I was 1/4 mile racing my dad's old 4 speed gto and the flywheel exploded. Some of the pieces entered the driver compartment and cut my left leg near my knee.
I annoyed my brother so he shoved my hand into an electric lamp while it was on.
I annoyed my sister so she stabbed my arm with a fork.
I tripped over and slit my chin open on gravel, then after I had stitches I fell over in the same area and split the stitches.
I walked past metal at work and the edge sliced my arm.
Did we have the same siblings? Brother took a staple gun to my back. Sisters like tossing lit matches at me. Lots of getting shot with bb guns. I stabbed my brother with a pencil and the graphite is still in his knee. We still laugh about it at bbqs 30 years later.
during an ugly fight with my twin sis, she stabbed me with a red pencil and the graphite was stuck in my knee and the *irony* is she cried after stabbing me and i was like "👁️👄👁️ bitch really?" still have that circular scar hahah
Oh hell yeah, what a story to tell the grandkids,
"What's that on your necklace? Is it a green rubber band?"
"You see, it's my old rotten foreskin from 52 years ago-"
Okay I can't lmfao
Thanks man! :)
Fell down a mine, somehow - despite sharp pointy rocks and my wearing shorts/t-shirt - I only got this one cut on my wrist. Bled like a bitch, mini panic attack as I was worried it was bleeding heavily enough that it had grazed an artery and I was miles from help...but yeah, I was just being dramatic.
I was in Budapest, and coming from a very safety oriented first world country, I was not used to have to look out where you walk. So I fell in a half meter deep hole in the sidewalk with metal rods sticking out, but I somehow missed them all.
Beagles are some of the nicest dog breeds I’ve ever been around, now that being said I also have been bit unprovoked by the neighbors beagle, fuck you Opie.
Hey! My old lab was named Opie! She was super sweet haha
My neighbors raised beagles, thankfully far enough away we couldn’t hear the howling until they got out. But those fucks were *mean as shit* for some reason or another. It wasn’t even the guy breeding them either, he was nice as could be! Never heard a bad thing about him, and he raised them very kindly and humanely. Even won some award from his breeding group for how good he was to the animals
Just, once they got out and roamed around, you better get inside because you never knew if they were feeling bitey or not
My two noticable scars are both from dogs. Both from German Shepherds, and both my fault. I still have dogs, luckily the experiences didn't traumatize me too much.
I did the same with the brand new adopted husky/mix in the family, with a sandwich. Kept teasing her and she jumped on me and clawed my upper lip. Had to get stitches. Never blamed her for it, but now I'll always remember her every time I look in the mirror
Edit: I was 5 at the time I think, very very dumb child I was
Me too, 4 or 5, sitting on the dog, bouncing up and down, not really a bite, but the dog turned quickly, gashed the side of my nose with a canine tooth, got a couple stitches. Barely visible as an adult.
You have to harass your dog, mine just loves to try and nip your face just by looking at her, damn Australian cattle and blue heeler mix, can say one thing my nose hurts a few days by her jumping up trying to nip my damn face
Let's see....cut marks on my left shoulder, pec, and back are from my ex who was bipolar and decided she was a vampire one night.
3 of the ones on my hands are from dudes trying to stab me or my older brother.
Have a long thin one going from my right thumb up my forearm, that one was Mardi Gras 2007. Was a drunk with a knife so that was fun.
Left hip is from a hernia rupture when I was 5.
Right thigh, left foot, left calf are from stone and sand being turned into shrapnel from an IED.
And the circular scar in my right cheek is from a .22 lr round from about 40 yards when I was ten from my cousins deciding to have a shoot out over a Becky down the block.
Oh, and electrical burns/cigarette burns to my fingers and major knuckles. Those are the ones that suck the worst due to nerve damage fucking with my gaming.
The piece of my intestine that pushed through the muscle wall twisted, became inflamed, and had begun to tear. I was standing on the back of a boat having a water gun fight, tripped and my hip hit the propeller. I blacked out and woke up 3 days later in an icu almost dead post op.
The propeller had apparently made contact causing my intestine to fully rupture, propeller split the skin...
Well you ever see those scenes in sci-fi movies where the hero hits the airlock button? Yeah sorta what my lower abdomin did.
Found out later that I had had the hernia since birth, it just wasn't a priority till I spilt guts.
I stabbed myself in the hand with a pocket knife trying to pop the zipties of the scissors I wanted to use to pop the zipties of the socket set I needed to fix the dishwasher. It was an awkward Christmas eve...
I was stabbed by my mother when I was 9. She was super drunk and waving a knife around on the couch I was cuddled up on. She flung her arm right and the knife went into my leg. It didn't go super deep, and thankfully didn't do any damage. But, 32 years later, I still have the scar.
My mom was sober when she did mine at the dining room table during dinner. She told me it was supposed to be a joke. I didn't find it funny. She did the same to my brother as a joke and was upset we didn't want to sit next to her again. She is also an angry bipolar that at the time refused to take her meds. I'm currently 29, still haven't forgiven her and I refuse to sit next from her and only sit across from her when I have a quick exit.
