Two days after breaking up, I found out that my ex had lied to me about everything about himself, and had gotten out of prison for beating his mother to death shortly before we met. I met him because he had been a canvasser with a friend of mine (also concerning, tbh), and he just fit right into her friend group, and nobody had any information about his life before that. Once we started comparing stories after we found out, it all clicked into place.
Even worse, he killed his mom after she tried to give him some tough love (it sounded like normal, healthy parenting from the reports) about drinking too much and I broke up with him for the same reason. I was certain he was going to kill me for a while there, but that’s no longer a worry because I live in another country and he can’t get a passport.
The realisation about the person you were with would be awful by itself let alone worrying about possibly being in immediate danger, holy shit. I'm glad you're safe now
Went to wake up my daughter like every morning, bed is empty, covers thrown to the side. Check around the house, nothing.
Everybody else is asleep, house is silent. Check the back, the swings, the rear deck, nothing.
Check bedroom again.
She was rolled up tight in her blanket, against the wall, from head to toe, making it look like the bed was empty.
Weak Knees Moment
I remember doing similar as a kid on the regular, I'd wake up to the sound of my mom calling my name because she had go l checked on me in the middle of the night, only instead of in my own bed I'd be under my sister's bed, behind the couch, on another sister's dresser, etc. I had a lot of sleep issues as a kid.
Ballistic missile hit less than 50 meters from me.
I'll venture a wild guess that you live in Ukraine?
Yep.
During Helene, I had a tree fall through my house while I was in bed, and it stopped about 6 inches from my face
That's some Donnie Darko shit right there.
Holy shit. During Chido all we had were mild damages to doors and the like. But... it was already frightening as hell. I never thought wind could be so strong. People in the slums had it way worse. I only saw the aftermath. Some got chopped in half by their metal sheets carried by the wind, or their lost an arm or a hand...
Hydroplaning on a motorcycle
Just ever so slightly losing grip on wet tarmac while taking a bend a little bit too fast and in your head you're chanting "Lean, don't break! Lean, don't break!" to yourself....
When a car ran over the person who walked right next to me.
For about three weeks I was having bad thoughts going round and round in my head all day long, and I was barely able to do my work.
Damn. Of course, you were traumatized. You doing better now ?
Thats crazy. I've seen auto accidens but just in passing and heard pedestrian ones are in particular quite scary.
My first deployment in a fast-attack submarine, in the fall of 1991. We were working under British operational control, and they ordered us to cruise surfaced, in the North Sea. I was standing watch as a lookout, with another lookout and the Officer of the Deck (OOD), in the sail superstructure of the boat. We were wearing body harnesses and lanyards, clipped into the superstructure - normal procedure.
I was a sailor aboard USS SUNFISH (SSN549), a Sturgeon Class boat, where the sail superstructure was 25 feet tall. We were in 48 foot seas.
The 3 of us on watch that night were washed overboard more than 10 times each. Often all 3 of us at the same time... flung overboard, hanging by our lanyards, trying to roll around and grab onto the ladder rungs, or one another, to get back into the bridge pooka. None of us broke any bones or lost any teeth, but we were pretty battered and bruised by the end of it.
That was the first time I got to see the entire boat out of the water... at the top of the wave, I could see the stem planes, stabilizers, the end of the towed-array housing, and the propeller. At the bottom of each trough, we'd see just a tiny hole of sky, through the water, as it all crashed down upon us, and we all hold on, trying to stay inside the superstructure.
We pulled into the Navy Base at Rosyth Scotland the next afternoon. The windshield, booked in for surface operations, was completely missing, as well a the port running light. We sustained damage to our observation periscope and main communications antenna as well.
The experience was both scary and exhilarating.
Harrowing. But as someone unfamiliar with anything involving with anything naval, why the Hell did they have you do that? In conditions like that, why wouldn't you just cruise submerged and avoid the waves entirely? And why do they have people up there "on watch?" I can't imagine you can actually watch for that many things in such insane conditions. To my ear, it seems like they risked three lives and caused countless thousands of dollars to naval equipment for no damn good reason.
We were told at the time, that the Brits has a surface group in the area, and didn't want a sub submerged in the same area. Neither we, nor our radar saw anything. But in 21 years spent in the navy, I've never seen seas like in that 1st deployment. Modern subs, with round hulls, are optimized for submerged steaming, only cruising on the surface when arriving/departing ports or when operationally necessary (i.e. shallow waters or transferring personnel).
I've probably been out in seas just as bad as that 1st deployment - when the boat is rocking at 600-800 feet submerged depth, it has to be really, really bad on the surface, but being submerged, I really didn't get to see it on those occasions.
