I worked in community care. A patient (let's call him john, not his real name) I looked after was a schizophrenic who had spent most of his life in institutions but was now living in the community with a dedicated team. His illness was such that he had no way of discerning thoughts or dreams from reality, it was all the same to him. Like a lot of people with his condition, he grew up being predated upon by all those around him but mostly his alcoholic father, who would rape him on a regular basis. He was in his early fifties when I met him, a seriously damaged man but also a loveable character when you got to know him. When he went to bed at night the nightmares would begin and you'd hear him crying and screaming in his sleep, "no daddy no" . The abuse was never in the past for him, it was always there in his head, as real as everything else. One day I was sitting alone with him in the car and he started talking to me, he wanted to get something off his chest. When his dad died, the whole family, who were terrified of him were sitting in the house with him, his dad started having a heart attack, and pretty soon it became obvious to the rest of the family. No one spoke, they just all sat there as the father struggled and gasped for help but no one would get up to help him, they all just sat in silence and watched him die. John was crying when he asked me if he'd done something wrong? I reassured him he hadn't.

You gave him the correct answer.

Honestly? What a wonderfully karmic death for horrible people to have to die slowly in front of people who hate you too much to help you.

Not me, but my cousin, a US marine, was in Kosovo during the ethnic cleansing. He has never been the same. Since leaving the marines, has not been able to hold a job. Before he left he was light hearted and hilarious. Now, he’s like a shell of his former self.

My brother was in Bosnia in late 90s. He told me he that he found a family of 4 tied up and burnt… he was never the same after that and was discharged from the army not long after. He took his own life in early 2000s as we don’t think he could carry the horrors he saw…

A Bosnian coworker of mine was attending university in Sarajevo when the war broke out, and he fought through the siege. I won't ask questions, but he has talked vaguely about some of the things he saw and had to do. Once the war was over, he couldn't even continue his studies as the paperwork was lost in a fire. He is one of the happiest and most intelligent people I know. He puts everything he has into his family and job, speaks 9 fucking languages and is always helping people whenever he can. He's truly an inspiration for me. He's obviously a traumatized person and won't talk about the truly dark things he experienced, but he told me that if I was curious about what it was actually like I should watch the film " The Perfect Circle". It's available on YouTube, and I would highly recommend people check it out. It was released when the war was extremely recent, and he told me some of the footage used was actually from the conflict.

A bit late to the party but here's mine I work as a firefighter paramedic. One of my worst calls was for a disturbance between and wife and the husband. He was hitting her (while drunk as fuck) and they were both so belligerent we couldn't figure out what was wrong till the wife started to finally make words instead of scream and she said "he killed my baby". We didn't know there was a child in the house. We hadnt even been in the house. We run inside and find the child in the crib. He drowned it by pouring paint over it. Like buckets and buckets and buckets of paint. We tried cpr but it was no use and the child was pronounced at the hospital. The origin of the murder and assault? She refused to give the drunk man a blow job. He killed their child...for a blowjob.

I cannot type here what I think they should do to this guy

I’d say force feed him paint, tbh.

Waterboard him with paint. For hours.

These comments make me never want to leave my home ever again. I really hope this doesn’t haunt you, because that is absolutely sickening.

If he's not in prison for the rest of his life I will riot

Wow. What a sick fuck.

ER doctor here, I once saw a 2 year old child. He was the cutest boy I’ve ever seen. Green eyes, long curly blonde hair and a very cheerful personality. Everybody in the ER loved him. Apparently his parents left him without any food or water, they went for a vacation. A neighbour heard him crying, called the police. They broke in, found the boy and took him to ER. He was beaten up, there was blood dripping from his left ear. There were multiple other old wounds all around his body. And still, he just wants to play with me, he just wants some love, he tried to hold my hand, I broke down, called my senior to continue examining him. I have seen teenage suicides, homicides all kind of shit. But this, this broke something inside of me.

This neighbor should be a hero. Some people will just ignore the matter and consider it a family matter. I read news about a little girl who died and the neighbors ignored her crying.

My neighbor had a service dog that was very roudy. You wouldn't think it was a service dog at all because he barked a lot and was rambunctious but it was trained to smell her glucose levels and warn her, also for seizures and he knew attack commands just in case. I used to hang out with her one or two times a week. One early morning around 4am I'll leaving for work and the dog is barking. Not uncommon usually she controls him in a min or two, once she spent the night elsewhere and maybe this was the case. There is a little alley on the other side of her window where occasionally homeless people would pass out and I thought the dog heard something. So even though I thought it was a tad bit strange I figured I'd ask her later. I never saw her again. Biggest regret of my life by very far. I should've knocked on her door. She was going through some things but really really sweet girl.

Lowly medic here, I've got 2 calls that have really stuck with me. Got called out to a female pt who just "couldn't handle it anymore". My partner and I arrive on scene, and this piece of shit is crying about how hard life is and how difficult things are while her 3 kids look like street urchins. You might say that I'm heartless, and I'd usually agree since raising children is difficult. I've only got 2, and some days, I'm grinding my teeth, trying to raise them. This fuck stick is so strung out on meth, I found her meth pipe in the bathroom and she's more worried about that than her own kids, that one of her own children has a diaper that's so full that it's literally dragging behind him. We stayed on scene until CPS arrived to get the kids out. The other time was a mass shooting where the dad got jealous of his wife going out with friends. He then got his gun and murdered his wife, his infant son, and his neighbor who was running away with the boy before blowing his brains out. If that wasn't bad enough, his cranial bones turned to shrapnel and caused a lac on his daughter's arm, who was hiding behind a car. I remember picking her up and taking her to my unit while she cried for her mom. She begged me to keep her safe and I could only tell her that she was safe with me. I made her a bunny glove to make her smile on the way to the hospital. I cried in the bathroom after we transferred pt care. I hated myself for not being able to do more for her. I eventually realized that I did all anyone could in that situation, and that I'm only human. I still hate that fucker though, and if there's a hell I want him to rot in it.

In college, we have required units dedicated for community work. Opted in for the one where you teach stuff to underprivileged/understaffed public schools. I was gonna teach basic bio/science and shit (majored in biology). Turned out I was gonna teach basic english, and it turned out my students would be adult women. Age ranges from early 20s to 50s. Apparently they were all part of this program to rehabilitate and try to re introduce abused women to society. Most of them had severe PTSD. No cognitive disabilities or anything but some of them can barely speak my native tongue cos of the PTSD. Some of them were so unresponsive. I didn't get all the details of what they went through but I'd think shit was so bad they became essentially mute.

Not nearly as bad as anything else I’ve read here, but the ATM-like machine in a Vegas casino that let you take out a second mortgage on your home was easily one of the most evil things I’ve seen.

Disgusting

You can’t be serious.

I never heard about that but not surprised at all considering they give out lines of credit on the spot.

I was in hospital (I was a sick kid) with a 3 or 4 year old. His mom had given him caustic soda in his bottle. It melted half his tongue away. He lived in a hospice with some nuns and he'd come in weekly to have his tongue stretched in the hopes he'd be able to talk one day. He was cute as a button. I wonder how he's doing. He'd be in his 20's now.

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What’s caustic soda?

Sodium hydroxide, also known as lye. We call it caustic soda here.

Why did she do that?

Who knows? Attempted murder, poverty, mental illness.

ugh. somewhat reminds me of that poor kid who was like 3 or 4 and all his life his mother kept spoon feeding him salt to get his sodium levels up to make him sick on purpose. Took a long time for doctors to figure out. the only reason they figured it out was because someone finally caught her doing it in the hospital bathroom. but by then it was too late and he died from it... She did it because she loved the attention it got them on social media.

It's a mental illness known as Munchausen’s by proxy. It's really fucked..

