You can’t unhear dead silence or forget that feeling it gives. It’s like your brain processing power goes overdrive and time dialates and you’re listening for anything and yet you want to hear nothing.
Gruesome deaths, suicide or homicide are something that stick with you. It fades in intensity, but there are things the human brain just wasnt meant to see.
On a positive note, hearing your childs first cry, the first time they say “dada”. The first time your girl (or guy i would imagine) says “i love you”.
Your first set of boobies
I was on X scrolling and seen a video of a coyote snatching a small dog through a fence to eat it somewhere. I blocked the account because damn, now I can’t stop thinking about that shit.
Same thing with a wild dog getting snatched up by a tiger. I’ve never owned a dog, but I hate to see them suffer.
The sounds of your mother getting fucked after coming home from the bar are hard to forget. It’s been more than 40 years for me, and I can still hear it.
When I was in my early teens (maybe 14) I saw a video of a woman having sex with a dog, literally doggy style. I think it was on Facebook, or some other site where you should’ve been safe from seeing something like that 🥲
From my time in EMS- dead people, and the homes of some of the live people.
The poverty we saw in Guatemala, people making a payment every week to be able to sleep in a tomb in the city cemetery. People who scavenge through the city dump, all their lives, to pick up bottles and cans to recycle just to buy food for that day.
My mom’s ankle randomly snapped one day. I had to hold her hand and keep her calm while calling for 911. Now when she walks, I just see her ankle breaking every time she steps.
Recently I got an infection in my hand that got real bad and needed surgery. It’s probably going to take a while to get over seeing my own bones and tendons through the gaping hole between my fingers
I still hear the sound of the first woman I ever truly loved whispering and giggling in my ear. I have mental images of the smile on her face when she would do it. Sadly in the end she didn’t feel the same way about me as I did about her. It’s from a long time gone, and it haunts me, but I also can’t help but smile when I think about it.
20 years ago someone sent me one of those beheading videos, where soneones neck got cut through manually. I’ll never forget the guys face and the way he looked into the camera… I was like 15ish then.
The “Funkytown” cartel video. And that video of a cyclist who got caught under the wheel of a bus where his head popped like a watermelon, just blood and brains spewed all over the pavement, while a passer-by freaks out
The sound of someone’s bone breaking. It was in a physical therapy office, and this old woman was doing something, and that was all I heard. Then she was on the ground.
i watched that clip of a man running on a highway and blowing his head off with a shotgun because it was named during one of the „darkest moments in tv history“ parts. also two girls one cup, one guy one jar and blue waffle
I worked 100 hour weeks during COVID. Telling loved ones in person or even on the phone that their family member died from complications of COVID. In the beginning when COVID was in it’s infancy, a lot of them had just an empty stare from disbelief from the media telling them it was just another flu virus. Never will I forget the screams or tears of family members from any death I have had to announce to them.
Close second would be watching my 1 year old kitten with FIP have seizures which ultimately left him blind with brain damage. Put him down after 5 days in the ICU.
I dreamt my friends and I were in a bad car wreck. Woke up to my phone ringing. My sister informed me my friends had been in a bad wreck…. I still have that dream occasionally that was 12 years ago
At my friends mom funeral. The gutteral scream of her sister knowing she wasnt coming back gives me chills thinking about it. The word anguish has never felt so defined after hearing that scream.
When I was 7 or 8 I was in a neighbor’s house and they had hunting magazines. I didn’t know they were hunting magazines. I just saw the beautiful buck on the cover and opening it up to photos and directions on how to field dress and skin a deer. It’s haunted me forever. I’m 63.
I was a kid, my mom and my stepfather were invited by some friends of theirs to have lunch on a Sunday. They had recently bought a puppy, it might have been with them for a couple days, it was being super well taken care of.
The guy had somewhere to go after lunch and went to take his car off the garage, I went out there and was observing him taking his car. When I look down near the back tires, there is the puppy, at a maximum of 2 inches away from being slowly smashed by the car.
It happened so fast I couldn’t even alert the guy, I just watched the puppy’s head being slowly smashed as he took off his car. The woman came right after screaming a lot, the guy had this face I could never forget, feeling guilty, despite it wasn’t intentional as it was an accident.
I know this shit was very harsh to me cause apart from what I described, the rest of the details just vanished from my mind. As if I’ve never lived that day.