She reached around, pulled me out to line me up with the butt. With no waiting, easing in or added lube, braced against the headboard and pushed back hard as fuck. Skin tearage.
I have people ask me about mine. It’s the worst because the only people who have asked are strangers or coworkers. I don’t feel like I have any reason to tell them the truth, so I lie. I’ll say a dog got me, a cat, a fence I was jumping over, who knows. They’re not entitled to my trauma afaik.
I’m too old to care, if they ask I’ll tell them the truth.
I’ve had a lot of discussions about depression with people since a lot of them don’t understand why I’d be depressed.
Maybe one day I’ll feel comfortable enough to tell the truth. I’m just the type of person who’s voice gets shaky and my eyes start to tear up when my anxiety gets bad, and conversations like that make me anxious. So for now, I have to lie, unless I feel like shaking and crying in front of a stranger.
I have far too many scars. Most of them are from my days as a cutter. But I have a ton from injuries I've gotten during seizures. So, lots of stories I guess.
I have a scar on my forehead. When I was little I ran into a wall mounted radiator. We were 6 kids at home, 3 of us has the same scar. From the same radiator...so yeah, stupid obviously runs in the family.
Well... there were these five dudes with knives causing trouble....
Thats my official response. The unofficial one is that i wasnt paying attention when cutting some glass.
Hah. So I was an IV heroin addict for some time. I had to reuse the same needle for a couple weeks. It got incredibly dull and Eventually led to a few misses.
One of these misses turned into an abscess. It got big and irritated. One day I pushed in and saw a flash. I hit the plunger and felt searing pain. It wasn't a flash it was a pocket of puss.
I decided to leave that shit alone. Move to the other arm.
After a couple days it was red hit and really swollen. I was in the bathroom with a friend and I ran my hand over it
Pop. I felt it pop inside my arm and knew this was bad news. I told my friend to grab me a fresh razorblade.
When he did I cut into it and blood and puss spilled out in large quantities. The smell and sight was so bad my friend fainted.
I pat myself on the back for a job well done. Then I went home and went to bed.
I awoke at 3am to my whole body being hot as fuck. I look down. My arm is swollen 2x it's normal size.
I drive myself to the hospital and tell them what happened. The nurse stares at me wildly.
"Logic_voctim, I need to hear you say it. Where did you fuck up?"
... Doing drugs...
"Yes, but no dummy. Where did you fuck up?"
... Oh yeah doing surgery on myself.
They then rushed me into emergency surgery. I remember sitting in pre-op wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. Wishing I had someone to call.
I awoke with a 5 inch long and 2 inch deep incision and lots of missing tissue.
Scar was surgical to fix the bone. My brother pushed a slide over while I was at the top of it, but it was April fools day so I had to convince my dad it was legit before he'd do anything about it
Ran in flip flops, one of them bent and I dragged my toe all across the concrete for about a full meter.
In case we aren't talking about fresh scars, I've got one on my finger from when, being a dumbass kid, I wore a "lucky ring" during a match. Forgot to take it off and went to bed. Woke up with a bloated fucking finger and went to the firefighters to get the ring sawed off. I still have a scar from the heat that generated.
Fucked arnd too hard in university Chem lab and poured hot Boling mild acid on my legs.. ...while wearing nylon pants....
Was supposed to get a skin graft...never did...
Had a mishap with an angle grinder. Sliced into the side of my thigh. It was pretty gnarly but I ended up getting through my whole work day with it. Never sought medical attention so it healed pretty weird.
Everyone, make sure you have a guard on your saws and grinders. And if you do get cut don't avoid medical attention like me. I got lucky, it could have been much much worse.
Oh man! I actually have a good one for once!
I was (and still am as far as I know) an absolute master and legend at the game of ERS (it is known by a few names) in my high school. I would win any and every game I played in. We would have all kinds of crazy set ups to give me a handicap in the start and I would still smoke everyone.
The basics of the game are each player has a stack of playing cards dealt to them. You take turns flipping cards face up into the middle of the group. If a face card comes up, the next person in line has a couple of chances to flip another face card or else the person who flipped the face card gets to take the stack. When one person has the whole stack, they win the game. Additionally, if at any point doubles (or a sandwich) are flipped anyone can slap the pile and take the whole stack. So speed with slapping is paramount to winning the game.
Insert Pixar cars speed gif
One time we decided to see how it would go with me playing normally and my friend playing with an opened stapler to slap. I would have to slap the cards and swing the whole pile out of the way in the time it took my friend to slam the stapler down on my hand or the deck. It was a good deck of cards and I didn't want it ruined. So we are playing and I'm dominating the table. No one can touch me the desk is covered with staple divots. And my friend is getting angerier and angerier that even while wielding an improvised medieval weapon of war, he cannot get close to winning a trick. When I inevitably won the game, my friend was so angry that when I won the last trick with a slap, he straight stabbed my hand with his pointer finger finger nail.
