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dugitman

2016-04-02 9:21:23 PM

Those of us who grew up with brothers and sisters invariably got involved with a mishap from horsing around, or just being stupid kids whose daring exceeded the frailties of our human bodies. Even though broken bones and stitches seem to emanate from young brothers rough-housing or trying to out daredevil each other, my sister firmly believed in utilizing any weapon handy on me when the argument escalated beyond shouting each other down.

Although most of the injuries we suffered were the result of an argument or an escalating competition, after the shock of seeing blood, bruises, or broken bones, my sister and I would always bond together with the same ridiculous position-- "WE GOTTA STICK TOGETHER SO MOM AND DAD DON'T FIND OUT ABOUT THIS!". After a little snit when we were 10 or 11 which ended up with three of my knuckles cut literally down to the bone, I distinctly remember Stef wrapping gauze around my hand while I used an entire roll of paper towels to sop up blood splattered around the bathroom. Our plan? I'd keep my hands in my pockets that night until they scabbed over. This worked for about 30 seconds until mom had us both by the ears hauling me to the doctor's office to be stitched up so she could kill both of us later.

So how did you and your siblings get each other injured, and how did you handle it in the face of impending doom once mom or dad found out?

doglover

2016-04-02 9:24:14 PM

I'm an only child.
Now.

STDMan69

2016-04-02 9:25:44 PM

I was doglover's brother but he creeped me out so I faked my death.

baorao

2016-04-02 9:26:06 PM

Tree Elevator:
1 piece rope tied to a tree
1 piece PVC threaded by that same rope
1 knot tied at the base of the rope, in this case the knot is smaller than the diameter of the PVC.
Note: the Tree Elevator is really only designed to work in the DOWN direction.

This should have been a sibling injiry

baorao

2016-04-02 9:27:48 PM

baorao: Tree Elevator:
1 piece rope tied to a tree
1 piece PVC threaded by that same rope
1 knot tied at the base of the rope, in this case the knot is smaller than the diameter of the PVC.
Note: the Tree Elevator is really only designed to work in the DOWN direction.

This should have been a sibling injiry

Injury. But I decided to go first to prove to all of my younger sibling critics that my design was safe.

It was not. And I sat on a donut for 3 weeks during the summer of 7th grade.

mama2tnt

2016-04-02 9:29:51 PM

My youngest remembers me fighting his brother a couple of times and of course, idol-worshiping his bro, believed I was the bad guy.

When he was old enough, I finally told him the truth: those "fights" were actually me pulling his brother off him so there wouldn't be a murder.

His brother REALLY had trouble controlling his temper and seriously wanted to hurt him - and with his strength, he would've killed him.

/and I refuse to clean that up

Incorrigible Astronaut

2016-04-02 9:34:18 PM

When I was seven and my sister was two, she threw a rather large rock at my forehead that went deep and needed four stitches. Luckily, it didn't cause any permanent damage that I'm rocketships monkey dishwasher

texdent

2016-04-02 9:34:33 PM

My older brother has caused all of my injuries, not intentionally mind you...

First injury
When I was about a year old or so, my mom did something that caused my brother, who was 2 at the time, to get mad at her. He went to his bedroom and slammed the door. Unknown to him at the time, I was most likely following him and when he slammed the door, it caught my right middle finger, scraping the skin off of it. My mom found me in a pool of blood. She rushed me to the hospital where they took skin off my right index finger to wrap around my middle finger and skin from the inside of my right wrist to wrap around my index finger and I guess they just sewed my wrist up. I once saw a pic of me wearing a cast that was up to my elbow.

Second injury
When I was about 8, the family was about to leave to go on vacation. While packing up, I was in the car with my head out the back window. My brother comes along and puts something in the front seat and closes the door. I guess I was leaning to far forward because the door scraped my forehead resulting me in getting stitches and unable to go swimming

Third injury
When I was about 13, my brother finds a whip that had been bought years ago in Mexico...which is a story upon itself...and uses it to wrap around my younger brother's ankles and then pulls. He lands on his butt. In a moment of stupidity, I decide that looks fun and wrap it around my ankles and he pulls. Instead of landing my butt, I land on my right knee dislocated it. It was not fun popping it back into place. Dad didn't think it was that big of a deal and told me to sleep it off. Well I could barely walk the next day but rather than taking me to the doctor, we went bowling. It was only after I got back to my mom's, did she take me to the doctor. I got a knee brace and everything. Sometime later I did have surgery on it and while it's not 100%, it's at least not in danger of dislocating anymore though I can't really run because of it.

Lava Lamp Repairman

2016-04-02 9:38:36 PM

When my youngest sister got her first filling and complained about the discomfort, I convinced her to chew on a piece of aluminum foil.

/yep, CSB

mama2tnt

2016-04-02 9:40:30 PM

texdent: ....

Yeah, I have a sister who tried to kill me or make me disappear many times over our childhood.

But not by accident.

The Headless Horseman's Headless Horse

2016-04-02 9:51:06 PM

I have one brother and one sister. I'm the oldest, followed my sister and brother, and all two years apart.

I was probably seven, so you can do the math for the other two. My sister and I had a running gag where we'd try to be the first to blurt out a specific street name each time my parents drove passed it.

We're riding in the back of my parents Bronco, my brother in the car seat in the middle with my sister and I on each side. We're coming up on the street and I'm getting ready to blurt it out. The second we go passed it I lean over to yell out "Olive Street!", but my sister has the same idea. Our faces are maybe two inches from each other yelling the same thing when my brother, right between us, grabs the backsides of each of our heads and *BAM* smacks them together.

My sister and I sort of groaned, looked at each other and then saw my mom looking at both of us from the front seat. We then looked at my brother, sitting there with a shiat-eating-grin, before he giggles "Olive Sweet!"

Nothing serious injury wise. A few bruises, but it's been a source of laughter for the better part of 25 years now.

Doktor_Zhivago

2016-04-02 9:55:45 PM

My dad was putting up curtain rods

For some reason my toddler aged brother had just got out of the bath and was running around butt ass naked

He bumped into my dad and the drill fell and landed bit first in his left ass cheek

My dad then had to explain this terrible accident to the ER personnel

lindalouwho

2016-04-02 9:56:38 PM

While I was in the ER with my mom, getting a tetanus shot from stepping on a rusty nail while exploring the remnants of a freshly demolished slaughter house with one sister, my grandmother brought in my youngest sister. The screen door had just been changed to glass for cold weather, and running out she pushed hard and put her arm through it. As we were leaving, my dad arrived from work with a couple toes smashed.
She didn't get hysterical but they did sedate my mom.

/it was a family affair

lindalouwho

2016-04-02 9:59:54 PM

Doktor_Zhivago: My dad was putting up curtain rods

For some reason my toddler aged brother had just got out of the bath and was running around butt ass naked

He bumped into my dad and the drill fell and landed bit first in his left ass cheek

My dad then had to explain this terrible accident to the ER personnel

Oh cripes, that reminded of this - when my youngest sister was 3, she was pulling up her pants in the bathroom and backed into the small, metal gas heater. Perfect square burn on her little butt. Poor kid.

Literally Addicted

2016-04-02 10:01:04 PM

When I was 5, I used a real razor to pretend to shave my legs. My 2 year old sister said "me too", so I did. Peeled her shin like a ripe banana. Bled like crazy and left a scar I didn't hear the end of for about 12 years.

mrshowrules

2016-04-02 10:05:29 PM

My sister closed the house of door when I had my finger stuck in the hinge crack. While I was trying to work up to a scream she pushed the door again because it wouldn't close. I was 7 or 8. It was spraying blood like a mini fire hose.

The skin was hanging off the end of my finger and you could see the bone poking out. A skilled doctor stitched the whole thing and it is OK now but with a obvious scar.

daRog

2016-04-02 10:06:38 PM

I have no cool or funny stories for this topic. My brothers and I were brutal to each other.

the_celt

2016-04-02 10:06:58 PM

I have two sisters. They are both younger and more intelligent than I. They wisely avoided me growing up.

/too many injuries to remember

ginandbacon

2016-04-02 10:15:29 PM

My brother and I got into it, but mostly we tried to protect each other from the world.

a particular individual

2016-04-02 10:18:02 PM

When I was about 13, I made a platform in the rafters of the garage. It was my "fort," or whatever. Access was via a rope ladder. My older brother (18 months) made a game of trying to infiltrate it. So, I tied a knotted rope to an automotive spring--about 15 pounds of steel--and set the spring on one of the rafters. He ran in, grabbed the rope, and brought that hunk of steel right onto his head.

At that instant, I thought "What the Hell was I thinking?" and "I'd probably better stay up here for awhile.

monty666

2016-04-02 10:20:01 PM

I grew up in the country. When we were teenagers, before we were legal to drive, our parents used to let us drive the farm truck around on the gravel roads and in the fields. I mean, there wasn't much danger in it, a car would pass by maybe once an hour or less, and the road was about half a mile away from our house. We were always fighting over who got to drive the truck.

One time our folks were gone to town. We lived like 20 miles away fr om the nearest small town, so we knew they would be gone for a while. As usual, we started fighting over who would get to take the truck out for a drive. It wasn't real fighting, just siblings being jerks to each other. She had a friend over and my cousin Jason was hanging out with me. We were probably putting on a show for them.

Anyway, she got the keys, and her she and her friend jumped into the cab of the truck and starteed it up. I jumped on the back bumper, figuring I'd either jump off or just climb into the back of the truck if she started driving. It was a big truck, a 78 Chevy 4x4.

So I'm on the bumper, Jason is off to the side, and she starts backing out. I don't know what evil got into me, but I let myself fall under the truck as she was backing out. I knew I wouldn't get hurt, because it had such huge ground clearance, then I just laid there, face down.

Jason started screaming "You ran him over! He's dead!" and she stopped and they jumped out, freaking out, then I couldn't stop myself from laughing, and I just looked over at them. I didn't actually get hurt, but I scared the hell out of them.

Actually, I noticed later that there was a scuff mark on my arm where one of the tires had brushed me.

jasonvatch

2016-04-02 10:30:06 PM

I was thirteen, so my brother was six. He found a 27" bicycle inner tube and decided he wanted to use it for a swing. There was a tree in the yard with a branch that had a broken-off stub from a smaller branch. "Can you hook it on that?," he asked, so I did. The stub was about seven feet above ground.

I thought it was a good idea to test it myself first, so I sat in the tube and slowly allowed it to take all my weight - maybe 120 pounds. My butt was mere inches from the ground when I discovered what it's like to be inside a sling-shot. The branch stub detached and hit me in the back of the head, resulting a an ER trip with stitches.

I started freshman year high school two days later. As my actual last name begins with "B", I was in the front row in every single class.

monty666

2016-04-02 10:30:18 PM

Mostly though, we hung together pretty tight. There were only two of us, until my younger sisters came along ten years later. And in Saskatchewan we were usually the only Indian kids in the school, so I always watched out for her.

Praise Cheesus

2016-04-02 10:35:03 PM

As one of four kids and the biggest asshole of the four, I have sustained more sibling injuries than I can count.

However, the most memorable one was not due to the severity of the injury, but the cover-up to hide the injury and damages from the mom-unit.

My younger brother and I were playing baseball in the front yard. I'd pitched him a slow curve and my brother got every last bit of it. He hit a line drive, right back into my forehead, and rang my bell good. That ball bounced back off my forehead and went straight through the plate glass front window of the house.

The sound of the breaking glass struck fear into my little brother's heart, but not as much as the fury of dad coming out the front door, demanding to know who threw the ball. Dad pointed at me, as I was finally starting to get my wits back, sitting on the lawn hoping that headache would go away.

"Dad, she didn't throw the ball through the window. She pitched it, I hit it and it bounced off her head."

Dad knelt down to take a look. A large goose egg was forming in the middle of my forehead and I probably failed the three question test for concussion. Dad yelled for his mom, had her call the glass guy (trust me, with my siblings, Dad had all kinds of professionals in his Rolodex - glaziers, automotive paint and body, tree trimmers and men who earned their livings doing things dad couldn't), loaded me into the car and hauled ass for the ER.

Sure enough, I was concussed. The doctor gave him the instructions (no sleep, test for memory and cognitive function, no aspirin) and then dad whisked me off to the barber shop for a new set of bangs to hide the bump in the middle of my forehead. By the time we got back, the new window was in place (because Lou had replaced it so many times that he kept the measurements on file) and the plan was laid that I was going to work with dad that night so he could keep an eye on me.

It was at my parents' silver anniversary party that mom finally found out. As the cheap champagne flowed, stories were told and Lou popped up with "Hey, how'd the kid do after Short Stuff rang her chime with the baseball off the forehead?"

MIAppologia

2016-04-02 10:43:08 PM

I had nothing to do with this (well, not much), but when my sister and I were still in elementary school, she had her friend Laura sleeping over one Friday night. They'd camped out in the den (which was standard anytime we had friends over), and had already pulled most of the cushions off the couch to build a fort. I was in charge, since I was the oldest, but they were getting on my nerves, so I walked out.

Not 10 minutes later, I hear screaming. I rushed back in, and my sister is lying on the floor, bawling. They'd piled cushions on a chair, and my sister had climbed on top to sit there, but then she forgot that there was no longer a back to the chair, and she'd leaned back, and fallen over backwards. Unfortunately, the chair had been pushed right near the fireplace, where there was a solid brick stoop, and she'd flung her arm out to catch herself, and ended up striking the edge of the stoop. She broke both bones in her forearm, and it was just dangling there, like she had a new elbow.

I still remember my dad trying to hold her still as I was trying to force her sneakers on her feet and attach the velcro before they went to the hospital. She ended up needing surgery, and they installed 2 metal plates to straighten her arm back out. She's almost 40 now, and still has those huge scars today. That dumbass. :)

MIAppologia

2016-04-02 10:49:21 PM

monty666: I grew up in the country. When we were teenagers, before we were legal to drive, our parents used to let us drive the farm truck around on the gravel roads and in the fields. I mean, there wasn't much danger in it, a car would pass by maybe once an hour or less, and the road was about half a mile away from our house. We were always fighting over who got to drive the truck.

One time our folks were gone to town. We lived like 20 miles away fr om the nearest small town, so we knew they would be gone for a while. As usual, we started fighting over who would get to take the truck out for a drive. It wasn't real fighting, just siblings being jerks to each other. She had a friend over and my cousin Jason was hanging out with me. We were probably putting on a show for them.