Yeah, might as well have had them on watch while submerged, at that rate.
whew !!!
Brexit
When I woke up blind from surgery. Years ago I had FFS. Mine involved significant reshaping of the brow bone among other things. And like any surgery, beforehand the surgeon makes sure you're aware of the potential risks and complications. The rate of complications is low, but the risk isn't zero. If you're doing substantial work on your face, that can result in nerve damage, loss of feeling, loss of facial motor control, etc. The vast majority of people turn out just fine, but the risks are not zero and are always on your mind. Oh, and I did this in Buenos Aires cause I was a broke-ass 24 year-old not so long out of college. So add that to the fear of potential complications. I wasn't just getting major surgery. I was getting discount major surgery.
So I go in for surgery. Put the gown on, lay on the hospital cart, the whole nine yards. They give me the gas and I quickly go off to nowhere. Several hours later, I slowly regained consciousness, the surgery complete. And to my horror, I saw...nothing. Absolute darkness. Nothing at all. Pitch blackness. I command my eyes to open, but still nothing. Absolute inky blackness. I'm still hopped up on pain killers, but I'm quickly jolted to heightened awareness. I was aware of the risk of potential loss of feeling, but this? Blinded? Complete blindness in both eyes? I was in complete panic. Absolute terror.
Thankfully however this state did not last too long. A nurse realized what was wrong and helped me out. My eyes or ocular nerves hadn't somehow been damaged. My eyes were swollen shut. They were able to rinse out my eyes and help me to open them a bit, and it was clear that I would see just fine.
Ultimately, I didn't have any nerve damage and made a complete recovery. But that moment remains one of the most terrifying I have ever experienced. Alone in foreign country, thousands of miles from home, and I woke blind.
I felt my blood pressure spiking from just reading this. I'm glad you were okay!
The cops had a shoot out with my neighbor in the apartment next to mine. I wasn't positive it was gunfire, and I walked into my living room to get a better assessment. I was about a foot away from whizzing bullets, but I still wasn't 100% sure lol. I decided to not risk it and take cover on the floor of my bathroom, until about 20 minutes later when the cops busted my door down and kicked me out of my apartment for 2 days. When I came back, I had 17 bullet holes in my wall (all from the cops) and my fridge and cabinets were all shot to hell. I definitely almost died that day
Holy crap what country do you live in? /s
Heartbeat stopping in the night. Luckily, the heart has mechanisms to restart itself, and the last one finally kicked in. According to the doc, this only took five to ten seconds, but it felt longer than the complete last class on a Friday afternoon.
Roughly how old were you and were you awake when it happened or did you wake up because of it?
Somewhere in my mid-twenties. I probably woke up before when my circulation went down. This had happened a few times before, with one occasion where I measured 26BPM with the blood pressure meter.
Luckily, they found that the medication I had to take back then was the issue, and switched me to another one, which I take for 30+ years now without issues.
On a trip to Iceland, was hiking with my mom. I see a spot I want a photo in so I hand her my phone and trek out there. It was a small outcropping at the same height of the trail, overlooking some gulleys. Others had been out there because there was a worn path.
I'm standing out there for my photo, and some wind blows through. It picked me up off my feet. Like, I was weightless and severed from the ground for a few seconds.
I knew in that moment I was going to die. The wind would carry me over the edge and down to the gully below. Luckily, it didn't last long enough to do that, and dropped me back on my feet, but I was so close to death, I could feel it.
People, the Icelandic wind is no joke. There was no uptick to warn me, no dirt or grass or whatever whipping around. It wasn't A windy day. It was just no wind, then sudden wind strong enough able to pick up a 190lb woman clear off the earth.
I kept to the main trail after that.
Blimey I had no idea that could happen sounds scary
Me either.
Iceland has many crazy areas, and even where there signs (particularly on the beaches), people still venture onto the deadly rocks
Oh yeah, you have to not be stupid. I think the danger is that even when you're not stupid, it'll still getcha.
And yup, there were 4 people who walked right down to the waters edge after we were just warned that sneaker waves were not uncommon.
Working up a radio tower that is on top of a hill where 2 quarries are slowly cutting their way into.
Everything was fine until I hear a large bang and rumbling noises. Then the entire tower starts vibrating with the shockwave of explosion.
I was about 20M up the tower that day.
Also we now know why our millimetre wave radios will sometimes have jitters in the signal strength.
Was the millimeter wave stuff point to point?
Yes. Bridgewave 80Ghz stuff.
