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What Bad Shit Have You Done - Daily, As it Comes To You, Your Past, Lets Be Honest

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I stole my grandmothers diamond necklace when I was 15.
I didn't even know it was real gold, or had a diamond in it...I didn't even like the thing. I took it because she had caused me extreme distress at a time when I couldn't take any more, and I was angry with her.

She has disowned me for this. Hasn't spoken to me in 8 years, and actually said "good" when she found out I had cancer, and that it was more advanced than they originally thought.

I could get into all the reasons why I did it, and try to make myself sound better, but the fact is, I have always had a passive agressive tendancy, and what I did was wrong. I've been paying for it ever since...
 
She has disowned me for this. Hasn't spoken to me in 8 years, and actually said "good" when she found out I had cancer, and that it was more advanced than they originally thought.

Omg! you were 15!! you were a child... and it is only a necklace!! i don't care if it was worth a $1 or $10,000... it is an object. you are a human being and family. For her to say "good" she is a miserable old cow!!!!! I am sorry you are related to someone who would be so cruel to you!! My god i would never say that to someone. Don't let that silly thing you did when u were 15 rent any space in your head.. And as far as she is concerned...she doesn't deserve you thoughts either! what a total bitch!!

I am sorry about your illness hun.. :Hug_emoticon:
 
Thanks for saying that Missy.

I have had a lot of problems getting over that whole incident. It pretty much messed up the next few years of my life afterwards. My stepmother was so angry with me, that she wouldn't let me visit her or my father for 2 years after it happened, and in fact, the only reason I was ever allowed to resume seeing my dad was because she unexpectedly died. I was never able to resolve it with her, and had to talk to a casket to tell her how sorry I was, or try to make my excuses. I was totally torn up by her death.

Not only that, but pretty much my whole family on my dad's side still holds it against me. I wasn't invited to my brother's wedding because of it, though I did end up going anyway...They all still hold it against me, but they never understood why it happened.

I had just been through a rape trial, had to listen to the judge commend my rapist and let him off with nothing but community service for raping and torturing me for the better part of a year...
I was just diagnosed with PTSD, a couple weeks before and had totally lost my mind. I was sitting in my guidance counsillor's office with my CAS worker telling them how I was carving my legs up nightly with no recollection of having done it, and they were there to tell me my grandmother was hospitalized and had to have her leg amputated that day...I cracked when they said that to me..I just sat a laughed my head off (a totally inappropriate reaction)

Anyway, that night we went to the hospital, and it turned out they were able to save her leg. I was so completely stressed out that I dissociated and ended up stealing the necklace while I was in that state. I'm not trying to excuse what I did. It was wrong, but I have never been able to let go of it, because no one ever forgave me.

I did have a chance to apologize to my grandmother at my brother's wedding, and she wouldn't even look at me as I talked, but I did it anyway.

I was going to start a thread about this whole incident, because it still bothers me a lot. I just figured since this thread was already here that I could put it here.

I went to visit my father this week, and at one point he had left me alone in his house for about 3 hours..I used this time to do his dishes, help clean up his computer room, and hook up his computer sound system.

He got in trouble for it from his new wife though, and he told me that it was because he told her he didn't trust me to be alone in his house, that I might steal something because I would see it as my last chance because he is dying.

He still holds it against me as well. I have already told him the only thing I want is the big mirror that was a part of my mom's dresser set when I was a child...what the hell was I going to do? put it in my pocket? That would be quite the feat stealing a mirror that weighs 50lbs.
turns out i wont be getting it anyways, as he's to much of a wimp to tell his bitch of a wife that he doesn't even love, and is only with because he has no way to leave, that he wants me to have it...but back to the topic..

I was very hurt by him thinking I would purposely steal from him. I haven't taken anything that didn't belong to me since the incident with the necklace, and everyone still holds it against me 8 years later.

It doesn't seem to matter, or be apparent to anyone that I grew up into a good person, my past is always there to haunt me. No one even knows who I am as a person now.

Thanks again for your support Missy. I realize my grandmother is a cold bitter woman, who has never really loved anyone. I apologized (and truly meant it) That is all I could do.

Now I have to find a way to be okay with all the consequences of my actions.
 
