So, I saw someone die this morning. - Polidicks

[QUOTE=Irkalla;37408916]Now would be a good time for you and your aunt/uncle to teach your niece about life and death.[/QUOTE] You mean his brother/sister?

[QUOTE=Dwinnon;37408935]You mean his brother/sister?[/QUOTE] Wow right I just woke up, lemme edit. Also gimme a break eh?

[QUOTE=RichyZ;37408952]haha holy shit youre dumb[/QUOTE] Not really. They're just moving, talking pieces of meat. Now companion animals? That's a whole different ballgame.

Seeing someone die is one of the most scarring things you can ever think of. When I was about 12 me and my family were on a holiday to Scarborough, and they have this bridge near the beach called the Spa bridge, it was around 10pm and me and my dad were walking back to the hotel when we saw this guy just jump right off the edge off the bridge and hit the road below. The way it hits you is just surreal, like it took me a few moments after the guy jumped to realize what just fucking happened, I was sort of in disbelief that a guy just died in front of me. I really couldn't sleep for about a couple of months afterwards. This bridge [img]http://www.thescarboroughnews.co.uk/webimage/1.3309589.1305122849!image/1111754059.jpg_gen/derivatives/landscape_595/1111754059.jpg[/img]

[QUOTE=paplayer2011;37408830]My friend was in Nevada, years ago, with her husband, on holiday. There had been an accident moments before they arrived at the scene. The car was on fire, and there was a woman trapped in the car, and she couldn't get out. No one there could get close enough to the car, so she was basically cooking in front of everyone. My friend, to this day, can hear her screams as she burned. edit: another one of my friends was waiting for a train to cross the road, and watched as a guy tried to jump onto the train and he slipped and was cut right in half. My friend says that still bothers him. At the time, he went numb, his brain couldn't comprehend what had just happened. My friend says that still bothers him. The guy was just there living, and seconds later, it was over, just like that. Another one of my friends, her boyfriend couldn't stand the fact that she was going to break up with him, so he trapped both of them in their bedroom, and he blew his brains out, right in front of her. She is still messed up, big time. Years ago, two of my friends decided to commit suicide within a week of each other. It really sucked finding them, cutting them down, trying to revive them, knowing it was too damn late. That week totally sucked. Two of the nicest guys, just decide this is it.[/QUOTE] Jesus, what are they putting in the water where you live?

i saw a guy have a seizure with a bleeding head wound once the image if his flailing arms and head smearing blood all over the floor will never leave my mind (he was ok after trip to hospital)

[QUOTE=TestECull;37405011]My condolences to the woman's family...I'm not sure why everyone's saying OP should get professional help though. OP doesn't strike me as the type that needs it. I got the impression he's handling it just fine on his own.[/QUOTE] You'd think that wouldn't you? The interesting things about mental conditions, especially when it comes to things like PTSD, tends to fester underneath. Even if the person feels and seems fine. PTSD is a scary thing. I would recomend you get some help, help nip it in the bud.

I've personally never witnessed death but I remember something in grade 4 Typical morning with grandma, she was driving us to school and we were listening to the radio of a pedestrian hit by a car very close to where we were driving (we never saw it) When I got to school, everything was normal, but a rumour was flying around that the deputy principle of the time (which I should add that everyone respected and loved her work) is dead, now my bullshit detector was flying I was just avoiding whatever people were saying So bell went, time for class but then the teachers swept us all grade 4's up and told us that we had to go to the lunch area for an announcement.. That's when I felt something was fishy When we got there, two teachers were helping each other out, one could barely walk because she was crying too much and that's when we heard the dreadful words, she was killed in that very accident I heard on the radio The story goes as she was walking to school as she normally does and she accidentally got hit by a garbage truck, left brain damaged and then her family decided to turn off her life support, the school got word and had to find out what to do and how to tell us but eh they did For the next moments, I was crying, breaking down almost, I couldn't breathe I was traumatized by it because she was such a lovely helping person, only a week ago she asked me how I was doing and my mum knew her, everyone knew her :( The school shut down for the day, when mum collected us she was crying too And every time this gets played I don't talk I just remember that fateful day [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DF0zefuJ4Ys[/media] It was the song that played when we got back home :(

[QUOTE=Murkat;37406360]I'm gonna go ahead and guess the only time you've seen anyone die is in video games.[/QUOTE] But dude I lost 3 of my buddies when the bomb blew up on de_dust you'll never know how that feels.