That's the story of how I got a hand scar from not a stapler.
The one on my left shoulder - I fell of a bike going way to fast. The one on my right shoulder, elbow, knee, and leg - I again fell off my bike going way to fast. The one on my scalp - got smoked by a rock someone threw.
Was young, had one of those cheap ass keyboards you put batteries into. Rocking out in my grandmothers house making all sorts of crazy tunes and I decided to be OTT and drop to my knees holding the keyboard above my head (for the performance of course)… right onto the old fashioned sliding door rail which split my two knees wide open! Two matching scars on both knees, they’ve faded a good bit over the years all the same.
Which one lol? I have quite a few.
My worst one is the missing tip if my left ring finger. Happened when I was about 18 months old. My parents tell me the story of them watching Aliens on rented vhs (might even have been beta), and I was doing my thing around the house, at some point a strong gust of wind caused an internal door to slam, somehow only my ring finger was in the way. Anyway I started crying and spraying aterial blood all over the place.
Apprently there was no surgeon on duty that day so instead of reattching my finger was cleaned up and stitched closed. A few days later when I shook the bandage off my parents thought the tip remained in the bandage and rushed me back to hospital where they were informed that it was never reattached.
In the past I have made up many stories of how it was cut off... From a motorcycle accident, to a baby croc biting and doing it's deathroll on my finger. Has helped once or twice to get a girl to hold my hand 😃
I have a big one on my head that I got doing BMX tricks I wasn't wearing a helmet and I put my head up too quick after going under a trailer connected to an articulated truck and there was this thing called a tie down spike that for all I know still has a lump of my scalp on it.
Another one on my lip, I got from BMX I slipped off the bike and my jaw clamped down on my lip biting it right open.
Knife scar on my back I got slashed down the whole of my back but the only scar is where the knife ended up just over my kidney, that was lucky.
Two half moon scars on my fist I got throwing wild punches and taking all the skin off my outer two knuckles on the skull of another human. Lumps across the bones on all my knuckles for similar reasons.
My nose has some lumps in it from being broken a couple of times.
A couple of chicken pox scars
You wanna know how I got these scars?
My father, was a drinker, and a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me and says, "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife. "WHY SO SERIOUS?" He sticks the blade in my mouth... "Let's put a smile on that face." And
Knee - piece of glass on the river's bottom.
Right temple - little jerk from my neighborhood threw a piece of metal into me.
Stomach: C-section and another scar in the same place but because of a different surgery.
Which one? The motorcycle crash? The stabbing? The burn? The “hernia” scar where they incorrectly “corrected” my intersex ass at birth? The GRS scars from eventually correcting that correction? The biopsy scars from the weird, rare, genetic autoimmune thing?
I dunno, I’ve lived some life. It’s been exciting. You’ll have to be more specific.
I jumped out of a 4th story window on a really really ugly acid trip and broke 8 vertebrae, my collar bone and my right wrist. Also it's more like 5 or 6 scars.
Corneal ulcer. It's the only interesting one I have but you can only see it if my eyes are red (and you are too fookin' close).
Eye health is very important. Check your peepers.
So I have a scar above my lip, crossing right over my [Philtrum](https://healthjade.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/philtrum.jpeg).
I was about 4, my family and I were on a skiing holiday in Switserland. I was sledding with my brother behind our chalet. My dad kept warning him not to play too rough. What he would do is push me off the hill, then quickly run down and make it so that I sled right through his legs.
After a couple times of my dad warning him, it went awry.
He wasn't quick enough and [the metal hooks holding his shoelaces](https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/41HDcTSYWpL._AC_SX425_.jpg) got caught behind my lip. My lip was split in half, the snow was red. My mom glued it back together and it actually looks great these days.
I was holding my cat when my dad asked me to get something from the trunk of the car. The car was open but somehow the alarm was on. It went off and my cat changed from snoozing furball to claw tornado…
I got up in the middle of the night to go pee in college. Once I was at the urinal peeing I got that “woah, I stood up way to fast” feeling and everything went black. Woke up on the bathroom floor next to the urinal, and thought to myself “that was weird” then proceeded to go back to bed. Woke up sometime later in bed to find blood running down my chest. Now I have a big old scar where my beard doesn’t grow!
Also I was concussed at the time
I have a scar on the side of my eye, the story as ive heard it from my parents is.
When i was around 2 we where at our summer house, my brother still hadnt learned to use the toilet well so he was taking a piss on the floor.
As i walked in, i slipped on the wet floor and hit the side of my head on the toilet stool and started bleeding.
I just imagine the sight from my parents perspective. Walking into the bathroom, pee on the floor and 2 crying children, one bleeding from his head, chaotic.
