Whats happened to make you say "My god, i'm traumatised for life!"

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Thinking silly things, nothing bad.. its a fun thread people!!

For me, its the choice of two incidents.

1. Discovering my SIL had left the lid off the Vivarium her Tarantula lived in and that it had escaped somewhere in the house... it took 3hrs to find it, 3hrs i spent in the garden btw!

2. Just now i went to throw nappy in outside bin and stood, bare foot on a farkin GIANT SLUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yes, i shrieked like a girl, then spent a few minutes trying not to

I havent' decided which is more traumatic yet....

Holy crap -since reading the "shaving the clit off" one I can't unclench my legs.

How am I supposed to clean the house top to bottom before the ILs get here if my knees are glued together and everything clenched in horror!

I don't think I want to read the shaving one, so for once I won't read the rest of the thread...

My light-hearted one would be the first time I cleaned a paddling pool after leaving it out unused for too long. It had mosquito larvae doing the conga in it, plus lots of hideous fat white snot things with two sad little black eyes.

I have a concrete stomach, but this made me gag.

I was with my cousin's family in a remote part of the country and we went outside to explore.

I grabbed an old jacket off a hook in the house we were staying at.

When I took it off I found one of these
on my shoulder.

It still makes me feel a bit sick even though it was twenty years ago.

omg some of theaase make me shudder ,boak ,pmsl

Shaving clit off by accident!!!!!

Need a gin to bring me round.....

Lying on a sun bed in Turkey,went to get up and let of the biggest fart in my life and everyone around me hearing it

Waking us both up with a massive fart at 3.30am whilst sharing a twin room on holiday with my mum...

I have read the whole thing. Wow!

My contribution...I was in Goa on holiday about 10 years ago. I had a dodgy tummy and needed the loo fairly frequently. So I find this "hut" behind Palolim (sp?) beach. And it is very runny...and then I realise...and AM NOT ALONE. BOAK

A pig is in there, eating it as I am producing it.

Never ever eat pork in India.

God I felt sick.

oh dear god

a pig

mine is horrible (sorry folks) : exploring the extensive grounds of my nursery, age 4 or 5, and finding a carrier bag with something in it that someone had chucked over the fence, tipping it out only to be confronted by sight of a mutilated (obv. dead) cat. Still remember screaming...[shudder]
Another 'traumatised for life' incident was hearing my parents having very noisy sex when I was about 11 and not knowing what on earth was going on - I thought something awful had happened -. Unfortunately I then kept hearing them, so from the age of 12 until I moved out at 17, I usually wore earplugs in bed. Idiots They knew full well it upset me.

woo-hoo.. we made the Talk Round-up!!

THanks SOOO much MP.. here i was hoping that it'd show up in the 'discussions of the day' bit and it did even better!

Now it just needs to get into the classics!!

But OMG at the shaving off the clit... i am NEVER going near my nethers with a razor again!

The only thing that stopped me from fainting was the knowledge that I would have fallen into the pit / poo / general shit and been eaten by the pig too.

I was in bits.

I was running trhough city centre when they were doing loads of redevelopment. Wearing sandals. Thought I'd kicked a discarded bag of chips / ball of chip paper (felt the warmth y'see) and looked down to see line of rats scurrying in front of me

Too many half mouse and cat sick episodes to mention...
Ate what i thought was a biscuit crumb once to discover it was an ear wax crumb...
Needed a wee at the allotment one day, nobody else around... ducked down amid raspberry canes...stung bottom on nettles and stood up rather quickly to discover that neighbour had silently turned up.
My worst one concerns starting periods, as a teemager i was often caught out by AF and ended up with stained knickers that i was too to put in the wash so i would hide them behind the water tank in the airing cupboard until i could wash them when Mum was out, was Ok until the plumber turned up to fix some pipes and pulled them out one by one to find out what they were...Mum was very cross because she was embarrassed, still cringe when I think about it.
DH had his mum walk in on him and GF having a shag in the middle of the bedroom floor when they were @17, she calmly put the laundry down then closed the door, it was never mentioned.

