A friend and I shared this with each other recently and thought it odd that we had what could both be considered a traumatic experience.
Mine: I had a hernia operation when I was 2.5, almost 3 I think. I don't remember any pain or the surgery but I do remember being in a crib in the hospital at night. I remember calling for the nurses to take me to the bathroom. Calling and calling. Yelling. Crying. Not once did a nurse come in.
I also remember the next day crying when I told my mom that I wet the bed. She tells me now that she laid in to the nurses. I also remember being told to go down to the playroom, apparently while she talked to them, and riding a rocking horse. My mom has confirmed that part of it.
Your turn.
Mine: I had a hernia operation when I was 2.5, almost 3 I think. I don't remember any pain or the surgery but I do remember being in a crib in the hospital at night. I remember calling for the nurses to take me to the bathroom. Calling and calling. Yelling. Crying. Not once did a nurse come in.
I also remember the next day crying when I told my mom that I wet the bed. She tells me now that she laid in to the nurses. I also remember being told to go down to the playroom, apparently while she talked to them, and riding a rocking horse. My mom has confirmed that part of it.
Your turn.
It had to be before I was 3, before mom left dad. I remember sticking a chewable vitamin up my nose and going out to dad who was working on his black chevy truck, and he got out his hankerchief, made me blow my nose to get it out. You don't wanna know what I did with said vitamin... but in my defense, I was just a little girl!!
This is the only memory I have of my father when I was very little. Once mom (with me in tow) left him, I didn't see him for years. My poor dad...
This is the only memory I have of my father when I was very little. Once mom (with me in tow) left him, I didn't see him for years. My poor dad...
I remember the day I started out with dad, but came home with mom.
I was young enough that I remember having my diaper changed by my grandmother when my dad had custody of us. I must have been under 2. I have vague memories before that, but that's the only one that comes together with any clarity.
I vaguely recall my mom yelling at me to get home after she found me wandering around on the busy street in front of the house - buck nekkid! I was maybe 4 yrs old. She was really traumatized.
i remember dancing around the kitchen with a plate of sunny-side up eggs and having them splat into a nearby bassinet landing on the screaming face of my newborn brother. :umno:
i then remember running into a bedroom and hiding in the closet.
i then remember running into a bedroom and hiding in the closet.
Your mom, traumatized? What about all those passersby?
The Librarian across the street (library was there.) always bending over and just "swallowing" me up in her fat jiggly arms and planting a kiss with BRIGHT hooker red lipstick. i was about 3 ish then i guess
The Librarian across the street (library was there.) always bending over and just "swallowing" me up in her fat jiggly arms and planting a kiss with BRIGHT hooker red lipstick. i was about 3 ish then i guess
18 months old.
Hiding behind a door when my Grandparents came to visit.
I was very shy and did not take to anyone well...Grandparents included.
They have pictures of me hiding that day.
I remember it quite well.
Hiding behind a door when my Grandparents came to visit.
I was very shy and did not take to anyone well...Grandparents included.
They have pictures of me hiding that day.
I remember it quite well.
i can remember several instances before my familky moved to ga. since we came here when i was 4, all of them are fuzzy. i remember going to my grandmothers house, eating in front of the tv whilewatching 'alice', dragging my 3 story barbie house out the living room, stopping right in front of the tv (nekkkid of course!)
I don't know my age...but my younger sis (year younger) was an infant and she was very sick and my parents wouldn't let me in the bedroom they locked the door. I remember banging on the door yelling "they're killing her" and my older siblings kept trying to pry me away. They were actually bundling her up to bring to the hospital.
I remember playing on the beach late one afternoon.
Jockeying for a comfortable position in the womb. rtpd was a womb hog
I vaguely recall falling down the stairs while wearing a diaper. My older sister was on the telephone watching me tumble. It wasn't until she pointed and laughed, that I began to cry. That was just last week. I have a really short term memory.