Anyway, she got the keys, and her she and her friend jumped into the cab of the truck and starteed it up. I jumped on the back bumper, figuring I'd either jump off or just climb into the back of the truck if she started driving. It was a big truck, a 78 Chevy 4x4.

So I'm on the bumper, Jason is off to the side, and she starts backing out. I don't know what evil got into me, but I let myself fall under the truck as she was backing out. I knew I wouldn't get hurt, because it had such huge ground clearance, then I just laid there, face down.

Jason started screaming "You ran him over! He's dead!" and she stopped and they jumped out, freaking out, then I couldn't stop myself from laughing, and I just looked over at them. I didn't actually get hurt, but I scared the hell out of them.

Actually, I noticed later that there was a scuff mark on my arm where one of the tires had brushed me.

You do realize you're lucky she didn't get mad enough to back up and really run you over after that, right? :D

professorkowalski

2016-04-02 11:06:01 PM

I have a varied and interesting history of smashing my head on things... Trees... Rocks... Trees again... A TV... A couch... Most were not the fault of my siblings.

Most.

mama2tnt

2016-04-02 11:10:44 PM

professorkowalski: I have a varied and interesting history of smashing my head on things... Trees... Rocks... Trees again... A TV... A couch... Most were not the fault of my siblings.

Most.

Or at least that's what they told you every time you woke up.

OtherLittleGuy

2016-04-02 11:23:48 PM

TL:DR - Don't make me hangry. You wouldn't like me when I'm hangry.

Story: Flying with my sis and her husband to my brother's wedding, with a stopover. We planned to get to the hotel, them go for the rehearsal.

We ate a minimal breakfast before we boarded. We flew to our stopover, and planned on eating on the next plane. Well, that flight got delayed and delayed for hours and then finally cancelled and we had to dash for an alternate flight. I remember the flight attendants offered us the unserved sandwiches, but my sister rushed us off. The rescheduled flight had no food service, and by the time we landed, I was freaking hungry. I asked my sister if we could stop somewhere quick for a bite, and she said NO, we had to get to rehearsal, and we had to get the rental car. I was so pissed that, as we loaded the car, I slammed my sister's hand on the door. Even with a bruised hand, she drove us to my brother's and made rehersal.

To this day, my brother and sister keep reminding me about my sister's hand, but the conveniently ignore the circumstances. My wife, on the other hand, remembers to made we both have snacks on long trips.

OtherLittleGuy

2016-04-02 11:27:02 PM

OtherLittleGuy: To this day, my brother and sister keep reminding me about my sister's hand, but they conveniently ignore the circumstances. My wife, on the other hand, remembers to make sure we both have snacks on long trips.

Anoria

2016-04-02 11:29:05 PM

I can't remember whether my siblings were involved in this one or not, but I do have a good stupid childhood injury story.

The family had all been doing yard work on a chilly day in early spring or late fall. I'm by far the youngest, think I was 5 or so, and I can only assume that I had gotten whiny about being tired and cold because someone zipped me up in their insulated vest and set me on the picnic table to keep out of the way while everybody else got things done.

Thing is, the vest was much too big for me, so brilliant family member had wrapped my arms in it too. So when my hugely sensible five year old self scooted forward on the edge of the table for some reason, not only couldn't I use my arms to regain my balance, I also couldn't use them to break my fall.

Face + concrete patio -> nasty nosebleed and some scrapes. And a lifelong lesson to criticially evaluate the decisions that others make regarding my wellbeing.

monty666

2016-04-02 11:31:07 PM

MIAppologia: You do realize you're lucky she didn't get mad enough to back up and really run you over after that, right? :D

lol, I was a rotten big brother sometimes, but I really did look out for her. Plus, I was big too, like six feet tall and 200 lbs in grade 8, so people didn't mess with her.

FunkOut

2016-04-03 1:00:34 AM

I have a few scars from childhood but none were from a sibling, just my mother.

rumpelstiltskin

2016-04-03 1:25:51 AM

Sometimes, when I talk with my nephews, they tell me stories my little brother related about his childhood. Like how I taught him to catch a baseball by tying him to a tree and aiming fastballs at his head. The stories are only half true, I think, but I don't try to correct them, as I rub the dent in my skull that my older brother created with a loose doorknob he ran across when I was 4. Maybe there was another reason, a deeper purpose, behind that dent altogether, and if I could just see things through my older brother's eyes, I would understand.

wildcardjack

2016-04-03 1:54:21 AM

As an only child, I had to find ingenious ways to injure myself. Broke my hip skateboarding, scrapped knees biking, burns from playing with fire. All my own damned fault.

Praise Cheesus

2016-04-03 3:01:38 AM

Oh, I have one other tale that may amuse.

I have two daughters, born 18 months apart. The younger one is autistic, diagnosed at the age of 6.

When the older girl was 4 and her sister around 2 and a half, the eldest kept playing pranks on her sister all day, mostly taking the youngster's toys and hiding them in the front room closet. After several hours of this and repeated time outs and admonishments of the elder child, the younger one got her revenge:

After the dog brought in the mail, the younger child started peering into the keyhole of the closet door. Her sister shoved her away, and started trying to see what had fascinated her sister.

The older child had stepped into a well laid trap. As she peered into the doorknob, she didn't see her little sister grab the back side of the doorknob, pull the door back and WHAM!, smashing it into her sister's face and giving her a beauty of a shiner.

The bonus - it was the day before pictures were to be taken at school.

L.D. Ablo

2016-04-03 6:41:02 AM

I have one sister, two years younger.

When we were kids, we had one of those pull-up bars that you screwed tight in a doorframe. Twist it until it expanded enough for a firm grip. It was a lot of fun and we used it all the time.

Somehow, it loosened up a bit over time. My sister was hanging on it when it let go.

She had been looking up when this happened and the bar came down and hit her square on the forehead. She got this lump that swelled and swelled and swelled until the bump stuck out farther than her nose. Really disconcerting, and this happened in under an hour.

So off we were to the family doctor. (This happened in the early 1980s, by the way.) He gave it a good looking over and determind that there had been no fracture or concussion. Just a bruised bone and a whole lot of fluids swelling up. The swelling gradually went away in a couple of days and she was fine.

We still give her sh*t about having a thick skull.

August11

2016-04-03 7:05:30 AM

Great topic, dugitman. I don't have much to pull from on this one.

My older sister once threw me down the stairs. I remember she wound me up for the throw, and when she released I was airborne, arms flailing like a cheap television stuntman. I remember my six-year old brain processing two thoughts almost simultaneously: 1) this situation is extremely different from the norm and 2) my sister is really getting it good for this. I hit the runners about four from the bottom, so far did I fly. I tumbled and smashed into the front door making a thunderous gah-boom. Nothing broken. I was sent to my room for the night for making such a commotion and for upsetting my sister.

Astorix

2016-04-03 7:42:33 AM

daRog: I have no cool or funny stories for this topic. My brothers and I were brutal to each other.

my sister and I hate each other because my mom played favourites and my sister was the favourite. She was my mom's mini me (borderline personality disorder.) she was 8 years older than me.

She used to place a towel in the middle of the back yard, carry me there and place me there, telling me not to leave the towel or worms will go up through my feet and kill me. I was 3 or 4 at the time.

Mom finally stopped her doing that but not before she had some that several times, starting my esrly hatred of her.

Now she's eating her way into ill health, 100 pounds over weight and has gout. She ropes my parents into taking her on these expensive cruises that have all the food you can eat and free booze. She downs 2 bottles of wine a day and what ever hard liquor she sneaks in the 'library' of the cruise.

Mom and dad told me they ABSOLUTELY do not want to go on another cruise last fall.

My daughter just texted me this week that she wants to go on a cruise to Newfoundland (why the holy eff?) but my dad doesn't want to go and so the date has been postponed to 2018 because my sister is embarrassed about her gout, since her toe got infected last fall and she had to work from the home.

In 2018 my mom will be 88 and my dad 89. My daughter says she controls them. They pay for all of her cruises, of course.

If I were there I would gladly take a hammer to her toe. Reprehensible biatch.

Astorix

2016-04-03 7:44:39 AM

August11: Great topic, dugitman. I don't have much to pull from on this one.

My older sister once threw me down the stairs. I remember she wound me up for the throw, and when she released I was airborne, arms flailing like a cheap television stuntman. I remember my six-year old brain processing two thoughts almost simultaneously: 1) this situation is extremely different from the norm and 2) my sister is really getting it good for this. I hit the runners about four from the bottom, so far did I fly. I tumbled and smashed into the front door making a thunderous gah-boom. Nothing broken. I was sent to my room for the night for making such a commotion and for upsetting my sister.

sounds like your sister and my sister should be placed all tied up into an abandoned building so it can be blown up and collapsed on their worthless evil heads.

August11

2016-04-03 7:49:52 AM

Astorix: sounds like your sister and my sister should be placed all tied up into an abandoned building so it can be blown up and collapsed on their worthless evil heads.

Yeah. How did your sister turn out? Mine was also the favorite. She turned out to be a destroyer of worlds.

August11

2016-04-03 7:51:36 AM

August11: Astorix: sounds like your sister and my sister should be placed all tied up into an abandoned building so it can be blown up and collapsed on their worthless evil heads.

Yeah. How did your sister turn out? Mine was also the favorite. She turned out to be a destroyer of worlds.

Oh whoops. I should have read past the towel and worms. Evil. Yeah some siblings just ruin the world.

ElizaDoolittle

2016-04-03 8:41:31 AM

My next oldest sib was plain. Not her fault. I was pretty. Not my fault. When I was 14, I ran away from a fight in the house (my parents were having at it), and because I didn't return until I was exhausted walking, at 1am, she had to cancel a date in order to babysit the youngsters. When she opened the door, she had already taken off one of her platform shoes - hey, it was 1974 - and she proceeded to beat me with it, solely in the face. She outweighed me by a lot.

My dad was roused from a drunken stupor by my screams and lumbered downstairs and pulled her off me. She had smashed my nose, broken (IIRC) a cheekbone, and I had multiple lacerations. My face was covered in bruises, but they were minor in the bigger scheme of things.

Not so CSB, eh. The cuts healed. Through contacts, my parents managed to save her from criminal charges (she was a juvie anyway) and found a doc who could reconstruct my nose. I lost all sense of smell. I've seen a few ENTs and they agree that they can't fix trauma-caused nose injuries.

The weird thing about this is that I was reading some of the hilarious comments here and thinking, nothing like this ever happened in my family.

Until I remembered.

Astorix

2016-04-03 8:56:29 AM

mine was LITERALLY the destroyer of worlds. She was a bank loan officer during the 2008 downturn.

My parents never said that she got demoted after the downturn but she was transferred to an obscure outpost, got her salary reduced by at least 10% lost a whole lot of her staff

Astorix

2016-04-03 8:57:55 AM

ElizaDoolittle: My next oldest sib was plain. Not her fault. I was pretty. Not my fault. When I was 14, I ran away from a fight in the house (my parents were having at it), and because I didn't return until I was exhausted walking, at 1am, she had to cancel a date in order to babysit the youngsters. When she opened the door, she had already taken off one of her platform shoes - hey, it was 1974 - and she proceeded to beat me with it, solely in the face. She outweighed me by a lot.

My dad was roused from a drunken stupor by my screams and lumbered downstairs and pulled her off me. She had smashed my nose, broken (IIRC) a cheekbone, and I had multiple lacerations. My face was covered in bruises, but they were minor in the bigger scheme of things.

Not so CSB, eh. The cuts healed. Through contacts, my parents managed to save her from criminal charges (she was a juvie anyway) and found a doc who could reconstruct my nose. I lost all sense of smell. I've seen a few ENTs and they agree that they can't fix trauma-caused nose injuries.

The weird thing about this is that I was reading some of the hilarious comments here and thinking, nothing like this ever happened in my family.

Until I remembered.

man, this is turning to be an evil sisters thread. We should all invite them to a Tommy gun reunion.

texdent

2016-04-03 8:58:10 AM

And I have one for about my nephews. We're not entirely sure what happened but one nephew had to get stitches in his eyebrow because we think his brother threw Batman at him and it hit him wrong.

Astorix

2016-04-03 9:02:27 AM

my sister also destroyed her son, basically emotionally crippling him. She didn't want him to leave home and she used to sit on the couch her legs entwined with hers and she signs her Christmas cards with both of their first names, like they're a couple. It's creepy as fark.

Argh_Dammit

2016-04-03 9:03:23 AM

I dropped a frozen 2 pound block of hamburger from a 2nd story window on my brother's head.

texdent

2016-04-03 9:06:28 AM

Argh_Dammit: I dropped a frozen 2 pound block of hamburger from a 2nd story window on my brother's head.

Is your brother still alive?

TheFoz

2016-04-03 9:09:12 AM

doglover: I'm an only child.
Now.

Pics or it didn't happen.

ElizaDoolittle

2016-04-03 9:09:32 AM

Astorix: ElizaDoolittle:

man, this is turning to be an evil sisters thread. We should all invite them to a Tommy gun reunion.

Not my intention. I have three nice sisters and a nice brother. And none of them talk to the sis who did that. They were all appalled.

I'm a bit shell-shocked, I think. I saw a Miami ENT last year, and he kept asking me if I was sure I'd never had any trauma to my nose. My honest answer was, No. Sometimes you block out things.

I certainly didn't intend for the thread to be about evil sisters. Some of the stories here are so bloody funny, and not about evil sisters. From the hilarious stories here, it seems as though having a bigger brother is more of a threat.

Lt Los3r

2016-04-03 9:13:31 AM

I got a brother a few years younger than me who was also the rowdier of us two. He'd do all the stupid stuff, get dirty, hurt, whatever. I'd like to watch because it was always funny to me. One day we will playing tag with some neighborhood kids and for whatever reason my friend decided that swinging a metal pole around to knock us out would be a good idea. Luckily he only wanted to hit his or my brother, and when my brother tried to get around him to get the pole away from him, my friend made contact with my brother's face, chipping a corner of one of his front teeth off. It bled and he's had it worked on several times since then.

HighlanderRPI

2016-04-03 9:13:51 AM

I once took my younger brother down the hill of a paved road in a wagon. I was driving said wagon - Pretty normal, except I was barefoot.

I didn't think my cunning plan all the way throoooooouuuuuuuuggghhhhhhhhhhhhh

No way to stop so I ended up tipping the wagon over & we both got banged up pretty bad with road rash, scrapes, cuts and busted knees.