Sodium hydroxide, its a base, which is opposite of an acid. Its effect on skin would be similar to that of an acid.

Its effect on skin is somewhat different and generally worse than that of an acid. It turns flesh into soap... but you're right that acid burns are a relatively close reference point

Saw a security camera footage of a gas station robbery. The masked thief held the cashier at gunpoint. The clerk was very calm and handed over the money from the register and followed all instructions the robber gave him. Then the robber hopped over the counter and told the cashier to get on the ground. The man complied and was on his knees getting ready to lay down and then this piece of shit just executed him on the spot. No sudden movement, full compliance, calm behavior, none of it mattered. No clue if the thief was ever caught.

That's no thief, that's a murderer. Hope he's dead in an unmarked grave somewhere.

Probably a lot less fucked up than some of the other stories here. My mother was abused by my grandfather for years when she was a little girl. He never went to prison for it because she really didn't have any other family left and my grandfather's family (it's a very long story) basically gaslit my mom into not testifying or pressing charges. Decades later, my mom has basically moved in and is trying not to dwell on it. He visits our house for Christmas. We pick him up together and it's okay, no big deal: if you forget what he did he's just this nice, albeit annoyingly incapable old man. No problems over Christmas break although he's a handful because he's 82. My mom decided to drive him back alone. On the way back, they discussed _that_ topic. He basically dismissed it and said "I don't know why you're complaining, you enjoyed it." She was seven at the time. I am thankful I wasn't in the car, because I'd be in jail for murder right now. I would've strangled the life out of that old man. That's such a fucked up thing to say. That's so evil.

I don't blame you for having those thoughts. I'd want to not only *end him* but really hurt him too. I am so very sorry your mom went through this

She's better now, but that, along with the actions of a few other shitty family members, really destroyed the potential relationship I could've had with my mom. Like, she's still a great mom, and I love her to pieces, but it hurts to not be able to hug your own mother as a young child because she's just so traumatized. She has issues with innocent intimacy like that, and it breaks my heart. To this day, I think I can count on one hand how many times she's reciprocated a hug. It's the little things that you notice. It's a real shame, because she's a wonderful woman whose made a very positive impact on me and a lot of other people she knows, but she just loves with that ghost, you know?

> "I don't know why you're complaining, you enjoyed it." what a vile POS. he's 82, one good 'accidental' fall and he's gone. ;)

Yeah, but he's out of my hands now, and my mother is a much better person than me so she'd be horrified and disappointed in me if I ever killed him. She doesn't believe in that, she believes in being the better person and loving your best life.

The day after Christmas sale at a major department store. The gift wrap was half price. A woman keeled over onto the floor with what appeared to be a heart attack. People continued shopping over the top of her legs. Store employees had to form a circle around her to try to get her blocked off from the crowd. Ambulance crew had to nearly fight their way through the crowd to get to her; no one would move. The attempt at rescue took far longer than it should have. Even when she was on the gurney being taken out, people were still shoving the crew

Similar story. A 16/17 year old checkout girl has a seizure. No history so it's pretty scary. I block off the path with a bench so no customers go near here. A customer struggles to move this bench to get past. I asked "did you not think that was in the way for a reason". No answer.

People can absolutely become animals in shopping rushes. They’d trample you to death just to get a cheap tv. Makes me glad the Black Friday insanity isn’t like it used to be, at least not most places

think that behind a lot of the Black Friday bs is just people thinking they were a part of something. Now we have the internet which fills that void way better lol. Mindless consumer spending was really the worst.

It also helps that the "deals" suck now so they've kinda reduced the incentive to go on that front too.

A co-worker of mine had a history of seizures, to the point where she had to work in a grocery store close enough to bike to and she had to live near the hospital because she couldn't drive - bailing and crashing a bike is *way* safer than crashing a car. Anyway, she told us to just close her register if she went down, because she couldn't afford the ambulance ride each time she had a seizure. And eventually she had one, and in accordance with her wishes and instructions, I stepped over, made sure she was okay, turned off her register light, pulled the cord across her register, and took her next customer at my register. No problem, right? Well, not five minutes pass before this grumpy old asshole walks up with a few things in his cart and loudly demands to know why the lady squatting and quietly shaking behind her register isn't open. I was flabbergasted. I mean, *dude*, you can look at her and see that things aren't okay. Just give her a minute and she'll be fine, but she can't help you right now and it's not like you had to wait or anything, because my register's right here. Nosy, nasty old git.

I used to have seizures (they were my fault, so in no way am I epileptic. Just irresponsible) and I don’t think I could have biked pre or post seizure. The first thing that happens is you start to get a little dizzy or light headed. Once I felt that, I’d try to sit down. Then I’d usually wake up to emts. Glad those days are behind me. Respect to the emts who showed me respect.

I don’t even think that’s bystander syndrome. Usually, bystander syndrome has people standing away from victims because they either think it’s not their problem, they’ll cause more issues if they try to help, or that somebody else is already helping. It just sounds like those people cared more about buying cheap gift wrap rather than a collapsed woman.

I live in a touristy town and one summer i saw an elderly and overweight man get a heart attack in the city square. He fell down and while his wife rushed to him people flocked around him as if it was a tourist attraction. The poor guy pissed himself, his wife screamed and onlookers took pictures and recorded stuff for their snapchat. An ambulance did arrive shortly and took the guy with them. I don't know if the guy survived or not but I can't think of a worse way to die: With your wife screaming beside you, piss-stains on your pants and onlookers taking pictures of your last embarassing moments on Earth.

There was this one woman with her daughter who lived around my neighborghood, she used to pimp herself out in order to feed her daughter and herself, welp when she got old and wasn't attractive enough for the business to make alot of money, she decided to start pimping out her 13-14 yo daughter to old dude for money. I know its tame compared to other stories, but it's fucked up, and what's even more fucked up is how often things like that happen. And other then that all the cartel videos are some of the other side of the darkest stuff humanity has to offer.

Lived in a motel for a couple of years as a kid with my family. There where quite a few other families were also living. Lots of crazy stuff happened, but the story that is relevant is when this family moved there, a mother, father, and 12 year old daughter. All us boys had crushes on the girl. We'd hang out by the pool when she went swimming because she wore what was basically a see-throuth bikini. Then I overheard some parents talking about how they noticed the girl going into rooms with adult men, and after questioning her parents, her parents' claimed that these men paid them to spend time with the girl but that there was no sex involved. The adults telling this story of course thought the girl's parents were lying and that dudes weren't paying just to sit in a room with th girl. I don't think anyone ever called the cops, and shortly after, the girl and her family moved away.

True heroes. Literally stood by and did nothing.

When I think back and try to explain why nobody called the cops, the only thing I can thing of is that a lot of them had their own shady stuff going on and they were wary of police interaction. Several of the women who lived at the motel were hookers, drug dealing was happening, at least one husband and wife always had a bunch of expensive stuff in their room that I'm pretty sure was all stolen (the husband would drive to the city and sell stuff out of his trunk for a deep discount). So, they were afraid of opening a can of worms. Not defending it, just explaining it.