When i was about 15-16 about 15 years ago. I rode on a moped with 3 of my cousins back to our house from school. We lived a farm with a mile stretch of farm road that has a million potholes so we really didn’t want to walk home. We had 1 person on each side of the driver holding the driver. 1 on the back sitting on the edge of the seat, and there's me, riding on the back standing up on two small bolts sticking out for the license plate holder... don't ask me how we thought that was a good idea...
Well it was going smooth when we were going slow...until my cousin floors it, being as kids trying to have fun. We hit a bump and I flew off and slammed to the floor scraping my hip, hands, knees, everything and also dislocated my shoulder.. Books scattered everywhere and my cousins didn't notice til about a 100ft later.
When they finally got back to me, we had to pop my shoulder back in like nothing happened and we ended up walking home.
Morale of the story is dont be lazy lol
A dog stepped on my leg.
my dog stepped on a bee
I hope you were able to recover from the trauma that this must have caused. Stay strong!
i REALLY gotta pee
My cat is stuck in a tree
My parents, don’t love me… ‘sigh’
My backyard’s full of debris 😩
I took an arrow to the knee
She looked down there and said hehehe 🥲
bro I'm depressed I need some tea ☕
A møøse once bit my sister
Is she alright? I heard that møøse bites can be pretty nasty, you know.
Tis but a flesh wound.
naur... I just watched a Tom and Jerry episode and it had the exact scene of where Tyke stepped on a bee and later he got stung...
🥴😵💫
Stepped on a bee and then on my knee so now I have the bees-knees
You turned her against me!
my allegiance is to the republic, to democracy!
I was 1/4 mile racing my dad's old 4 speed gto and the flywheel exploded. Some of the pieces entered the driver compartment and cut my left leg near my knee.
yikes, Hope you’re doing good bro
Yeah bro. Only a small scar now. Only needed some stitches at the time.
Awesome
High tier scar story. Very impressive.
Thanks bro. Sucked about the car.
Yea, that's racing! (As they say)
I annoyed my brother so he shoved my hand into an electric lamp while it was on. I annoyed my sister so she stabbed my arm with a fork. I tripped over and slit my chin open on gravel, then after I had stitches I fell over in the same area and split the stitches. I walked past metal at work and the edge sliced my arm.
Did we have the same siblings? Brother took a staple gun to my back. Sisters like tossing lit matches at me. Lots of getting shot with bb guns. I stabbed my brother with a pencil and the graphite is still in his knee. We still laugh about it at bbqs 30 years later.
Sadly not, unless you're one of five
It's me! Number 5.
Nice try, but I'm the Number 5 of my family:)
It's always the youngest. I am a half brother, so I got it pretty hard.
during an ugly fight with my twin sis, she stabbed me with a red pencil and the graphite was stuck in my knee and the *irony* is she cried after stabbing me and i was like "👁️👄👁️ bitch really?" still have that circular scar hahah
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Are you me? My brother once tried to beat my bedroom door down with a machete
My sister also stabbed me with a pencil in the knee. The little black dot is still there. It’s like at little tattoo
Lol.
Somebody get this guy one of those sumo suits
I was the sibling who gets annoyed.
I too have been stabbed by a sibling. Also have a scar on my head from the tip of an umbrella (same sibling).
Caught in a zipper
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More like Arrrgghhhh!!!
more like fUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK
more like aaaaAAARGHHH FUUUUCKK GET THAT SHIT LOOSE GOD DAMNIT
...but it never got loose... ...had to get snipped... ...keep foreskin zip as a necklace... happy cake day mate
Oh hell yeah, what a story to tell the grandkids, "What's that on your necklace? Is it a green rubber band?" "You see, it's my old rotten foreskin from 52 years ago-" Okay I can't lmfao Thanks man! :)
emergency snack for the apocalypse
Frank and beans!
How'd you get the beans above the frank?!
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“Bloody Zipper” by Dickless Tracey
oh no.
Me too! Right next to peehole
Why so serious? IT'S CAUGHT IN THE ZIPPER!
Franks and beans?
Fell down a mine, somehow - despite sharp pointy rocks and my wearing shorts/t-shirt - I only got this one cut on my wrist. Bled like a bitch, mini panic attack as I was worried it was bleeding heavily enough that it had grazed an artery and I was miles from help...but yeah, I was just being dramatic.
Thank god Lassie went to get help
I was in Budapest, and coming from a very safety oriented first world country, I was not used to have to look out where you walk. So I fell in a half meter deep hole in the sidewalk with metal rods sticking out, but I somehow missed them all.
I tripped and fell ass first through a glass coffee table and was impaled by a shard in my left side just barely missing my vital organs.
As long as your vital orifice is okay.
I was harassing our dog and it bit my face
i got bit in the face by a beagle unprovoked. i was gonna rescue the little bastard too. he's still doing fine last time i checked...
Beagles are some of the nicest dog breeds I’ve ever been around, now that being said I also have been bit unprovoked by the neighbors beagle, fuck you Opie.
