something that will help" and went in the house. Ex stayed in the front garden screaming and shouting about what a nutter i was throwing him out ect. Next door neighbour came back out of his house and threw a bucket of ice water over him and told him to f*ck off

Upon finding out I'd self-harmed (again) as a young teenager my mother said "I don't understand why you don't just top yourself".

It was years ago now, but it still sticks in my mind pretty strongly. Cheers mum.

skilled I would love to have seen that

There are many where my father is concerned, but the one that sticks most in my mind is when I was a teen and the family were planning to move house. My parents had arranged a house viewing and as I went to put my coat on to join them he said "I'm not going if she's coming, she cramps my style"

mine was from my Dsis. We were so close and then one day had a minor falling out. When I contacted her to resolve she started telling me every grievance that she had with me over the last 3 years. It was upsetting to hear. Most of what she said was untrue and I was upset to think that she could have come to the conclusions that she did and I apologised. Not only did she decide she no longer wanted contact but she cited these reasons to family as her reasons even though I had said everything I could to try and make her see that I never intended or did what she believed.

At first knowing that there was nothing that I could do or say for her to talk to me was crippling me and I questioned myself and the person I was and sunk into depression.

BUT....I have come to realise that the only reality I need to live is the here and now. My DSIS is not in my life and that is OK right now.

The past is not reality. Yes it happened but it no longer exists. The only thing that makes it exist is our memory of it. There is no need to let something that is no longer reality define you.

Thats how I choose to look at it anyway and it helps me even if it sounds ridiculous.

Skilled. I LOVE your neighbour

wish that there had been some kind of punishment or fall out for these shitty people

There is. They are very unhappy. Happy people don't treat others like shit.

My brother in law told me 5 years ago that he'd hated my guts since the day he'd met me. I was 14 years old when he started dating my sister. He was 28 at the time. I don't know how a grown man can hate a teenager. This was in a phone call where he screamed every nasty horrible expletive and hurtful words at me that he could think of I. I was shaking and crying when I hung up and my parents were furious. I told my sister, he said it never happened, she believed him and I haven't spoken to her since. My dad won't have him in the house until he's apologised to me, he says he has nothing to apologise for, I don't want an apology as he said what he said, and it won't change that,. mum would love me to contact her, but I've nothing to say to her and I never want to see him alive again, I can't get past him saying he hated me, how can you hate a 14 year old?

Oh, Testa, that's awful. I'm more cross at your sister for defending him, to be honest. You were still a child! Here's hoping she sees sense sooner rather than later

The woman who gave birth to me said "You stole my husband" to me when I was 13. I was abused by my stepfather since I was 7.

When I was about 14, a girl I'd been friends with turned against me overnight. She had all of her friends abuse me, spread rumours and humiliate me. I was attacked four times in two years, someone ripped a chunk of my hair out as they walked past and someone I didn't know from Adam set fire to my hair in the lunch queue. I was terrified to leave my house in case I bumped into them (small village), my hair was falling out and I stress ate my way to a size 20 by the time I was 16.

One that was less life changing but absolutely horrible at the time was while speaking to my ex flatmate. She was telling me that she'd bumped into a woman with whom she'd worked previous and said, "I can't get over how much weight she's gained, she's really stacked it on. She's probably about your size now."

I am actually in quite a good mood and started reading this thread and have become to feel very miserable. I really don't think this is a good occupation for someone who is feeling fragile!

When I was in my early 20s I went on an intensive training course with a load of others from around the country. I moved into a house with a really loud intimidating trainee everyone was scared of, who quickly decided she didn't like me.

One night I returned home and she accused me of stealing her food. Ironically the food was meat and I was a vegetarian! She put a load of stuff on Facebook about what a cunt I was and every day on the course used to make remarks under her breath when I walked past about how I had a fat ass and was really ugly. She tried to turn everyone against me. I'd never been bullied in my life and she was vicious! I had to move out of the house to get away from her. Was so relieved when the four month course ended and I never had to see her again.

I'm happy to report she never got anywhere in our industry and I'd like to think she's furious I've done really well. Bitch.