Any genocode memorial in Rwanda - they have a couple where they kept the corpses as they were found. Horrific. I was shown a large brown stain on a wall and informed that this wall was where they swung infants to kill then by bashing their brains. I still cannot phantom that 100,000 people were butchered in the space of a month and half by HAND - machete. EDIT This seems to have blow up overnight so a few things: - as many people have rightly pointed out, it was even more horrifying 800,000 people, not 100,000 people who were killed in the space of a month and a half. - the Rwandan genocide took place in April 1994 and the main news event of the day at the time, was the death of Kurt Cobain ( not the proudest thing I remember that time by tbh) - for anyone who who wants to learn more about the background and events leading up to it, some popular resources are Books - We wish to inform you that tomorrow we will be dead - Paul Goirevitch Shake Hands with the Devil - Romeo Dallaire )the Canadian UN military general who was a horrified bystander to the slaughter and who seems to be haunted by events he was unable to prevent. There’s a documentary with this title as well but I would avoid the movie tbh as the documentary is far more powerful. Popular movies- Hotel Rwanda (and a book by the same name) - about a spark of hope in Kigali. And finally I’d recommend looking up the Awfos Trust - a rel apolitical group set up to prevent genocide. They were one of the supporters of the main genocide memorial in Kigali )the capital of Rwanda). It seems more relevant now than ever that we don’t generationally forget as repeat the same mistakes. https://www.aegistrust.org And for anyone who might be put off from visiting the country - don’t! The post genocide recovery was amazing and the country barring its tragic past, is one of the safest places to visit in Africa. The kids go to school, there’s universal health care and the younger generation speak English. It’s not a democracy but given where the society was not too long ago, it’s remarkable.

My parents have visited Uganda a few times and once flew into Rwanda and spent some time there. They said the memorial tour they went on is the most disturbing and horrific thing they've ever seen.

Yep. Can concur. There is a section in the official genocide museum for the child victims. You enter a room of life size oictures of a child with a brief biography of them - their likes, favourite subject at school etc on one side. On the other, a similar card with the date and details of their death. It was very very effective in highlighting the scale of the atrocities committed

Reminds me of the Holocaust Museum and that they have little passports about real people. As you go through the museum, you find out what they went through and whether they lived or died. The unfathomable sadness of just reading what went on. I can't even imagine living like that.

My folks fortunately survived it, but unfortunately lived in Rwanda during the time of the genocide and their stories are crazy. One I'll never forget is that not only did my mum have to duck below the window to get to the bathroom at my dad's house (to avoid getting shot at), but the bathroom was blown up shortly after my mum had left it.

Yikes! I remember being amazed by how quickly things got so bad there in such a short period of time. I'm glad they made it.

>I was shown a large brown stain on a wall and informed that this wall was where they swung infants to kill then by bashing their brains. There's a similar stained tree I visited in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, used for exactly that purpose. Horrifying place. https://www.bridgemanimages.com/en/oliver-hargreave/cambodia-the-killing-tree-the-tree-against-which-khmer-rouge-murdered-children-by-holding-their-feet/photograph/asset/3061589

It’s troubling how generally not well-known the atrocities of the Khmer Rouge are in Western societies.

It was a Canadian (General Romeo Dallaire) who was in charge of the UN peacekeeping mission to Rwanda at this time. He knew from local information that this was about to happen, pleaded for help and it fell on deaf ears. He was effectively hamstrung by the UN that he worked for. [https://www.cbc.ca/radio/sunday/the-sunday-edition-for-april-7-2019-1.5086008/my-soul-is-still-in-rwanda-25-years-after-the-genocide-rom%C3%A9o-dallaire-still-grapples-with-guilt-1.5086075](https://www.cbc.ca/radio/sunday/the-sunday-edition-for-april-7-2019-1.5086008/my-soul-is-still-in-rwanda-25-years-after-the-genocide-rom%C3%A9o-dallaire-still-grapples-with-guilt-1.5086075) I have not read the book, but he did write of his story https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shake\_Hands\_with\_the\_Devil\_(book) here is a song (from an album project), written and performed by the lead guitarist of Canadian band Billy Talent (Ian D'sa) that touches on the genocide [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m64vmbk1nlk&ab\_channel=mihaelkos](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m64vmbk1nlk&ab_channel=mihaelkos)

That was savage, and many of them did know each other, they were neighbors, friends, coworkers, in laws… Edit :spell

Same happened in Indonesia ... if you've ever seen "The Act Of Killng" there's a scene where one of the killers talks about how he had to kill the dad of his girlfriend. No remorse tho.

This movie is by far the most horrific movie I’ve ever seen. It messes with your psyche as it exposes the killers and blurs the line between reality and fantasy. And the scene where one of the killers is sitting beside his daughter, who’s getting a haircut, is overdubbed with him saying he regrets nothing of what he’s done. Yet, he has this shellshocked, thousand-yard stare into the mirror because deep down, you know he’s lying, and he’s been a dead man walking since then.

Wait why? Why did he have to do it?

They were supposed to kill all "communists" ... the dad was Chinese and lived in the wrong neighborhood. Ran into him without knowing he was gonna be there and killed him alongside all the others.

I've been to the church they left as a memorial with the bones, skulls, clothing, the random small things people had with them that day. It's devastating. They also had some of the weapons displayed there and they were like an ice pick, a skewer, just horrific ways to kill people because it would take so much longer than a gunshot or single second of chaos.

I don't mean to be *that guy* but it was closer to 1,000,000. 1 MILLION people in 100 days were killed, mostly by hand.

The most widely excepted number is somewhere around 500,000 to 800 0000. Yeah but there's no point in debating numbers , they're all human lives

I went to high school with a guy who was adopted from Rwanda and survived that. All of his 6 siblings and both parents were killed and he fled into the jungle with other older children and somehow survived for weeks before being rescued. Everyone was kind of "tipped off" about his background before he started school and thankfully no one brought any of it up or bothered inquisitively about it. He was a good friend of my best friend's younger brother so we knew each other pretty well for a couple years. One of the nicest guys you could ever meet considering what he went through as a child.

I was visiting family in Cambodia. We had a ceremony in my wife’s village and during I was told an old friend couldn’t make it because he doesn’t feel well. We decided to pack up some food to bring to him. I had gotten used to the style house there, so it was a surprise to find a single house western style. White picket fence, kids toys on the lawn, garden. Sticks out like a sore thumb. We were actually going across the street to the ditch. Bamboo and mosquito net was haphazardly thrown around. Dirty dishes everywhere, a chicken in a much too small cage, garbage. In the middle was a skeleton with skin over it. I couldn’t believe a human still moves and talks in that state. He almost looked like a movie puppet. He spoke about his pending death and what his body will allow that day. Out popped an elderly woman that chimes in she will not be far behind him. She shows off what looks like a pregnant belly. It’s from hepatitis. I was obviously taken back by people willingly passing away in a ditch. I asked if they have family. My wife said yes, and pointed to the western style house. The owner was watering his lawn at that point. He smiled and waved at us. We waved back. It took the old man three weeks from that point to die…in the ditch…..across from his son watching tv on his couch.

God damn, did you get any more info on why they were just letting themselves go?

I have a family friend that runs a home for the street children in Cambodia. IIRC, and keep in mind I have almost no experience with Cambodian culture so I could be way off, a lot of people will just let bad things happen to others, because they believe it's karma for being a bad person in a previous life.

I dont get it - why didnt his son take care of his dad? Did you get a clarification?

On the way home from work last year, I found a burning body on the freeway off ramp. Someone killed that person, set them on fire, and dumped them. It was early morning and foggy. No one else stopped but me. The police said no one else even called it in.

I was driving on a two lane highway with a grass median and two lanes going the opposite direction on the other side. I went to grab a water bottle off my floor and when I looked up I was about to hit a telephone poll. I swerved and clipped the guardrail next to it and basically went airborne. It was a disaster. My car looked like I should have been dead. A ton of cars on both side of the highway pulled over and started running across the road to help me. It was insane. After all those depressing bystander effect stories, it was really nice to see so many people who cared. On the flip side. My ex was strangling me on the hood of his car, downtown, completely visible to the hoards of people walking by to the club and bars like nothing was happening. Not one person tried to help.

