ADSactly Personal - Tell Me Your Scar Stories (And I&#x27;ll Share Mine)

excy4yaweh (38) · 7 years ago

My parents break up is the biggest scar i have had to live with. I always felt like i don't have a place...always felt like i don't fit in.I spent too much time in my childhood wondering how things changed so much for us after the break up that i did not realize that time was passing by.
I woke up one morning and it dawned on me that while my family imploded and covered my face, life had gone by outside the shores of my home.
Friends had grown and moved on, cousins had gotten married and had kids etc. And i felt like i just couldn't fit in anywhere.
Today, i am a working class girl who earns some good money... a lot of people call me pretty and a lot of guys just want me by all means. I smile and try to mix up with every one but deep down i feel like i am just a spectator..like i really don't fit.
I Am slowing getting over it with a lot of effort...cos i don't want my husband and kids to have a scarred me....so I am working to reduce the effect of the scar.
But I still wonder how i would have turned out or how my life would have turned out if my parents had never divorced.

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syzegy (38) · 7 years ago

I've only ever had one scar, and it's not a particularly interesting story. I got it as a young boy, and while I'd love to say that I got it from horsing around as young boys are wont to do, the actual story is far less interesting.

Specifically, I was tasked one evening with taking out the trash. While taking the trashback out, the top of some metal can tore through the bag and bit into my leg, leaving a large bleeding gash. I of course had no idea what to do accept for one simple idea: you need to clean any open wound. So I immediately drew a bath.

So here I was, sitting in the bath for about a hour trying to wash this cut out and wondering why I was still bleeding. I finally decided I should probably tell my parents what happened, starting with my poor mother who I damn near gave a heart attack when I showed her the wound. My parents dressed and bandaged the wound since it was too long after to really go in for stitches, resulting in the only visible scar I have.

Not a great story, but a story nonetheless.

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ahmedelakehal (52) · 7 years ago

My greatest scar was marked under my eyebrow when I was 11 years old, I remember the moment as clear as crystal...
I was getting into stunt scooters and skateboarding and so were my friends, so we often went out and just rode around our food some tricks. One day, we were out and there was a rather steep ramp so we were instantly tempted to do some tricks. We stacked our three skateboards on top of each other sideways and challenged each other to go down the ramp with our scooters and jump over the 1.5metre high wall of skateboards. I volunteered first so I went down the ramp with my heart beating and successfully cleared the obstacle. I loved the thrill so I went down another time. This time however, my back wheel clipped on the wall and I fell head first. I was unconscious for a few minutes but when I woke up, I found my friends calling my parents, who promptly arrived and took me to A&E. I had a huge gash through my eyebrow and I had 32 stitches.
I still have a rather noticeable scar through my eyebrow now, reminding me of the event.
Please wear helmets everybody!

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5 votes

alexshorer (31) · 7 years ago

I appreciate your great stories. Scars appear to be a theme tonight is the posts I've read as I am just coming off work where the scars are all types. Anyhow, I had an eight year relationship. She left me. It hurt. But, now I am married 18 years with children and it is wonderful. Scars are a fascinating. I have so many that I feel blessed. I love the gold repairs because that's how it is, isn't it? My family scars are emotional. But, there are many physical. For example, when I was around 10, we lived on an island. And used the boats. And there are tides. Many of you know this but.. We had a dingy on an outhaul. That is a dock with a rope and pulley system tied to a buoy to an anchor. At high tide the water was up to the dock. At low tide, the rocks with periwinkles were about 12 feet below. As it happened, one day I pulled and pulled on the rope. But, seaweed was caught in the pulley. So, the rope broke and over I went. I did not even realize it. The fall hurt. I have had a few since but this was the first. A guy found me. I think people carried me home. The cuts from the rocks and periwinkles last for I do not know how long. And the girl of my young dreams visited me. She showed tenderness and caring at our young age. Somehow as long as we live there can be healing and something greater after the scars.

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warpedpoetic (66) · 7 years ago

When i was still in Primary school, my mother who was teacher, made sure that i never strayed too far from our home. I had all sorts of activities to keep me busy; siestas, homework, home lessons, etc. I hated it. So anytime, she was not around, i played with my friends to my heart's content.

On this day, i had returned from school and she was yet to return from work. My friends invited me and my cousin, who lived with us then, to a game of mopo. It is sort of like tag but you become It if the ball touches you. If you are It, you have to try to hit the other players with the ball, at the same time, each player, holding batons and bats try to get the ball as far as possible away from you. it was an interesting game.

One of the rules of the game was that the player with the ball could not move from the spot where he or she picked the ball. Unfortunately for me that fateful day, the boy with the ball broke the rule and chased after me. I ran, trying to avoid being hit by the ball.