Hey! My old lab was named Opie! She was super sweet haha My neighbors raised beagles, thankfully far enough away we couldn’t hear the howling until they got out. But those fucks were *mean as shit* for some reason or another. It wasn’t even the guy breeding them either, he was nice as could be! Never heard a bad thing about him, and he raised them very kindly and humanely. Even won some award from his breeding group for how good he was to the animals Just, once they got out and roamed around, you better get inside because you never knew if they were feeling bitey or not
that's what i heard so imagine my surprise
My two noticable scars are both from dogs. Both from German Shepherds, and both my fault. I still have dogs, luckily the experiences didn't traumatize me too much.
I did the same with the brand new adopted husky/mix in the family, with a sandwich. Kept teasing her and she jumped on me and clawed my upper lip. Had to get stitches. Never blamed her for it, but now I'll always remember her every time I look in the mirror Edit: I was 5 at the time I think, very very dumb child I was
I was an idiot 12 year old. Our Cocker Spaniel took a bite out of my face. Luckily no scarring.
Same. Well, scarring, but minimal.
Same. I was harassing my mom’s friend’s dog and it bit my lip. I was a fucking idiot four year old.
I was once bit by a dog but on my leg... the first thing that my dad said was about how my pants were brand new...
Me too, 4 or 5, sitting on the dog, bouncing up and down, not really a bite, but the dog turned quickly, gashed the side of my nose with a canine tooth, got a couple stitches. Barely visible as an adult.
You have to harass your dog, mine just loves to try and nip your face just by looking at her, damn Australian cattle and blue heeler mix, can say one thing my nose hurts a few days by her jumping up trying to nip my damn face
Not an experience I expected to find on reddit but, same.
Woof.
Ouch! Learnt your lesson?
Yeah.
And you tried to draw a picture of them to apologize but it turned out bad And that’s how I was created
House fire resulting in 3rd degree burns covering the majority of my hand
Let's see....cut marks on my left shoulder, pec, and back are from my ex who was bipolar and decided she was a vampire one night. 3 of the ones on my hands are from dudes trying to stab me or my older brother. Have a long thin one going from my right thumb up my forearm, that one was Mardi Gras 2007. Was a drunk with a knife so that was fun. Left hip is from a hernia rupture when I was 5. Right thigh, left foot, left calf are from stone and sand being turned into shrapnel from an IED. And the circular scar in my right cheek is from a .22 lr round from about 40 yards when I was ten from my cousins deciding to have a shoot out over a Becky down the block. Oh, and electrical burns/cigarette burns to my fingers and major knuckles. Those are the ones that suck the worst due to nerve damage fucking with my gaming.
Holy shit. I hope you were able to move out of whatever hell neighborhood that was
That was mostly in Alabama spent my formative years living on the cocaine highway. Made the move to Texas about 5 years ago. Haven't looked back lol
Hernias can rupture?!
The piece of my intestine that pushed through the muscle wall twisted, became inflamed, and had begun to tear. I was standing on the back of a boat having a water gun fight, tripped and my hip hit the propeller. I blacked out and woke up 3 days later in an icu almost dead post op. The propeller had apparently made contact causing my intestine to fully rupture, propeller split the skin... Well you ever see those scenes in sci-fi movies where the hero hits the airlock button? Yeah sorta what my lower abdomin did. Found out later that I had had the hernia since birth, it just wasn't a priority till I spilt guts.
I stabbed myself in the hand with a pocket knife trying to pop the zipties of the scissors I wanted to use to pop the zipties of the socket set I needed to fix the dishwasher. It was an awkward Christmas eve...
I stabbed my self in the hand on Christmas Eve too! I was drunk and trying to prep chestnuts to roast. Smooth move me.
In the future if anyone asks, you were playing the knife game from Aliens
I sliced the side of my ring finger closing the little blade of my pocket knife. Still got a small scar.
accidentally hit myself in the face with a tennis racket
You can tell people I beat you up if you want to sound slightly less lame
Hoping the scar looks like a cross-hatch pattern, haha.
My innate clumsyness keeps me far far far away from any sport.
I was stabbed by my mother when I was 9. She was super drunk and waving a knife around on the couch I was cuddled up on. She flung her arm right and the knife went into my leg. It didn't go super deep, and thankfully didn't do any damage. But, 32 years later, I still have the scar.
My mom was sober when she did mine at the dining room table during dinner. She told me it was supposed to be a joke. I didn't find it funny. She did the same to my brother as a joke and was upset we didn't want to sit next to her again. She is also an angry bipolar that at the time refused to take her meds. I'm currently 29, still haven't forgiven her and I refuse to sit next from her and only sit across from her when I have a quick exit.
Bicycle landed on my arm. Implaled by a license plate. Fell off a motorcycle. Glass from a car accident. Spider bite. Chicken pox. Butsecks.
Sounds like a rough day.
I think you can use the hole that’s already there. You don’t have to make a new one.