Pulled the legs off of Daddy Long Legs spiders (7 or 8)

Beat up my younger sister on a number of occasions (8-9). I don't remember doing it- my sister told me years later.

Deliberately started verbal fights with my sister because it was the the only way I could articulate my anger at the time (15-16)

Came within an inch of slapping my youngest sister (once) (16)

Stole books from the public library, my school library (along with a ton of magazines), and the university library (16-20)

That's all I can think of for now.

Interesting idea, Anthony. Gruelling but at the same time rewarding in a strange way.
 
I also admit to using the largest needles, in the most painful manner I could, on the ambulance to start IVs on the extrememy nasty & abusive patients. I never withheld pain meds or proper care to anyone. I did make the EMS/ER experience miserable for a particular pediphile who was whining because his victims mom clobbered him with a bat & cracked some ribs & a broke a collarbone when she caught him raping her 10 year old daughter. I think the driver also hit as many potholes as he could find enroute, but I don't know if that was deliberate on his part or not. None the less, I was not empathetic to him in any manner. I remember looking out the rear window and seeing the back up ambulance behind us that was transporting that poor little girl because he ripped her from stem to stern. I was thinking the mom should have aimed that bat for his head as well. That's pretty cold, I know.

In all honesty, Nonabug, I probably would have done something very similar in that situation...
 
I put a knife to a kid's throat when I was 10. I was only kidding around, but it scared the shit out of both of us. He was my mom's best friend's son and he was also 10. He used to come over and play HIS video games, and he would never let me play even though he was using MY Nintendo. I was too nice, I guess, or maybe just a pushover. Anyway, he never came over to play his video games after I threatened his life.
 
And in high school I was on the cross country team, and I chased a kid up a mountainside and he got poison oak all over his body. He was the new kid and I was a senior. Our ritual was to throw the new kids in the pond which was about a mile into our workout. This kid, though, he started mouthing off to me after I threw him in the pond. We teased him some more and then he started talking like he was going to kick all our asses and I couldn't stop laughing because it was obsurd. When I challenged him on it, he took off running. I ran up to him and ran right behind him and started yelling in his ear about how I was going to kick his ass so hard if he didn't run faster, and that's when he darted for the bushes on the side of the road. He climbed to the top of that hill through thick brush and tons of poison oak, and my teammates and I stayed there and teased him from down below to make sure he didn't come down. When the bus came down the hill to pick us up and bring us back into town, this kid was still on the hillside, but we got on the bus and didn't say anything. We all looked at each other and started cracking up as the bus drove off, and I got an overwhelming sense of guilt. I yelled out to the driver "Stop the bus!" and then for the next five minutes the entire team (70 athletes) laughed and teased and watched this kid climb down the mountain and get on the bus and he was completely humiliated. He ended up getting really bad poison oak, and he quit the team immediately. A week later, I saw him at school and I wanted to apologize because I felt extremely bad. He punched me in the face. I still felt really bad, if not worse, because his punch didn't even hurt. I think this is the first time I really felt like I had power, and I just wanted to say that I was sorry.
 
I've Done This Before & I'm doing it again, taking my life & more,too Seriously!-Vent

Merely, A Vent:

I consider all of which I'm about to get' out' as 'bad sh't', and/or 'bad representation'.

In one specific scenario, an unintentional feeling bad illusion, perhaps another may not think so or understand, yet none-the-less it makes me feel bad.

Though not bad in and of itself, who would know.

I went about doing paperwork and financial business from the moment my kids went off to school. Then I came here to visit the forum, truly believing that I'd be here for only 20 or less minutes.

Within the first 5 min.'s I recognized something that needed to be corrected. A minor error on my part and another's, that I simply wanted corrected. So then, the phone call was made, our errors corrected and then there 'rose from the dead' such and intensity in conversation and discussion that my recent state of general anxieties sky-rocketed and took on much intensity in conversation, memory and resentments of wounds and feelings of helplessness and disgust from yrs. gone by.

So what then? Well, I was logged into this forum, as if active, as if even here, as if even present. Where was I? Upon the phone, engaging in highly intense triggering conversations. One in which directly linked itself to my past trauma and witness to such.

