[–] Reddit_traitor 2 points -1 points 1 point (+1|-2) ago
I don't think it really happened I think it was a nightmare. When I was about 4 or 5 I have this vivid memory of my mom going to the kitchen and opening the dishwasher and finding a severed head in there.
I don't have any other memories from that age but that one thing has always stuck with me.
[–] middle_path 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Wow, dude that's pretty awful. My mother is a part time forensic nurse (for rape victims), specializing in pediatrics. Unfortunately I've heard some pretty awful stories and 95% of the time it's someone close to the child and continuous.
My worst memory is more tame. I used to have a pet snake and I would feed it live rats. Ball pythons can be infamous for going on hunger strikes. So I'd buy a rat, she wouldn't eat, then I'd have to return it to the store. Unfortunately the store is about 20 minutes out of my way. So I put the rat in a small cramped cage with some water and food (crackers or something) and totally forgot about it as it was in another room.
I finally remembered I had the thing a week later. It had spilled the water and food, and been festering in wet shit the entire time. It looked dehydrated and emaciated. I felt so guilty, I tried to give it a bath in the sink. Me moving it must have hurt it as it let out an awful squeal. The sound still haunts me.
I put it outdoors and flipped a kiddy pool over it. Left more water and crackers. I was hoping it would eat or drink without me there or at least feed some hungry snake.
I flipped open the pool a few days later and found a pile of bones and fur. I never minded when the snake ate them, but this one's death weighs pretty heavily on me.