I know exactly how you feel even though my story isn't to the magnitude of yours, its scared me. This previous spring, around April, my grandmother who had lived across the street passed away from a heart attack. She was a chronic smoker throughout her life and had been pretty sick for a couple of months. The day it had happened I was told by my mom that I needed to pick her up some nutrition drinks from the store on my way back home from the post office. So I bought her the drinks and headed home, and to drop them off to her. I parked my car and headed up the walkway to the door and noticed through the screen door that her dogs were on their leashes but looked like they were tangled up in something. I opened the door and that's when I saw her. She was laying on the floor with her face pointed straight at the ceiling. I walked into the kitchen and yelled "Are you alright?" not knowing how bad it was. When I got closer I noticed her eyes were unfocused and half way opened, while her mouth gasped for air like a fish who wasn't in water. She was unconscious and looked pretty much like a vegetable. I called 911 and the paramedics arrived and tried all they could to get her conscious. She passed away about 6 ours later that day. That image, of walking in and seeing her half dead on the floor has scared me. I've came home about 3 different times and see someone laying on their back in the living room stretching or something and immediately I get a flashback of that day I walked in on her and saw her laying there. Its a really freaky feeling...

My condolences to the woman's family, and to you OP. You handled the situation pretty damn well, kept your cool and all that. I hope the best to you, and hope that you don't get PTSD or anything like that. I've seen my mother almost die in my arms. It was a Friday evening, we had eaten out that night. It was after this really bad nor'easter storm and everything was a giant sheet of thick ice. She went to close the chickens up for the night. Being the really young ignorant kid, I wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't come in that night, as I went to bed around 8:30 and she stayed up really late anyways. So my brother forgot this notebook he had bought out in the car, he heard my mom screaming for help. Turns out she slipped on the ice and broke her leg. She now has a metal rod in that leg. There was this other time we were on our way to school, and we had to turn. We were at a complete stop when I hear this screaching behind us, I turn around, for what seems like ages, as I see another car slam into us. My dog (a 2 year old Papillion at the time) went flying from the back to the front of the car. A disk in my mom's back slipped. Both my brothers got whiplash. I'm the only one who escaped unscathed. I remember when the impact happened my DS flew out of my hands, it all seemed to happen in slow motion. I thought we were going to die, and crash into oncoming traffic. Thank god we didn't. But now my mom also has back issues, originally from when she was a kid and she had some accidents involving her horse, but they semi-healed and both of those events almost killed her. So I know what it feels like to be in a traumatic experience, and I really do hope nothing bad happens to you as a result of this event.

[QUOTE=Itsjustguy;37403984]Oh man, your avatar [img]http://www.facepunch.com/image.php?u=156396&dateline=1343067473[/img][/QUOTE] Every god damn time I come into a sad FP thread there's ONE user who ends up making me laugh.

Just out of curiosity, is it a very 'American thing' to go see a psychologist or something after a traumatic experience? I mean I've seen one or two 'traumatising' things happen in my life (as have other people I know like friends), but we all just tough through it by keeping each other company and happy.

Back when i was probably 7, these steel tin things rolled off the back off a truck and crushed the people in the car behind it :(

Yeah, my condolences to you and the woman's family as well. I've seen some pretty crazy things too. But the one I'll share with you guys affected me most, although it probably wasn't the [i]craziest[/i] physically. I know it can be pretty hard. I got into a terrible climbing accident with my dad once. I saw him fall 62 feet, right in front of me. I will never forget his screaming and the sound of him hitting the ground. And my thoughts, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" We're in the middle of nowhere, and he could be dying. I've never been so scared and confused in my life. I did what I could to assess the situation and handle things. I still couldn't tell you what it felt like, just terrifying. However I'm fortunate enough to still have him around, remarkably. Five broken ribs, two torn tendons, a lot of stitches, concussion, and a shredded hand (he was holding onto the rope as he fell, God his hand looked ugly). Things like these serve as pretty good reminders, not just for climbers but for everyone. Climbers - double, triple, quadruple check your gear. It was a very simple mistake that caused his fall. Very simple, safety is life when it comes to some things. But this also reminds everyone that life is pretty fragile and I'll never take my father for granted again. Also just thought I'd share this too, after that I developed a very intense fear of heights and stopped climbing for years and years. Just last year I started climbing again, and it feels better than ever. Couldn't tell you why. Best of luck, OP.

I saw someone wreck on a motorcycle in front of my house, he didn't have a helmet so there was like a a 10-15 foot skid of blood when his face his the ground and chunks of skins and shit - guy died on scene, so a body in the front of my house too.... Saw it years ago, does really bother me anymore. Just a life lesson to wear helmets, they save lives. You'll eventually get over it, the shock will eventually wear off. Try not to over think it, i know it sounds insensitive. It is just better that way man, repress it and don't dwindle on it.