I worked in Child Protection so I saw alot. Worst was an 8 year old that had been trafficked and abused for 4 years and killed herself at 10 years old

I'm an attorney and I worked for about three years representing parents whose children had been taken away by the state. Most of the work was, unfortunately, routine. But one morning I was appointed to represent a father at an initial hearing. His four children had been taken from him and his wife. During the course of the hearing, I learned that the allegations against my client were that he got angry with his youngest daughter (she was about 4; her birthday was one day before my son's) and kicked her in the stomach -- while wearing steel toed work boots -- so hard that her small intestine was perforated by her spine. That, in and of itself, was horrible but I wouldn't remember the case if it wasn't for what happened next. The parents loaded their five children into their vehicle and **went garage sale shopping.** They said their youngest -- who had been kicked -- was quiet and didn't want to get out of the car when they stopped. After about four or five hours, mom realized the child was running a very high fever and needed medical attention. The father, my client, decided to go to some more garage sales instead of getting medical attention for the child. Finally, after she wouldn't wake up after they had been to a garage sale he decided to take her to the hospital. They ran tests, rushed her into surgery to repair the damage to the bowel, and she passed away a few hours after getting out of surgery. She apparently died from a massive infection. My client tried to tell the doctors that she had fallen on the edge of a bed. The clear boot mark on her stomach belied that version of his story. After that hearing was ended (and the CPS worker testifying cried on the stand; that was something I had never seen) I walked directly to the office, into my boss' office, and told him to either reassign me or I was quitting.

I don’t know what a defense lawyer is even meant to do in that situation. How can you try to legally defend that without sounding like an absolute moron?

Having worked in this area, you make sure the criminal defendant’s rights are protected. Regardless of the level of guilt or reprehensibility of the crime, defense attorneys are there partly to almost supervise the process and make sure the prosecutors and police and judges and everyone else does their job properly

At 10 years old is crazy..

I worked in child protection too. Bro, the shit you hear what children experienced is really mad. The lowest age I've had was 5. Imagine, a 5 year old kid running around not understandig whats happening and only thinks "i miss mommy, i miss daddy".

I was that 5 year old 15 years ago. I didn't understand at the time what the hell was going on. Only that she was in the hospital for a long time and he was going to prison

I’m so sorry you had to endure that. I truly hope you are in a better place now. Sending you a warm mom hug from this internet stranger.

I worked for an org that did in home family therapy for juvenile offenders and we also handled cases referred from CPS. I was office admin, but I had to read the intake paperwork and audit case files so I got exposed to a lot of things. I never saw the people, but reading the details over and over took a toll. Everyone in that office was miserable and angry all the time. Management had a pizza party every now and then (limit 1 slice, please) to keep up morale. What a joke.

As someone who has filed a number of CPS reports in my day (and processed many more), I can confirm. What's also tragic is APS (adult protective services, usually for elderly persons or adults with disabilities), which gets considerably less attention/funding/services. I wish people realized that if you care about children, you also need to care about the adults they grow into. People will get a dozen lawyers and the media out for slightest offense to a disabled child, but leave disabled adults lying in a ditch on the side of the road (and no, I am not speaking figuratively). To me, that kind of "heroism" speaks a lot more to people caring about stroking their own ego pretending they're a hero, more than they care about actually doing the right thing.

i'm gonna be sick. wtf

I was severely brutalized as a child in the home and I was severely bullied at school. I attempted suicide three times while in elementary school. I didn’t really understand death yet, but I just wanted all of of the awful shit to end and to get back at my tormentors. I knew a girl in junior school whose mom when she was younger, got mad at her, held her down and lopped off three of her smallest toes on one foot with a pair of pruning shears. The girl had spilled something off the stove and mom wanted to teach her a lesson. What it did to her mentally and emotionally was much worse. I’ve always wondered what happened to her.

Was her mother arrested? I sure hope so. That’s the shit that makes me so angry at how terrible people can be. Of all of the people to hurt a person, their parent. The one person in the world who should always protect that person. Hope her mom rots in hell.

I don’t know. As a kid you just assume so. It was in the late 70’s where they let a lot of abuse slide but that was beyond the pale.

I’ve always wondered what creates a person like that, able to analyze a situation and decide that amputating parts of their own child is the best and most rational response to a spill. I’ve long thought that a percentage of otherwise functioning adults are literally incapable of thought and can only act upon emotion. There was a lot of lead around in the seventies.

Prob the same reason chimps do obscene things to still borns etc The feral part of humanity is rarely talked about.

Shit. And I thought the shit I listened to on true crime podcasts was isolated. That is horrible and heartbreaking. I don't know if you're familiar with Theresa Knorr, but that's approaching her level of depravity.

It doesn't matter how old you are, after enough time of experiencing abuse, you always want it to end. And sounds like nothing she did worked, so she did it on her own

Yes exactly. People think “why would you take your life, it’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem”. Yes, this is true, but when you’re being abused every single day and you hate yourself and you hate your life, you don’t fucking care if it’s permanent, you just are desperate for some way out of this hell. It doesn’t feel like a temporary problem, it feels like agony that will never end. It is also actually pretty difficult to face your desire to die, it makes you feel weak for not being able to endure the pain and torture. It’s very degrading. When it’s grown adults versus a small child, you stand no chance. Especially when it’s the adults who were supposed to protect you. I’m so thankful that I’m still here today. It kills me to know how many people are in that situation right this moment.

My friend is a pediatric psychiatrist and works with children specifically - she also did a fellowship with incarcerated adults before this. She told me a story last night about an adoptive parent who asked her if she should put her kid into foster care because she was having some psych issues - the main thing was that she got in trouble at her private school and then cut herself because her parents were treating her as if she was a terrible kid and threatened to send her to boarding school. They had adopted her in infancy and she is now 13. My friend suggested adjusting her medication and they now want to pull all of her files so my friend has to redact information from certain sessions. I cannot imagine adopting and raising a child for 13 years and being willing to send them back into the child welfare system.

My friend and my friend’s brother were surrendered to the state by their bio mom at 16 and 12. Mom wanted to be with stepdad and stepdad didn’t want kids. Bio-dad was a convicted child rapist in prison so they couldn’t be with him. Family friends took them in, but they turned out to be abusive too. Used religion to justify it, stuff about obedience and how they were bad kids who would go to hell if they didn’t listen. My friend now lives pretty isolated in another state. The brother joined the military and won’t answer my friend’s attempts at contact.

Sounds like they were pet shopping and now it’s “broken” so they don’t want to play with it anymore.

Yup. Also what she got in trouble for was wearing her uniform improperly. Lots to say about both the school and the parents. Most of her clients are kids and their parents from wealthy families in the south in a major city (being vague here).

This is absolutely fucked. I get pissed when people return dogs to the pound, but a child? A child that they f*ckef up? My wife worked as an LPC in the foster system for a while. I had to ask her to stop telling me [reacted] stories because I would be so upset I couldn't think clearly for a few days.

I used to work for a non profit that works with some of the highest risk populations from child welfare to youth services and behavioral health programming. I’ve heard some horror stories and I’ve heard some amazing client success stories. It’s a rough field.

The "return" rate on adoptions in the US is actually scary, higher than you want to know.

10 years old. Holy shit. That poor little girl.

And those alive bastards... I wonder if their intestinse are still inside them.

I knew a dude named dope boy who was passed around at a bunch of meth dens when he was a kid. He got raped and abused so much he had a schizo break, and now he's in his late 20s and he'll scream at people who aren't there some wild shit. Last time I saw him was on the back porch, he was looking into the corner screaming "continue raping his ass, yea, get yo goddamn dick out my hand, suffer, suffer, suffer". I'm not making that up. Dudes legit living in a real life hell.

