Hey Pandas, When Did You Realize The World Isn’t As Kind As You Though It Was? (Closed)

When I caught my uncle raping my little sister. I broke his jaw, fore arm and 3ribs with my baseball bat. I was 9.

When I was a higschool freshman, I had a big argument with my mom. I couldn't understand how she just let me be bullied in elementary school. She said she didn't. She went to the principal looking for a solution and the principal told her: "They always find someone to pick on. It'll go away."
(Spoiler alert: It didn't. I tried reporting my bullies the school counselor once, they denied everything, I got a written warning for making stuff up. Went back to being s3xually harassed /at 12yo/, beaten and my stuff being destroyed).
More than 10 years later, the trauma is still there. My trust issues, fear of men and paranoia that everyone hates me, that stuff just doesn't seem to go away.

About 15 years ago, I was calling in a late bar for a nightcap and ended up chatting to this gorgeous, funny girl who happened to be black (I am white). We enjoyed each others company for a couple of hours and I offered to walk her to the taxi rank. So far, so good, right?

Wrong. As we left the bar a gang of approximately eight men chased me down the street until I fell. They ignored the girl, which was good at least. They gave me a really good kicking and were beating me with an extendable metal baton at one point. To add insult to injury, they stole my watch and wallet too. During the assault it became clear that a 'white boy' like me shouldn't be talking to a black girl.

Luckily, someone had called the police and they broke the gang up and probably saved my life. They drove me to the hospital where I was treated for cuts, bruises, concussion and a detached retina. They didn't arrest anyone.

Since then I rarely leave the house and my mental health has taken a nosedive. I went into that bar like an excited puppy, wagging my tail at a pretty girl, without a care in the world. That night I discovered that the world is a dangerous place and puppies get eaten for breakfast.

After I keep seeing all these shootings on the news

morning of the Ukrainian invasion. I coulnt focus in school. didng eat anything and read about it all day. received no comfort, instead, all of the people at my school made jokes and backed russia.

When Trump was elected and all the racists came out of the woodwork. And again on January 6th he attempted a coup in real time right before our eyes.

1974. That was the year the bullying at school started.

When my granma died, she was like another mom to me and it kinda broke me for a long time

Was 9 years old. Discovered my mom's boyfriend was abusive

I think it was in the sandpit, when the other kids wouldn’t play with me because I was fat and ugly. Not being dramatic or self-pitying, just answering the question.

When my husband had back surgery and had to rehab for a year and a half. It was only my income, and no one in either one of our families offered to help us financially. One person- my late MIL’s best friend- offered and paid our utility bill so we could have that current, but no one else! ☹️

In NY when my friends 8 YEAR OLD sister got food dumped on her head because she is Muslim.

i'm not going to talk about my personal life because it's very hard for me to open up about. but otherwise, it was:

- don't say gay bill
- roe vs wade
- the morning ukraine was invaded

day after my mum died my dad had her 2 cats put down...cause he hated them...

Hello Canadian here. Unsure if when this happened but got the SASKALERT like 8 in the morning. There was a shooting in my town. Can’t go out right now because he is still hiding somewhere…

Just because we (mostly) banned guns for civilians that doesn’t stop shootings.

When my second grade teacher became the leader of a group of bullies targeted against me.

When I was 8 and molested by an uncle for five years. When I was 10 and was responsibile for taking care of my 1 year old sister because mom was critically ill in the hospital and dad had to work to keep a roof over our heads. When I was 13 and molested by two other uncles. When I started working at 15 and giving the majority of my earnings to my parents to pay bills. When I was 44 and finally earned my master's degree but was unable to get a job as a nurse practitioner because of a car wreck (that was not my fault) 8 months prior that left me physically unable to work 2 years later. And I still thank God every day for blessings that I do have.

In middle school I noticed some boys saw the women as property, thinking they own me and that I’d like them for it somehow.

When I got in my wreck and they cut my insurance off and waiting on my disability so no medicine no doc visits and no money for bills. F at he government

Probably the first time I saw somebody murdered. I was too young to fully understand, but I remember the screaming, my mother trying to get to me from the other side of the auditorium, and the smell of gunpowder and blood. I knew I had to be scared and to run away whenever I saw police. But I didn't really understand why until then.