8 way skydive. Two friends were getting married and they wanted to do a formation skydive as part of their wedding ceremony. They were going to get married, then 8 of us would get into the plane and do an 8 way formation dive. Land and eat cake.
The problem was they were both low time jumpers, with about 70 jumps each. The other 6 jumpers were all highly experienced, so we tried to make it work. The jump in question was a practice jump about a month before the wedding.
The bride fell out of the formation and went low. Meaning she was below everyone else and was continuing to get even lower. People in a formation will fall more slowly than an individual.
The formation of 7 other jumpers gets to about 5000ft and she is about 500ft below us and just sitting there. She is making no moves to track out and it is becoming a very dangerous situation. Then she starts waving off, which is what you're supposed to do right before deploying your parachute. We all see it, break the formation turn and burn. The jumper to my right videoed the whole thing. By happenstance I was the closest to her. The video shows me in a full track when she and her deploying main parachute come into frame. I might have missed her by about 20ft. Later she told me I sounded like a jet airplane passing by.
Everyone needed a change of underwear after that jump. I grounded her except for coached jumps, which I took on myself. I did about 15 jumps with her over the next month with increasing number of people until it clicked with her on how formation skydiving actually works.
We did not get to do the jump the day of the wedding unfortunately. Just after the nuptials were completed and we were to head to the airplane an intense thunderstorm blew in grounding the planes. We still held the reception in the hanger though and it was a good time. We did the wedding jump a couple of weeks later and sent the video to all the wedding guests.
But yeah, it was pretty fucking scary.
Either when my first baby fell out of bed followed by a big clonk, or when I tried to get someone out of a car in flames.
My eldest is fine, that guy didn't make it and I will never forget the smell.
Waking up to Trump's day-one anti trans EO calling me an "anti American Ideology" and waging war on trans people. My partner and I made the decision then and there to escape.
Close second is choking on a piece of baked potato while home alone as a kid
Not affecting me, came back from a trip to find my friend nearly comatose on my couch. She had been watching the apartment. Her blood sugar was over 1000.
Got launched off the side of a boat near Tokyo in January. Wasn't very buoyant due to heavy winter clothing and the cold water was... something else. Felt like I was sinking down forever. When I did resurface, it took a long time for them to rig up a ladder for me to climb aboard the adjacent ship.
What's weird is how everyone reacts differently. Someone talked about spinning out in a car; once, my girlfriend was driving, in the winter, and we tried to pass someone on the freeway, going near freeway speeds. The roads were icy, and we spun around multiple times, and ended up coming to a stop on the other side of the freeway facing oncoming traffic. Throughout the entire episode, I remember only thinking, "Ok, this is happening." I wasn't afraid, my heart rate was normal, I was completely calm. I think I may have put my hand on the dashboard, as if that'd do anything. I think, for me, it was the utter inability to do anything about the situation that made me calm. I've lost control on ice while I've been driving, and that's nerve-wracking. But that one time was the worst, and yet I had no fear. It's really strange, isn't it?
So, my answer is being up on the town hall tower in Rothenburg, Germany.
I know I'm acrophobic, but not pathologically, but I figured I'd be a little scared and that would be it, and I wanted to do it. So we climb about 800 floors of stairs and crawl through this little submarine-like hatch onto a mayor walkway around the tower literally wide enough for one person, as long as they're not too fat. The railing is a metal bar about waist-high, and I am not joking, you didn't have enough room to turn around. So you shuffle around the entire spire - there's just a column behind you - until you make the circuit and can climb back in the man-hole. It was not great; I was already anxious, except that after I got out, people just kept coming out of the hole. It was literally impossible to go back - you had to make the circuit, and there were people on both sides of you. You shuffled as fast as everyone else was, which was slow, because you'd stop when someone would finish and climb back in the hole.
I was about three people out of the hole, and thinking about the warning sign about the walkway being rated for only 4 people at a time, and how by my count there were at least a dozen, and I panicked. It was one of two or three times in my life when I felt like my brain had run off and was doing its own thing, and I had no control. I didn't make a scene, but internally, I was completely terrified, and probably wouldn't have been able to move if I hadn't been part of a press of people on both sides inexorably shifting around the walkway. I don't think that utter loss of any rational control can be adequately described unless you've experienced it.
The view was, apparently, beautiful, but I have no memory of it; all I remember is that it took 6 hours and all I could think of the entire time was getting back inside.
I can relate with your story as a fellow acrophobic (relatively mild...), and it reminded me of a similar but very different situation I lived.