Sometimes when I’m about to fall asleep I accidentally slip (in my dreams) and woke up with a start. But one night during college a voice screamed my name near my left ear. I’ll never forget that scream.
Last night something got killed outside in my yard, it screamed for half an hour. This morning i found a bloodbath and a roedeer babe with its hindquarters and intestines missing. It was litterally being eaten alive.
The video of the Russian guy getting sucked into the lathe and literally fucking exploding. That shit ain’t ever leaving my noggin. Please don’t look it up- it’s BAD
The police (Mac was his name) telling me my parents were dead, still remember the car outside and most of that morning, i was on my own in the house (they left before i got up), nice curve ball life, thanks.
Move on 20 years, my oldest brother calling me telling me my middle brother was dead (under a year ago), another nice curve ball there life, on my own living in another country at that point).
I remember around elementary school, in gym class we all had to shower, the gym teacher probably had to watch over everyone, so he got naked too, but being a little white kid, a middle aged black man’s junk looked impossibly large. Nothing unprofessional happened, it’s just seeing a grown man naked and knowing you’ll never measure up to that, it sticks with you.
While working on the 11th floor of an office building I saw a man run across the roof of the building right next to ours and then jump off.
The guy was on the pavement for a long time before the fire department arrived and covered the body with a blanket.
When I was 16 my older brother came home and left a friend in the car to get something out of the house. He always carried a gun in his dash and when we were inside we hear a loud gunshot and his friend had shot himself in the head
The strange part is how fast it happened, and that the guy was telling my brother how much he looked forward to going out that night. No signs at all that he would do something so terrible to himself.
Was first on the scene of a car that went off the road and flipped. Driver didn’t have a seatbelt on and slipped half out the window. The car landed upside down and crushed his middle. He was just lying there staring up, with blood pooling in his mouth. I was okay with that, but my dummy girlfriend didn’t listen to me when I told her to stay in the car. She came running up, dressed like a Temu Madonna. The last thing the poor guy heard was her shrieking like the dimwitted daughter of the town postmaster.
Sitting beside a love one while they take their last breathes. The death rattle will forever be burned in my brain. No amount of those drops they use to stop it works either idc what they say.
The things from Iraq and Afghanistan, the people holding my hand as we Medi-vaced them.
The smell of a body we found in the river days later and had to put in body bag. The scavengers had already been at it. Having to lift that literal dead weight.
I’ve read a few posts about untimely or gruesome deaths, but my can’t unsee is a bit more mundane. I can’t unsee or unhear when a person is an antisemite or a bigot. I can’t fathom talking down to wait staff. I don’t want to be around people who feel they are better than others just because of their circumstances; earned or born into it.
I interned with a Department of Justice criminal investigation office in college and one day I got offered to stand in on a criminal autopsy at the medical examiner’s office.
I thought I would be in an observation room or some shit, but nope, they put me head to toe in PPE and I stood right next to the medical examiner at the table the entire time.
Things that I’ll never forget:
The sound of the bone saw made when sawing the top half of the skull off, watching the examiner extract the brain – that was just a few days earlier an operating database of that person’s entire existence – and put it on the table and slice it like a loaf of bread.
Prior to the skull being opened, the medical examiner cut open the scalp and literally pulled the face down to expose the skull. I remember thinking to myself “what the fuck did I just watch” during that lol
The sounds the ribs made when the examiner broke them to expose the chest cavity.
The examiner pulling out the intestines/GI tract and the smell of not only human shit, but days old human shit inside of a decomposing body. No amount of PPE could protect me from that smell.
The examiner took the time to explain and show me that this individual did indeed die by way of a heroin overdose because when he squeezed the lungs, a foamy liquid/substance came out of them.
Overall 10/10 experience. The medical examiner was a true fucking g who took the time to walk me through everything he was doing and explained things in a way I could understand. Would do it again in a heartbeat.
The motorcycle license test. In my country you have to pass a written test, a test on closed track, and a third test on open road.
The written test was easy (0 mistakes), the open road test is just driving (one small mistake, but still enough to pass on my first attempt). But the bloody track… I passed on my 3rd attempt, pretty good, but I shudder when I remember waking at 6:30 AM to do the test at 8:00 AM on a rainy day, and only passing like 80%.
One year later, sometimes I think about it and I feel nervous, despite I already have the licence.
Imagine waking up thinking you have an uni test, x10.