One of my neighbors had a stack of roofing sheets on his sewage tank and i, feeling as dexterous as a mountain goat, decided to jump over it, instead of running around it.

I jumped successfully and landed on the other side. I continued running until a friend screamed 'blood'. I looked down and behold my flesh was puckered like pouty lips below my left knee. I had felt nothing before but as soon as i saw the injury, the pain hit and i burst into tears. I was not crying because i was injured, i was crying because the injury had gotten me into trouble with my mom.

My mom came home to find me on the chair with my leg raised up and a roll of tissue paper seating on it like a cap. She didn't scold me that day,neither did my father but the tetanus injection was enough to clear my head. I still have the scar of that injury below my knee till date. That is my scar story.

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ssjsasha (67) · 7 years ago

my biggest scars are from not buying and hodling more bitcoin and altcoins, at one point I had over 900 ether, over 534000 ripple, over 35 bitcoins...all kinds of everything and now i basically have nothing...these steem are more or less all i have left and even that will never make me enough to catch up to what i used to have....its heartbreaking and i dont go more than 24 hours without thinking how my life and stress level could of been so different

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ufxpression (56) · 7 years ago

My First Scar story happened when I was 8, I saw a kid (a young goat), close to the refuse dump at a friends house. I was really fascinated by the goat eating some of the waste which was located close to the dump so I gave the goat a chase. I chased the goat to the extent that I fell flat on the grass and my knee hit a Big Stone, I still have the scar till date. since then, I had stopped chasing animals whenever I saw them.

The stone was this Big as I was told:

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4 votes

kjv1611 (38) · 7 years ago

Hello, great blog by the way, I have had many scaring stories but I would be glade to share one that I think you guys would enjoy. I hope no one judeges me, but i have death follow me my whole life. I will be sharing my story about one out of the two cousins i had die with in 10 min being with them, so here it goes. I live in a town that attracts many terrorist that vistit the smoky mountains in East Tennessee. Mybcousin and his family owned and operated a concreat staute facility, where the sold figurens. This cousin and I were very close, btotherly like. It seems people that get casted to the side by there family and ceciaty seem to attract to each other, but i truly loved him. He and I are the same age and at this time we were 35.
He was married for the second tine and things seemed to be doing well, we both had problems with drugs and alchooal, I had orderd a pizza. for pic up and my girlfriend and I were on our way back home to enjoy a movie and pizza. On the way back up the drive towards my house, there he was in the middle of the road slomped over. He just lived with his sister right below me. So as I aprothed him and stood him up, it seemed that he had been beat up, I noticed the throw up on his shirt, but I didnt smell any alcahool. I could not understand what had happened to him. After washing his face off and a new shirt, I finally found out him and his soon to be wife were in an argument. I drove him around for two hours trying to keep him from going unconscious. Now please understand I have seen him in this state many times. This has haunted me from that very day that i didnt take him to the hospital.
But after speaking with his parents they tried to send him but he fought every EMS personel. Now withar said and me feeding him, he requested to sleep in the shope where he worked. I know that i shouldnt lay him down, so I sat him up wright in his set. The next morning my mother busted inside my house say that my cousin had died. This was the 2nd cousin I lost in one month do to drugs and alcohol. Guys please dont let this happen to you.
This is a small part of my testamony to coming back to Jesus. There is so many things I could have done, but Father God has shown me how close death was, it was knocking on my door. The EMS said he died with in 5min of being set down, so Im trying to do work for Christ while im here, come follow me, I will be sharing some ore crazy things God has shown me, I hope this helps someone I love you guys. And thanks for the up vote.
Jan 5 2018
A. Parton

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slayer10 (56) · 7 years ago (edited)

This is one of my stories ..It's all the stories I've saved for my little sister. I hope you like ..

Cookie Thief

One night a woman was waiting at the airport, There was a lot of time, when the plane got up. He bought a book from the shop at the airport and a packet of cookies and found a place to sit.

He had trapped himself in his book so much that the man sitting next to him was as bold as he could see that he had bought some cookies from the package between them, no matter how much he could not see.

One side was reading the book, one side was making cookies, the other was at the time, "cookie thief" slowly consuming cookies. You were in the middle of your ear watch, but you still could not stop your tics getting annoyed. He thought to himself, "If I were not a polite person, I would get the eyes of this man!"

When he reached out to each cookie, the man extended his hand. Finally, when a single cookie was left in the pantry, he said to himself, "What shall we do now?" The man, with a nervous smile on his face, doubled to the last cookie and the second cookie. He gave his half to the mouth while he was throwing the cookie, to the other half-woman.

The woman took it as if it was a cook, and she took the cookie from the man's hand and said, "Oh my god, what a bold and rude man, even a thank you!" He did not remember his life so annoyed.

When your flight was announced, let's have a drink. To the collective goods and the walk-in door, "Cookie thief" na, even if he did not look back. He sat on the plane and sat on his comfy chair, Then stretched out, to his book, which was about to be finished.