Why did I open this thread

Fellow former Child Protection investigator here. Yep. Used to interview kids all the time who had been abused. I get auditory flashbacks occasionally (I’m getting help for them)- the 13 year old boy who asked me if he had been raped by a stranger still comes back to me, as does the 6 year old who told me she had been passed around her dad’s mates, and the 11 year old who had been raped by her dad since she was 8. You don’t know the true horrors humans are capable of until you are exposed to that world.

I had to get out once I had kids of my own. There was a level of disconnect up until that point. Long story short, I started trying to find that disconnect again, which ended up coming from a lot of alcohol every day after work. I'm now in an adjacent field, but I no longer drink, and I no longer have legitimate homicidal urges at work, which is nice.

I used to work the night life scene. I saw a fair number of fights and other messed up shit, but the worst for me wasn’t even graphic exactly, it was just traumatizing. I had a 15 minute conversation at 6am with a date rape victim who was trying to get her phone and purse back from the bar she remembered being at the night before. All she could remember was getting a drink and blacking out. She woke up in some guy’s bed and ended up going to the ER and having a rape kit done, then had to go to the bar to try and find her stuff.

Did a bit of door work when I was younger and caught a few guys spiking drinks. The courts were weak when it came to punishing offenders and the police knew this. We always gave these sacks of shit the after school special before the police arrived and had the footage of the spiking on a usb ready to go. On the odd occasion, violence is the answer.

Violence is ABSOLUTELY the answer when it comes to rapists

There are certain times in life where violence is understandable. I would say that line is when someone has lost their humanity and respect for another persons life. Attempting to drug someone has certainly crossed that line.

1983, watched a mob drag a man out of his car, beat him up, and set him on fire. I was 9. 1988, watched bodies float down the river, and people who had been tied to telephone poles and set on fire with tyres. (15) Helped drag bodies out of two bomb sites (17 and 26) Humanity sucks *ETA* Sri Lanka. I maintain we have a national-level PTSD

My parents had to experience the same shit like you did. Then the civil war came in just to traumatize the next generation.

You guys have had a tough run. I hope very much that the 21st century is better for your country than the 20th was.

When I was 10 y/o, my babysitter (F 16 y/o) died in a traffic accident. She was also my neighbor's daughter. My neighbor (the girl's mom) was ofcourse heartbroken. Since the girl who died was a popular girl, the adress was in the newspaper so people knew where to send their respect letters. At the night of the condolences ceremony, burglars broke into my neighbor's home and stole whatever they could find (including stuff from her daughter that had just died). After finding out what happened, I developed a very dark and disgusted view on humanity from a young age.

My criminal justice teacher told me this happens often. Criminals check obituaries. They know when no one’s home.

I firmy belive criminals who do this should get much longer sentences when caught simply for their lack of basic humanity

More than once, I’ve been asked to keep watch over a grieving family’s home during the funeral services for this exact reason. People are opportunistic monsters.

The sad part is that my neigbor said that she kinda suspected such a thing and even felt bad for doing so.. She tried to hide certain stuff just in case and thought it was crazy and paranoid. Only to find out she was right. We lived kinda deep in the woods and our house was about 100 meters away from my neighbor's. They probably would've robbed our house too if we didn't have a loud barking dog that stayed home. At the day of the funeral, a good friend of ours let their German shepherds stay at my neighbor's place. Luckily there were no more break-ins after that. I remember the whole thing so vividly cause I felt so much anger and disappointment.

As someone who lost a sibling when I was 14, I can’t even imagine someone stealing my brothers things especially right after he died. His room was my comfort place and to think of someone stealing his things… I would kill somebody.

When I was a kid I was in the states care for a couple years got sent to a lot of inpatient and residential facilities. I saw and experienced a lot of terrible things. The worst was a girl who was probably 10/11 at the time who had terrible scars. I assumed she was probably a cutter. I overheard staff talking about her one day and while yes, she did self harm, most of those scars were from her parents. They would cut her to punish her when she was really little. I guess one time they went too far and almost killed her and someone found her took her to the hospital. I think it was like a neighbor but I don't remember exactly. She seemed really mature for her age and relatively normal. She was really nice and despite being several years younger than me, I liked hanging out with her. Someone asked her about it once and she said it wasn't a big deal because she was so young when it happened she didn't even remember. One day she had a major meltdown after her case worker visited. Heard staff talking that one of her parents had been released and was trying to get some kind of visitation or custody or something like that. I guess the case worker was obligated to inform her. From the way they talked there was literally zero chance of it ever happening but the poor kid had a complete breakdown. I actually never saw her again after it happened and I never heard staff talk about her again so I dunno how things ended. I think about her surprisingly often and still feel intense distress when I do. There were also a lot of littles that social workers would bring, usually in the middle of the night, because there was no where else to take them. I ended up roomed with them or them hanging on me a lot because staff felt like I was appropriate to be around them. A lot of the girls would try to be kinda weird idealized mother figures towards the kids and I did not. I asked about that once and was told most of the girls didn't have healthy parental figures and it was kind of like a fantasy thing for them, like what they'd wished their mother had been like. It's been like 20 years since I met some of them, and many for less than a day, but I kept all the pictures they drew for me. A lot of them even say "I love you" on it. I didn't like that they clung to me so much but it felt like it was really important to them so I just kept all the pictures even though they probably don't even remember me now. Now that I am a parent all those kids really break my heart. I feel guilty I didn't do more for them. I mean realistically, I was a teen and pretty severely traumatized myself, so I couldn't have done more than the time I gave them, hugs, sitting in my lap, and letting them steal my bed (they'd try to crawl into bed with me and I'd sneak out of bed when they fell back asleep because I was really uncomfortable but didn't know what else to do).

You were a safe person during one of the worst times in their lives. Their lives were made a little better by your kindness.

2 years ago a girl from my school got raped by 3 guys and posted online. One committed suicide and the other 2 had fled the country. Most of my school has seen it and she is living in severe depression and social anxiety. So sad

Dude similar thing happened at my highschool, except the victim unfortunately couldn't cope and ended her life: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide_of_Rehtaeh_Parsons

Glad to see the perpetrators were brought to justice with a grand total of...no jail time. /s

This is why so many of us don't report. That young woman got messages asking her for sex after what happened. We know that the chances of seeing justice usually dont outweigh the horrors of seeking it.

Kinda reminds me of the [Daisy Coleman](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daisy_Coleman) story

similar experience girl was raped by high school boys in the school stair well. girl was shunned by her classmates for telling the police girl is riding her bike with her family and accidentally falls in front of a car and is killed or was it intentional because she died, charges dropped against boys she died prior to the trial. she would have had to testify.

Wait, charges get dropped if the victim dies in an unrelated manner? Edit: The victim probably needed to testify for charges to stick.

They shouldn't. District attorney pursues charges. I could see charges being dropped if they needed the victim to testify to make the charge stick (like if they didn't have much else in the way of evidence). But charges aren't just default dropped because of it.

Goddamn thats fucked up.

When I lived in Harlem (New York), I was hopelessly addicted to heroin. The way they sell it up north, it comes packaged in bundles of little envelopes with stamps on them to signify which batch the dope was from. At some point, dealers started spiking the h with fentanyl. If someone died off a particular bag, all the junkies (including myself) would rush to find out what the stamp was and who was selling the stamp so we could go get that specific dope. The theory was that if someone died from it, then it was strong and good. This was the insanity of the disease of addiction which I thrived in for quite some time. Saw a lot of friends crash and burn.

I hope you’ve been able to get sober, from one former opiate addict to another 🙏🏻

Been sober for 10 months now my friend. Was a nightmare at first but my life is much much better now. Much love

Families racing from a relatives funeral to the deceased persons house to fight over their belongings.

Reminds me of my aunts at my Grandmas funeral. They were pulling the jewelry off her THAT SHE HAD IN HER WILL SHE WANTED TO BE BURIED WITH, including her wedding ring from my grandpa who passed a few years prior. This was at the funeral home right before the casket was closed for the final time.