My MIL walked in on DH and I (pauses trying to think how to phrase this delicately, thinks fuck it you can't) having a 69.

She knocks now.

cosmosis - just sprayed tea on laptop!!!!

I have many episodes of trauma, but most recently (well last night actually)...

There has been an increasing aroma downstairs in my house for the last few days, I had checked under the sofa for a rouge fermenting nappy (don't ask) or a half eaten rat (the cat not the DC).

By last night it was so overpowering that I could no longer cope, a full scale turnout of toyboxes etc reveasled nothing the smell was now so all-permeating that I couldn't work out where the seat of the offensive wiff was.

So in my continuing tidying/hunting frenzy I got to the larder around 11pm.

I picked up the lightweight rucksack that I use for a few nappies, pack of wipes and mini chill bag (1 milk, 2 smooties size) that is used for short walks and outings - the smell was definately coming from this. I was puzzled as my friend/ex Mother's help had taken them out on Saturday and I knew that I had removed the milk and empty smoothie cartons.

I unzipped the humming chill bag to reveal a dripping, decomposing poussin (mini chicken) wrapped in cling wrap.

I am a vegetarian. I spent the next 5 minutes retching.

The smell is worse since unzipping the bag, have thrown out the rucksack, chiller (and chook obviously) but the remaining fragrance is more than I can bear.

Marmaduke, I am not a veggie and that would still make me retch. You poor thing.

kitkatqueen. I'm over it now. I think.

Travelling in Indonesia with DH on local bus. No loos for ages. Finally found toilet at back of cafe and waited for it to become vacant. Rinsed my hands in the basin while I waited as they were a bit dusty/mucky from journey.

When the lady came out of loo (hole in ground with a door) she went to the basin (had no taps just full of water) lifted her clothes and washed her bits!!!!!!! Clearly that was the purpose of the basin!!!!!!

In Thailand was staying in beach hut with straw roof. While in shower there was a huge explosion - looked up and saw a huge coconut half way through the roof! Ran out of hut feeling v lucky to be alive.

my cockroach story led to my phobia...

flying home from Florida with my family, I was about 14. It was an overnight flight and I woke up in the morning just in time to see an enormous cockroach falling from the luggage rack above directly onto my cheek

I screamed, woke the entire plane up, but by this time no-one believed me, thought I'd had a nightmare as the little bugger was nowhere to be found. I spent the rest of the flight with my legs uncomfortably tucked under me - when I finally dared to put my foot on the floor the wee shit immediately crawled up my bare leg....BOAK....cue more screaming, still my parents didn't believe me

As we were about to land at Gatwick there was a horrified yell from the back of the plane, followed by a very loud crunch - hooray!

Also while staying in a stinking hostel in Brisbne, the room was crawling with roaches, I couldn't sleep at night, it was dreadful. We finally managed to capture one of them under a glass where it stayed for the entire week as we were all too scared to go near it. Eventualy someone somehow filed the glass with soap powder - the little f**ker ATE though it and still didn't die. Oh, I hate them. They make me shudder.

the only thing thats happend to me is.. when i had my ds1 [now 19] he was born 8weeks earley and was in scbu one morning iwas having my breakfast and i cut up my tomato and this big [dead]maggot came rolling out i did not eat the rest of it then boak ive never had tinned toms since then

Loving this thread, but not the clit shaving incident .

Too many to mention for me, but the most lasting is finding a snake sleeping on top of the loo cistern in my student house when I lifted the towel to dry my hands. The lock on the door was fairly dodgy and I COULD NOT GET IT OPEN. Cue screaming and banging on door. Eventually get out and tell flatmates/ BF that there is a snake in the loo, all too stoned to believe me. It was eventually caught and on investigation found to belong to two brothers living downstairs who had lost it 3 months earlier. I still can't lock the bathroom door without having a panic attack.

THIS THREAD

Oh the trauma of reading about the 8 legged creatures. Only read 2 pages and that was more than enough.