Argh_Dammit

2016-04-03 9:14:22 AM

texdent: Is your brother still alive?

yeah, but he's a jerk. (the two things may not be related)

LeroyBourne

2016-04-03 9:19:16 AM

My brother and I fought like wild dogs when we were kids. It wasn't until our teenage years when our separate groups of friends all discovered pot. Magically we became close. I wonder what my parents thought, 'what are the boys up to?' They're just sitting in Leroy's room watching (kevin sorbo's) Hercules chuckling about.

ElizaDoolittle

2016-04-03 9:28:52 AM

Posting ilovethisthread.jpg could not express my love for it.

It's hilarious and interesting and sad.

Calypsocookie

2016-04-03 9:28:59 AM

Not a lasting injury but when I was 8 and my sister 12 she convinced me that putting Vics vapor rub on my eyelids was a fantastic idea. When I could see again she was the first and only person I've ever given a bloody nose. My eyes still water when I smell Vics.

Badmoodman

2016-04-03 9:31:00 AM

I ate my twin....

...in utero.

bearcats1983

2016-04-03 9:33:22 AM

I swung a meat mallet at my brother when I was 10 or 11, I missed him but the mallet flew off the handle and flew through a stairwell window. I was standing at the top of the steps, the window was about 20 feet up.

My dad wasn't too pleased about having to stand on a ladder in a tight stairwell to fix that window. It's amazing I wasnt grounded for that. Oh, and the meat mallet ended up in the neighbor's gutter. I wish I had seen their faces when they found it.

hershy799

2016-04-03 9:34:26 AM

My childhood wasn't filled with some of the great stories above. Only minor injuries, really, and nothing where we had to try to hide it from Mom and Dad. Anyway...

One true sibling-caused injury: My older sister and her friends (all about 10 years old at the time) thought it would be funny to blindfold my twin brother (~6) and let him walk around. Stupidly, he agreed to it. All was fun and games until he managed to walk directly into a outward-facing corner (similar to an open door frame). Poor bastard needed stitches in his forehead. Oops.

Self-inflicted injury 1: We had just gotten about an inch of really wet, slushy snow. So my brother decides to grab a shovel, balance the handle on his chin just beneath his lower lip, then run down the driveway as fast as he could. Somewhere close to the bottom, the shovel caught a hard patch of ice, stopping forward movement. Thanks to momentum, the shovel had to go somewhere... so it shoved into my brother's teeth. Got a nice chipped tooth out of that one.

Self-inflicted injury 2: I have a skin tag underneath my armpit (either born with it, or got it at an extremely young age). At around 9 years old, I decided that I needed a bit of cosmetic surgery. I think I washed the scissors beforehand, but it's really 50-50. Did I mention that nobody told me skin tags have their own blood vessels? Well, I sure found that out!

/Still haven't told my parents about the skin tag incident, nearly 20 years later.

SBinRR

2016-04-03 9:37:19 AM

1974. I was about 8, and my sister was about 3. She was jumping up and down on my bed. I perched myself on the frame at the foot of the bed and timed my jump to land just as she did.
Success! She went flying in the air in a fine tumbling cartwheel fashion, right over the edge and straight down on the floor. Broken collarbone for her, a couple ounces of butt flesh for me.

It made her tough. 1979. She has the water hose and is pointing it at me threatening to squeeze the trigger. "Don't do it". She does it. I get blasted with water in the face, then she throws the damn thing at me. I get nailed on the side of the head creating a little gash. She has already bolted across the yard and is hiding in the next door neighbor's house before I regain my senses.

Strummer

2016-04-03 9:45:52 AM

Dewey, I'm cut in half pretty bad.

Gramma

2016-04-03 9:56:03 AM

My older brother (by 14 months) hit me in the face with a shovel splitting open an eye brow when we were 7&8 years old. . He also pulled my feet when I was going up a slide and I fell face first, busting my two front teeth when we were 10& 11. . He smashed my nose with a hockey stick when we were teenagers.

He also mercilessly teased me about being unattractive. Wonder how that happened.

Jesus Christ Supertard

2016-04-03 9:56:54 AM

One time, me and my brother were horsing around and one thing led to another... I farked him in the ass. He was bleeding a lot. We had a big laugh afterwards though.

cherryl taggart

2016-04-03 10:01:24 AM

My mother sat me down at an early age and told me that I would never be smart or attractive, so I had better develop some job skills. My sister decided my ugly mug was too close to the TV and grabbed the chair I was sitting in, to haul it backwards. The chair went over and I banged the back of my skull on the concrete basement floor. The next clear memory I have is a doctor chewing my father out for not noticing that I had dried blood on either side of my head, trailing back to my ears. He had been at work, came home for supper, found me sleeping in the basement in front of the tv and made me get up for supper. I apparently slept all night, and went to school the next day, only to collapse somewhere at school. School nurse called my mother, who didn't leave her job, and instead called my dad to deal with it. It was a freaking conspiracy between my mother and my sister. Both parents are now gone, and sister is far away. I only miss one of the three.

Astorix

2016-04-03 10:01:56 AM

Gramma: My older brother (by 14 months) hit me in the face with a shovel splitting open an eye brow when we were 7&8 years old. . He also pulled my feet when I was going up a slide and I fell face first, busting my two front teeth when we were 10& 11. . He smashed my nose with a hockey stick when we were teenagers.

He also mercilessly teased me about being unattractive. Wonder how that happened.

wow, is your brother still as psycho?

ElizaDoolittle

2016-04-03 10:03:01 AM

I'm beginning to thing that only kids win the lottery.
Still, perversely, enjoying all the stories.

Astorix

2016-04-03 10:04:26 AM

cherryl taggart: My mother sat me down at an early age and told me that I would never be smart or attractive, so I had better develop some job skills. My sister decided my ugly mug was too close to the TV and grabbed the chair I was sitting in, to haul it backwards. The chair went over and I banged the back of my skull on the concrete basement floor. The next clear memory I have is a doctor chewing my father out for not noticing that I had dried blood on either side of my head, trailing back to my ears. He had been at work, came home for supper, found me sleeping in the basement in front of the tv and made me get up for supper. I apparently slept all night, and went to school the next day, only to collapse somewhere at school. School nurse called my mother, who didn't leave her job, and instead called my dad to deal with it. It was a freaking conspiracy between my mother and my sister. Both parents are now gone, and sister is far away. I only miss one of the three.

wow, your mother and sister sound like the twin horrors my sister and mother are. And I live far, far FAR away from them too. If you look at my profile I moved to Canada as a health care exile.

That wasn't the only reason.

idrow

2016-04-03 10:04:41 AM

I grew up in the 70's with 2 sisters. Lots of heavy, blunt household items to beat each other with. My one sister ripped the heavy rotary phone off the wall and threw it at my other sister's head. The handset itself solid and heavy and good for beating someone with. Another time it was one of those big glass ash trays. We used to fight over the click clacks because whoever had them would always try to beat the other with them. "Watch how close I can bang these close to your face!" We used to play dodge Jarts in the back yard and another fun game that would start off as, "how many pumps of the Daisy bb gun will it take to puncture your skin?"

We were fighting in the kitchen one time when my father got tired of listening to it and handed us all knives and yelled, "just finish it!" and walked out. We saw the contemplation in each others eyes.

Lots of bruising and contusions, but miraculously no broken bones and we made it through childhood alive somehow.

sorceror

2016-04-03 10:04:52 AM

My brother chasing me in our backyard, I'd done something to him, can't remember what. I ran into the shed in back, slammed the door closed... and he put his hand through the plate glass, cutting his fingers. Healed up okay, except for a numb spot on the tip of his ring finger.

Now, my brother grew up to be kind of a metalhead with gothish traits. Always wore black jeans and a black jean jacket, no matter the weather. Also a smoker. So one time some decent citizens were giving him the stink eye, and he flipped them off with his ring finger, and unflinchingly put out a cigarette on the numb spot. Intimidated them mightily.

A few years later, he tried it again. And discovered that nerves *can* grow back, if slowly. That time wasn't nearly as impressive. "Ah, sonovabiatch!"

Astorix

2016-04-03 10:05:33 AM

ElizaDoolittle: I'm beginning to thing that only kids win the lottery.
Still, perversely, enjoying all the stories.

when my parents go, if my sister is still alive its off to the races with that biatch.

FriarReb98

2016-04-03 10:06:44 AM

Ohhh...this topic. Do you have an hour?

Brother to me: D-cell battery to the head, because he was mad at me for something.

Sister to us: scars on opposite arms from when she was tired of our shiat on a road trip to NH (she was put between us to keep us apart) and dug her nails into us.

Meo to my brother: Well...yeah. I have at least two, possibly three of his seventeen ER visits before turning 19 to my name.

Once I was shoveling the side walkway around the house and he came up behind me, asking to help, and ended up staying close enough to get nailed with the shovel above the left corner of his lip. Small scar, which he can't hide anymore because he can't have facial hair at his job.

Then there's the time I was hitting balls near the picnic table. Being the brat he still is, he decided to sit three feet away. I told him to move several times, he refused. The next backswing dislocated his jaw. Best part? Mom saw the whole thing and I got zero punishment.

The one I dispute, because he did it to his damned self, was when he was 2 1/2 and decided to sit on top of the chest of drawers next to his bed. I tried to get him down, he shifted to get away from me and fell. So if he ever goes bald you'll see the scar straight across his hairline from where he hit the bedframe. (That one happened the night my parents were bringing my sister home from being born, so my neighbor ended up having to babysit that night.)

\greatest hits of his other ER visits include sticking his foot in the spokes of a tricycle, flipping himself over on a big wheel going down the hill in the backyard, diving into a leaf pile on top of a rock and breaking something in a pickup band vs football team game before an actual football game.
\\he's not exactly a bright boy

Billy Bathsalt

2016-04-03 10:08:19 AM

I already related the truly horrible incident once on Fark, involving me in the pool with the future supermodel, and big brother chasing little brother through a sliding glass door, so...
One time big brother was reading the comics with the paper stretched tightly about six inches in front of his face, there was only one thing to do, so I punched his face through the newspaper. He was on the back porch so I ran inside and locked the door. I watched him punch through the pane of glass next to the handle and reach his bloody hand in to unlock the door. He chased me up to my room, broke through that door and punched me in the head about ten times.
The good old days.

Gramma

2016-04-03 10:09:23 AM

Astorix: Gramma: My older brother (by 14 months) hit me in the face with a shovel splitting open an eye brow when we were 7&8 years old. . He also pulled my feet when I was going up a slide and I fell face first, busting my two front teeth when we were 10& 11. . He smashed my nose with a hockey stick when we were teenagers.

He also mercilessly teased me about being unattractive. Wonder how that happened.

wow, is your brother still as psycho?

Actually, no. He was fine once he grew up.

oukewldave

2016-04-03 10:09:49 AM

I shot my brother in the foot with my bb gun to see if it actually does break skin. It does!

yakmans_dad

2016-04-03 10:13:10 AM

More Evil Sister material.

I was around 3 and we'd just moved into our new house. The hardwood floors were still shiny and slick. Slick enough for a 7 year old sister to pull her 3 year old brother around. Particularly if he were lying on a pillowcase. So, we went spinning around the living room faster and faster until she pulled real hard and kind of sent me flying into the base of a huge (to me) copper ash tray.

The next thing I remember was a brilliant light in my eye as the emergency room doctor was stitching my eyebrow shut. Still have the scar. +60 years later.

The same sister had been with me when I fell out of a window and fractured my skull. My mother had just looked at us sitting in the open window -- she was playing bridge -- and had told my sister that we should get out of there. Someone might fall. To which she replied, "He just did."

When I was 5 I was pretending to read the funnies and this same sister wanted them. I refused and she grabbed me by the wrist.and dug her fingernail into my arm. Tighter and tighter and I still refused. This went on for 2-3 minutes until she finally gave up, throwing my wee arm back as if she were discarding rubbish. She'd found some weird spot on my arm without a pain nerve and I hadn't felt a thing. I still have the odd crescent-shaped scar. Sibling rivalry is just weird.

decloaked lurker

2016-04-03 10:14:11 AM

Dang. Sorry that happened to you.

What happened to that sister when she got older? I'd think she'd not have a good ending given that kind of sociopathic anger issue.

I know parents think they're doing the right thing when keeping a child out of trouble like that. I believe it hurts both children more though because the one that needs to get treatment or to learn consequences totally doesn't. Totally unfair to the injured one.

Jane Austen's Afro

2016-04-03 10:14:30 AM

My cousin still has a scar on her forearm where you can clearly make out a full set of teeth from when her brother bit her 30 years ago.

lilfry14

2016-04-03 10:16:00 AM

My 2 older sisters and I were sitting on top of my bunk bed. I was probably 7 or 8 years old. Anyways, my younger 4 or 5 year old sister wants to join in the pow-wow and we say no and that it's too dangerous for her to climb up the ladder to the bunk bed.

About 30 seconds later the blanket I'm sitting begins to move and before I know it, it's pulled off the bed with me on it. I grab onto the guardrail, but it wasn't screwed in apparently and it just comes right out. I braced my fall with my hands and arms and land on the ground face-first, but relatively unharmed. The guardrail hits my younger sister in the head and she was bleeding profusely. She had been trying to climb up the ladder and grabbed onto the blanket which had been partially hanging down.

My sisters got my mom out of the shower who drove to the ER and we all waited 4 hours for my younger sister to get some staples put into her head.

yakmans_dad

2016-04-03 10:18:01 AM

Ah, I forgot my favorite injury with my sister. Flash forward to us 10 and 14. I was learning baseball and talked her into hitting a whiffle ball to me. Most of the things she hit were just ground balls and it was getting boring. Finally, she got all of one and hit it over my head. I turned and started running envisioning a real Willie Mays over-the-shoulder catch. What happened wasn't so graceful. Around 4 steps into my race for the ball, the clothesline caught me in the throat.

Astorix

2016-04-03 10:21:47 AM

yakmans_dad: More Evil Sister material.

I was around 3 and we'd just moved into our new house. The hardwood floors were still shiny and slick. Slick enough for a 7 year old sister to pull her 3 year old brother around. Particularly if he were lying on a pillowcase. So, we went spinning around the living room faster and faster until she pulled real hard and kind of sent me flying into the base of a huge (to me) copper ash tray.
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The next thing I remember was a brilliant light in my eye as the emergency room doctor was stitching my eyebrow shut. Still have the scar. +60 years later.

The same sister had been with me when I fell out of a window and fractured my skull. My mother had just looked at us sitting in the open window -- she was playing bridge -- and had told my sister that we should get out of there. Someone might fall. To which she replied, "He just did."