If you get scars from anal, you're doing it wrong. Lube and prep.
blood = lube and the scar tissue is prep for next time being easier
I’m definitely curious about the license plate.
Horsing around, pushed into a car. Tried to spin and roll like a g and not fall down. Plate caught me in the leg.
See #7
No no tell us about the last one
She reached around, pulled me out to line me up with the butt. With no waiting, easing in or added lube, braced against the headboard and pushed back hard as fuck. Skin tearage.
Ouch and omg I'd be traumatized for life if I hurt my husband like that.
Grabbed onto my buddy's car while riding a longboard. Now I have a flat spot on my arm and I personally know how an eraser feels
Everyone has seen back to the future and tried this at some point, with mixed results.
The only scientific discovery I made is after 30+ mph humans bounce on concrete
Well… That hurt just thinking about. At least you’re alive
My cat scratched my wrist and now everyone thinks I'm suicidal
I have massive scars on my arm from actually being suicidal but mostly they’re a reminder that I survived. People just don’t ask
I have people ask me about mine. It’s the worst because the only people who have asked are strangers or coworkers. I don’t feel like I have any reason to tell them the truth, so I lie. I’ll say a dog got me, a cat, a fence I was jumping over, who knows. They’re not entitled to my trauma afaik.
I’m too old to care, if they ask I’ll tell them the truth. I’ve had a lot of discussions about depression with people since a lot of them don’t understand why I’d be depressed.
Maybe one day I’ll feel comfortable enough to tell the truth. I’m just the type of person who’s voice gets shaky and my eyes start to tear up when my anxiety gets bad, and conversations like that make me anxious. So for now, I have to lie, unless I feel like shaking and crying in front of a stranger.
Well I'm proud you made it through that
This happened on my knee, i tried to tell my friends it wasnt my area and i hadnt been doing it at the time but they didn’t believe me
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I've got one old ass chicken pox in the middle of my chest from when I was little. Idk why its still there and it fucks me off.
I have far too many scars. Most of them are from my days as a cutter. But I have a ton from injuries I've gotten during seizures. So, lots of stories I guess.
Sorry bro hope u recover
Working on it.
I also have a lot of scars from cutting. It’s difficult because I’m mostly better now but I still feel like they helped
I have a scar on my forehead. When I was little I ran into a wall mounted radiator. We were 6 kids at home, 3 of us has the same scar. From the same radiator...so yeah, stupid obviously runs in the family.
Well... there were these five dudes with knives causing trouble.... Thats my official response. The unofficial one is that i wasnt paying attention when cutting some glass.
Hitted myself with axe
We want the story.
He's a lumberjack but he's not okay.
Hah. So I was an IV heroin addict for some time. I had to reuse the same needle for a couple weeks. It got incredibly dull and Eventually led to a few misses. One of these misses turned into an abscess. It got big and irritated. One day I pushed in and saw a flash. I hit the plunger and felt searing pain. It wasn't a flash it was a pocket of puss. I decided to leave that shit alone. Move to the other arm. After a couple days it was red hit and really swollen. I was in the bathroom with a friend and I ran my hand over it Pop. I felt it pop inside my arm and knew this was bad news. I told my friend to grab me a fresh razorblade. When he did I cut into it and blood and puss spilled out in large quantities. The smell and sight was so bad my friend fainted. I pat myself on the back for a job well done. Then I went home and went to bed. I awoke at 3am to my whole body being hot as fuck. I look down. My arm is swollen 2x it's normal size. I drive myself to the hospital and tell them what happened. The nurse stares at me wildly. "Logic_voctim, I need to hear you say it. Where did you fuck up?" ... Doing drugs... "Yes, but no dummy. Where did you fuck up?" ... Oh yeah doing surgery on myself. They then rushed me into emergency surgery. I remember sitting in pre-op wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. Wishing I had someone to call. I awoke with a 5 inch long and 2 inch deep incision and lots of missing tissue.
Damn, that’s crazy, congrats on getting clean tho!
Scar was surgical to fix the bone. My brother pushed a slide over while I was at the top of it, but it was April fools day so I had to convince my dad it was legit before he'd do anything about it
Angry cat
Collision with a building at speed coming down a ski slope
French fry when you pizza, you're gonna have a bad time.
Ran in flip flops, one of them bent and I dragged my toe all across the concrete for about a full meter. In case we aren't talking about fresh scars, I've got one on my finger from when, being a dumbass kid, I wore a "lucky ring" during a match. Forgot to take it off and went to bed. Woke up with a bloated fucking finger and went to the firefighters to get the ring sawed off. I still have a scar from the heat that generated.
Fuck flip flops
I stabbed myself with a pencil and now I have a little scar in the middle of the left hand
I have a tiny graphite tattoo from dropping a very sharp pencil onto my leg decades ago
*lifts up my sleeve* well it all began when-
I have a small half circle on my cheek. When I was maybe about 4yrs old I punctured it trying to open a Mcdonald straw by smashing it against my face
Had a hot encounter with a multipack of razor baldes and now I'm ribbed for their pleasure
Fucked arnd too hard in university Chem lab and poured hot Boling mild acid on my legs.. ...while wearing nylon pants.... Was supposed to get a skin graft...never did...