A car crash that was not pretty. Dude had unsecured tools in the back that got launched forward. Somehow most of it missed him, but a screw driver got stuck in him. Idk how he got out of the car, because his legs had more angles than they should have, but by getting out he pulled out the screw driver.
Long story short, I did not have fun trying to plug all the blood leaks, so he didn’t bleed out before the paramedics got there.
Someone sent me a video that I cannot unsee. It was so surreal I thought it was fake. It was someone taking a shotgun to his own face . Never want to see it again
Not specifically me but when I was younger (7ish) my mother was driving me to somewhere and a car accident happened in front of us on the highway and she watched a family burn to death after becoming trapped. She was never quite the same after that.
An ironworker on the jobsite was hanging steel in a boom lift. Steel beam made contact with a high voltage power line and the steel structure while he was holding onto it. I’m not an electrician but there was a double breaker in the line so it tripped the first one but continued to feed power. I’ll never forget witnessing that.
My mom was in the hospital with a blood infection, and she was already doing terribly with cancer treatment. I had a premonition it might be towards the end, and i asked a friend who witnessed his father die from bad cancer if he knew when it was the end or not, with no filtering. He described the “death rattle” sort of breathing and it shocked me at first but that’s what I asked about. Sure enough I heard it in her breathing and she passed about 48 hours later she passed. Her death was sad but I wouldn’t call it traumatic. But that sound will never leave my memory.
Used to be in a telegram group that showed videos and photos coming out of Gaza. Man that shit messed me up so bad, it changed my entire view on the world. Dead kids crushed under rubble, starving cats eating rotting corpses, a video of a boy cuddling with his dead relative, a little boy using all his strength to rip away from people holding him back, only to touch his dead dads face with the most gentle hands, while sobbing his eyes out. I think that one was the worst. I don’t think I’ll ever forget those videos
I went to a pig slaughterhouse once where you could go round the back and see in a bit. I saw the pigs being unloaded from the truck and herded into the gas chambers. The way they screamed when the gas came on is something I’ll never forget. And then it went quiet.
Doing a body recovery dive in true zero visibility conditions.
The absolute stillness. The absolute blackness of the water. The only sound of current moving in the river, and my air regulator. Knowing there is a body somewhere in that cold, wet, darkness that I was trying with all my energy to find.
I couldn’t help but think how alone and scared he was at the end.
Intense pain, trauma and suffering from one you love.
Or my parents crying when I finally told them how bad my mental illness and suicide attempts were. Or my bipolar aunt in screaming matches with my unrestricted anxiety mother, etc. Not too bad but it’s more of what I’ve heard
When I was a kid my dad who was a cop stopped at a terrible accident on the way to school one morning. A small car tboned an 18wheeler trailer and was lodged underneath it. Some of the other bystanders pulled a then surviving teanage girl from the wreckage. My dad had me essentially holding her head together until the paramedics arrived. She did not survive. I was pretty young but the image of that girl’s face and my hands soaked in blood will forever be seared in to my memory.
Hearing my son cry for the first time followed by, “it’s a boy” will also forever be with me.
When I was about 14 my buddy and I were walking downtown in a small town where we lived and out of nowhere the sirens come blaring and the paramedics come attend to this woman who had collapsed streetside just on the other side of the parked cars. As they proceed to rip her shirt open to defib her my buddy and i caught a glimpse of our first boob. I had to crane my neck but it was worth it.
The final moment of my dog when I had to put him down. That whole process is a repeating moment in my brain. I can’t help but get emotional over it every time.
My sister blowing her boyfriend. Back in middle school a friend slept over and we snuck out late at night to get into mischief. We came back a while later and the back door was now locked. My sister knew we were going out so I looked thru the blinds to see if I could see her to get her to unlock the door. There she was kneeling on the floor in front of her boyfriend with his dick in her mouth.
My friend and I waited a while then checked again. She was still going at it. We waited longer then checked again. Nope, still going. We waited some more and checked again, god bless her stamina but her skills must be lacking since they still weren’t done. At that point we were cold and sick of waiting so my friend “accidentally” tripped on the BBQ grill to make noise. A few moments later we heard the door unlock.
Back when I was in highschool(2009-ish), while playing Xbox with some friends, I heard a sound outside my house that I’ve never heard before but somehow knew exactly what it was. A teen on his bike shot out into an intersection after going down a hill and a truck going about 30-35mph(in a 25mph zone) hit him.