When I was 5 I was pretending to read the funnies and this same sister wanted them. I refused and she grabbed me by the wrist.and dug her fingernail into my arm. Tighter and tighter and I still refused. This went on for 2-3 minutes until she finally gave up, throwing my wee arm back as if she were discarding rubbish. She'd found some weird spot on my arm without a pain nerve and I hadn't felt a thing. I still have the odd crescent-shaped scar. Sibling rivalry is just weird.

those were the days when mothers played bridge. Nowadays my children don't even know what bridge is. Hell they don't even play Euchre any more. You ask them what Euchre is and they dint even know what it is.

I played Euchre through out college. Bridge, not so much. Bridge was already fading from popularity in the late 80s.

I never saw my mother play bridge without a drink. Or any parent from that era. Is that why your mom failed to notice you falling out the window?

maxheck

2016-04-03 10:24:48 AM

My first "paid" job was to break up and haul away a concrete slab at the new farm my parents had bought. I got all of $5 for a summer's work, woohoo!

Anyway, was tossing concrete chunks into the cart, and little bro ran between me and said cart.

Oh yeah, school nurse was interested about the big knot on his head the next day.

"Are your parents beating you?" "No, my brother whacked me in the head with a chunk of concrete!"

Astorix

2016-04-03 10:33:28 AM

decloaked lurker: ElizaDoolittle: My next oldest sib was plain. Not her fault. I was pretty. Not my fault. When I was 14, I ran away from a fight in the house (my parents were having at it), and because I didn't return until I was exhausted walking, at 1am, she had to cancel a date in order to babysit the youngsters. When she opened the door, she had already taken off one of her platform shoes - hey, it was 1974 - and she proceeded to beat me with it, solely in the face. She outweighed me by a lot.

My dad was roused from a drunken stupor by my screams and lumbered downstairs and pulled her off me. She had smashed my nose, broken (IIRC) a cheekbone, and I had multiple lacerations. My face was covered in bruises, but they were minor in the bigger scheme of things.

Not so CSB, eh. The cuts healed. Through contacts, my parents managed to save her from criminal charges (she was a juvie anyway) and found a doc who could reconstruct my nose. I lost all sense of smell. I've seen a few ENTs and they agree that they can't fix trauma-caused nose injuries.

The weird thing about this is that I was reading some of the hilarious comments here and thinking, nothing like this ever happened in my family.

Until I remembered.

Dang. Sorry that happened to you.

What happened to that sister when she got older? I'd think she'd not have a good ending given that kind of sociopathic anger issue.

I know parents think they're doing the right thing when keeping a child out of trouble like that. I believe it hurts both children more though because the one that needs to get treatment or to learn consequences totally doesn't. Totally unfair to the injured one.

I know my mother loved my sister better because she was just like her in every way, including being a closet lesbian. My sister was the oldest sibling and she was born at a time when gays and lesbians were still fired, put in prison and subject to shock treatment at hospitals. So my mom married very young (age 20) and had my sister very young.

By the time I came along she didn't want to be a wife and mother any more and made it very plain that I'd she had it to do all over again she would have never married or had kids. She has said over and over again how she wishes she would have 'divorced your dad years ago'

My sister also married young (age 22) and less than 4 years later was sleeping in separate bedrooms. She divorced her husband and never remarried and that was just fine with my mom. She could control her better that way.

Both of them took out their anger on me, being the youngest. The only members of my immediate family who cared about me was my dad and my brother (who died) and my dad is so whipped he can't even stand up for me.

At family get togethers my sister and my mom and dad sit on one end of the table, my sister across from my mom and they talk and talk and talk, mom telling my dad to shut up, and they don't even pretend I'm there, I sit at the other end of the table along with my kids and nephew (who mentally checked out years ago and can't stand to sit there unless he's totally stoned)

I didn't play by any of the rules. I married late, married twice and at the Justice of the peace. Nobody could control my wedding. My mom had this fantasy that she would create her own town and live in one house with me living in a house on one side of her and my sister on the other side,

I pulled the nuclear option and left the county. The toxicity level makes Fukushima look livable.

Brawndo

2016-04-03 10:36:55 AM

ElizaDoolittle: I'm beginning to thing that only kids win the lottery.
Still, perversely, enjoying all the stories.

We did. Not only that, but while all you people with siblings were reenacting Thunderdome, without siblings to blame shiat on, we're learning valuable skills such as getting away with it without anyone knowing.

Fear us.

MooseBayou

2016-04-03 10:43:52 AM

Mid-70's

I'm 14. I'm giving my 11 year-old little sister a ride home on the handlebars of my ten-speed. As we round a corner, I spot a girl that I had a bit of a crush on, so I hit the brakes to stop and chat. Kate wasn't holding on tight - she sailed off the handlebars, and face-planted on the sidewalk. For added ignominy, my front wheel parked itself right in her crack as her legs parted, like she was a human bike-rack.

Funny memory. She got over it.

PTP_Professor

2016-04-03 10:50:26 AM

I'm the oldest of 3, all boys. My middle brother is an epic wuss and never had the balls to even try and hurt me. His worst assault on me was a limp wristed slap. My youngest brother on the other hand... Broke a bottle over my head when I was 16 and he was 8. I was watching tv and wouldn't give him the remote. Another time, I was changing a lightbulb in a floodlight that was part of our Christmas display. It had rained earlier, everything was wet. I had unplugged everything to be safe. He plugged it in right as I was getting the bulb out. Nice shock there. Other incidents include him taking a saw to my leg while I was asleep, attacking me with a hay knife, and more.

Worst injury was actually from my best friend. We were building a rock wall in the creek so we could have a pond. We were 7 at the time, and he dropped a heavy rock on my hand. Next thing I know, he's covered in my blood, and my left ring finger is smashed. From in front of the top knuckle to the tip, it was gone, just hanging by a flap of skin. Neighbors heard us screaming, rushed me home. Dad packed my hand in a bucket of ice and threw me in the car. He was driving close to 120 down a 45mph stretch of road to get me to the ER. They did surgery to save my finger and reattach the tip. 23 years later, the nerves are starting to get feeling back.

Found out later that night that my grandfather had died that morning.

RabidRythmDivas

2016-04-03 10:51:18 AM

yakmans_dad: Ah, I forgot my favorite injury with my sister. Flash forward to us 10 and 14. I was learning baseball and talked her into hitting a whiffle ball to me. Most of the things she hit were just ground balls and it was getting boring. Finally, she got all of one and hit it over my head. I turned and started running envisioning a real Willie Mays over-the-shoulder catch. What happened wasn't so graceful. Around 4 steps into my race for the ball, the clothesline caught me in the throat.

My only sibling injury I can think of also happened during whiffleball. But I was almost 20 and my little half-brother was about 4. I was pitching to him using one of those little lightweight thin plastic whiffleballs that looks like a molded baseball, luckily not the heavy plastic kind with the holes in it. My little bro was big and strong for his age (he's now about 8 inches taller than me) and he could really give that little whiffle ball a good whack. So I should have known better than to stand too close. I threw him a nice meatball right across the plate and he smashed it back right at my face. I was wearing glasses, and it knocked the lens out and the edge of the lens hit my eyeball. I was freaking out internally, but I tried to stay calm on the outside so I wouldn't make my brother feel too bad, as he was already very concerned. I had a perfectly vertical line down the middle of my left eye and I couldn't see anything but blurry light out of it. Looking in the mirror with my one good eye, I could see this clearly defined linear bruise on my eyeball. The doctor said I should take an ambulance to the specialist at a hospital about 40 miles away. But my dad just drove me there.

I had to wear an eyepatch for a few days, but it healed up fine. I haven't talked to little big bro about that for a long time. I think I'll give him a call.

BeckiElGee

2016-04-03 10:55:22 AM

When my brother was about 6 and I was 8, we were playing with the very heavy wood toy box lid. That thing was indestructible solid oak. Anyway, bro and I started fighting about something and I let the lid slam down. Whether or not I knew that his thumb was resting on the edge of the box is up for debate; I honestly don't remember.

To his credit, he didn't scream or cry. We lifted the lid and saw his thumbnail cracked right down the middle.

Then the blood started beading up and dripping from the crack in his nail.

By the time we got to our mom, he'd left a trail of quarter-sized drops of blood behind him. He still hadn't cried. As soon as mom saw it, she shrieked for my dad and away they went to the ER.

When they got back, his thumb was wrapped up in a huge bandage. A few weeks later he lost the nail. My mom made me look because she thought I hurt him intentionally and wanted me to witness the carnage I'd caused. All I remember is that it was black and kind of peeled off but it wasn't as gross as I thought it would be. Lucky for him, a new nail grew in and you'd never even know it happened.

Precision Boobery

2016-04-03 10:57:37 AM

When I was 12 or 13, my brother, who is 6 years older, was sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading something. He had his shirt off, head down, bare back toward me. Overcome with an impulse I have never understood, I threw a cat on him. If you don't know, when you throw a cat it will instinctively extend its claws to grab on to whatever's near. In this case, it was my brother's back. He yelled in surprised pain and I immediately took off down the hall. He caught up quickly and pushed me, my face went into the door frame, and my lower right cuspid (the bottom sharp tooth) went through my lip. I doubt he has any scars left from that incident, but I definitely do, so I guess we're even.

Bedstead Polisher

2016-04-03 11:03:48 AM

My brother is 4 years older than me. Growing up, he was healthy, in the 98th percentile or something while I couldn't gain weight even if you offered me a million Barbies, I was in the 3rd percentile or something. So I was perfect for practicing wrestling moves on during Saturday morning WWF. My brother was careful to not actually hurt me as he body slammed me onto the couch or any other wrestling move he tried on me. Of course there were probably minor injuries, but no broken bones. I never effectively fought back, but I always thought it was hilarious when my brother would head butt me and then back up and rub his injured head while I felt absolutely nothing.

The only time my brother did hurt me was when he would punch me on the arm. I would almost always start crying (keep in mind, I had no fat to cushion a punch, so it always hurt like hell) and my brother would always say, "I didn't even touch her!" That would happen at least once a week, he never learned. He really must have been soft in the head.

nanim

2016-04-03 11:06:35 AM

Brother decides that the reason he can't steer his toboggan was that he needs more 'ballast'. Convinces sister, by way of threats and cajoling, to be said ballast at the back. Found out the hard way that the reason he couldn't steer is because HE COULDN'T STEER. I still have some (now tiny) scars from sliding into that tree.

jiggs

2016-04-03 11:10:32 AM

Older brother was 4 years older than me and my uncle was 4 years older than him and I was, well, 4 at the time. So mom left a 12 year old to watch an 8 and 4 year old. Thanks mom...

They devised a game where you would run and jump onto a crochet blanket and slide down the linoleum into one of those oversized 70's pillows. This is a very 70's setup actually. Polished linoleum, crochet blankets, oversized pillows and lots of poop browns, greens, and yellows as the color pallet. There were likely short, shorts and tall white socks with red stripes around the top. Someone wore a shirt without sleeves.

Anyway, the game was a blast. Run, jump, slide through the doorway, into the hall and land on that big pillow.

My uncle and brother decided that wasn't interesting enough, so they spiced it up a bit (without telling me).

I get a full head of steam going, jump on the blanket, slide about a foot, and suddenly I'm airborn! I'm a bird on the wind! The blanket had stopped and I had been flung skyward! It was exhilarating! For about half a second, before I caught the doorway to the hall with my collarbone. It snapped and I spun out onto the hallway floor.

My brother and uncle had grabbed hold of the blanked and yanked it. They were a good bit bigger than me, so the had lifted me up in doing so. Not sure what they thought would happen, but the results were me lying on the floor of the hallway screaming.

They were sweet about it too. They didn't step on me once while they put the house back together hiding all evidence of the game. They even reassured me that my arm was fine, by taking hold of it and flapping it like a bird wing. When they realized I was indeed seriously injured, they calmly laid out the lie we would tell. All I needed to do was agree when they spoke.

Mom gets home. Lie unfolds (something about how clumsy I am). Collar bone gets set. I wear a sling for a stretch. All is well.

Fast forward 25 years. Long car ride with family. Stories being told and my older brother says something about how they broke my collar bone. Mom says, "What now?".

Brother freezes. Uncle, in his 40's, goes pale and stares daggers at my brother. I blurt out that they had made me lie. We all turned into caught little kids instantly and my mom is seriously pissed at them about a decades old lie.

It was awesome payback.

/end CSB

Viatecio

2016-04-03 11:10:45 AM

When I was a tender age of 7 years, my older brother was pushing me on a slider while at the local playground. Dad had biked us kids up there to have an Afternoon O Fun.

It really wasn't his fault. I let go (can't remember why at this point), braced to hit the ground and ended up flopping around in massive pain for a minute or two before I realized my arm looked funny and then I cried even more. Fortunate happenstance put ONE other family at the park that same day and they had driven, so they volunteered to drive me and Dad the short distance to the hospital. The docs were able to pop my elbow back into place, but my radius had to wait until the next morning for surgical repair. On Easter Sunday.

So, the brother played a part in it, but I don't think it was really his fault. If it was, I've long since let it go.

The years of incessant teasing took a little longer to get over.

Bludyard

2016-04-03 11:11:37 AM

My brother is basically a monkey without the hair or tail, so my parents had the bright idea to bring a large aluminum ladder into the living room for him to climb on. I don't know, it was a big living room. Anyway I was about six and he was about five when this happened. For some reason there was a long piece of string tied to the ladder, which was in a "W" or maybe some kind of "M" formation, and I was experimenting with slipknots. I remember tying the other end of the string to a chair and gradually tightening the string, but I didn't think my plan through. When the inevitable happened and the ladder fell down, my brother's head got in the way. There must have been a fair amount of blood but mostly I remember the screaming. He went to the doctor's office but didn't end up with stitches. It became clear it was an accident, and I was not punished. Then the ladder went back into the garage where it belonged.

Mom was more concerned about our sister, who was crawling at the time, because my brother was screaming and clearly still alive, but our sister was being quiet, but she was not involved in this particular incident.

Bludyard

2016-04-03 11:16:37 AM

Oh yeah, another time much later I threw a phone book at my sister. I thought she would duck or something, but she got huge paper cuts all over her face.

Mom was ready to spring for plastic surgery to remove the scars but they healed fine.

Wow, it looks like I'm the evil monster brother to my siblings.

