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Truthdweller
Trad climber
San Diego, CA
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Mar 12, 2012 - 11:37pm PT
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I'm starting to get the "Willies" just hearing the similarities of some of the female posters and some of the females spoken of in these threads, yikes!
Hmmm...don't know if I can top Splitter's experiences but I think I have a few in my bag.
How about walking up to what looks like an "animal," possibly a bear? that's been hit on the interstate, almost ending up on my head from slipping on the serous fluid that is running down the roadway, then, after getting close enough to the seemingly boneless, two foot high, mass of headless flesh, seeing the painted toenails of what now appears to be that of a woman, with remnants of her long brunette hair still stuck to the top of the pile. Her lower arm, from the elbow down, with her wedding ring still on her finger, laying just down the road...the rest of the body was never found, including her head. Apparently she jumped off a nearby bridge in front of an oncoming semi, then struck by a full size van.
Vomit, because of the smell, always makes me run, even if I'm right in the middle of doing something important, like starting an IV, drawing blood, intubating (passing a tube into your trachea), etc. If you're in the middle of spewing, and I'm not prepared, I'm going to let you bleed, or suffocate till you're finished, lol!
Sorry, I have many more, but here's another...
Awoken at 0230 we respond to an "unresponsive" female at a private residence. We arrive to find an elderly female on the carpet of her living room, in front of her favorite recliner that she frequently sleeps in. Her husband, in his eighties, informs us that he found her there after waking up to check on her. He stands probably 6'3" at the least, with his t-shirt, pants and suspenders on, his grandson is standing behind and at his side. The patient is still warm without obvious signs of death. We continue our assessment and begin treatment.
It is soon discovered that the patient has, more than likely, been "down" too long but we finish our required protocol before we can legally pronounce the patient dead. At that point it is my job, as the "paramedic in charge" to address family members and inform them of the outcome. After literally, standing in front, and below this strapping grandfather and explaining what we had just done, I watched this grand man fall to his knees, dropping his head into his massive hands, and begin to weep fitfully like a child, his grandson laying over his shoulders sobbing with him. I turned and walked past my partner and firefighters to walk outside into the cold night air, wiping my face myself.
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splitter
Trad climber
Hodad surfing the galactic plane
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Mar 13, 2012 - 01:30am PT
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We moved around allot when I was a kid, lived in 18 dif places between K-12 and saw allot of disturbing things.
When i was 13 we lived in Upland, Ca for about 4-5 months. Lived next to this family that had close to a dozen kids. She must have had one after another cuz the oldest one, whom i attempted to befriend, was only 14-15. One day he invited me into his house for the first time, which was very unusual because he would customarily just say one or two sentences and then retreat. They were all very guarded and my younger brother said that he had experiened their same reluctance to speak, etc. whenever he attempted. We were upstairs in the boys bedroom. He had a bunch of little brothers and sisters. They all were very subdued and never wandered far from there house. Anyway, he starts telling me how his father will be home soon and he will randomly pick one kid and then proceed to beat and torture him/her. It was terrifying to here the things that he would do to them. They never new who was going to be chosen each evening when he returned from work.
This kid poured out his whole story to me.I was shocked. Suddenly he became very afraid, visibly shaking and trembling, and told me i had to leave because his father had just returned home. I'll never forget the fear in the eyes of those kids, i kid you not when i say that they were visibly shaken, trembling as they passed me going up to their respective bedrooms as i went down the stairs. The fear in their eyes, like a trapped animal.
I can also still picture the lear on their fathers face, a look of wicked glee as he passed me at the bottom of the stairs. He had a piece of cut off hose with a wooden dowel stuck in one end that he seemed to be carressing in anticipation as he glared up the stairwell where the children huddled and waited...
My father returned from work shortly after. We had heard a commotion and crying spilling over the alleyway to our house each night, but figurred it was one of the many kids who had gotten out of line or whatever. But that afternoon I remember approaching him as he sat at his usual spot on the porch, unwinding after a hard days work. I told him what the kid told me. My father didn't say a thing, but it was obvious that he was pissed. He stood up and took off his thick, black belt and wrapped the end once or twice around his fist.
He then marched over and into their house and all hell broke loose. He beat the crap out of the guy and then made him bend over and he whipped his ass with the belt buckle in front of all the kids. Then he drug the guy outside and into our car and took him down to the police station and told them the whole story. They arrested the guy and he was in jail a few days, etc.! There was follow up by authorities.
We left for SLC, Utah a few months later. The oldest kid, the one I attempted to befriend, came out and told me to tell my father how thankful they were for what he did that afternoon. He said that things had changed dramatically, and that they had experienced peace for the first time in their young lives.
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Srbphoto
climber
Kennewick wa
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Mar 13, 2012 - 01:39am PT
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"who do you think you are, do you think you're special, you next generation-ers think you HAVE IT ALL", "you're the ones causing the bubble crash and the market collapse", "how dare you just take it all away, you can't have it." Like, complete nonsensical things. Total flipping out screaming with terms like Facebook and online and social media and "kids these days" all thrown in
She ain't wrong!