The kid broke some bones and actually got a settlement out of the driver(he worked for the borough) of $35k.
I once read a study that said pessimists have a much more empirically accurate worldview than optimists. As a naturally upbeat person, that’s bothered me a good bit.
Keening by a parent who’s just realized they’ve lost a child. I work in an ER and it’s the worst sound ever. I’ve heard it too many times and just thinking about that sound wrecks me.
Saw my dad weeping over his dead spouse in an open casket. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I was absolutely gutted. He spent nearly 15 years divorced. Found someone, things moved very quickly and they wanted to get married. 6 months into their relationship, she gets a cancer diagnosis and dies within a year. Brutal.
Saw a guy get electrocuted to death, which was crazy, then not fifteen minutes later I saw a guy get wrecked by a truck on his bicycle. Brains everywhere.
I’m a plaintiffs attorney. There are many accident photos that are really bad, but after a while, they fade into the past in a blur with others. But the worst pictures were pictures of a naked, neglected 88 year old woman whose son caused her death (he gave her meth instead taking her to the hospital for a heart attack) who had been left on the floor of her hoarder home after having a heart attack and whose actual cause of death was exsanguination due to rodent bites. (There was a fight over her estate. We represented the other child).
My cat had 5 newborn kittens. One of them was neglected by the mother and started getting weak so I fed it daily by hand. I held the kitten as usual to feed it, and it gasped with a weird sound. I got terrified so I laid it down next to her mother for a few hours. When I came back, the body was cold and solid.
Seeing them wheel my wife out for her emergency c section. It was truly the most alone I’ve ever felt. I had to call my mom, I was so lost and alone. It all worked out thankfully.
When I was in 5th grade a child died from SIDS in my mother’s at home daycare. I was playing call of duty modern warfare (the first one), we had a tv room connected to the daycare area. I remember seeing the child and thinking that it doesn’t look right.
I watched my mother try to resuscitate a dead baby and lose a part of herself. My grandma showed up with her weekly cappuccinos from McDonald’s and dropped them onto the floor when she heard the screams my mom was making.
I went to my room in a daze and what I can only describe as shock. I laid on my blue racecar bed, stared at my reflection in my SpongeBob tv, and listened to the cries of my mother and the mother of the child that passed.
I’m 28 years old now, a lot of my friends have kids. I get flashbacks around infants and toddlers, I never want another parent to have to go through that ever again. It fucked me up, it fucked me up so bad.
I was working in NYC on 9/11, and as I crossed 3rd Ave to get to Grand Central Station I looked downtown and saw the big black cloud blocking out the Sun.
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A gruesome suicide.
DJT
Death
You can’t unhear dead silence or forget that feeling it gives. It’s like your brain processing power goes overdrive and time dialates and you’re listening for anything and yet you want to hear nothing.
Rule 34.
A guy killed himself in front of me once. Yeah, that one isn’t leaving the ol’ memory anytime soon.
“I’m still standing, better than an elephant!”
Gruesome deaths, suicide or homicide are something that stick with you. It fades in intensity, but there are things the human brain just wasnt meant to see.
On a positive note, hearing your childs first cry, the first time they say “dada”. The first time your girl (or guy i would imagine) says “i love you”.
Your first set of boobies
I was on X scrolling and seen a video of a coyote snatching a small dog through a fence to eat it somewhere. I blocked the account because damn, now I can’t stop thinking about that shit.
Same thing with a wild dog getting snatched up by a tiger. I’ve never owned a dog, but I hate to see them suffer.
That GODDAMN triangle in Usher’s Yeah feat Lil Jon.
Once you notice, it will not leave.
Edit. The instrument
Cartel vids
chainsaw noise increases
My aunt screaming and crying at my cousins funeral
2 girls one cup. It alone has provided guaranteed hours for my therapist
The sounds of your mother getting fucked after coming home from the bar are hard to forget. It’s been more than 40 years for me, and I can still hear it.
The blood curdling screams of my son when he taken into state custody…that’s gonna be with me forever. I got him back, but man….
Back in high school 25+ years ago… my dad was telling me, as his top parental advice of all time, not to get my girlfriend pregnant.
To provide a helpful tip, he noted how to make a condom feel better by putting a little bit of lube inside as well as plenty outside.
Little did he know, then, I would end up marrying her many years later and now we have 2 kids.