Cubs300

2016-04-03 11:21:03 AM

Oooh! A CSB I can contribute too:

My brother and I are 8 years apart. One night, when he was 4, my parents went out on a date, leaving me in charge. We watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2, the one with Vanilla Ice (oh yeah!). Anyway, I told him to go to bed, which he did, but thought it would be a good idea to play Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles by grabbing a plastic sword, pretending he was Leonardo, and doing flips off his bedpost onto his bed. Well, of course, he slipped and fell backwards on to the floor. I came running into the room and saw him holding his elbow at a 90 degree angle. Now, in my infinite wisdom, I thought he jammed his elbow. So I got him an ice pack. After 20 minutes he was still wailing. So I thought "When I jam by finger, I pull on it to pop it. Maybe if I do the same with his elbow, it will work" So I told him to turn his head and proceeded to pull his arm down like a slot machine lever.

I have never heard such screaming in my life. So 30 minutes after this all started, I finally called my parents, who came home to whimpering four year old in bed, with an ice pack wrapped around his arm. They took him to the hospital, he had a cast put on his arm, and the doctor noted that it was an extremely clean break on his elbow. Like something they don't normally see. I don't know if I turned a small break into a full on celery stalk snap, but I certainly didn't help the situation at all.

No more monkeys jumping on the bed after that.

ginandbacon

2016-04-03 11:26:12 AM

FunkOut: I have a few scars from childhood but none were from a sibling, just my mother.

That is one of the most chilling things I have ever read or heard. Part of me just shut down.

ginandbacon

2016-04-03 11:30:56 AM

ElizaDoolittle: I'm beginning to thing that only kids win the lottery.
Still, perversely, enjoying all the stories.

Nope, I got this, jackpot! He's my best friend and one of my favorite people in the world :)

And yes our mother made most of our clothes and yes that is me in a leather minidress.

wxboy

2016-04-03 11:31:46 AM

My little brother and I were playing outside. We both came around a corner at the same moment and ran head-on into each other. I was uninjured, but he had to be taken to the hospital and kept overnight due to a concussion.

MadManMoon

2016-04-03 11:35:58 AM

My sister and I are adopted. She's six years younger than me. When I was eight, and she about six, we had a foster sister named April. She was a holy terror, and did everything possible to tear our family apart the six months she was with us. (Being older and wiser now, I know we were her seventh or eighth foster home, and her life was an unmitigated disaster, so I have far more sympathy for her than I did then.)

She drove my parents nuts, and she terrorized my sister constantly. I defended her when I could, but my parents always gave April the benefit of the doubt...and her time in the foster system had taught her how to play adults like a finely tuned fiddle.

Five or so months in, we're outside playing with the neighborhood kids. April carried around this gigantic purse that had, of all things, a hardcover Bible in it (not sure why, never saw her read it). Can't remember the circumstances, other than it came out of the blue, but I turned to look at her just as she'd wound up and clocked me clear across the face with the Good-Book-laden purse. I went down, hard. When I stood up, I looked at her, very matter-of-factly, and said, "You're dead."

Apparently she could see by the look in my eyes that I was serious, so she took off running into the backyard, where my father was raking leaves. She ran to the shed in the back corner of the yard, and I had her cornered. I grabbed her by the shoulder, shoved her against the shed, and pulled back my left arm, fist balled.

My father, watching the whole thing, released all the rage he'd built up over the five months of her assault on our family. He threw the rake down and yelled, "HIT HER, MADMANMOON! HIT HER!" He was smashing his closed right fist into his left palm as he screamed.

I looked back and popped her right between the eyes. It was a wimpy eight-year-old's punch, and she didnt't even go down, but she didn't mess with me much after that. My parents demanded she be removed and she was gone a week or two later.

I know it's not my family's proudest moment, but I can still hear the frustration and jubilation in my dad's voice over twenty years later.

cryinoutloud

2016-04-03 11:38:38 AM

My brother closed my little finger in a car door when I was about three, they had to sew the tip back on. He pushed me out of a big tree when I was about five, (he was mad at me about something), and knocked me out. He was so panicked when he saw what he had done, he covered me with grass and left me there. He also pushed me off a brick wall once into a rose bush, and I was a bloody mess He also introduced me to drugs when I was 15.

and this is the sibling that I like.

mama2tnt

2016-04-03 11:41:10 AM

MadManMoon: She's six years younger than me. When I was eight, and she about six,

Huh?

cryinoutloud

2016-04-03 11:43:39 AM

oukewldave: I shot my brother in the foot with my bb gun to see if it actually does break skin. It does!

Oh yeah, my brother shot me with the BB gun several times, as well as everything else.
He also turned into a normal human being. Our sister became the hardcore psycho. You'll never catch her doing anything wrong. Just ask her.

jaylectricity

2016-04-03 11:46:01 AM

I didn't do it, my mom did. She used to swing my little sister around by her hands. One day my sister twisted a little awkwardly and sprained her wrist. Child abuse. What makes it funnier to me is a story my mother just told me a couple weeks ago.

Around the same time my sister's hair was very long and beautiful. Every morning my mother would brush her hair and my sister would scream saying "It hurts! No, please don't!" etc. One day my mom was pushing my sister on our backyard swingset. We lived on an Air Force base so our back yard was connected to all the back yards in our building. A neighbor came by and commented on how beautiful my sister's hair was. My mom said, "Tell that to her when I'm brushing her hair in the morning and she's screaming."

The lady looked like she had an epiphany and deadpans, "So THAT'S what you're doing."

Child Abuse.

MadManMoon

2016-04-03 11:48:46 AM

mama2tnt: MadManMoon: She's six years younger than me. When I was eight, and she about six,

Huh?

Eight minus six equals two. I never got to the end of that particular equation. Oops!

Seacop

2016-04-03 11:56:07 AM

I pushed my brother into the bushes, a stick pierced his skin ino his at the webbing between his index and middle fingers - 3 stitches, "He fell"
I was walking the top cross board on a six foot fence when my brother pegged me with a rock and I fell into the alley - concussion. "I fell climbing the fence"
I was swinging the garden hose like a whip while the water was running. I smacked my brother in the face with the metal tip. - Chipped tooth. "he fell"
Brother threw a stick in my spokes while riding bike. flipped over. - Road rash on face, probable concussion. - "I fell"
Playing street hockey, my brother, intentional high sticking to my chin. - 6 stitches, probable concussion. "I fell"
Pushed my brother out of a tree. - Swollen ankle. "He fell"

There's a lot more. Mom and dad thought we were clumsy as hell. Well, mom did, I'm pretty sure dad knew the deal.

Tippy Tippy Toes

2016-04-03 11:58:21 AM

I have 6 sisters and I'm the third oldest. When I was about 9 or 10 (late 60's), my 3 younger sisters and I were playing outside. We had a toy in the yard that had 4 seats and bars for your hands and feet. When you pumped your hands and feet back and forth it went around in circles (even if no one was on a seat the hand and foot bars moved back and forth). My next younger sister and I thought it would be great if we tied up our younger sister while she was on it and spun it around. She fell off and every time a seat when by her the foot bar wacked her in the head. Good times.

The 13th Jurist

2016-04-03 12:02:45 PM

Some interesting stories in this thread.

I'm actually kind of surprised that I didn't fight with my younger brother more when we were kids. He had (and still has) a severe anger problem and tends to treat my parents like shiat whenever we all gather in upstate New York for Christmas or Thanksgiving.

That being said, one incident stands out in my mind. While I don't remember the exact year, this had to be twelve or thirteen years ago at least.

My dad was driving my brother and I somewhere in our Dodge minivan. My brother had been doing something to really annoy me, and had been getting on my nerves all that day. So, I kind of lost it. While I was sitting in the front passenger seat, I dropped my seat back onto his knees and started whaling on him as hard as I could. Did I mention that my dad was still driving?

He started yelling at us to stop, pulled over, and had to physically separate the two of us. No injuries, but, looking back, I'm still surprised it happened.

My dad still brings it up occasionally. My sister and I are--as much as I don't want to really believe this--probably the favorites in the family (she's the youngest child and I'm the oldest). This is probably because we don't continually try to undermine my parents when we're around them. I don't think my brother will ever get out of his bullying phase--that's just who he is.

spunkymunky

2016-04-03 12:03:10 PM

When I was younger my parents owned a Diner. One evening, while they were cleaning up my 4 year old self was running around and raising hell while my 7 year old sister tried to help by sweeping the floor. As I ran by her she tripped me with a broom and I fell face first into one of the tables. Being that it was a booth table and against the wall the table didn't move. I ended up biting through my lip. They took me to the town doctor who lived half a mile away and he stitched me up without any pain relief. I still have a scar under my lip where I bit through.

For my kids the best thing that's happened so far is when my middle child was 2. His big sister dressed him up in a fairy princess dress and high heels (she had the same type of stuff on, too) and he was running all over the house with her. She ran down the stairs to the basement. So did he. He tripped and fell and busted his collar bone. I was at work so I didn't hear about it until I got home an hour after it happened. My wife told me what happened but said he only cried for about 5-10 minutes and then just whimpered every so often. He was definitely self splinting/chicken winging it so I knew he had busted either the collar bone or dislocated his shoulder (I do ems so I've seen enough deformities to know something is wrong but not exactly what based on his size and how he was holding it). It was fun explaining what happened to the ER and radiology staff.

knedgecko

2016-04-03 12:24:55 PM

My younger brother stuck a fork into my forearm so hard at the dinner table that it stuck there. I still have 4 little scars from the tines, some 17 or 18 years later.
He also hit me in the forehead with an old school toy train that had a metal cowcatcher on the front.
I also threw him face first into a coffee table when he tried to choke me, which cracked one of his front teeth and turned his gums purple.
Good times.

AgentKGB

2016-04-03 12:33:09 PM

I have a brother that's 7 years older than I am, and two sisters (one adopted) that are 3 years older than I am. Because of when my sisters' birthdays are, one of them was in a grade above the other (a fact she lorded over her sibling every chance she got).

When my sisters were... 7 or so they had been picking at each other all damn day. My eldest sister goes downstairs to their shared bedroom (yeah, great idea right? Having them share a room) to relax. My other sister decides to try and stick the knife in a little deeper and stomps down the stairs throwing insults around. She opens the door and gets hit in the head by a Mickey Mouse record player.

^ that thing. My oldest sister knew her sister was coming, grabbed the record player, closed it up, held it over her head and threw it at my other sister as hard as she could. Other than a slight concussion she was okay. They both got royal hell for that, including a "maybe don't poke the bear' talk to the other sister.

Disclaimer: I wasn't alive when the below story happened... I only have my family's story to go by.

My brother has a really big scar on his left arm. When he was about 4 he was happily playing in the sandbox, tripped and broke his arm badly on a metal Tonka truck. Of course, that isn't what he tells people. He tells people it happened during his time in the Army lol. On the plus side, he's basically ambidextrous now. He's really left-handed but he got so used to using his right when he busted his arm that he can use both equally well.

spoontasic

2016-04-03 12:39:58 PM

I am the oldest with a younger brother that just seems destined to be hurt in one fashion or another. Nothing ever caused by siblings (that I recall), but every few years there was a incident that would cause mom to go WTH how did you even manage that?He's had both of his feet sliced open from top to bottom, his side torn open by fan blades... The bowling ball thing takes the cake though.

One day my little (I wanna say around 5/6 at the time) comes scampering back in from playing with his equally the same age kids in the yard. He asks for a band-aid. Not seeing what was ailing him mom asked what for. He holds out his hand... and his middle finger is completely mangled. I mean I recall it hanging there but I am not sure by what, it was that badly damaged and detached. My mom starts freaking out and screaming that they need to go to the hospital. Brother equally starts flipping out because at this point he is totally sure no doctor is required, just give him the band aid. Mom rushes him off to the hospital and I am left with our middle brother and the task of figuring out just what the hell happened. It didn't take too long.

a 13 year old saw the group of younger kids playing in our yard and for the laughs decided to tell them a bowling ball was just a normal ball. CATCH! At this point my brother had no idea what a bowling ball was so...Yeah. The little brat ran back home and hid. After several hours and surgeries later my parents go over to the kid's house to talk to his parents, who deny that their kid was even outside that day. My parents ended up suing I believe. These people lived across the street from us so they were pretty hostile from that point on.

After a year plus in varies stages of recovery and being told my brother probably would never use that hand that well ever again...He is fine. He has full use of his hand nowadays. One of the first things he did when it was all said and done was flip the kid across the street off. The whole thing was horrible at the time but looking back now it is hilarious recalling little him running the kitchen screaming NO DOCTOR! and I'll fix it myself! MYSELF! BAND-AID PLEASE!

Queensowntalia

2016-04-03 12:57:51 PM

I was 5 or 6 and my brother was two or three. We were in the living room, where he was proudly marching around with a chopstick sticking out of his mouth. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to stick my foot out and trip him. He landed on his chest and the force of the ground drove the tip of the chopstick slightly into the roof of his mouth. Hospital time.

Throughout my childhood my parents would periodically remind me of the time I almost killed him.

/He is fine.

Lydia_C

2016-04-03 1:10:45 PM

My older sister and I used to yell at each other more than anything else, so most of my injuries were a result of my own knuckleheadedness. But there was one time when we were goofing around at grandma's, repeating favorite lines from Bugs Bunny. Sister yells, "Hassan chop!" and brings the edge or her hand down toward me. I throw up my left hand to block. The chop lands neatly between ring finger and pinkie, and I swear the pinkie moved sideways more than it was meant to. No bones broken or dislocated, miraculously, but I did break a blood vessel. Had to keep the finger in a splint for several weeks and do pinkie-bending exercises every day. And to this day, I can manage a finger split with that pinkie just as well as I can do a proper Vulcan greeting.

LoneWolf343

2016-04-03 1:20:51 PM

My two youngest brothers would fight a lot. Sure, in a household of four boys, fights happened, but it was always the worst between those two. The thing is, the second to youngest was much better at fighting, yet the youngest was the one who would instigate the fights, because normally the second youngest is easily the most chill among us. You know what they say about bewaring the quiet ones? Well, in their preteens, second youngest gave the youngest the worst bloody nose I have ever seen. I have to live with the memory of hearing someone gurgle on their own blood. The altercations didn't stop there, because I am told that after I left, second youngest punched youngest in the face so hard that youngest required reconstructive surgery. There are years-old bloodstains on the wall from that incident.