Then the phone rang, while I was already upon the phone, so I flash to that call and it invites more conversation. The topic generally being, 'How on earth do we tackle this, while tackling that, while engaging in this, while engaging in that, when owing this, but in need of more and more expenditure here, and over there, and yes, let's us not forget this and that, and she and he, .........and what if the f'n doorbell rings again?

So, there it is, still logged on as if present, and indeed every where else today, but present. So I feel as if I could pull my hair out of my head, and when I look within to see why is this all happening, the answers point back at me, ......it's my fault! I'm one dumb sh't. This now reminds me of such things heard:

"An alcoholic could screw up a wet dream." And, something along the lines of this: "It takes about six alcoholics to screw in one lightbulb." -I suspect, Nonsense! In fact, I do believe, I'd enjoy any consensual wet dreams. ...

Since, however I've heard this: "How many alcoholics does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" ..................Ans: None, they'd all rather sit in the dark! .....perhaps funny, but not so.

Nonsense and continued nonsense now brewing within and swirling around my head like a f'n halo. Just trying for some humor, as I find myself as of late challenged beyond what I believe myself capable of. And when being and feeling ever so suffocated and buried alive by life, this world, and continuous oncoming real needs, in addition to life's general expectations, I first blow-up, then melt down and sink into the mat or grounds surface.

My battle within, and round dive with Ptsd and other realities and issues combined, has got to pass again and soon, before I do something I'll regret.

Turns out I need to vent in a big way. I always did think that for me, uncomfortable feelings like frustration, irratability, even getting angry at someone for abusing me, even being in poor health or need or simply requiring a vent was bad, bad, bad, bad!

Bad me! May or may not be so, as really I don't know as I'm so, so, so confused at this time, but it certainly feels so.

Thank God, for the existence of such concepts and principles as forgiveness toward others, self-forgiveness, humility, the right to be wrong, the reality that sickness suffered inwardly and verbally tempered and expressed outwardly in non-abusive words, is not a moral issue.

Thank God for his forgiveness and those times in which I fail and have failed. Thank God, for divine mercy, bc without such presently wavering beliefs, and the continuing hope of his intervention and my work, I'm heading straight back to hell from where I'd always felt dropped, abandoned and misplaced, some yrs., and yrs., and yrs. ago.

So this is a 'bad sh't' Vent or rant or whatever, and isn't suppose to be eloquent or even make any sense whatsoever.
 
Luthien

Not only that, but pretty much my whole family on my dad's side still holds it against me. I wasn't invited to my brother's wedding because of it, though I did end up going anyway...They all still hold it against me, but they never understood why it happened.

Sometimes, i just tell myself that i must be adopted.....Then i feel better, cause it would explaine why they are the way they are...:rofl:and i imagine my real and normal family are somewhere else!!! hahaha

Try that Hun!!!! :Hug_emoticon:SMILE!!!!!
 
For me the 'bad' shit that I have done, was to repeat the cycle of abuse, and to wish and plot horrible things on others as well as myself. I really think to me those are the worst things I've done, and am really relieved to have removed some burdens from myself, so that I do not always feel such anger, and responsibility for things out of my control, and that I no longer repeat the cycle.
 
when i was 5 years old and lived on a farm i played with fire. threw some gas on 3 year old brother. he died. the lady at the va said something was wrong from the start. abused dope and booze tell 35 and then quit. then in 1995 i really screwed up and put my filipina wife in line for deportation. she's still here but in 4 years her green card needs to be renued and she'll get deported i'm afraid. the va treats me for paranoid schizophrena and PTSD. they got me on seroquel, clonazepam,temazepam and hydrocodone and now i started drinking again because i keep thinking about what i did to my wife. been married 20 years in may.
 
Hey jrgm13,

You did some bad stuff, we all have stuff we don't like about ourselves, and stuff we have done that we wish we hadn't - if we could only turn the clock back huh.

I really think you need to try to forgive yourself, and get real about working things through. And I don't know for sure or anything but if you are concerned about your wife, do you have time to try to work out what to do?

So how about getting to work on managing you and PTSD, and let go of what you can't change.

Please don't be drinking on those meds though, it wont help your wife-no matter how bad you feel about whatever it was. And I believe it will get you feeling worse and make you sick- so it wont help you either.

Keep it real if you can, and keep trying until you know you can. And then management will get you through. Take care.

Peace
~fin
 
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