And then, if I get to put a couple more answers, probably goatse and 2girls1cup
The Human Centipede (First Sequence) – 2009
When I was in my early teens (maybe 14) I saw a video of a woman having sex with a dog, literally doggy style. I think it was on Facebook, or some other site where you should’ve been safe from seeing something like that 🥲
I was the 2nd person to arive after a motorcycle crash. The “skull bucket” style helmet didn’t keep his jaw in place.
From my time in EMS- dead people, and the homes of some of the live people.
The poverty we saw in Guatemala, people making a payment every week to be able to sleep in a tomb in the city cemetery. People who scavenge through the city dump, all their lives, to pick up bottles and cans to recycle just to buy food for that day.
My mom’s ankle randomly snapped one day. I had to hold her hand and keep her calm while calling for 911. Now when she walks, I just see her ankle breaking every time she steps.
Recently I got an infection in my hand that got real bad and needed surgery. It’s probably going to take a while to get over seeing my own bones and tendons through the gaping hole between my fingers
I still hear the sound of the first woman I ever truly loved whispering and giggling in my ear. I have mental images of the smile on her face when she would do it. Sadly in the end she didn’t feel the same way about me as I did about her. It’s from a long time gone, and it haunts me, but I also can’t help but smile when I think about it.
20 years ago someone sent me one of those beheading videos, where soneones neck got cut through manually. I’ll never forget the guys face and the way he looked into the camera… I was like 15ish then.
The “Funkytown” cartel video. And that video of a cyclist who got caught under the wheel of a bus where his head popped like a watermelon, just blood and brains spewed all over the pavement, while a passer-by freaks out
The yellow of a burnt body and smell from when I was on the volunteer fire dept. That yellow is burnt into my mind.
The sound of someone’s bone breaking. It was in a physical therapy office, and this old woman was doing something, and that was all I heard. Then she was on the ground.
People with really heavy stuff in here.
Me: a video of a pelican eating an alive bird whole, it’s haunted me since middle school. I’m 22 now
i watched that clip of a man running on a highway and blowing his head off with a shotgun because it was named during one of the „darkest moments in tv history“ parts. also two girls one cup, one guy one jar and blue waffle
Mutilated children in Gaza
I worked in a ER for a few years and saw lots of people die who didn’t need to. A handful of them still haunt my nightmares.
The blood curdling screaming of a burn victim before the hospital.
DJ Khalid
Saying goodbye to my father’s body…
I worked 100 hour weeks during COVID. Telling loved ones in person or even on the phone that their family member died from complications of COVID. In the beginning when COVID was in it’s infancy, a lot of them had just an empty stare from disbelief from the media telling them it was just another flu virus. Never will I forget the screams or tears of family members from any death I have had to announce to them.
Close second would be watching my 1 year old kitten with FIP have seizures which ultimately left him blind with brain damage. Put him down after 5 days in the ICU.
Flatulence during a very quiet time at church with dimmed lights before Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve.
I dreamt my friends and I were in a bad car wreck. Woke up to my phone ringing. My sister informed me my friends had been in a bad wreck…. I still have that dream occasionally that was 12 years ago
Seeing a boy on YouTube with advanced rabies and his snarling and foaming at the mouth
At my friends mom funeral. The gutteral scream of her sister knowing she wasnt coming back gives me chills thinking about it. The word anguish has never felt so defined after hearing that scream.
When I was 7 or 8 I was in a neighbor’s house and they had hunting magazines. I didn’t know they were hunting magazines. I just saw the beautiful buck on the cover and opening it up to photos and directions on how to field dress and skin a deer. It’s haunted me forever. I’m 63.
Faces. I see you once, I can remember your name.
I was a kid, my mom and my stepfather were invited by some friends of theirs to have lunch on a Sunday. They had recently bought a puppy, it might have been with them for a couple days, it was being super well taken care of.
The guy had somewhere to go after lunch and went to take his car off the garage, I went out there and was observing him taking his car. When I look down near the back tires, there is the puppy, at a maximum of 2 inches away from being slowly smashed by the car.
It happened so fast I couldn’t even alert the guy, I just watched the puppy’s head being slowly smashed as he took off his car. The woman came right after screaming a lot, the guy had this face I could never forget, feeling guilty, despite it wasn’t intentional as it was an accident.
I know this shit was very harsh to me cause apart from what I described, the rest of the details just vanished from my mind. As if I’ve never lived that day.