As he extended his hand to his bag, his eyes opened with surprise. He was standing in front of your eyes with a packet cookie! He cried in despair, "If these are my cookies, and the others shared it with me and shared every cookie! "He realized that he was too late to apologize, he was a" cookie thief "who was sadly, rude and daring.
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conradsuperb (67) · 7 years ago

Ok, here goes mine... I was in the 1st grade, riding the bus to school and I was trying to impress the little girl sitting in the seat across from me... I jumped up in the air and then came down hard as the bus driver hit an enormous bump in the road.. I shot back up into the air (bc I was so small at the time) and came down vigorously and smashed my head on the metal bar on the side of the bus... cracked my head open and my winter coat which was yellow at the time soon changed colors to a bloody red lol now I have a scar on the back of my head from where I had 18 stitches

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anjkara (55) · 7 years ago

Ah those psychological scars take the longest to heal, if ever. Lovely glimpse into scars.

I'm riddled with scars but my favourites are from the tiger attack.

Ok, not really a tiger attack but that's what I told my kids and grandkids when they were little.

During my first pregnancy, I gained A LOT of weight. The rapid stretching of the skin made it look like I'd been clawed -- each side of my belly button -- by a tiger.

The scars have faded now, but they're still my tiger attack scars.

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bdl1165 (42) · 7 years ago

when i was a kid we had a very tall tree in the backyard that was positioned over a spike fence, my brother and i decided to get some rope and climb the tree(which went amazing well) things went wrong we we tried to rappel down the tree, mind you we were 5 and 6 yrs old, i grabbed that rope and did my best GI JOE impersonation and slid down the robe like it was greased, i landed butt cheek first on one of those spikes and was kinda stuck there , my brother finally got down and helped me off of the spike and we walked up to the back door of the house, it was a sliding glass door and my mother was on the phone, so after a minute or two i just turned around and pointed at my butt, and all hell broke loose, i never cried once until we ended up in the E,R and i had to stick my head in the chair with my butt sticking up in the waiting room, i think the 10 scar on my ass is not quite as bad as the scar on my psyche from having my ass hanging out in a room full of strangers.

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izge (51) · 7 years ago

When i almost got caught sleeping with another man's wife was my scariest experience.

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yoelvis11 (33) · 7 years ago

Hola bienvenido a esta comunidad steemit te deseo suerte feliz año espero enero sea de muchos éxitos para ti .

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kingxerxesdex (54) · 7 years ago

but ut is really not easy if you a deep sunken scar due to chicken fox. that is what hapen to me last 2016. good thing some remedies has been made to my face.

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hopehuggs (67) · 7 years ago

It is not always easy, no, thank you for sharing your story though.

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maxwell95 (61) · 7 years ago

RESSURECT MY HEART

I hate the fact that I still hurt when I think of you.I know its all lost gone faded and blown away like dust but i wonder why I still can't get rid of the orange sticky note you gave me " reminds me of how much you loved and cherished me ".It's still inside my wallet to date since thats where you told me to keep it " The little memories I hold on to"
Never wrote this to you expecting a reply.I don't expect any either...All the same I hope you doing fine...my dearly beloved Ex...
Oops!!! I forgot something important.
Am pretty sure you heard of my death. I take this opportunity to welcome you to to my funeral :)
Well...about my burial!! It's taking place right now inside my mind and the orange sticky note will be the burial stone.
My heart finally succumbed to the injuries and wounds you left me with. You knew i wasn't gonna survive this right? Well thanks to you I eventually died. My feelings gone,my emotions all gone.
What worries though is how my ghost still remembers,recalls,thinks,hurts,weeps reminisces those days we had under the sunshine and the nights under the moonlight...I don't think I will Rest in Peace
The thoughts and memories goes on and on and on probably to eternity.Even in the afterlife,you are still "loved".
I know this the point where you wouldn't know what to say and a point where i'd put a smack on my face cause it's true I'm dead to you :) .
Anyway I killed my ego too...and it sure feels nice writing down a skeleton of my feelings to you just like in the old summer times when flowers would bloom ,the wind would whistle sweet symphonic tunes as me and you danced along with the trees.The sun would look at us and smile as the streams within us would flow making us fall just like water-falls.
All that's left of it now is dried leaves... sticks,bones ,stones,a cold heart..darkness and regrets.Sorry for being a snub .No matter how much I avoided and ignored you after our breakup, I never really got to feel what I really wanted to feel ;redemption, satisfaction,healed,avenged.
Anytime i'd listen to Ed sheeran's Perfect i'd get all moody,emotional and literally cry outside and inside. Not because I'm a cry-baby,No!! No!!
But because It reminded me of your perfection .It reminded me of how amazing and perfect our love was. And yes ofcourse! It's a really good song.
All the same it is written that "I'm the one who was gonna come back knocking at your door".But it's okey to say "I moved on" if at all that's what it looks like.