/We all get along most of the time
//We had to learn peaceable conflict resolution on our own.
///Oh, you wanted CSBs. I have more CSBs about hurting or nearly hurting myself.

toejam

2016-04-03 1:28:29 PM

When I was about 8, my brother convinced me that I could get on the show "That's Incredible" (as referenced in the classic "TV Party") if I jumped my bike off a ramp into a wall of bags of leaves. He snapped a photo just as I connected with the bags. I didn't die but I got banged up real good. Didn't get on the show.

I went on the break a vertebra a few weeks later nearly paralyzing myself.

LoneWolf343

2016-04-03 1:36:04 PM

Oh, yeah, now I just remember this story. I'm sure this will get me on a few users lists.

When I was about 12 or so. I had just come out of the bath. When I exited, by youngest brother, who was a toddler at the time, was throwing a fit about something. He was storming around, wagging his fists and screaming. He bumps into me, and, caring only about his tantrum and nothing about the well-being of others, and since he was exactly the right height...

...the little bastard bit my dick.

He wasn't gentle either. Couldn't piss for a whole day. Still hurt for a while after that.

/it's a surprise the little guy still works after all of the abuse it has suffered over the years.
//giggity

toejam

2016-04-03 1:45:35 PM

My brother and I once had an epic fight that lasted a couple hours and weaved around the neighborhood. It was a bit like the Peter Griffin/chicken man fight. Fists, logs, kicks, rocks. At the end I was in an altered state of pure rage. I grabbed a broom stick and threw it at him as he ran away.

I'd never before or since had a moment of absolute flow, total intensity, and focus. As the stick flew, it was so true that I only saw the circle of the end of the stick get smaller and smaller until it hit him directly between the shoulder blades. He went down like a buffalo. I remember holding the stick to the sky as I put one foot on his back and howled like an ancient hunter over his prey.

I can't explain that moment. I've had moments that transcend normal reality (while making music, mostly) and bring you into a certain zone, but never so intensely. It's like I was all will, time stopped, my mind was completely clear.

My brother had a perfect circle of white on his back with black and blue all around it.

sinko swimo

2016-04-03 1:51:37 PM

OMG honey. I grew up in a horribly dsyfunctional family but yours is Trophy worthy. Bless your heart.

bedonkadonk

2016-04-03 1:56:27 PM

When I was 22 and living in San Diego with my older brother he grabbed me in a headlock and smashed my head into the wall at the apartment we dhared together. He was upset with me because I wanted to invest money into a fledgling pyramid scheme.

snake_beater

2016-04-03 2:41:48 PM

Once slammed my brother's head into a wall so hard he need stitches. That was fun to explain.

/course, a week later I tripped and hit my head on a sharp TV stand corner and needed stitches myself
//karma'd

cherryl taggart

2016-04-03 2:50:41 PM

sinko swimo: cherryl taggart: My mother sat me down at an early age and told me that I would never be smart or attractive, so I had better develop some job skills. My sister decided my ugly mug was too close to the TV and grabbed the chair I was sitting in, to haul it backwards. The chair went over and I banged the back of my skull on the concrete basement floor. The next clear memory I have is a doctor chewing my father out for not noticing that I had dried blood on either side of my head, trailing back to my ears. He had been at work, came home for supper, found me sleeping in the basement in front of the tv and made me get up for supper. I apparently slept all night, and went to school the next day, only to collapse somewhere at school. School nurse called my mother, who didn't leave her job, and instead called my dad to deal with it. It was a freaking conspiracy between my mother and my sister. Both parents are now gone, and sister is far away. I only miss one of the three.

OMG honey. I grew up in a horribly dsyfunctional family but yours is Trophy worthy. Bless your heart.

It's all good. I try to be a different parent to my kids. Not necessarily better, because I have my own temper, but more aware of long term consequences. If I say something, I try to make it a positive. My kids aren't perfect, but I think they know that we all trying our best. I'm also a lot better at first aid.

just_another_asshole/jaa

2016-04-03 2:51:40 PM

Can't be certain but I have some old scars that I got before I was old enough to remember that my Mother told stories about my sister(4 years older) doing some really crappy things to me. Including attempting to pull my teeth out with a pair of pliers, and the burn scars on the back of my hand that I was told I touched the side of the stove(early 50 s and not as well insulated as today s stoves are) but I think she actually held my hand there because it seems like if it was an accident it would be on the inside not the outside.

Mostly though I was much more adept at hurting myself than my sister ever was. but I in my child like wonder would go say something to her or poke at her until she got pissed and chased me around the house beating on my back until she got tired.

Also sometimes our parents would go out with the parents of her best friend and the girls would be charged wiyh "babysitting' me and her friends two brothers, both of whom were younger than me. Well they really got off making our lives hell by beating on us, my sister did a good enough job of it, but her friend was absolutely brutal, she really did beat on those poor kids until they were to afraid to even move.

When my younger half sister was born I thought it would be nice that I would be the one doing crap to her but anytime I even looked like I was going to do something to her my step-father was right there letting me know if I did he would whip me real good!

Now my cousins and I did some nasty things to each other all the time!

Antron Argaiv

2016-04-03 3:03:46 PM

OtherLittleGuy: TL:DR - Don't make me hangry. You wouldn't like me when I'm hangry.

Story: Flying with my sis and her husband to my brother's wedding, with a stopover. We planned to get to the hotel, them go for the rehearsal.

We ate a minimal breakfast before we boarded. We flew to our stopover, and planned on eating on the next plane. Well, that flight got delayed and delayed for hours and then finally cancelled and we had to dash for an alternate flight. I remember the flight attendants offered us the unserved sandwiches, but my sister rushed us off. The rescheduled flight had no food service, and by the time we landed, I was freaking hungry. I asked my sister if we could stop somewhere quick for a bite, and she said NO, we had to get to rehearsal, and we had to get the rental car. I was so pissed that, as we loaded the car, I slammed my sister's hand on the door. Even with a bruised hand, she drove us to my brother's and made rehersal.

To this day, my brother and sister keep reminding me about my sister's hand, but the conveniently ignore the circumstances. My wife, on the other hand, remembers to made we both have snacks on long trips.

I NEVER leave for a flight without my emergency Power Bar. Family makes fun of me, but I share anyway. A couple of layovers at late hours and the fun-making slows a bit.

ElizaDoolittle

2016-04-03 3:11:33 PM

cherryl taggart: sinko swimo: cherryl taggart: My mother sat me down at an early age and told me that I would never be smart or attractive, so I had better develop some job skills. My sister decided my ugly mug was too close to the TV and grabbed the chair I was sitting in, to haul it backwards. The chair went over and I banged the back of my skull on the concrete basement floor. The next clear memory I have is a doctor chewing my father out for not noticing that I had dried blood on either side of my head, trailing back to my ears. He had been at work, came home for supper, found me sleeping in the basement in front of the tv and made me get up for supper. I apparently slept all night, and went to school the next day, only to collapse somewhere at school. School nurse called my mother, who didn't leave her job, and instead called my dad to deal with it. It was a freaking conspiracy between my mother and my sister. Both parents are now gone, and sister is far away. I only miss one of the three.

OMG honey. I grew up in a horribly dsyfunctional family but yours is Trophy worthy. Bless your heart.

It's all good. I try to be a different parent to my kids. Not necessarily better, because I have my own temper, but more aware of long term consequences. If I say something, I try to make it a positive. My kids aren't perfect, but I think they know that we all trying our best. I'm also a lot better at first aid.

Good for you. Break the chain. Anyone can be a parent. Being a good one is invaluable. And I think we have seen plenty of examples here where that didn't happen.

mwenye_kichaa

2016-04-03 3:13:44 PM

I was kind of the evil sister but my brother and I never really hurt each other intentionally, even though we -seem- like we're beating on each other. We never exchange blows hard enough to hurt so any injuries have always been accidents during horseplay...

I have a perfect crescent-shaped scar at the base of my thumb, back of my hand, that I tease him saying he stabbed me with his thumbnail. I don't remember if he actually did or not.

We've smacked our heads together a lot. We've also smacked each other against couch or chair arms a lot - I gave him a very mild concussion once when the back of his head hit the part of the couch arm that wasn't cushioned. I think he was eight. When I was six I put one of my teeth all the way through my lower lip when I smacked my chin against the arm of a different couch, he and I had been pushing each other around.

Riding bikes around a school one day (I'm probably twenty by this point, he's three years younger) he rides right under a chain across the school's parking lot entrance. I didn't see it in time and almost clotheslined myself, wound up with a wonderful scrape along the side of my neck and under my jaw.

He fell out of a tree once and though he didnt fall -far- he landed weird on his back. He didnt break anything but he had trouble walking upright for a day or two. I had been teasing the hell out of him for not being as good a climber as me. Oops, eheh...!

Now, our mom had some stories about -her- little brother being terrible. He cut off her pigtails once, threw things at her until she whupped him for it, and one day walked up right behind her and hit her in the back of the head with a big rock. He was about three for all this so still basically a baby but he didn't entirely grow out of being a little jackass until he was twelve...

foxyshadis

2016-04-03 3:17:54 PM

The worst I did was when my sister clicked off my Super Nintendo in the middle of a game (perhaps Final Fantasy 2?) I elbowed her in the sternum, got my ass whupped for that. The worst she did was one hot summer day, when the whole family was there and we all had super soakers, I blasted her a couple of times. She grabbed a nearby tent pole and brought it down like a samurai sword, left me with a forehead scar for the next 10-15 years. I think it's pretty much gone now.

These both happened at my dad's house when we were kids. Those weekends kind of brought out the worst in us, having no private rooms to retreat to.

Actually, I totally forgot until now, but there was a time when I was called home to back my mom up when my sister was a senior in high school and going completely wild. She might've been drinking that night. Anyway at one point she lunged for my mom, I grabbed her arms, she got one free and clocked me with one of those solid little glass candleholders, bled like a stuck pig. On a positive note, she instantly calmed down, knowing it was a major farkup, but my mom was still mad enough to call the cops and throw her in juvie overnight. For that, my dad calls, threatens to kill me, and starts (yet another) family feud for a few years. Sigh.

We're actually pretty tight bro and sis now, despite all of that history.

ginandbacon

2016-04-03 3:18:08 PM

I don't like to criticize other people's parenting but some of you farkers were not very well supervised.

centaur5ball

2016-04-03 3:30:57 PM

I have a brother who is two years younger than me. When I was about twelve, he grabbed my bike and took off. Then he circled back to taunt me, far enough away that I couldn't catch him. What I could do, was throw a stick, kind of like you skip a stone. Perfect shot right into the front spokes. Over the handlebars he went, faceplant on the pavement.
No stitches, but it knocked the wind out of him and broke out three of the spokes on my bike. I can still remember feeling bad that I hurt him, but proud of the perfect throw.

ElizaDoolittle

2016-04-03 3:41:31 PM

ginandbacon: I don't like to criticize other people's parenting but some of you farkers were not very well supervised.

Gin, your comment makes you sound as though you do indeed like to criticize other people's parenting. You are better than this. I love this thread, and I love it because my parents were useless at "parenting" and suddenly I see a lot of farkers who grew up the way I did. I loved that pic you posted upthread, and I know there are kids who have ideal childhoods, like my cousins.

It's just rare.

WTFDYW

2016-04-03 3:58:50 PM

I typed in a CSB Sunday story an hour or so ago. Clicked "Add Comment" and it didn't add it. Not typeing all that on phone again. It was a CSB though.

cochlear

2016-04-03 4:02:53 PM

I am second oldest of 5 kids. Older brother was 4 years older, and basically lived in his own little bubble. I was the oldest girl. Then along comes another brother, barely one year younger than me, and he became the family darling-- could do no wrong, got most of the attention, daddy's little jock, etc etc. (( We called him "baby" til he was 12, and my dad threatened to beat us raw if he heard it again.)) He and I pretty much hated each other from day one. And we're still not very close, 60 years later.
I learned early on how to get revenge on him. One little push with perfect timing would send him flying down the stoop stairs. He was guaranteed to pass out cold every time and send my mom into hysterics, and of course, he couldn't rat me out... he knew nothing. It escalated to the day ( I was about 12, he was 11) when it got very physical, and he hit me across the cheek with the neighbor's golf club he'd "borrowed' or something, and I got him back with the big rake prongs down right into his scull. We both bear scars to this day. I love and get along with the other 3 siblings, but this one--- he's been sort of isolated from the family for a long time. Doesn't help that his personality is one big pile of crap. And he remained mom and dad's favorite right up til they died.

mama2tnt

2016-04-03 4:10:18 PM

cochlear: ...Doesn't help that his personality is one big pile of crap. And he remained mom and dad's favorite right up til they died.

Because he needed it more, perhaps, in their eyes. Sometimes that happens.

ginandbacon

2016-04-03 4:23:00 PM

ElizaDoolittle: ginandbacon: I don't like to criticize other people's parenting but some of you farkers were not very well supervised.

Gin, your comment makes you sound as though you do indeed like to criticize other people's parenting. You are better than this. I love this thread, and I love it because my parents were useless at "parenting" and suddenly I see a lot of farkers who grew up the way I did. I loved that pic you posted upthread, and I know there are kids who have ideal childhoods, like my cousins.

It's just rare.

Oh it's really not a criticism. It's just a vague sadness that so many children are left to their own devices and end up injuring themselves and each other.

My childhood was by no means ideal. But it was sweet. We took care of each other. We took care of our parents as well. There was a sense that we had to be nice or the world would end. Not in a Victorian moralistic Dickensian fashion but just sort of knowing that we all needed each other.

I don't know where that comes from. But I sure am glad for it.

cochlear

2016-04-03 4:37:42 PM

mama2tnt: cochlear: ...Doesn't help that his personality is one big pile of crap. And he remained mom and dad's favorite right up til they died.

Because he needed it more, perhaps, in their eyes. Sometimes that happens.

nope. Mom was obsessed with making sure everyone was "equal".. to the point that she was always pushing us to give him some of our hard-earned things, because he "didn't have any" (because he was a lazy SOB using every excuse under the sun why he couldn't do anything to better himself). Mom would have made an excellent communist (or is it socialist??), but would be horrified if that was pointed out to her. Little bro's latest biatch is that I am more successful because I went to Catholic parochial school for grades 1 and 2, and therefore got a huge edge in life. Meanwhile-- he got a girl preggies in HS and mom (and the girl's mom) drove them off to Vegas to get married... at ages 17 and 16. He didn't have a job til he was 30. His son is a druggie who got his gf preggies, married her, beat her up, was divorced, and now can only see his kids with supervision-- never alone. Bro's cycle of disaster keeps going, while I managed to outgrow the childhood conditions.

daRog

2016-04-03 4:45:24 PM

ginandbacon: I don't like to criticize other people's parenting but some of you farkers were not very well supervised.