Sometimes when I’m about to fall asleep I accidentally slip (in my dreams) and woke up with a start. But one night during college a voice screamed my name near my left ear. I’ll never forget that scream.
Last night something got killed outside in my yard, it screamed for half an hour. This morning i found a bloodbath and a roedeer babe with its hindquarters and intestines missing. It was litterally being eaten alive.
The video of the Russian guy getting sucked into the lathe and literally fucking exploding. That shit ain’t ever leaving my noggin. Please don’t look it up- it’s BAD
Hearing wife organism with another man
The police (Mac was his name) telling me my parents were dead, still remember the car outside and most of that morning, i was on my own in the house (they left before i got up), nice curve ball life, thanks.
Move on 20 years, my oldest brother calling me telling me my middle brother was dead (under a year ago), another nice curve ball there life, on my own living in another country at that point).
I remember around elementary school, in gym class we all had to shower, the gym teacher probably had to watch over everyone, so he got naked too, but being a little white kid, a middle aged black man’s junk looked impossibly large. Nothing unprofessional happened, it’s just seeing a grown man naked and knowing you’ll never measure up to that, it sticks with you.
r/selfsuck 😭
As someone with Aphantasia, I don’t have this problem. 🙂
While working on the 11th floor of an office building I saw a man run across the roof of the building right next to ours and then jump off.
The guy was on the pavement for a long time before the fire department arrived and covered the body with a blanket.
When I was 16 my older brother came home and left a friend in the car to get something out of the house. He always carried a gun in his dash and when we were inside we hear a loud gunshot and his friend had shot himself in the head
The strange part is how fast it happened, and that the guy was telling my brother how much he looked forward to going out that night. No signs at all that he would do something so terrible to himself.
I walked in on my mom changing once in my teens
Let’s just say there are some tits boys/men dont want to see
Was first on the scene of a car that went off the road and flipped. Driver didn’t have a seatbelt on and slipped half out the window. The car landed upside down and crushed his middle. He was just lying there staring up, with blood pooling in his mouth. I was okay with that, but my dummy girlfriend didn’t listen to me when I told her to stay in the car. She came running up, dressed like a Temu Madonna. The last thing the poor guy heard was her shrieking like the dimwitted daughter of the town postmaster.
Also, wear your seatbelt.
Sitting beside a love one while they take their last breathes. The death rattle will forever be burned in my brain. No amount of those drops they use to stop it works either idc what they say.
I saw the October hamas raid footage in Israel. Ill never forget the poor guy getting his head crushed by a shovel.
The things from Iraq and Afghanistan, the people holding my hand as we Medi-vaced them.
The smell of a body we found in the river days later and had to put in body bag. The scavengers had already been at it. Having to lift that literal dead weight.
I’ve read a few posts about untimely or gruesome deaths, but my can’t unsee is a bit more mundane. I can’t unsee or unhear when a person is an antisemite or a bigot. I can’t fathom talking down to wait staff. I don’t want to be around people who feel they are better than others just because of their circumstances; earned or born into it.
I interned with a Department of Justice criminal investigation office in college and one day I got offered to stand in on a criminal autopsy at the medical examiner’s office.
I thought I would be in an observation room or some shit, but nope, they put me head to toe in PPE and I stood right next to the medical examiner at the table the entire time.
Things that I’ll never forget:
The sound of the bone saw made when sawing the top half of the skull off, watching the examiner extract the brain – that was just a few days earlier an operating database of that person’s entire existence – and put it on the table and slice it like a loaf of bread.
Prior to the skull being opened, the medical examiner cut open the scalp and literally pulled the face down to expose the skull. I remember thinking to myself “what the fuck did I just watch” during that lol
The sounds the ribs made when the examiner broke them to expose the chest cavity.
The examiner pulling out the intestines/GI tract and the smell of not only human shit, but days old human shit inside of a decomposing body. No amount of PPE could protect me from that smell.
The examiner took the time to explain and show me that this individual did indeed die by way of a heroin overdose because when he squeezed the lungs, a foamy liquid/substance came out of them.
Overall 10/10 experience. The medical examiner was a true fucking g who took the time to walk me through everything he was doing and explained things in a way I could understand. Would do it again in a heartbeat.
The motorcycle license test. In my country you have to pass a written test, a test on closed track, and a third test on open road.