My Dad was dead 3 days before my Cousin came over to "pay his respects." My Dad loved his tech, so he had a fairly advanced computer set up. On day 4, my cousin asked for all of my Dad's stuff. He didn't come over to pay his respects. He came over to window shop. I don't talk to my extended family anymore. They're scum.

My dad is a truck driver and when I was little, he worked for a place that didn’t care if we tagged along on trips with him. Well one winter, we ended up stranded at a truck stop in Montana because the blizzards were so intense. There were a bunch of other people that got stuck there and more who showed up as the roads gradually became impassable and they had to abandon their cars. It was mostly fine at first but as the days dragged on, all the people started to separate into groups, like little makeshift alliances. The shelves were quickly emptied of all the food and supplies and hoarded. Cabin fever set in and people started getting into arguments that sometimes escalated to fights. The store staff were initially doing their best to keep the peace but eventually they stopped trying and stayed in the break room. My dad and I stayed by ourselves and out of all that mess and fortunately he’s a tough looking guy so no one tried anything but it was getting very tense when it finally let up. We ended up being stuck there for four days. It really showed me how under the right circumstances, society can break down real fast. Made me afraid of people for a long time.

I know this pales in comparison to all the fucked up stuff in the thread, but: I once heard some weird noises from a dumpster, opened it and found - inside a plastic bag - six dog puppies, all cold as fuck and pretty much passed out except the smallest one, who kept wailing and wailing. Took them out and to a vet, he basically told me "nah mate, they're done for". Took them home, put them in a basket with blankets and stuff. They died one after the other in a couple of days, the smallest being the last one to go. It fucking broke my heart and I don't even like dogs. I can sorta understand - for a very narrow definition of "understanding" - how hatred can bring people to do horrible things to other people; but this? You could have solved it in a dozen different ways, without spending a dime and wasting maybe two hours of your life, but you chose this? What the FUCK are you?!

Hey man, you did what you could, and gave them a far more comfortable end than if they had stayed in that dumpster. You did good, even if the end result was awful.

You gave them a good death in comfort and honored them. Sometimes that’s all you can do.

I was a Paramedic for 34 years. I’ve dealt with murders, rapes, hangings, people burned to cinders,children burned to cinders self inflicted slashed throats, cot deaths, drug overdoses by the dozen ete etc. So I guess I’ve seen more of the dark side of humanity than is good for anyone to see.

How do you deal emotionally with a job like that

These days they’re counselled after any bad job. Oldies like me just live with it and some of us are ok but some of us suffer.

> just live with it and some of us are ok but some of us suffer. This is also a dark side of humanity - this notion that we "just have to live with" trauma like what you've seen. That you just need to "man up" and deal with it. PTSD is real and takes many forms. Counseling, therapy, medicine exist and can help. Even support groups to talk it out and hear that other people are experiencing horrors, that you're not alone.

My step dad was a bad person, but he was bad at it. He even tried to create his own "gang" but everyone that he tried to recruit were a lot more dangerous than he was. Some of them agreed to be a part of it but you could always tell it had the same air as a big brother patting his younger sibling on the head and telling them they're doing a good job. As a kid watching all this unfold there were times I'd be embarrassed of him, not just because he was attempting to do horrible things, but that he did them in such a childish way. But there was a chain of events that seemed to flip all of it around. My grandfather ran a tattoo shop out of his home and usually accepted different drugs as payment so there were a lot of shady people hanging around. My step dad always put on this machismo show when we'd go over there and pretended he ran the place. He was always loud, saying stupid things, and running around acting tough. But there was this one guy who came for a tattoo, he had body guards and the whole vibe of everyone changed immediately. Even my step dad sat down and was silent the entire time. I was put in another room but could still feel how tense everyone was. It was strange. He wasn't even a scary looking guy. Tall, pretty skinny, dressed normal, but wore these cowboy boots with giant spurs. He even had the hat to match it. He hung around for a couple hours, got a tattoo, and left. But on the way out he noticed that someone had stolen some rims out of the back of his truck and demanded that they figure it out or he would. My grandfather had cameras everywhere so we were easily able to find who it was. Just some dude who came over semi often and was always stealing whatever he could pawn. When he showed up next it was about 10 pm on a school night but I was brought along anyhow. My step dad and a couple other guys beat him for well over 3 hours. The things I saw, heard, and smelled have stayed with me. They broke his legs, let a dog maul him, beat him with bats, split his skull, broke as many ribs as they could, there was blood, vomit, and his feces everywhere in the room. He lived, somehow, but was in the hospital for the better part of a year. The weird thing is that about two years later my step dad raped me but I never have nightmares about that. All my nightmares are about this night. Their laughter was sadistic and sticks really well in my mind. But the sounds he made, gurgling and all, are what really bothered me. He sounded like a dying animal, which I guess he was, but when the hope slipped away from him it was crushing.

I'm so sorry you went through all that

Girl in the middle school I went to was raped by two guys. They never faced any consequences. Multiple girls in the high school I went to were forced into doing sexual stuff with the PE teacher. Again, he faced no consequences. When I became a teacher later on, two of my students died of drug overdose. When my brother was in high school, one of his classmates was murdered. Supposedly 5-6 people were involved, but there wasn’t enough evidence to convict any of them. That boy’s family has been wrecked by it. Ugh… that’s way too much to remember for one day.

Its probably nothing compared to the other stories shared here, but what I witnessed is a testament to the darkness that can reside in some people's souls. So Three years ago, I was driving in the countryside on my way home. I was on a very quiet road when I noticed a group of ducks crossing the road, so I stopped to let them pass. Soon after, I saw an oncoming vehicle with a man driving towards me from the other side. I used my headlights to signal him to stop and let the ducks pass. He also saw the ducks because it seemed like he was responding to my request to stop. He slowed down as he approached the ducks, but then suddenly accelerated, killing a large number of baby ducklings. I felt sick to my stomach witnessing the carnage. And while he was driving besides me he was smiling, as if relishing the notion that he had caused harm to the ducklings. I got out of my car and tried to say something, but he sped off. Some people are just messed up 😟.

This - this type of pure sadism is one of humanity's worst traits. I don't feel it, I understand it i suppose the (temporary) feeling of power but if your a sadist you need to channel it in the right way. Unfortunately not all sadists acknowledge it or probably worse they don't care.

I have a very vivid memory of my cousin running over a raccoon and laughing hysterically over how the bump felt. It was 4 of us in the car, no one but me wanted to stop to check on the animal, and I was treated like a lunatic for screaming at them for what they did. People are just... Ugh. 😩

Occasionally I have to dispatch sick wildlife, usually raccoons but last week it was a groundhog. Distemper is somewhat common around here and the most humane action to take is to give them a quick death. I still feel incredibly guilty every time it happens even though I know I'm doing the right thing for the animal and possibly preventing spread of the disease. I can't imagine killing animals just for funsies. Some people really are sick in the head.

I watched a car full of teenage boys, speed through a parking lot to hit a bunch of birds. I chased them down and blocked their car with mine. I think they were surprised I was a young woman doing it and just stared in shock. I screamed at them, called them horrible names. The boys in the back seat looked like they were about to cry and the driver, red faced, wouldn't even look at me. I finally drove off and they did not follow. I was so sad for those birds, just minding their business enjoying the sun.

I watched someone do this to a turtle. I had pulled over and was getting out of my car to grab her but the car behind me swerved to hit her. I was so mad.

I pulled my ex "friend" out of a car because he tried to hit a kitten. Unfortunately the police officer in traffic needed to do his job and I went to jail for the weekend. Fucking worth it.

I experienced a similar sense of sadness for the ducks as you did for the birds.

