What's The Worst Thing Anyone Has Done To You?

I think for me, it was someone I grew up with since we were infants until young adult age pretending to be my close friend but was really a totally different person behind my back. It didn't start off that way but I think he began to have feelings of severe dislike as we reached our early teen years and seemed to be in competition (in his mind) for the same friends. Later, people told me the real meaning of some of the things he would say in front of me that seemed innocent but actually had a double meaning to our peers around us. There were so many things that was orchestrated against me that I began to connect after I found out how this person really detested me. Just little things that probably seemed like good fun to our other friends but had a darker purpose that they weren't aware of. We were both pretty good athletes but he'd convinced our friends to never throw the ball to me whenever we played pick up football no matter how open I was. He convinced them that it was just funny to watch me get angry over being overlooked. He actually preferred to lose games than to have me help them win. Or if I confided in him (because I thought we were that close) he would secretly repeat what I told him to others.

Since then, this has happened on a lesser level with others but I had already learned to detect the warning signs. I guess in a way, this person did me a favor because it made me less vulnerable to the cruelty of others. However, it also may have seriously affected my level of trust with others. I think it may be part of the reason I have trust issues to this day.

If not too painful to talk about please add your experiences.

The worst thing? Eh...

My cousin stopped talking to me the day after taking me out for my 16th birthday for a shopping trip. No reason or explanation given. He just cut all contact with me. I became depressed and suicidal following this, confided in my oldest sister, who repeated what I'd told her to our mum. Well, mum flipped out and me yelled at me for telling my sister over her and told me to effin' kill myself if I was so depressed.

My secondary school guidance counsellor told there was no point in me continuing my education. And another teacher gave me a back-hand compliment, then insulted me during a meeting which my mum was present at. But said nothing when the guy insulted, y'know how like a normal parent would take umbrage at their child being humilated like I was.

My mum once stabbed with a pair of manicure scissors for refusing to her cut my fingernails, then proceed to tell me that was my fault.

My oldest sister spent a few years mocking my appearance whenever we were out in public, just because I laughed when she did the first time. Subsequent times it was less funny - and just brought back bad school memories. Now I realise she mistook my deadpan, sarcastic response to her insults, as genuine praise. Cuz I go, "Aye, that's very funny"

I was at a running race, and someone said to me " I wish you were bitten by a dog.

At work I raised money for Beyond Blue a mental health charity, a co-worker said " You're weird."

I think the worse was probably the person who screamed in my ear.

I like to keep these memories in the past where they belong

I've been bullied for so long I don't know what is the worst. I've had people ask me to fight them just for there entertainment. I had someone stab me in the hand. I was a human garbage can on the bus. I had a relationship that lasted a year and in the end she told me she never cared for me. I've been cheated on by a girl. Hell I've even tried to make friends with a girl I dated because that's what she wanted but in the end she kicked me out of her life and now I don't even exist to her. That's just some of the things but I prefer to keep those behind me.

Well, I was sexually abused as a kid. But I'm gonna skip the details. That shit just scars you for life.:sad:

I think having a father - who was married to your mother - who wants absolutely nothing to do with you and never does anything to find out if you are alive or dead is pretty nasty.

I envy others who have a father who does even some of the things a father is supposed to do.

His total voluntary absence feels like he's stabbed me in the heart every year when Fathers Day comes around.

BlueDays said:

I think having a father - who was married to your mother - who wants absolutely nothing to do with you and never does anything to find out if you are alive or dead is pretty nasty.

I envy others who have a father who does even some of the things a father is supposed to do.

His total voluntary absence feels like he's stabbed me in the heart every year when Fathers Day comes around.

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You and me both, BlueDays.

My father was out of my life shortly after I was born. :sad:
And he waited 14 years to want anything to do with me, even then it wasn't about forming a relationship.

Though, I envy others who have people in their life who truly love and support them.

BlueDays said:

I think having a father - who was married to your mother - who wants absolutely nothing to do with you and never does anything to find out if you are alive or dead is pretty nasty.

I envy others who have a father who does even some of the things a father is supposed to do.

His total voluntary absence feels like he's stabbed me in the heart every year when Fathers Day comes around.

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First off, I'm sorry you experienced that. I don't wish those types of feelings on anyone. That said, I can say that I grew up in a similar situation although my parents had been divorced for as long as I can remember but it didn't affect me much.

My father would come around every now and then when he had to and showed zero concern about us but I can remember never caring about it at all. I think that's because the fathers of the children in my neighborhood who were around were generally awful people. My mom would tell us horror stories of my dad's behavior and the hell he put her thru when they lived together. I always counted myself lucky that me and my siblings didn't have to put up with somebody like that.

I didn't start to question why he didn't care until well into adulthood. By then, I didn't feel deprived just genuinely curious.

I think one probably the worst thing anyone has done to be, something which actually affected me quite alot, was when a teacher went out of her way to make an indirect comment to the class denigrating people with darker skin - I myself being olive skinned. She had it in for me for some reason, and did say some other rude things to humiliate me, but that one really stuck for many years. I had never felt so inadequate and filthy like I did then.

To Graeme1988, that is truly awful! I can't believe what some people can do to their own family. That reminds me of some of the tantrums my aunt can have; she clashes with her daughter. When I have trouble with my parents tit's most often passive aggressive, manipulative and indirect ways of getting to me. I'll be more grateful in future that this is the extent of it! My father is afraid of getting into a confrontation with me - though I have no history of physical violence, so that helps too.

awkwardamanda said:

Well, I was sexually abused as a kid. But I'm gonna skip the details. That shit just scars you for life.:sad:

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I'm sorry and totally understand you not wanting to go into detail. I know the wounds never go away but hoping you eventually find peace.

Graeme1988 said:

The worst thing? Eh...

My secondary school guidance counsellor told there was no point in me continuing my education. And another teacher gave me a back-hand compliment, then insulted me during a meeting which my mum was present at. But said nothing when the guy insulted, y'know how like a normal parent would take umbrage at their child being humilated like I was.

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Ah, the wonderful world of our educators. I had a teacher in elementary school who would take pleasure in humiliating me in front of the class because I didn't have the best clothes. She actually thought my raggedy appearance was my own choice. She thought she was teaching me a lesson. I guess she was. She taught me that adults who were in charge of children could be more childish, cruel and/or ignorant than the children they were in charge of guiding.