I was on a holiday with friends, we were planning to do some canyoning. I scouted the path beforehand just not to get stuck, and everywhere I read that there are always alternative paths to jumps. The day before we make a hike, 700m of climb over 5km, steep as hell and in the evening my legs were butter (not sure if the same is for you, but the more I don't feel my body in control, the more fear takes over).
Next day, we go canyoning and I could legit barely walk. I start the course already thirsty, and after almost 1h we were barely halfway. Having to climb and jump (small stuff) made me sweaty AF, I was completely dehidrated. At some point we reach a place and I clearly realize there is no way back. I am the last one of the group, tired and thirsty as fuck, we are all tied on a rope, and we are on top of a big boulder. There are 2 ways down: jump 10m or go down with the rope.
I have spent close to 10min on top talking to the guide, asking completely moronic questions, and I have 8 of them on video because my friend was just before me and filmed.
I ended up jumping, I figured that with the energy I had left, I would rather do something that takes 2s rather that rope myself down. I probably managed to do that just because I was that dehydrated and almost in a delirious state. I remember looking down the water and just the memory makes me dizzy. But the feeling of not having an option B (or C) is what really gets you, this is why I could relate with your story even though this is a completely different situation.
Fun fact, I ended up being the only one in my group to jump 10 meters, and now the memory is a mixed bag of emotions, but I will always have brag rights with my friends.
Edit: I added a picture of the jump as seen from top. It's a screenshot from the infamous video.
The view from below maybe is more realistic...
First time I had severe anaphylactic shock, only juuust got given adrenaline in time apparently, don't rate.
7.7 magnitude earthquake from the 33rd floor. It happened 2 weeks ago. I will never go in a tall building again.
"I'll never put on a life jacket again."
Sudden low blood pressure after seeing my own blood. I went temporarily blind and my hearing was weird for a bit. Thankfully, my father rescued me.
The reason I didn't faint was because, when I felt my blood pressure dropping, I immediately kneeled to avoid further injury.
That was most certainly the scariest thing I've experienced. Somehow, it was scarier than actually fainting.
I have a friend who passes out every time he gets his blood drawn. He's like a deflating balloon.
He's diabetic and has to get blood work done every so often, and he always warns the person taking his blood that he's going to pass out for a second, and it's no big deal, but they always act surprised and panic when it happens.
Yeah, I had to go to therapy for that. What works for me is closing my eyes so I don't get to see the needle or the blood. I still feel a bit weird after but I don't pass out anymore.
Somehow I've never actually fainted but I've had near fainting episodes tons of times. Literally every single time I've been too embarrassed to say anything to anyone or take immediate logical action bahaha! One time when I was a teen at dance class I started feeling that way. Decided to excuse myself to the bathroom. As I was walking down the hall, my vision went black and I had to literally feel for the bathroom door. No idea how I made it in there without fully passing out but it's funny how self conscious I am to do that. I sat on the floor for a few minutes before going back to class. 🙃
I've been in some scary situations, but I don't think anything has ever compared to the fear + PANIC feeling of getting separated and then lost from my parents inside a busy store when I was a child. I feel like I can handle fear and get ahold of it pretty quickly as an adult, even in dangeroussituations, but panic is an entirely different animal and as a kid you have zero reference for that kinda thing.
Well now I feel bad for laughing at the leashed children.
Man, I didn't even wander off, I was looking at something and they were behind me, and when I turned around, they were gone. It was just a sea of adults and I was short so all I could see was people's legs lol
As a baby, my son went through a period of febrile seizures. Basically, if he got a fever, it could cause him to have seizures. Even after learning what was happening and that it was "harmless," it was an absolutely chilling/gut-wrenching experience, but the first time was particularly nightmarish.
I had the exact same experience. My son became cyanotic since his breathing was so shallow, and then he passed out. For a second I thought he died there and then. Quickly came too. And the ambulance took a wrong turn. Rember running after it. Man, had I had that motivation when young and fit I would have beat Usain Bolt
Just awful. I remember sitting on the couch, friends were over, my ~1-year-old son was sick/feverish but still happily toddling about, came over to me, eyes rolled back, he collapsed backward and was convulsing. I picked him up and was cradling him, sort of yelling at/pleading with him/trying to comfort him? Just panicking basically. Friends called ambulance, I ran outside in barefeet holding him still completely limp. Ugh. There was absolutely no thinking, in that moment, that "this is totally fine and okay/harmless," even though that was the general response of the various, multiple hospital people.
Possibly my biggest adult fear moment was when my cousin was in the hospital having had a brain bleed.