:)
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graniteclimber
Trad climber
The Illuminati -- S.P.E.C.T.R.E. Division
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Mar 13, 2012 - 02:44am PT
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but maybe a comment to the lady like "hey, are you ok to climb after the way he just screamed at you? I sure wouldn't be."
+1
Edit: **Women in abusive relationships MUST get out in order to teach their children that abusive relationships are WRONG.
Otherwise the abuse becomes generational.
+10
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ß Î Ø T Ç H
Boulder climber
bouldering
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Mar 13, 2012 - 03:58am PT
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Thread smacks-of "holier than thou".
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splitter
Trad climber
Hodad surfing the galactic plane
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Mar 13, 2012 - 06:08am PT
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"Holier than thou"
Knott I, knott this time anyway!
About two years ago I woke up at 3:50am and got a very faint but but certain whiff of smoke. i new something was burning. So I jumped up and went outside and stood on my apartment balcony...crickets! No sign or smell of smoke. A slight breeze drifted down the canyon from the east and I figured it was another grass fire inn the east county. I had a sudden urge to make a quik check of my neighbors condos, but hesitated to do so. I was in my boxer shorts, it was cold and there was zero signs or smell of anymore smoke. So i went back to bed and sleep.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!! At exactly 4:30am I was jolted out of bed by, what I thought, was someone busting down my door. I jumped up yelling wait a minute I'll unlock it and realized(after i went outside)that it was the fire department busting down the door of my neighbors apartment which was diredtly aross from mine on the first floor/level. Smoke was pouring out the door and bedroom window, and they already had him out and were pumping on his chest and had a portable generator feeding him air.
Needless to say...it was a very disturbing sight.
The whole scenario kept running through my mine. It had been 40 minutes since i had gotten that first little whiff of smoke. Why didn't i stay up and had been a little more thorough? Over and over I ran it through my mind. They worked on him for over an hour, non stop. He was layed out on his back, naked on the cold hard concrete. They gave it everything they had.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I finally went back inside, my God what had i done?
I was very sick. I spoke with the next door neighbor. All I can recall him saying is "His daughter is going to take it very hard." She use to come over and visit him. It just about drove me crazy. I called everyone I new(mostly family)and told them what had happened, what i had done, or more appropriatly...what I hadn't done. Became very depressed. Especially after hearing that they had brought him to once, thought they had gotten him back but he went back into cardiac arrest. Evidently that is why they gave it such an effort.
I must have run the whole scenario through my mind acouple hundred times over the next day or two. The dude was the same age as me, mid to late fifties. I had only spoke with him a few times, but saw him almost everyday. I was haunted by how it could have turned out if I had gone down stairs and walked around the condos once or twice. If I had gotten another whiff of smoke, they would have had plenty of time to rescue him.
This deep, heavy darkness settled in my chest, engulfed my usual upbeat and cheerful self. I felt pretty low and started having dark thoughts about myself. I had gone there before, long ago, but fortunately escaped the reaper and moved on.
I hesitate to say this. But it is the truth. I decided to say one prayer, a request really, and then open the bible and see if it would give me an answer. I made it simple, something like "What do You think? Cuz i was ready to give up. So i closed my eyes, opened it up somewhere towards the middle and stuck my finger on the page. here is what it/the verse said directly above my finger nail:
"To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to..." Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
That's as far as I read. A certain relief came over me, and I clung to it. Kept repeating the verse over and over. I resigned myself to the fact that his life was ultimately in Someone else's hands. I also heard neighbors say, plus later read, that he had attempted suicide previously, and had stated that he would do so again and it was confirmed that he had disabled his fire alarms, jerry rigged the stove, etc.! Not that excuses anything, particularly my inaction. And i was convinced that it was just another Santa Anna wind fueled grass fire, of which we have had many, and not in the immediate vicinity.
It helps to share it here, I'm obviously not proud of the whole incident, frankly somewhat ashamed although it was an honest mistake. But i shared it because the image of him lying on that cold concrete and the various firemen pumping on his chest was indeed a disturbing event and i was indeed witness to it.
edit: i must admit, my stories are pretty lame. i'm gonna delete them anyway. got several of them that i wud prefer not to even think about, so i won't.
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Delhi Dog
climber
Good Question...
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Mar 13, 2012 - 07:23am PT
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I for one am glad WB isn't sharing-thanks man.
Me, too many, butt then again if you get around you're bound to see shite.
When Bush Jr took the oath of office though is pretty high up there.
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steve shea
climber
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Mar 13, 2012 - 09:47am PT
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My right tib/fib breaking in 5 places then sliding on my back down the hill watching my ski booted foot dangling at the end of my leg.
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JLP
Social climber
The internet
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Mar 13, 2012 - 11:51am PT
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Relationships with strong personalities always have some drama. Nobody has the power to get a rise out of you like your significant other. If you haven't seen or dealt with this, you're probably either single or boring.
+1 to Werner's sentiment.
I have no idea how this got turned into a wife beating thread.
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Jaybro
Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
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Topic Author's Reply - Mar 13, 2012 - 11:56am PT
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Really?