Yeah, well. In my family, you'd be just as likely to be injured as a result of parental supervision.

indy_kid

2016-04-03 4:50:42 PM

Gin, these are FIRST-WORLD injuries. Think of the kids who get hurt and get NO medical care, other than whatever herbs might be growing behind the shack, or whatever the village witch doctor can do. Also, think of the hundreds of millions of landmines and other UXB out there, being found on a daily basis by some little kid fetching water for the family. Broken tooth, stitches?? In most of the world it's "Walk it off and get back to work!!!"

I also suspect that many kids were left to their own devices because if the parents hadn't told them to "go outside and play", Mom or Dad would have outright murdered the little farkers.

ElizaDoolittle

2016-04-03 5:09:11 PM

Whoa. This thread just went out of control.

SansNeural

2016-04-03 5:21:55 PM

My older (by 7.5 years) brother bought a new Crosman .177 caliber pellet/BB air rifle. He proudly showed it off, shooting cans, jars, whatnot. After a while he looked at me and asked, "what else should I shoot?" I looked around and pointed at a golf ball on the ground about 3 feet from him. He took downward aim and pulled the trigger.

I stared at the golf ball to see if anything happened to it until I noticed my brother standing there, unusually quiet for having just "killed" something. I looked up at him as he slowly turned his slack-jawed face toward me. The flattened lead pellet was stuck flush in his skin, precisely in the center of his forehead. As I stared at his shocked face, the pellet kind of folded out of his skin and plopped to the ground, leaving a perfectly round, red indentation that he wore the rest of the day.

jayphat

2016-04-03 5:25:05 PM

When I was ~13, I was laying on the living room floor watching TV. Nothing that I can remember as being pertinent or annoying to my 3 other siblings. My then 5 year old sister was just running around the house burning energy when she stopped right beside me. Didn't think a thing of it as I had tuned her out. That was my mistake. She had decided to get a can of sprite out of the kitchen. Hauled it up over her head, and slammed in down, bottom edge first, right on my farking thumb. I SCREAMED in pain and resisted the urge to throw her god damn ass through the TV. I tried ice on it for a while to relieve the pain. Nothing. My step-father had a pretty steady hand, so he got his dremmel and cut a small hole in the nail to let the blood out. Oh sweet merciful relief. But Jesus did my thumb look terrible for a month.

ElizaDoolittle

2016-04-03 5:25:16 PM

ginandbacon: ElizaDoolittle: ginandbacon: I don't like to criticize other people's parenting but some of you farkers were not very well supervised.

Gin, your comment makes you sound as though you do indeed like to criticize other people's parenting. You are better than this. I love this thread, and I love it because my parents were useless at "parenting" and suddenly I see a lot of farkers who grew up the way I did. I loved that pic you posted upthread, and I know there are kids who have ideal childhoods, like my cousins.

It's just rare.

Oh it's really not a criticism. It's just a vague sadness that so many children are left to their own devices and end up injuring themselves and each other.

My childhood was by no means ideal. But it was sweet. We took care of each other. We took care of our parents as well. There was a sense that we had to be nice or the world would end. Not in a Victorian moralistic Dickensian fashion but just sort of knowing that we all needed each other.

I don't know where that comes from. But I sure am glad for it.

It sounds a lot like my cousins' family. Somehow they all just get along, with the usual ruckus when the oldest decided to grow his hair long in the 70s, and the heartbreak when his dad died unexpectedly in his sleep in his 40s. The kids live in three different countries now, and their mother is in a nursing home, but they pull together and manage to stay in touch and make sure my aunt has a visitor, usually one of them, at least every weekend.

It's nice to know there are good families out there.

jayphat

2016-04-03 5:28:54 PM

cochlear: mama2tnt: cochlear: ...Doesn't help that his personality is one big pile of crap. And he remained mom and dad's favorite right up til they died.

Because he needed it more, perhaps, in their eyes. Sometimes that happens.

nope. Mom was obsessed with making sure everyone was "equal".. to the point that she was always pushing us to give him some of our hard-earned things, because he "didn't have any" (because he was a lazy SOB using every excuse under the sun why he couldn't do anything to better himself). Mom would have made an excellent communist (or is it socialist??), but would be horrified if that was pointed out to her. Little bro's latest biatch is that I am more successful because I went to Catholic parochial school for grades 1 and 2, and therefore got a huge edge in life. Meanwhile-- he got a girl preggies in HS and mom (and the girl's mom) drove them off to Vegas to get married... at ages 17 and 16. He didn't have a job til he was 30. His son is a druggie who got his gf preggies, married her, beat her up, was divorced, and now can only see his kids with supervision-- never alone. Bro's cycle of disaster keeps going, while I managed to outgrow the childhood conditions.

Ahhh yes the baby child syndrome. My 400lb brother is the same way. No motivation, no job, at 23 still lives with my parents and still has yet to get his DL. Meanwhile, he eats my parents out of food completely. I blame my mother. My step-dad worked his ass off. My mothers idea of occupying his time was food and the TV. The guy barely goes outdoors. Meanwhile, I had farking farm chores when I was 13.

ginandbacon

2016-04-03 5:30:58 PM

indy_kid: ginandbacon: ElizaDoolittle: ginandbacon: I don't like to criticize other people's parenting but some of you farkers were not very well supervised.

Gin, your comment makes you sound as though you do indeed like to criticize other people's parenting. You are better than this. I love this thread, and I love it because my parents were useless at "parenting" and suddenly I see a lot of farkers who grew up the way I did. I loved that pic you posted upthread, and I know there are kids who have ideal childhoods, like my cousins.

It's just rare.

Oh it's really not a criticism. It's just a vague sadness that so many children are left to their own devices and end up injuring themselves and each other.

Gin, these are FIRST-WORLD injuries. Think of the kids who get hurt and get NO medical care, other than whatever herbs might be growing behind the shack, or whatever the village witch doctor can do. Also, think of the hundreds of millions of landmines and other UXB out there, being found on a daily basis by some little kid fetching water for the family. Broken tooth, stitches?? In most of the world it's "Walk it off and get back to work!!!"

I also suspect that many kids were left to their own devices because if the parents hadn't told them to "go outside and play", Mom or Dad would have outright murdered the little farkers.

This is really not a "first world issue". I was a mandatory reporter for a while and I have to say, some of the shiat I saw--in this First World Country--would make your skin crawl. Child abuse is pervasive and horrible. I spent hours with my children trying to figure out if I needed to report something. I would ask them about the fact that they were incontinent and about the cigarette burns on their arms. But you also try to keep them out of the system because it's usually harder than whatever they are dealing with at home.

It's really not a regional or country-wide or continental thing.

We are all, apparently, capable of abusing our children. If we could just all find a way to care about them...

ginandbacon

2016-04-03 5:38:06 PM

ElizaDoolittle: ginandbacon: ElizaDoolittle: ginandbacon: I don't like to criticize other people's parenting but some of you farkers were not very well supervised.

Gin, your comment makes you sound as though you do indeed like to criticize other people's parenting. You are better than this. I love this thread, and I love it because my parents were useless at "parenting" and suddenly I see a lot of farkers who grew up the way I did. I loved that pic you posted upthread, and I know there are kids who have ideal childhoods, like my cousins.

It's just rare.

Oh it's really not a criticism. It's just a vague sadness that so many children are left to their own devices and end up injuring themselves and each other.

My childhood was by no means ideal. But it was sweet. We took care of each other. We took care of our parents as well. There was a sense that we had to be nice or the world would end. Not in a Victorian moralistic Dickensian fashion but just sort of knowing that we all needed each other.

I don't know where that comes from. But I sure am glad for it.

It sounds a lot like my cousins' family. Somehow they all just get along, with the usual ruckus when the oldest decided to grow his hair long in the 70s, and the heartbreak when his dad died unexpectedly in his sleep in his 40s. The kids live in three different countries now, and their mother is in a nursing home, but they pull together and manage to stay in touch and make sure my aunt has a visitor, usually one of them, at least every weekend.

It's nice to know there are good families out there.

I got lucky.

lovely_filth

2016-04-03 5:39:12 PM

mama2tnt: texdent: ....

Yeah, I have a sister who tried to kill me or make me disappear many times over our childhood.

But not by accident.

Pretty much the same for me. Except w/my next older brother. He actually did try to kill me. More rhan once.

Most of my childhood my next two older brothers took great pleasure in making as much of my life hell as they could get away with. & they got away with a lot. They used to beat the shiat out of me in a regular basis.

Then puberty came to me. I nearly killed my next older brother. Left him in a defenseless crumpled, crying heap on the ground. He didnt make the mistake of picking many fights after that. He was still an evil POS though. One night the other older brother, about 6 years older than me, broke my nose & started slamming me around the house (we were alone). At one point he threw me in to a chair & charged to pounce & continue his fun. I waited until he was almost on me. I grabbed the arms of the chair, brought both feet up, caught him in the gut & launched him backwards through the air & bounced him off the wall. He was stupid enough to try again. So he took another gut kick, flight w/a wall slam landing. This time he refused to get up. He asked me if i was done. I told him, no. He refused to move. I sat there looking at him long enough for it to sink in for him that the tide had turned. He waited for me to leave before he would move. He never picked another physical fight w/me again. He was still a POS though. They both were. it is a damned shame. Our mom died, hoping for a healing between us. On her deathbed she said as much. Now dad is in his last days. He has told me more than once he prays for a healing between us. I have seen him cry talking about it

I wish i had the kind of sibling relationship with them i see with other folks & their siblings, but i don't. And i am all but certain i never will. I love them both, dearly. I just wish they weren't assholes.

Death From The Side

2016-04-03 5:49:00 PM

My sister and I always got on well enough. My csb is from my dad and his two brothers ( dad being the youngest ).

His two older brothers decided for Easter to mock crucify him in the front window of there house while the parents were out. They lived on a busy street. Fairly lame until the last bit. He was ten and stripped naked. Tied up there for several hours.

Csb 2 again dad and my uncles. The oldest teams up with my dad ( youngest ) against the middle child. They had seen a western the night before and got the idea to tie him to ant hill naked in the back yard in mid July.
Then they forgot about him till grandpa got home several hours later. They managed to get him untied and dressed before the jig was up. He was so sun farked he passed out in he living room on his feet in front of his dad beat red from sun burn. Grandpa knew they had done something to him but no one would own up.

They had one rule. Never snitch. So my grandparents went to the grave without ever knowing the crap they got up too.

Ret Pally

2016-04-03 6:07:06 PM

I must have been 14 or so, and was trying to talk to my girlfriend on the phone. I went outside for privacy, so of course my younger brother, 12 years old and never able to pass up a chance to annoy the fark out of me followed me out making kissing sounds and just generally being an ass. He had this stupid dinosaur hand puppet that he kept just saying random stupid things with. I eventually took a swing at him, so he decided to go for an approach with less chance of getting his ass beat by staying out of arms reach. He was laughing and having a great time seeing how pissed off I was getting. He started picking up gravel from the driveway and throwing it at me, so I returned the favor. Then he used the hand puppet to start picking up pieces of dog shiat and threw those at me. That was it. I said goodbye to my girlfriend, set the phone down, and started chasing him. For whatever reason we had a yard stick laying around outside so I picked it up and smacked him with it a few times. He then laughed and threw another turd at me. And I snapped. I was always patient with him because he was younger than me and I didn't want to hurt him, but he finally got me to really lose my temper. I actually felt horrible about what followed. I went from light hits to a solid punch into his gut, and then snapping the yardstick over his back as he doubled over. Thinking It was done I started to walk away, and felt yet another turd bounce off the back of my shirt. I ran back at him. Assuming I was going to punch him again he put his hands up to protect his head. I didn't punch him though. I kicked him in the balls with all my strength. He didn't make a sound for the first few seconds. I think he was unable to breathe. He dropped to the ground like he'd been shot. His mouth was open, his face turned purple, and he had the most horrifying look of agony on his face I had ever seen. His mouth was wide open but no sound was coming out. After a few seconds he managed to take a breath and let out the most blood curdling scream I had ever heard. My parents rushed out of the house and carried him in. They were so pissed because they were afraid I had seriously injured him. He ended up being alright (as in no permanent damage), but thinking back on that 18 years later still makes me feel guilty. Looking back I'm somewhat amazed I hadn't flipped shiat on him earlier, as our entire childhood consisted of him doing things to try to piss me off and me having to be the big brother setting a good example by not retaliating. My parents would get pissed for even minor offenses on my part, so I generally just yelled at him or rarely hit him back, but only with a small portion of my strength to get him to knock it off. He was small for his age and I actually fought bigger kids bullying him a couple of times when we were in school. That was the only time I can remember just completely losing it and letting loose on him.

cryinoutloud

2016-04-03 6:19:43 PM

lovely_filth: He was still a POS though. They both were. it is a damned shame. Our mom died, hoping for a healing between us. On her deathbed she said as much. Now dad is in his last days. He has told me more than once he prays for a healing between us. I have seen him cry talking about it
I wish i had the kind of sibling relationship with them i see with other folks & their siblings, but i don't. And i am all but certain i never will. I love them both, dearly. I just wish they weren't assholes.

I have a sister I have barely talked to in 20 years. She did some awful things to me as an adult. My mother always wanted us to talk to each other again---she put it right in her (handwritten) will. But I doubt we ever will. I saw her at my mother's funeral.

My mother knew what a horrible person she is. My sister treated her like crap too. I don't hate her or anything, I just don't want anything to do with her. She's a complete fake and now I realize she never liked me anyway. We were never close.

/Ironically, she's a social worker.
//My whole family on my mother's side is just--yeah, I don't about that "family" stuff.

Astorix

2016-04-03 6:20:07 PM

man that sucks

Astorix

2016-04-03 6:23:32 PM

lovely_filth: mama2tnt: texdent: ....

Yeah, I have a sister who tried to kill me or make me disappear many times over our childhood.

But not by accident.

Pretty much the same for me. Except w/my next older brother. He actually did try to kill me. More rhan once.

Most of my childhood my next two older brothers took great pleasure in making as much of my life hell as they could get away with. & they got away with a lot. They used to beat the shiat out of me in a regular basis.