The written test was easy (0 mistakes), the open road test is just driving (one small mistake, but still enough to pass on my first attempt). But the bloody track… I passed on my 3rd attempt, pretty good, but I shudder when I remember waking at 6:30 AM to do the test at 8:00 AM on a rainy day, and only passing like 80%.
One year later, sometimes I think about it and I feel nervous, despite I already have the licence.
Imagine waking up thinking you have an uni test, x10.
A car crash that was not pretty. Dude had unsecured tools in the back that got launched forward. Somehow most of it missed him, but a screw driver got stuck in him. Idk how he got out of the car, because his legs had more angles than they should have, but by getting out he pulled out the screw driver.
Long story short, I did not have fun trying to plug all the blood leaks, so he didn’t bleed out before the paramedics got there.
Watched my buddy lawn dart head first into a rail during a motorcycle accident. His helmet and head exploded.
Someone sent me a video that I cannot unsee. It was so surreal I thought it was fake. It was someone taking a shotgun to his own face . Never want to see it again
Not specifically me but when I was younger (7ish) my mother was driving me to somewhere and a car accident happened in front of us on the highway and she watched a family burn to death after becoming trapped. She was never quite the same after that.
An ironworker on the jobsite was hanging steel in a boom lift. Steel beam made contact with a high voltage power line and the steel structure while he was holding onto it. I’m not an electrician but there was a double breaker in the line so it tripped the first one but continued to feed power. I’ll never forget witnessing that.
My mom was in the hospital with a blood infection, and she was already doing terribly with cancer treatment. I had a premonition it might be towards the end, and i asked a friend who witnessed his father die from bad cancer if he knew when it was the end or not, with no filtering. He described the “death rattle” sort of breathing and it shocked me at first but that’s what I asked about. Sure enough I heard it in her breathing and she passed about 48 hours later she passed. Her death was sad but I wouldn’t call it traumatic. But that sound will never leave my memory.
my dad laying in the hospital bed slowly dying. The mechanical, gurggling sounds of taking his final breaths.
My mum aging 25 years within 2 years caused by breastcancer
War.
That relaxing Rain videos for sleep, now just sound like someone frying bacon.
Used to be in a telegram group that showed videos and photos coming out of Gaza. Man that shit messed me up so bad, it changed my entire view on the world. Dead kids crushed under rubble, starving cats eating rotting corpses, a video of a boy cuddling with his dead relative, a little boy using all his strength to rip away from people holding him back, only to touch his dead dads face with the most gentle hands, while sobbing his eyes out. I think that one was the worst. I don’t think I’ll ever forget those videos
I went to a pig slaughterhouse once where you could go round the back and see in a bit. I saw the pigs being unloaded from the truck and herded into the gas chambers. The way they screamed when the gas came on is something I’ll never forget. And then it went quiet.
Doing a body recovery dive in true zero visibility conditions.
The absolute stillness. The absolute blackness of the water. The only sound of current moving in the river, and my air regulator. Knowing there is a body somewhere in that cold, wet, darkness that I was trying with all my energy to find.
I couldn’t help but think how alone and scared he was at the end.
Intense pain, trauma and suffering from one you love.
Or my parents crying when I finally told them how bad my mental illness and suicide attempts were. Or my bipolar aunt in screaming matches with my unrestricted anxiety mother, etc. Not too bad but it’s more of what I’ve heard
Walking in on my daughter and her bf having sex in the living room. I think she forgot I was coming over.
I watched Bud Dwyer kill himself on live TV. Will never forget that one. Lots of other crazy shit too, but that one is the first that comes to mind
When I was a kid my dad who was a cop stopped at a terrible accident on the way to school one morning. A small car tboned an 18wheeler trailer and was lodged underneath it. Some of the other bystanders pulled a then surviving teanage girl from the wreckage. My dad had me essentially holding her head together until the paramedics arrived. She did not survive. I was pretty young but the image of that girl’s face and my hands soaked in blood will forever be seared in to my memory.
Hearing my son cry for the first time followed by, “it’s a boy” will also forever be with me.
Sounds and screams of an horrible abusive partner
Cartel video of a guy getting smacked over and over with a machete
When I was about 14 my buddy and I were walking downtown in a small town where we lived and out of nowhere the sirens come blaring and the paramedics come attend to this woman who had collapsed streetside just on the other side of the parked cars. As they proceed to rip her shirt open to defib her my buddy and i caught a glimpse of our first boob. I had to crane my neck but it was worth it.