This thread, (and all of its replies), made me really sad. [img]http://i.somethingawful.com/forumsystem/emoticons/emot-smith.gif[/img]

[QUOTE=chimitos;37410570]This thread, (and all of its replies), made me really sad. [img]http://i.somethingawful.com/forumsystem/emoticons/emot-smith.gif[/img][/QUOTE] all of it's replies? [QUOTE=Itsjustguy;37403984]Oh man, your avatar [img]http://www.facepunch.com/image.php?u=156396&dateline=1343067473[/img][/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=HazzaHardie;37410608]all of it's replies?[/QUOTE] [QUOTE=chimitos;37410570]This thread, (and [B]most[/B] of its replies), made me really sad. [img]http://i.somethingawful.com/forumsystem/emoticons/emot-smith.gif[/img][/QUOTE]

When I was like 4 or so I was walking towards my apartment building with my grandma and I saw one of the girls that lived there lying in front of the main door with blood coming out of her body and lots of police officers. Apparently she was depressed and commited suicide by jumping off the building. I don't remember shit from my early childhood but that thought will never go away. But I think it's nothing compared to what you saw.

[QUOTE=SpaceGhost;37408351]Have you ever known a friend/family that died, or seen anyone die? Doesn't matter if it's a stranger, its still a horrible feeling. Quit talking out your ass because you clearly don't know what it feels like, it's one of the worse feelings you can have.[/QUOTE] I've lived through the death of 4 of my relatively close relatives as well as my father,it didn't do anything to me.

[QUOTE=chimitos;37410570]This thread, (and all of its replies), made me really sad. [img]http://i.somethingawful.com/forumsystem/emoticons/emot-smith.gif[/img][/QUOTE] My view on all of it is death is a part of life. We all die one day or another, as much as i joke around and saying "I'm going to live forever." It is natural to be curious and dwindle on the thought, but don't spend so much time on it. The beginning and end don't matter, it is the journey and how you get there that matters.

when I was like 10 I was driving from town to city so i could live with my father just sitting there in a cab with my mother next to me, talking about how things would go around if my father could get along with my mother i look out the window as she talks and i see this car ram itself sideways into a truck and i think the driver of the car flied out of the window and splattered against the side of the truck i didn't exactly see much other than a reddish stain on the side of the truck because thankfully my mother gave me a bearhug thankfully our cab driver had stopped just in time. got to my father just fine

[QUOTE=sltungle;37410284]Just out of curiosity, is it a very 'American thing' to go see a psychologist or something after a traumatic experience? I mean I've seen one or two 'traumatising' things happen in my life (as have other people I know like friends), but we all just tough through it by keeping each other company and happy.[/QUOTE] wow you should start a club with znk666 people in europe see psychologists as well, it's just that there's a bigger stigma towards it good job assuming shit though

[QUOTE=znk666;37410757]I've lived through the death of 4 of my relatively close relatives as well as my father,it didn't do anything to me.[/QUOTE] Yeah, but most people aren't sociopaths.

[QUOTE=thisispain;37411628]wow you should start a club with znk666 people in europe see psychologists as well, it's just that there's a bigger stigma towards it good job assuming shit though[/QUOTE] Jesus Christ, I was just asking a fucking question. Way for you to assume shit yourself. You don't always have to be an asshole to people, y'know.

[QUOTE=sltungle;37411676]Jesus Christ, I was just asking a fucking question. Way for you to assume shit yourself. You don't always have to be an asshole to people, y'know.[/QUOTE] you asked a very loaded question. obviously it's not an "american thing". modern psychology started in Europe and if "keeping each other company and happy" was enough then psychology and psychotherapy wouldn't exist it's called PTSD. that's not an "american thing" either.

[QUOTE=thisispain;37411726]you asked a very loaded question. obviously it's not an "american thing". modern psychology started in Europe and if "keeping each other company and happy" was enough then psychology and psychotherapy wouldn't exist it's called PTSD. that's not an "american thing" either.[/QUOTE] I understand the concept of PTSD, I'm not a fucking retard. The thing is though I seem to hear a lot more stories about people in America visiting psychologists or councilors (the latter for things like marital issues) than I do hear stories about people in other countries doing so, so naturally I presumed it maybe had something to do with small cultural differences between people in America and people in say, Europe or Australia. I apologise for wanting to know more about an issue. I'll refrain from asking again in future.

[QUOTE=sltungle;37411764]I seem to hear a lot more stories about people in America visiting psychologists or councilors (the latter for things like marital issues) than I do hear stories about people in other countries doing so[/QUOTE] yeah and that's because of the stigma. America has a very sentimental culture due to years of self-help and media culture influencing social interaction, while in other cultures (i'm just gonna assume aussies are the same as brits except they say cunt a lot) they favour masculine stoicism, often at the cost of actually advancement in therapy. [QUOTE=sltungle;37411764]I apologise for wanting to know more about an issue. I'll refrain from asking again in future.[/QUOTE] next time phrase the question better so my sperg-processing units do not activate. empathy is not enabled on this unit.

fuck dude i live in harvest, didn't know it was that bad. :(