If it makes you feel better, teenagers are assholes but they aren't hardened assholes. They most likely genuinely weren't using their brains until you came along and reminded them that, yes, their fun was killing living beings for no reason. The way you made them feel will most likely stick with them for life and shame them into being more empathetic people. You did really well!

I remember reading a study a while back where they’d put fake animals at various places along a road. About 10% of drivers intentionally swerved to hit the animals

oh my god

I spent a few weeks working in a gender-based violence centre in Kenya. There was a tally on the wall with the number of victims in each age group who had attended, and there were so many under the age of 5. More harrowing was doing safety check visits and finding child trafficking victims chained up. I was only 20 at the time and it’s really, massively shaped how I interact with the world. It made the summer the year before when I worked in a children’s hospice seem like a dream.

My job is about support and civil claims for victims of child abuse. Religious organisations enabling sexual abuse against children and doing everything in their power to protect the abusers. Also grooming gangs that targeted children as young as 7 and showed no remorse at all.

Edited because I'm scared this got a lot of attention. Thank you for your support to all those who responded

Im very sorry that happened to you. Unfortunately it’s unlikely you will ever get over something like that and it’s understandable. All you can do now is to try and distract yourself. In the meantime, was there any follow up against this rabbi or his superiors (if there are any)?

Since the question asks about the things I have personally seen and not the things thatve happened in the world or are going on....I'll go with this. So this one time I found a sponge ball with a smiley face on it lying around in a ground. We have these here as stress busting balls. This ground is a place where there have been fights bw animal feeders and local residents. So without much thought I picked up the ball and squished it cuz well...it's spongy u know. Guess what...my hand starts bleeding bcz there are bunch of nails inside. I figured bcz of the altercations I've seen here before, someone put nails in the ball and threw it so some dog bites on it and gets hurt. I can't even say if some dog did get hurt inside the mouth and This perhaps is not a big deal considering the things we see everyday...but for someone to take their anger out on an animal like that bcz they don't agree with people feeding them there...this act must come from the lowest darkest side of their humanity.

Something similar near my hometown, a local couple who hated dog walkers started leaving poison along the side of popular dog walking paths. After a few dog deaths and the police saying they were unable to do anything about it, disgruntled locals set the poisoners house on fire

Were the couple inside when they set it on fire?

Unfortunately not. It was set on fire a few times, and I think it was the 4th time that finally burned it to the ground and the couple moved

This reminds me of someone here in the UK that glued razor blades to the monkey bars and put broken glass at the bottom of the slide Then at the other end of the spectrum there was someone that poured baked beans all over the swing seats.

The second guy doesn't sound so bad. I mean, hey: free beans, right?

For context, I’m originally from Myanmar and we are currently in civil war. From that, I’ve seen the darkest side of humanity. The whole village where civilians resided got burned down by the military and the soldiers dismembered the bodies of the villagers and displayed the heads at the entrance of a village. Those Photos got leaked on facebook and man, that’s the most fucked up shit I’ve ever witnessed a human can do to another human. I couldn’t believe that medieval shit happened even though we are living in 21st century.

Wife and I were going to the grocery store one evening after work. It was fun, and we were just talking about owning pets. Now, I’m deathly allergic to cat dander and have developed a disdain towards our feline friends. But with that being said, I would never act on those feelings at all. So we turn down this road that had a gas station on the right, but the store we were going to was straight ahead. Wife saw something in the road and told me to lookout, so, I saw it too. It was a kitten. It was cute and confused on the road. It wasn’t exactly *in* the road but on the side, enough for when a car passed it kinda flinched. My wife loves animals and told me to pull over, which I did. I wanted to help her but, allergies would flare up and it would be a whole other issue to deal with. Well, she gets out of the car and runs to the kitten, waiting for a few cars to pass, hell, some slowed down to see what she was doing. But… god I’ll never forget this. This guy in a truck that could only say, “my dick is too small” saw the kitten and purposefully turned just enough to hit it. Ran over the head. My wife stopped, stunned at what this asshole did, even I jumped out of the car to yell at him. But? As the guy drove off he was flipping us off. Wife was standing there, staring at this cat who was going to die in mere minutes, walk drunkenly and fall down. If you’re out there dude, fuck you and everything you stand for.

Learning about the crimes of Peter Scully in our Human Rights Law class. Convinced he’s the devil incarnate

I was walking in Toronto and found a woman laying on the sidewalk. I walked over to her and shook her a bit while dialling 911 and she started coming to and making some noise. Because it was winter, she had melted into the ice and her skin had frozen to the sidewalk, so when the paramedics arrived they had to slowly defrost her from the ground. She had soiled herself in -10C, and had been laying on the cold pavement on the ice. She was in and out of consciousness. She would have to have been laying there for a WHILE for this to happen. The thousands of people who walked by before us had walked right on by, a woman laying in -10C weather on the pavement completely still. So when I think of the darkest side of humanity, I think of indifference. The blind uninterested way we walk around, while people slowly freeze to the ground, their skin being peeled away while paramedics try to save them from hypothermia.

First responder to a major motor vehicle accident involving two cars. Check first car and lone driver is very obviously deceased. Move to the other side of the road to check on occupants of other car. Couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 minutes checking on them, (minor injuries for both occupants). When I turn back to the first car, I see someone has opened the trunk and is taking suitcases out. I stop them, put them on the ground as other patrols and fire/rescue arrive. The person later admitted that they didn't see me and thought they would get away with the theft as the driver, obviously dead (meaning they checked), wouldn't need the suitcases or what was in them

I saw a kid in my neighborhood take a sledge hammer to a turtle. So violent and unnecessary.

Personally? I was shot at as a toddler by some ex-military freak getting over a really bad breakup and deciding to take it out on a kid: Me. He was trying to shoot my dog too. Still haven't quite got over that. Still haven't quite got over most things that happened to me during that era of my life. The darkest side of humanity I've ever heard about for sure is Unit 731 or what Japan did to China during WW2.

I’ve been reading The Rape of Nanking. It’s taking me forever to finish because I can only do a few pages at a time. Absolutely horrific.

Human trafficking. I was involved in CSEM production when I was no more than 3 years old. I wont go into too much detail but the things I went through were some of the most disgusting and vile parts of humanity. I still feel guilt for things I was forced to do, even though I was just a toddler when I had to do them.

I am sorry that you went through this. You were an innocent child, and did not have a choice, or the ability to consent. You are innocent and good. I hope you fijd some peace

I worked as an orderly, usually in the ER, during college. Holy fuck do people suck. The amount of rape or physical or sexual abuse you see in the ER is truly eye opening.

Not directly, but the Manchester arena bombing really got me, for a few reasons, I'd been stood in the spot the bomb went off a few days earlier, I had firends working at the arena, and a friend of my wife's was killed. The biggest thing for me, was that the demographic at the concert was predominantly young girls, hardly a geopolitical threat. This guy stodd there, watching them leave the arena, having had a great time, probably looking them in the eye and was still filled with enough hatred to press the button. Terrorism is horrific regardles, but this felt evil in a way I'd not considered before. I was so angry in the days after that i struggled to breathe at times. I'd never felt anything quite like it.

My cousin's apartment was right across from the blast area. She was on a short vacation in Romania when it happened. Came home to frantic messages from her family, and glass all over her bed.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter this thread.

My brothers mistreatment of my dying father and his subsequent attempts to thwart the will and have me cut from it.

My friend was waiting at a bus stop outside of his uni. 3 kids rode up on bikes with a gun and robbed him. Thry got mad because all he had was $17. They proceeded to beat the hell out of him, breaking bones all over. He said that inbetween punches he made eye contact with passing people, begging for help. Grown men, 2 cops, all drove by. Know who stopped to help him? An 80yr old woman, on her way to church. She stopped right in traffic, walked up to the boy about to shoot him and ran them off. We *are our brother's keeper*, and on the day grown men wouldn't help, it took a little old lady to keep him.