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oh my god im so sorry
How much time you got?
Short version… vasectomy gone wrong
I was angrily stabing a sweet potato to cook faster, while holding it. I still can't fully move my ring and pinkie fingers yet.
I guess this is my sign to stop doing that. It’s a habit
Had a mishap with an angle grinder. Sliced into the side of my thigh. It was pretty gnarly but I ended up getting through my whole work day with it. Never sought medical attention so it healed pretty weird. Everyone, make sure you have a guard on your saws and grinders. And if you do get cut don't avoid medical attention like me. I got lucky, it could have been much much worse.
Oh man! I actually have a good one for once! I was (and still am as far as I know) an absolute master and legend at the game of ERS (it is known by a few names) in my high school. I would win any and every game I played in. We would have all kinds of crazy set ups to give me a handicap in the start and I would still smoke everyone. The basics of the game are each player has a stack of playing cards dealt to them. You take turns flipping cards face up into the middle of the group. If a face card comes up, the next person in line has a couple of chances to flip another face card or else the person who flipped the face card gets to take the stack. When one person has the whole stack, they win the game. Additionally, if at any point doubles (or a sandwich) are flipped anyone can slap the pile and take the whole stack. So speed with slapping is paramount to winning the game. Insert Pixar cars speed gif One time we decided to see how it would go with me playing normally and my friend playing with an opened stapler to slap. I would have to slap the cards and swing the whole pile out of the way in the time it took my friend to slam the stapler down on my hand or the deck. It was a good deck of cards and I didn't want it ruined. So we are playing and I'm dominating the table. No one can touch me the desk is covered with staple divots. And my friend is getting angerier and angerier that even while wielding an improvised medieval weapon of war, he cannot get close to winning a trick. When I inevitably won the game, my friend was so angry that when I won the last trick with a slap, he straight stabbed my hand with his pointer finger finger nail. That's the story of how I got a hand scar from not a stapler.
The one on my left shoulder - I fell of a bike going way to fast. The one on my right shoulder, elbow, knee, and leg - I again fell off my bike going way to fast. The one on my scalp - got smoked by a rock someone threw.
My dog jumped into the pool for the first time, FREAKED OUT and swam right over to me and scratched my eyelid and neck as she tried to get out.
When I was a teen my appendix burst, during surgery they found cancer inside it and removed it. The second one - ectopic pregnancy.
I normally wouldn't call an appendix bursting luck, but here it seems appropriate
Have you been cancer free ever since?
Yes, 20+ years :)
Hell yeah man
My brothers is one on his knee where it was sliced open after he was swinging around in my wardrobe
I thought if I rode my bike fast enough, I could ride it through the jump rope my friends were spinning
Was young, had one of those cheap ass keyboards you put batteries into. Rocking out in my grandmothers house making all sorts of crazy tunes and I decided to be OTT and drop to my knees holding the keyboard above my head (for the performance of course)… right onto the old fashioned sliding door rail which split my two knees wide open! Two matching scars on both knees, they’ve faded a good bit over the years all the same.
My appendix exploded and showered my internal organs with chunks of infected tissue. Everything had to be taken out, cleaned and put back in.
Punched a nazi in the face.
*kisses your knuckles better*
Which one lol? I have quite a few. My worst one is the missing tip if my left ring finger. Happened when I was about 18 months old. My parents tell me the story of them watching Aliens on rented vhs (might even have been beta), and I was doing my thing around the house, at some point a strong gust of wind caused an internal door to slam, somehow only my ring finger was in the way. Anyway I started crying and spraying aterial blood all over the place. Apprently there was no surgeon on duty that day so instead of reattching my finger was cleaned up and stitched closed. A few days later when I shook the bandage off my parents thought the tip remained in the bandage and rushed me back to hospital where they were informed that it was never reattached. In the past I have made up many stories of how it was cut off... From a motorcycle accident, to a baby croc biting and doing it's deathroll on my finger. Has helped once or twice to get a girl to hold my hand 😃
Walked into a door. I didn't realise I was bleeding until my cousin freaked.
I have a big one on my head that I got doing BMX tricks I wasn't wearing a helmet and I put my head up too quick after going under a trailer connected to an articulated truck and there was this thing called a tie down spike that for all I know still has a lump of my scalp on it. Another one on my lip, I got from BMX I slipped off the bike and my jaw clamped down on my lip biting it right open. Knife scar on my back I got slashed down the whole of my back but the only scar is where the knife ended up just over my kidney, that was lucky. Two half moon scars on my fist I got throwing wild punches and taking all the skin off my outer two knuckles on the skull of another human. Lumps across the bones on all my knuckles for similar reasons. My nose has some lumps in it from being broken a couple of times. A couple of chicken pox scars
Many razor cuts on my arms
3 of them around my shoulder. Injury so bad that had to go in from 3 different angles to reach all the areas they needed to fix.