P.S. my wife finds this story hilarious.
The game
The final moment of my dog when I had to put him down. That whole process is a repeating moment in my brain. I can’t help but get emotional over it every time.
My sister blowing her boyfriend. Back in middle school a friend slept over and we snuck out late at night to get into mischief. We came back a while later and the back door was now locked. My sister knew we were going out so I looked thru the blinds to see if I could see her to get her to unlock the door. There she was kneeling on the floor in front of her boyfriend with his dick in her mouth.
My friend and I waited a while then checked again. She was still going at it. We waited longer then checked again. Nope, still going. We waited some more and checked again, god bless her stamina but her skills must be lacking since they still weren’t done. At that point we were cold and sick of waiting so my friend “accidentally” tripped on the BBQ grill to make noise. A few moments later we heard the door unlock.
Back when I was in highschool(2009-ish), while playing Xbox with some friends, I heard a sound outside my house that I’ve never heard before but somehow knew exactly what it was. A teen on his bike shot out into an intersection after going down a hill and a truck going about 30-35mph(in a 25mph zone) hit him.
The kid broke some bones and actually got a settlement out of the driver(he worked for the borough) of $35k.
I once read a study that said pessimists have a much more empirically accurate worldview than optimists. As a naturally upbeat person, that’s bothered me a good bit.
Keening by a parent who’s just realized they’ve lost a child. I work in an ER and it’s the worst sound ever. I’ve heard it too many times and just thinking about that sound wrecks me.
The wail of utter despair when a work colleague learned of her 20yo son’s suicide.
Saw my dad weeping over his dead spouse in an open casket. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I was absolutely gutted. He spent nearly 15 years divorced. Found someone, things moved very quickly and they wanted to get married. 6 months into their relationship, she gets a cancer diagnosis and dies within a year. Brutal.
Saw a guy get electrocuted to death, which was crazy, then not fifteen minutes later I saw a guy get wrecked by a truck on his bicycle. Brains everywhere.
What a strange day.
I saw an alligator crack a turtle shell in it’s mouth and it fucked up my whole day.
I’m a plaintiffs attorney. There are many accident photos that are really bad, but after a while, they fade into the past in a blur with others. But the worst pictures were pictures of a naked, neglected 88 year old woman whose son caused her death (he gave her meth instead taking her to the hospital for a heart attack) who had been left on the floor of her hoarder home after having a heart attack and whose actual cause of death was exsanguination due to rodent bites. (There was a fight over her estate. We represented the other child).
a picture of my mom and dad I WASNT SUPPOSED to see at all but I was a nosy kid and went through moms phones
My mom telling my dad that she knew about his cheating and she wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to go. He didn’t go so I’ve just known for 10+ years.
They decided to have this conversation at full volume without even closing the door and they knew I was home
My cat had 5 newborn kittens. One of them was neglected by the mother and started getting weak so I fed it daily by hand. I held the kitten as usual to feed it, and it gasped with a weird sound. I got terrified so I laid it down next to her mother for a few hours. When I came back, the body was cold and solid.
Seeing them wheel my wife out for her emergency c section. It was truly the most alone I’ve ever felt. I had to call my mom, I was so lost and alone. It all worked out thankfully.
When I was in 5th grade a child died from SIDS in my mother’s at home daycare. I was playing call of duty modern warfare (the first one), we had a tv room connected to the daycare area. I remember seeing the child and thinking that it doesn’t look right.
I watched my mother try to resuscitate a dead baby and lose a part of herself. My grandma showed up with her weekly cappuccinos from McDonald’s and dropped them onto the floor when she heard the screams my mom was making.
I went to my room in a daze and what I can only describe as shock. I laid on my blue racecar bed, stared at my reflection in my SpongeBob tv, and listened to the cries of my mother and the mother of the child that passed.
I’m 28 years old now, a lot of my friends have kids. I get flashbacks around infants and toddlers, I never want another parent to have to go through that ever again. It fucked me up, it fucked me up so bad.
You ever see a 1 year old code in the hospital? Not fun… then you go about your day like nothing happened. healthcare is wild.
Grape stomping lady
I was working in NYC on 9/11, and as I crossed 3rd Ave to get to Grand Central Station I looked downtown and saw the big black cloud blocking out the Sun.