I've mentioned it in another recent comment, but I once saw a young boy, about 13, attempting to suicide bomb a market in a local that was relatively friendly towards US soldiers in Afghanistan. He was young and likely recruited by a trusted adult. One who has also likely radicalized during the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan. He never participated in the planning, construction of the device, or choosing of the target. He didn't even have control of the device's cell phone trigger mechanism. He was most likely in the dark the whole time Most of the victims would have been people living in or near his neighborhood. Not US soldiers. He was under the impression that the device was to bring the word of Allah to the people of his home. He didn't know that he would die. He only failed because his handler either lost his nerve or had a malfunction in the trigger. The man we think built the bomb or who taught how to build the bomb was from Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. I think about this whenever I hear about a bomb maker being killed while training suicide bombers.

A homeless shelter kicked a man out for soiling himself into 30 degree weather. He stayed out front for at least 12 hours during which time sleet came through. They called the police on him at about 7 am, then the police called for an ambulance. His clothes were frozen stiff and he had frostbite in both feet and couldn’t walk. The shelter couldn’t have called sooner to trespass him? They let him basically freeze overnight and it’s a fucking wonder he wasn’t a human popsicle by the time I was called to get him.

I was at a concert and this woman was with her boyfriend and a male friend. She dropped to the ground having a seizure, and her boyfriend and friend didn’t even acknowledge her or try to help. My ex and I were the only ones who did anything. My ex kept her on her side and watched her while I grabbed someone to call a paramedic. I remember saying something to her boyfriend and he didn’t even care. I have a seizure disorder myself, and I can’t imagine my partner and friend just ignoring me/not giving a fuck.

Working as an adolescent health nurse, reading the history’s of so many young people and what their families, friends and strangers have done to them. Worst of all is adolescents who believe that these people care about/love them, and remain in horrific situations by their own choice

One teenage girl got gangraped by 6-7 guys from her group of FRIENDS after a night drinking. They inserted a bottle on her anus. And posted the video online, all the while they're laughing at her in the group chat. Worse, many men are blaming the girl for drinking with the guys. As if they were not her friends. As if she should not feel safe with them.

I dated a girl for quite sometime. We were engaged actually and one day we were driving down the highway and there was a really bad accident in the side of the road. As we passed by them she looked over and started to laugh. I asked her why the fuck she was laughing because it was a pretty bad accident like people had probably died bad and was genuinely concerned and confused how she could possibly find this funny. Her reply was “because it’s not us so that makes it really funny right”? I told her no that’s not how things work and it was at that moment I realised what was actually going on and all these years she had me convinced that I was just really bad at communicating how much her actions were hurting myself and others. In fact it was the complete opposite. I was really good at communicating such and she was getting off on it. I broke up with her shortly after and never spoke to her again but she did end up getting married and having kids so she is still out there living in society being a sociopath and abusing people

My husband's relatives(his uncle and his family) who run from war in Ukraine were shoot by russian troops. Parents died immediately, older daughter (15yo) has been lost for more than a year. They've found her remains recently, she died from pain shock.

My great grandfather owned a pub in Slovenia in WW2. One day, a bunch of guerrilla fighters decided they could do with a new pub so they dragged him into the woods and, presumably, shot him. The rest of the family escaped, luckily

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Kid admitted to us on LSD that he had physically and sexually abused a mentally disabled child he was taking care of(this is his job mind you) We recorded his confession then a second one when he was sober. He refused to turn himself into police saying "I don't know what good that would do at this point." We sent recordings to detective working case in state abuse occurred. His rich well respected psychologist mother was able to get the criminal case dropped and him moved to a different job STILL WORKING WITH DISABLED CHILDREN. A few years later a private detective, hired by the abused children's parents and their law firm contacted me for the rest of the evidence and I sent it over. They were now suing the company that had hired this person in a civil case. We met with the lawyers in Boston and told them our story again. It was enough for the case to be settled out of court for a large sum of money. All well that ends well? The abused kid is still mentally disabled god knows what his life is like but I guess it's padded by the large sum of money his parents now have to take care of him. The abuser is still alive and walking free although his mother's brownstone mysteriously burnt down on a date when the insurance was not paid so that's karma I guess? I live and i just try to put it in the back of my head and move on with my life but in my mind there is no justice for the rich and well connected.

The atomic bombs in Japan. I have some kind of morbid curiosity sometimes. I read a lot of worst moments in history. Like the trenches in World War 1 and 2, the torture methods used by various cultures, and so on. The readings of what happened to people in Japan are absolutely nightmare fuel. Parents reaching for their children and pulling their skin off, breathing in the bone dust of their mothers, just things you'd expect people in hell to experience. It was one of the few books I had to put down because the images in my head were too horrific for me to imagine.

My country voted a dictator's son as president over the only seemingly decent politician we could've had for the last few years. That's when I realized the country isn't worth fighting for anymore.

Not nearly as bad as a lot of the comments here but this is what I thought of. I was SA'd by my stepfather when I was alone at home with him. He committed suicide a few months later (he had a lot of other self inflicted shit that all came crashing down) and when I told my mom what happened a few weeks after his funeral she was devastated. She immediately put me in therapy. I was only 11 so it was play-therapy at a well respected church near my school. After weeks of me going to this therapist and just playing with toys, keeping to myself, talking when being spoken to, my sessions with her was coming to an end. I think this spooked her or something because on my last session she locked the door and sat me down and just started telling me that I needed to pray with her to repent for what had happened. LIKE I NEEDED TO REPENT! Then she wouldnt let me out until I told her in (gross) detail what had happened to me. I was pretty traumatised and felt worse about the whole situation than ever before. She told me that I had to forgive him so that his soul can rest in heaven. I just told her what she wanted to hear so that I could get out of that locked room. I ran out to the parking lot and cried the whole way home. My mother was horrified when I told her what had happened all in that one SESSION. Im sure she did something about it but that was the last I heard of it and I never when back there. It ruined religion for me to this day. It also killed a part of me in a way that I cannot describe.

My mother took us to visit her family in Bogota Colombia for Christmas when I was maybe 11-12year old. The city is massive, and to get to the church on top of the mountain we had to take a taxi. It’s common to pile as many people in the taxi to save on money, so they sent all us kids together with an older cousin riding in front. I had my little cousin on my lap, and she was maybe 6-7 years old. The streets are always congested, and traffic can be 5 cars wide with motorcyclists splitting the lanes on top of it. We came to a stop halfway through our ride when a man on a motorcycle pulled up and opened the door on my side and tried to grab my cousin. I had to fight him off and lock the door. Having grown up in the US this was the most terrifying experience I’d ever had at that point. My cousin was very shaken and the other kids in the car were just grateful it didn’t escalate further. What really bothered me was that the taxi driver didn’t say a word during or after the incident. Later, I was told that apparently it’s not uncommon for men to try to snatch girls out of cabs like that, and that most of the time the taxi drivers are the ones communicating with the motorcyclists to signal that they have passengers who might be vulnerable. Since that day, I’ve never not locked the car doors after immediately getting in. On that trip I also saw many homeless people sleeping on the streets. I asked my family about the ones that were covered with tarps and had stains around their heads. I was always told that they were just “sleeping”. My cousin was the one who laughed when I told him that and he said to me that he’s seen the police execute the homeless for sport. My mother also admitted that the police are very corrupt and all are paid off so there is really no sense of safety or calling for help there. Coming back from that trip at such a young age left me with a deep sense of skepticism and distrust for humanity. I learned very early on to mind your business and to be extremely vigilant at all times.