Yours loving,
Maxwell Bruno.

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frank1in (60) · 7 years ago

my story about the scar is not very fun ... As a child when I was 5 years old, I was in kindergarten and played with children. We skated on a swing which was powered by a large wheel in the center. This old round swing for 6 seats. At that moment I was alone in it and greatly developed. When suddenly my head began to spin and I flew out of it at high speed, and then fell and hit my head against a large stone. I did not feel the pain, I just got up and I had a forehead in my blood and my head was spinning.
after that, I had a scar on my forehead.
This is one of the stories, in childhood the children are energetic, so I ask all parents to closely monitor their children ..
Thank you

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dugyfresh (34) · 7 years ago

My scar story is the Wannabee Cowboy

  I have scars on my arms and hands that came from my extreme allergy to poison ivy. I had a real bad case of it when I was very young and gullible and read online on some random cowboy forum that rubbing tobacco in it helped. The sarcastic humor went over my head. I actually rubbed pipe tobacco on my ivy and still have the scars to prove it.

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tj5553 (50) · 7 years ago

Great post, thank you for sharing @hopehuggs! Everyone most certainly has their scars, some deep, some not, some visible, some hidden.

One of my scars, though it is mostly faded nowadays, was a cut across my stomach that I got when I was around 3 or 4.

We used to have one of those Little Tikes cars that you sit in and roll around with your feet, Flintstone's style. Well for some unknown reason, I decided I wanted to open the gate, which would require undoing the lock at the top.

Being a small child, I could not reach the lock, so I came up with a brilliant idea! I decided I would climb on top of the car and unlock the gate!

Needless to say, this ended poorly when the car rolled out from underneath me and I fell, obtaining a shallow cut about 4-5 inches long on my stomach from the gate latch (think of a thick, very dull vegetable knife, sticking out of the gate).

My parents heard me crying and rushed out to the backyard to check and see what happened, saw the blood, freaked out and rushed me inside.

I did not think much of it at the time, or even for a good number of years afterward, but every now and again I think back on it and realize how blessed I was to have an angel watching over me. If I had fallen an inch, or even half an inch closer to the gate, I may not be here today to type this comment.

Fortunately, this is not the case as God was clearly watching over me. In the end, all I was left with was a faded, superficial scar to remind myself of how blessed I am, and what could have been.

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scottdw (30) · 7 years ago

My first scar was acquired before I was even old enough to see colors.

I was 2 weeks old, and when my mother tried to feed me, I would projectile vomit the contents of my stomach across the room.

My mother said it was quite impressive ... the distance my vomit would go.

However, it was symptomatic of a condition called pyloric stenosis. https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/pyloric-stenosis/symptoms-causes/syc-20351416

This condition is more common in boys than girls, and requires surgery to fix it.

At 2 weeks old, the only way to administer intrevenous medication is through the scalp, and that was how it went for me.

I had surgery to repair the pyloric valve that separates my stomach and small intestine. This would enable me to eat and supply my body with nutrients.

After the surgery, my father was able to see me, and because of the placement of the IV, fluids had built up on one side of my head, giving my noggin a lopsided, swollen and misshapen appearance. My father told me that he wept when he saw that.

Fortuntely, I survived and grew up to be a healthy person. Now in my early mid-century years, the scar I acquired at two weeks old is a constant reminder of my father, who passed over to the other side more than 2 years ago.

I love you and miss you, Dad.

Please, #helpmegrow

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kayleigh-alesta (51) · 7 years ago (edited)

As a child I was a nightmare for my parents. When I was 7 years old (this was a busy year for me) I got a four inch scar on my knee from rollerskating garbage to the dumpster and fell right on a big piece of glass. Then same year I got my first bike...five days later I was riding it super fast and slid bike and all halfway under the metal chain link fence...leaving me with many scars under my right rib. Which that same year I also was sitting on that same chain link fence tried to jump down.... jeans got caught and I fell face first busted my head open hanging there screaming...left a huge scar now under my hair. Then when I was 9... I was at the playground swinging as I high as I could and just my luck the chain unhooked I fell straight to the ground and a ton of heavy chain fell on me... I was so black and blue..the doctors questioned my parents thoroughly for abuse (really mental scar)..I later learned. Same year I was riding my bike up on a high hill sideways tire slipped on a rock and me and a bike slid all the way down on my side..numerous scars on left side of body. Then of course anybody who has read some of my earlier stuff knows that from age 13 till 5 years ago..I was a cutter...so I have many self inflicted scars. Then my most devastating scar was my 19 year very abusive marriage. .mental and physical scars. Well theres my story :) -kayleigh

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