I was going back to school in a dumbass bid to alter course in my career, it was the last day of the semester, lunchtime. I was sitting in my truck eating lunch with my girlfriend at the time, I get a call, it's from my oldest cousin. "Hey, [middle cousin] is in the hospital. Duke hospital. In the ICU." That was a rough winter, spending a month watching someone you grew up with as their brain very gradually reboots. She survived, by the skin of her scalp. She lost some vision, has near constant headaches, had aphasia pretty bad but that's eased a bit. At first it was like the nouns fell out of her dictionary. My uncle said to her "What do you want for dinner, babe?" And she said "Oh I want the, you know the, with the, ugh!" and she got up and started boiling some spaghetti.
The most certain I was going to die was one night when I went up for a night currency flight.
Some of the rules pilots have to follow are weird; pilot's licenses in the US don't expire, but you have to log certain recent experiences to be eligible to fly solo or to carry passengers. To carry passengers at night, you have to have performed 3 takeoffs and landings to a full stop at night. I was 18 or 19, I took off to do exactly that, just three quick trips around the pattern...it was windier than I'd ever dealt with. I took off and that Cessna bucked in ways that I'd never experience before, in the pitch black of night. I remember thinking "I'm going to die tonight. I've always wondered how, now I know." I did make it to downwind, basically training had kicked in, I was going through the motions, and I noticed out ahead of me in town some flashing blue lights, and I thought to myself "Uh oh, someone's getting a ticket down there." And that little moment of casualness allowed me to re-center. I thought about it for the rest of downwind, came in with 20 degrees of flap and a LOT of left rudder for a textbook upwind wheel landing. Taxied back to the ramp, tied the plane down, then sat in the cockpit until my hands stopped shaking and I could write down the hobbs and tach times.
Now.
Fell on the road with a car going straight at me, I slipped in panic when I tried to get up, I don't know if I was actually in danger but it was close
Almost spun out because I hit a pothole, luckily the oncoming lane was empty and I managed to recover though
My six-year-old and my eight-year-old started fighting and chasing each other around on a skinny trail at the top of the Grand Canyon with very long drop-offs and no fences to either side.
They didn’t die, then, but each time I remember it again they are at risk of being murdered
That time I ate way too much cubensis and was molecularly taken apart and put together again by the void, that was fun.
Ah, yes. I can't say I had such a transcendental experience... still I remember watching a small animal, like a field mouse -but bearing wings, that was sipping from my beer using a long trunk reaching down to the heavenly liquid.
When my son had scarlet fever.
I grew up in St Catharines Ontario, home of Karla Homolka and Paul Bernardo the serial killing couple who abducted, raped and killed teenaged girls, including her 12 year old sister, for a while in the 90s. It was EVERYTHING in my world for a long while. I was extraordinarily fanatically careful about where I went from then on, never travelling anywhere alone, etc. Bernardo also raped a great many women at bus stops before escalating to murder.
And one night I hit my twenties and said fuck it and decided to walk home from the bar we were doing karaoke at, and isn't there a man with a car idling at the top of the small hill I was climbing waiting for me for what seemed like hours. It was plain he intended to take me, and I think it was only the stark terror on my face that made it clear I'd be a very unwilling victim and fight back and that I was sober as a judge. He told me he was just going to offer me a ride, and I said no, saucer eyed, and he paused for a minute and then said "sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" and drove off.
A sudden, relatively small ice patch on a curvy mountain road with no road barrier and a car coming towards me. I swirled towards abyss, then a rock wall, then back to the abyss, and the other car somehow passed me too. Thankfully neither me nor the others were hurt.
My dog and I got attacked by a sausage pitbull a couple days ago for the second time (same dog). I was able to defuse the situation without any major injuries to either dog, and just some scuffs from rolling around on the ground. It was still terrifying and he ambushed us.
When I was younger, maybe 8-10, I was at the beach with my family. I had always been a strong swimmer, we went to this beach fairly often, there were plenty of people around, and always had lifeguards on duty. It wasn't stormy or bad weather at all.
I was swimming on my own when I got stuck in the undertow of the waves. I remember getting pulled back about 6 feet underwater before I was able to surface again. By that point, I was hit by the next wave, knocking me over and back into the undertow. This repeated for what felt like an hour but was probably only around 5 minutes, maybe 10. I was anxiously looking for lifeguards and trying to signal for help anytime I was on the surface, but no one ever noticed me.
My grandmother had taught me what to do if I ever got stuck in the waves, though, and instead of trying to fight the current I just started riding it and swimming parallel to the shore. I eventually got back to the beach and walked back to my family, and I remember it being so much longer to get back that seemed reasonable.
I was sure I was going to drown, getting sucked out and down under the ocean.