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Karl Baba
Trad climber
Yosemite, Ca
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Mar 13, 2012 - 12:02pm PT
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splitter, Enjoyed all your stories and well written as well. Thanks and please don't delete
This is hardly a domestic violence thread except for a tangent based on some folks being "disturbed" by relationship stuff they saw. Perhaps this bothers a few people here because we all have some darkness in us or know people who have made mistakes. It's still important for people to make greater awareness of this issue because there are women who truly suffer in it and feel powerless to leave
Peace
Karl
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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Mar 13, 2012 - 12:19pm PT
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there are women who truly suffer in it and feel powerless to leave
Yes, it is a variation of the Stockholm Syndrome.
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wildone
climber
EP
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Mar 13, 2012 - 12:22pm PT
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Splitter, your stories aren't lame, man. What your dad did that day is what my dad would have done. He had a pretty long fuse-he was a big, peaceful man, but child abuse is one thing that he would not tolerate. I wonder how many here would stand up, wrap a belt around their fist and calmly walk into that house? What would I do? I hope I never have to find out.
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can't say
Social climber
Pasadena CA
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Mar 13, 2012 - 01:27pm PT
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More then I can remember at this point in my life. But one kind of recent event was when E and I were driving home from Owens River Gorge and were swarmed by about 20 Vaco's (outlaw motorcycle gangs). The next 50 miles were indelibly etched on my memory. One salient quote from that event was E telling me "Nay, don't stop this car"
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neversummer
Trad climber
30 mins. from suicide USA
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Mar 13, 2012 - 01:40pm PT
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Back in the early 90's me and a buddy were walking thru his housing-tract in moreno valley when we noticed flames thru the front living room window of this house we were walking by and we see a man running back in-forth from the garage(door was open)grabbing boxes etc. so we run up thinking he's trying to get his crap out before the whole thing goes up, just as we get to the top of the driveway the man waves a gun at us and said "get the fuk out of here"..so we did just that and ran accros the street to hide behind the parked cars on the street. several mins later people are starting to come out of there homes to see what is going on just as the cops show up (the fire rigs staged back at the top of the st.) Then the same guy comes out waiving his gun at the cops and the LEO's didnt hesitate and shot him dead 20 ft from me and my buddy and other on-lookers....come to find out he had his wife and kids in the house and was attempting to kill the whole lot of them.....the wife and kids made it out unharmed.
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michaeld
Sport climber
Sacramento
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Mar 13, 2012 - 01:42pm PT
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Christ..... People are f*cking nuts.
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hobo_dan
Social climber
Minnesota
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Mar 13, 2012 - 01:57pm PT
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Lot of Jr. High fights I had to break up, students getting pregnant- did not see the cause but it was no fun watching the girls deal with their brand new world, saw a couple of bodies flown out of the Mts- one I have no recollection of whatsoever but my partner tells me we watched it fly by.
Nowadays I'm pretty much done with disturbing events- suits me fine to not have deal with them
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Chaz
Trad climber
greater Boss Angeles area
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Mar 13, 2012 - 02:10pm PT
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For someone who isn't a first responder type, or search & rescue, I think I've found more than my share of dead people.
Driving the Ortega Highway from the beach one night, we pulled over to let a truck pass us. He seemed to be in a hurry, and he waved ( five fingers ) as he drove by.
Ten minutes later, we come across his truck sitting sideways in the road. I checked the cab, and he wasn't in it. I found him about thirty feet away, in the middle of the Ortega Highway. It was too late.
This guy is laying on Old Highway 38 ( a hiking/biking trail near Angelus Oaks ). He had been there for about a week, but he looked like he just laid down because he was frozen solid.
He had been driving down ( new ) Hwy 38, from Big Bear, with his mother, in a heavy snowstorm, when his truck went down one of the steep ravines. They both survived initially. The son left his mom in the truck, and apparently went off looking for help. He ended up right here, about two miles from Angelus Oaks.
Then there was this person, who had apparently been there for a while. This is right behind my house, about 1/4 mile up the trail. I run my dogs out here several times a week.
The dogs had been paying special attention to one particular spot for quite some time. Finally, the local scavengers had dug it up, and ripped away the black plastic the person was wrapped in. Then it became obvious what it was.
I haven't heard about anyone being arrested for this one.
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Karen
Trad climber
So Cal urban sprawl Hell
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Mar 13, 2012 - 02:15pm PT
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Working at a Foster Family agency both as a therapist and monitoring the Foster families. One day an older child asked me when he would get adopted, what was I to say? Some of the Foster parents were losers, I could tell they were more interested in collecting the gov. money for each child.
Worked in community mental health, our population were kids just released from a psychiatric hospitalization. Early on, it became apparent most of the kids had been abused, sadly they just got handed back to their dysfunctional homes.
Worked with numerous families who had open cases with Child Protective Service. I would witness abuse, then call the social worker only to be totally blown off, and people wonder why kids end up dead when they are supposedly being monitored by CPS, sick system.
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Karen
Trad climber
So Cal urban sprawl Hell
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Mar 13, 2012 - 02:17pm PT
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Omg Chaz
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