What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you?

I'm honestly not sure. At times, I believe something horrible has happened but in retrospect, it was usually for the best. I'd have an easier time answering "What is the best thing that has ever happened to you?"

Something someone did to me.

Emotional abuse from my father
and
Untruthful rumors spread about me by a former 'friend'

I'm thinking of the same thing as krist.

kirst - True enough. After the 'untruthful rumors' one, someone I'd only known in passing offered me support, and we became best friends. As horrid as the rumor-spreading was, I couldn't imagine not knowing my best friend.

It is too horrible to recount.

i was raped

My parents' divorce.

I tend to let the bad memories fade away over the years. I guess when my apartment was broken into was probably the worst.

The worst thing that ever happened to me was when my ex took my kids for 7 years and I didn't know where they were. As a mother I felt lost and couldn't figure out where I belonged in this world any more.
I have experienced deaths and crimes, which all had profound effects on me, but the children being taken out of my life was def the worst.

The death of my infant son.

My father's death.

I can't think of anything... I have been very fortunate so far.

lossing my towel.

getting sick

I don't know lets see it could be
1. The witness of a murder (didn't say anything either)
2. Being sexually abused for 10 years (not telling anyone either)
3. Finding out that I am gay (still waiting to tell my parents)
4. Being so drunk that I blacked out and lost my virginity to someone
I don't know at the age of 14.
I don't know what is worse. They are all pretty bad.

mom died, it was the worst thing that ever happened to me but caused my life to change in the most positive way!!! odd how that works...

I tried to enjoy without Krishna.

Geeze, that is hard to pin point. I think that the worst thing that has ever "happened" to me was the way certain situations affected me. God knows I have had some pretty hard times with relationships and drinking, the whole thing.

How? If you don't mind my asking....

My damn car was engulfed in flames, I lost my bowling balls and equipment **sob**

If that's as bad as it gets you're doing pretty good in life.

I was thinking the same thing about my own "worst thing", and yet, I don't think it's fair for you to make light of one person's experiences just because others seem to have gone through worse. We can't profess to know what other people have gone through from hearing one simple statement about it. On the other hand, you may be right. I know I feel like I've been pretty lucky.

Anon #2 - That's a lot of stuff to be carrying around, especially at the tender age of 14.

Are there gay youth groups or a gay community center in your area that can help with coming out stuff?

http://www.outproud.org/brochure_coming_out.html is a good resource having to do with coming out to parents...

There are also support groups for survivors of sexual abuse. Be aware though that some professionals like counselors and teachers are legally required to make a report to Child Protective Services if they hear anything that leads them to believe that an under-18-year-old is being abused.

Anon #3: What SueBee said - be careful about the assumptions you make.

I don't know about the worst thing ever. But the worst thing to happen to me during the last year, was last summer during a long bout of depression. I was signed off work for 8 weeks and my cousin, who staying in an apartment in Majorca, suggested I go out there for two weeks to get away from it all. I had my reservations. It was an awfully long way to go and then end up having a lousy time and feel worse than when I started. Would I like it? Would I get on with my cousin's housemates? Would I feel completely isolated being so far from home? My family kept trying to persuade me, thinking it would do me good but it was when my psychiatric nurse said he thought it was a good idea that I booked the tickets.
I was in no fit state to organise a bowl of fruit, never mind a holiday, so I left most of the details to my family. It had been arranged for my cousin to pick me up from Palma airport when I landed and my sister gave me a lift to the airport to drop me off.
I boarded the plane and then promptly, got back off the plane again as it had missed its slot. We were delayed for 4 hours. The plane had been due to land at 17:30, but I knew that my cousin had to start work at 21:00 so she might not be able to stay at Palma airport to pick me up. I tried to ring her but her phone was in a book in my luggage on the plane (aarghhh!!). I tried to ring anyone else who might know her number, but just got a series of answerphones (double aarghhh!!).....

.....When I finally got to Palma and collecting my luggage from the most apathetic baggage handlers on planet earth, I quickly realised that my cousin wasn't at the airport. I got a taxi to the resort she was staying at, As we approached the town I handed the address of her apartment (that had been written out for me) to the taxi driver. He took one look at it and told me that it was incomplete. It had the apartment number on it, and the name of the building, but not the number of the building. And it was a street 2 miles long and it was getting very dark. I tried desperately to ring my cousin using a payphone at the side of the road but it just rang out. I asked the taxi driver to take me back to the airport and "slept" there for the night. In the morning tired and smelly and upset and angry and frustrated and drained, I did the only thing I could think of doing. I booked a ticket on the first flight back home. When I got back, I rang my sister and asked her to pick me up from the airport and she took me home. By that time, my face was grey and I didn't say a word on the drive back. I carried my suitcases into my house and slammed the door behind me. I just wanted to be on my own and I needed some sleep. I heard the doorbell going and the sound of banging on my door, but I just blocked it out. Looking back, this probably wasn't the best thing to do as it freaked my sister out. She got so scared that I might do something stupid that she called the police. When they called round I totally freaked and refused to let them in, so they had to break the door down. I got taken to a unit, pumped full of drugs and slept there overnight.

Hmmm...I don't think I could narrow it down to just one thing. My parents divorced, my Dad disappeared for a few years with his mistress, I seen my parents gettin' it on...I've been cheated on twice, once was with my best friend...death of a loved one and alcoholism. But I ain't complainin. I've had a good life.

twister: sorry i didn't see the question for a bit...... my mom died during a fairly busy and stressful time in my life. she and i were very very close and it was a shock to the entire family. at the time i was in a relationship with a woman for 7 yrs. and although we had a good relationship to the eyes of others, i really had not been happy for a while. i lost myself somewhere in those 7 yrs. when my mom died, i became what i now know to be clinically depressed for about 6 months or so. i just went thru my days numb. then i suddenly realized that life can be short and i needed to BE, be me and find happiness. i learned to voice and act on my needs and wants in life. i learned what happiness means to me. i learned how to love others while loving myself, all on my terms. and i learned what love means to me. my partner and i ended up splitting. it was a stressful and sad time but at the other end of it, i know that it was the true turning point in my life..... my life is wonderful now!! that is it in a nutshell, if you need or want more explanation let me know.

*smiles* I just needed to hear a happy ending...Thanx
(((hug)))

most welcome!! ((hug))

I'm glad everything worked out well, too. Did this all happen recently? I didn't see you around here for awhile.

no, it's been 5 yrs, i was disappointed in much of the arguing and such on SC and needed a break. it seems to have improved since my return, i think.

i could not remmy at all.. my family told me when i was 5 yrs old.. those 2 boy who is white and family with black ppls and is neighbor in same house but separate inside as half u know.. i dunno called.. they been abuse me and pick on me and make dog bite me and push me in big hole (that they digging) and fill with thorn bushes in forest and throw rocks at me and mean to me cuz i am deaf.. oh well i have scars from them..

haha u lost towel?? hah funny smile :)

There are always those who fear and loathe people who are different. Whether it be to do the cruel things you describe or just attack you anonymously in a forum such as this. It saddens me, I was attacked for my differences too......
How do you keep from being bitter? You seem very happy.

I couldn't think of anything else, so i just decided to be funny.

My mom died on our vacation when I was four.

I am so very sorry......

Thanks.