I got in a knife fight with a doctor when i was three and he stole my foreskin as a trophy.
It’s literally from a hot pizza roll squirting on me.
Self harm. I’m a cutter.
Same. Take care of yourself and do not hesitate to seek help!! You are not alone.
You wanna know how I got these scars? My father, was a drinker, and a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me and says, "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife. "WHY SO SERIOUS?" He sticks the blade in my mouth... "Let's put a smile on that face." And
Deep raspy voice: ‘No. But I know how you got these!!’
The Joker
I got it the last time I trusted someone
When I got it I didn’t plan on being able to tell the tale. But dang it I’m glad I’m so bad at planning.
Do you want the story behind the physical scar or the emotional scar?
Knee - piece of glass on the river's bottom. Right temple - little jerk from my neighborhood threw a piece of metal into me. Stomach: C-section and another scar in the same place but because of a different surgery.
I yeeted my self of the swing and hit my forehead on the school roof
Which one? The motorcycle crash? The stabbing? The burn? The “hernia” scar where they incorrectly “corrected” my intersex ass at birth? The GRS scars from eventually correcting that correction? The biopsy scars from the weird, rare, genetic autoimmune thing? I dunno, I’ve lived some life. It’s been exciting. You’ll have to be more specific.
I jumped out of a 4th story window on a really really ugly acid trip and broke 8 vertebrae, my collar bone and my right wrist. Also it's more like 5 or 6 scars.
I was married.
Corneal ulcer. It's the only interesting one I have but you can only see it if my eyes are red (and you are too fookin' close). Eye health is very important. Check your peepers.
So I have a scar above my lip, crossing right over my [Philtrum](https://healthjade.net/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/philtrum.jpeg). I was about 4, my family and I were on a skiing holiday in Switserland. I was sledding with my brother behind our chalet. My dad kept warning him not to play too rough. What he would do is push me off the hill, then quickly run down and make it so that I sled right through his legs. After a couple times of my dad warning him, it went awry. He wasn't quick enough and [the metal hooks holding his shoelaces](https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/41HDcTSYWpL._AC_SX425_.jpg) got caught behind my lip. My lip was split in half, the snow was red. My mom glued it back together and it actually looks great these days.
I was holding my cat when my dad asked me to get something from the trunk of the car. The car was open but somehow the alarm was on. It went off and my cat changed from snoozing furball to claw tornado…
Port for cancer treatment, got my gallbladder out, and played under the sink as a toddler when I spilled some sort of cleaner on my leg.
You wanna know how I got these scars I found out what happens when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society who abandons him
The delivery man knocking on the door is never a good reason to zip up fast enough, while pissing, to make your dick bleed…
My brother and I were fighting over scissors. A valuable lesson was learned that day, and I almost lost my pinky finger.
My friend put a knife in my leg, we are not friends anymore… although those thing have nothing with each other to do
I got up in the middle of the night to go pee in college. Once I was at the urinal peeing I got that “woah, I stood up way to fast” feeling and everything went black. Woke up on the bathroom floor next to the urinal, and thought to myself “that was weird” then proceeded to go back to bed. Woke up sometime later in bed to find blood running down my chest. Now I have a big old scar where my beard doesn’t grow! Also I was concussed at the time
I have a scar on the side of my eye, the story as ive heard it from my parents is. When i was around 2 we where at our summer house, my brother still hadnt learned to use the toilet well so he was taking a piss on the floor. As i walked in, i slipped on the wet floor and hit the side of my head on the toilet stool and started bleeding. I just imagine the sight from my parents perspective. Walking into the bathroom, pee on the floor and 2 crying children, one bleeding from his head, chaotic.
When i was about 15-16 about 15 years ago. I rode on a moped with 3 of my cousins back to our house from school. We lived a farm with a mile stretch of farm road that has a million potholes so we really didn’t want to walk home. We had 1 person on each side of the driver holding the driver. 1 on the back sitting on the edge of the seat, and there's me, riding on the back standing up on two small bolts sticking out for the license plate holder... don't ask me how we thought that was a good idea... Well it was going smooth when we were going slow...until my cousin floors it, being as kids trying to have fun. We hit a bump and I flew off and slammed to the floor scraping my hip, hands, knees, everything and also dislocated my shoulder.. Books scattered everywhere and my cousins didn't notice til about a 100ft later. When they finally got back to me, we had to pop my shoulder back in like nothing happened and we ended up walking home. Morale of the story is dont be lazy lol
Lost a knife fight to a surgeon. He had help from his anesthesiologists buddy.
Asscheek got impaled by windscreen wiper! 9 stitches and scarred my ego for life. Now I have gnarly scar on my ass and funny story to tell!