Then puberty came to me. I nearly killed my next older brother. Left him in a defenseless crumpled, crying heap on the ground. He didnt make the mistake of picking many fights after that. He was still an evil POS though. One night the other older brother, about 6 years older than me, broke my nose & started slamming me around the house (we were alone). At one point he threw me in to a chair & charged to pounce & continue his fun. I waited until he was almost on me. I grabbed the arms of the chair, brought both feet up, caught him in the gut & launched him backwards through the air & bounced him off the wall. He was stupid enough to try again. So he took another gut kick, flight w/a wall slam landing. This time he refused to get up. He asked me if i was done. I told him, no. He refused to move. I sat there looking at him long enough for it to sink in for him that the tide had turned. He waited for me to leave before he would move. He never picked another physical fight w/me again. He was still a POS though. They both were. it is a damned shame. Our mom died, hoping for a healing between us. On her deathbed she said as much. Now dad is in his last days. He has told me more than once he prays for a healing between us. I have seen him cry talking about it

I wish i had the kind of sibling relationship with them i see with other folks & their siblings, but i don't. And i am all but certain i never will. I love them both, dearly. I just wish they weren't assholes.

just because your parents wish it doesn't mean you have to be around such toxicity. If it's better you don't be around them, don't apologize for the fact you CANT be around them.

There are people in this world that are human detritus and they all have relatives.

Astorix

2016-04-03 6:24:36 PM

cryinoutloud: lovely_filth: He was still a POS though. They both were. it is a damned shame. Our mom died, hoping for a healing between us. On her deathbed she said as much. Now dad is in his last days. He has told me more than once he prays for a healing between us. I have seen him cry talking about it
I wish i had the kind of sibling relationship with them i see with other folks & their siblings, but i don't. And i am all but certain i never will. I love them both, dearly. I just wish they weren't assholes.

I have a sister I have barely talked to in 20 years. She did some awful things to me as an adult. My mother always wanted us to talk to each other again---she put it right in her (handwritten) will. But I doubt we ever will. I saw her at my mother's funeral.

My mother knew what a horrible person she is. My sister treated her like crap too. I don't hate her or anything, I just don't want anything to do with her. She's a complete fake and now I realize she never liked me anyway. We were never close.

/Ironically, she's a social worker.
//My whole family on my mother's side is just--yeah, I don't about that "family" stuff.

I imagine I will see my sister at my parents funeral and not any other time.

SundaesChild

2016-04-03 6:53:31 PM

My little sister gave me a black eye and a number of painful bruises over the years. Once she even hit me in the head with a lead pipe and knocked me out. I'm pretty sure she was a psychopath and budding serial killer. Parents were useless. Finally around 3rd grade she was harassing me while I was reading on the porch and I gave her a wollop. She fell over the railing to the ground below and broke her clavicle. So of course I ended up the bad seed. She pretty much left me alone after that though.

The Green Intern

2016-04-03 8:32:12 PM

I had one of those motorized tops, the kind with the friction motor that you could rev higher and higher as long as you had the arm speed.

Well... age 12, I had that thing going like a bazillion RPM... the gyro force was literally twisting my wrist this way and that every time I moved. It was like "Twister" in my hand... And me and my sister had the idea that it would be really neat to run it on her head. (She was 8, we both thought it was genius)

Neither of us accounted for her long hair.

The sound can best be described as FZWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeCHUNK... AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

No permanent harm done though... her hair eventually grew back from the bald spot. >,>

VerifiedPoster

2016-04-03 8:34:31 PM

spunkymunky: When I was younger my parents owned a Diner. One evening, while they were cleaning up my 4 year old self was running around and raising hell while my 7 year old sister tried to help by sweeping the floor. As I ran by her she tripped me with a broom and I fell face first into one of the tables. Being that it was a booth table and against the wall the table didn't move. I ended up biting through my lip. They took me to the town doctor who lived half a mile away and he stitched me up without any pain relief. I still have a scar under my lip where I bit through.

For my kids the best thing that's happened so far is when my middle child was 2. His big sister dressed him up in a fairy princess dress and high heels (she had the same type of stuff on, too) and he was running all over the house with her. She ran down the stairs to the basement. So did he. He tripped and fell and busted his collar bone. I was at work so I didn't hear about it until I got home an hour after it happened. My wife told me what happened but said he only cried for about 5-10 minutes and then just whimpered every so often. He was definitely self splinting/chicken winging it so I knew he had busted either the collar bone or dislocated his shoulder (I do ems so I've seen enough deformities to know something is wrong but not exactly what based on his size and how he was holding it). It was fun explaining what happened to the ER and radiology staff.

Was he still wearing his fairy princess dress when you took him to ER? And did his mom save the pics in case he ever has a date?

madanimalscientist

2016-04-03 8:38:21 PM

Not mine but my mom's. She has a younger brother who from birth has been treated like God's own gift to mankind just because he was born male. Any time he farked up, my mom got blamed. As you can imagine, he used that to his advantage a lot because no matter what he did, she'd get in trouble, not him. After an incident where he threw knives at her (he was like 9, she was about 12, iirc, maybe a bit younger for both of them) she finally got fed up and dragged him to the dryer and shoved him in. And turned it on.

He was in there for less than thirty second before his yelling brought my grandma along, but it was enough he got thumped a bit. I think Mom considers it worth it. 40 odd years later, said uncle is now a republican representative to the state house in one of the states where right-wingers get really WTF. Mom's never -said- she thinks the two incidents are correlated buuuut......

Lizara

2016-04-03 8:44:26 PM

My two brothers and I were drying the dishes together one night. I had a pot, and pretended I was going to hit Brother A, standing right in front of me, with it. I lifted it over my head and backward, not realizing that Brother B was standing directly behind me. I clonked him on the head pretty hard, and he fell to the floor, but luckily there was no serious damage done. They still tease me about it all the time, though.

Lava Lamp Repairman

2016-04-03 8:46:17 PM

daRog: ginandbacon: I don't like to criticize other people's parenting but some of you farkers were not very well supervised.

Yeah, well. In my family, you'd be just as likely to be injured as a result of parental supervision.

So much this. My parents were very physically and verbally abusive so my siblings and I always knew it was us against them...we had to depend on each other simply to survive.

Seriously.

spunkymunky

2016-04-03 8:48:40 PM

VerifiedPoster: spunkymunky: When I was younger my parents owned a Diner. One evening, while they were cleaning up my 4 year old self was running around and raising hell while my 7 year old sister tried to help by sweeping the floor. As I ran by her she tripped me with a broom and I fell face first into one of the tables. Being that it was a booth table and against the wall the table didn't move. I ended up biting through my lip. They took me to the town doctor who lived half a mile away and he stitched me up without any pain relief. I still have a scar under my lip where I bit through.

For my kids the best thing that's happened so far is when my middle child was 2. His big sister dressed him up in a fairy princess dress and high heels (she had the same type of stuff on, too) and he was running all over the house with her. She ran down the stairs to the basement. So did he. He tripped and fell and busted his collar bone. I was at work so I didn't hear about it until I got home an hour after it happened. My wife told me what happened but said he only cried for about 5-10 minutes and then just whimpered every so often. He was definitely self splinting/chicken winging it so I knew he had busted either the collar bone or dislocated his shoulder (I do ems so I've seen enough deformities to know something is wrong but not exactly what based on his size and how he was holding it). It was fun explaining what happened to the ER and radiology staff.

Was he still wearing his fairy princess dress when you took him to ER? And did his mom save the pics in case he ever has a date?

He was out of the princess dress by the time we got to the ER but she definitely has pictures somewhere arounder here with him in the dress and high heels crying.

lovely_filth

2016-04-03 9:08:54 PM

ginandbacon: ElizaDoolittle: I'm beginning to thing that only kids win the lottery.
Still, perversely, enjoying all the stories.

Nope, I got this, jackpot! He's my best friend and one of my favorite people in the world :)

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And yes our mother made most of our clothes and yes that is me in a leather minidress.

That is so sweet. Thank you for sharing. I love my late big sis & miss her. As kids, it was she & i against the two other brothers. The older spilled her blood. More than once. Flat out lies through his teeth about it to this day.

EnormousGreenRageMonster

2016-04-03 9:14:30 PM

I'm 4 years older than my brother, and he was always an annoying pain in the ass when we were younger. Suppose I was about 8 and we were fighting. He lowered his head and ran at me... I was standing right in front of the arm of the sofa, and had been watching Ninja Turtle cartoons where RockSteady runs headfirst into walls and such all the time. So I stepped to the side and he damn near concussed himself on the couch.

Mom was unsurprised and not really all that sympathetic since he did it to himself, so skated on that one.

The injuries he caused himself were way funnier anyway. At a summer job in high school, he was dis-assembling old picnic tables and swinging a hammer up from the underside of the bench... missed, and planted it in the middle of his own forehead. He was "HammerHead" for 3-4 years after that.

elpresidenteALO

2016-04-03 9:14:33 PM

Only child here. Well, I don't have any sibs to injure or be injured by but I did a fine job with self inflicted ones. By the time I was 10 I had completed the Florida trifecta; bites from shark, alligator and rattlesnake (pygmy). Oh, also was bitten by a pig after attempting to ride it and being bucked. Skateboarding has also helped drive my injury stat numbers through the roof.

Markoff_Cheney

2016-04-03 9:23:26 PM

Meh, I would love to have an injury from my brother nowadays. It has been 4 years since he passed. Unless your sibling is a complete piece of shiat, I suggest you call em and tell them you love them. I would give everything I have to be able to tell Casey that one more time.

bedonkadonk

2016-04-03 9:27:51 PM

Markoff_Cheney: Meh, I would love to have an injury from my brother nowadays. It has been 4 years since he passed. Unless your sibling is a complete piece of shiat, I suggest you call em and tell them you love them. I would give everything I have to be able to tell Casey that one more time.

That sucks. I'm gonna call my asshole brother.

Markoff_Cheney

2016-04-03 9:32:44 PM

bedonkadonk: Markoff_Cheney: Meh, I would love to have an injury from my brother nowadays. It has been 4 years since he passed. Unless your sibling is a complete piece of shiat, I suggest you call em and tell them you love them. I would give everything I have to be able to tell Casey that one more time.

That sucks. I'm gonna call my asshole brother.

My brother was an asshole as well, as am I. We got along very well after he was 'able to go to the bar with' age.

dstanley

2016-04-03 9:41:12 PM

I have no siblings, and reading through this thread it reinforces my belief that I didn't miss anything.

lovely_filth

2016-04-03 9:49:05 PM

Astorix: lovely_filth: mama2tnt: texdent: ....

Yeah, I have a sister who tried to kill me or make me disappear many times over our childhood.

But not by accident.

Pretty much the same for me. Except w/my next older brother. He actually did try to kill me. More rhan once.

Most of my childhood my next two older brothers took great pleasure in making as much of my life hell as they could get away with. & they got away with a lot. They used to beat the shiat out of me in a regular basis.

Then puberty came to me. I nearly killed my next older brother. Left him in a defenseless crumpled, crying heap on the ground. He didnt make the mistake of picking many fights after that. He was still an evil POS though. One night the other older brother, about 6 years older than me, broke my nose & started slamming me around the house (we were alone). At one point he threw me in to a chair & charged to pounce & continue his fun. I waited until he was almost on me. I grabbed the arms of the chair, brought both feet up, caught him in the gut & launched him backwards through the air & bounced him off the wall. He was stupid enough to try again. So he took another gut kick, flight w/a wall slam landing. This time he refused to get up. He asked me if i was done. I told him, no. He refused to move. I sat there looking at him long enough for it to sink in for him that the tide had turned. He waited for me to leave before he would move. He never picked another physical fight w/me again. He was still a POS though. They both were. it is a damned shame. Our mom died, hoping for a healing between us. On her deathbed she said as much. Now dad is in his last days. He has told me more than once he prays for a healing between us. I have seen him cry talking about it

I wish i had the kind of sibling relationship with them i see with other folks & their siblings, but i don't. And i am all but certain i never will. I love them both, dearly. I just wish they weren't assholes.

just because your parents wish it doesn't mean you have to be around such toxicity. If it's better you don't be around them, don't apologize for the fact you CANT be around them.

There are people in this world that are human detritus and they all have relatives.

Ther's a line in an old Eric Stoltz movie that hit me deep & sticks with me to this day. "It's better to stand alone for the right reasons, than to stand with someone for the wrong reasons".

dad is all i have in common with them. I am cordial w/them for his sake, but when he is gone i doubt i will ever have a thing to do with either of them ever again.

While it makes me sad, i know the price they insist on for having contact with them. The price is far too steep. I am better off w/o them. I am utterly alone in this world & will allmost certainly die that way because i am still deeply farked up from those years. So be it. I would rather live/die alone than subject myself to their garbage ever again.

Twist2005

2016-04-03 10:07:24 PM

My brother threw a cinder block at me once. He used to beat the shiat out of me in the car when he drove us to school. Never anywhere that would show of course. He'd also hit 80mph on our country roads and start swerving around or brake hard so I'd get yanked by the seat belt. Still get twitchy about sitting in the passenger seat, no matter who is driving. In his defense, I was a bratty little sister and I DID nail him in the nuts with the heel of my riding boot once.

He's also the reason I'll never have kids. He's a sociopath who manipulates people without a qualm and screws them over without remorse. I figure our genes don't need to be passed on.

skiinstructor

2016-04-03 10:25:50 PM

Cant say my bro or sis hurt me even once. Sis was out the door to college when i was a new baby, bro was in high school so didnt grow up close to my siblings. Bro and dad built a go- cart for me once, bro always had something cool to show lil bro once i got older, like making a hot air balloon or putting coffee cans into orbit with a cherry bomb. Fun stuff like that sticks with you all your life. I miss my bro, he took his own life in 1982. Once mom is gone sis will be all i have, so making an effort to get closer to sis. If you have a sibling that you love, call em and tell them so...

lovely_filth

2016-04-03 10:32:04 PM

People can be major screwd up. While i love both my brothers, they were such unrelenting bastards toward me for so many years i have no desire to have either in my life.

Markoff_Cheney

2016-04-03 10:45:42 PM

skiinstructor: Cant say my bro or sis hurt me even once. Sis was out the door to college when i was a new baby, bro was in high school so didnt grow up close to my siblings. Bro and dad built a go- cart for me once, bro always had something cool to show lil bro once i got older, like making a hot air balloon or putting coffee cans into orbit with a cherry bomb. Fun stuff like that sticks with you all your life. I miss my bro, he took his own life in 1982. Once mom is gone sis will be all i have, so making an effort to get closer to sis. If you have a sibling that you love, call em and tell them so...

I said the same thing a few posts up, but I am much younger than you. I was born in 82.

InternetSecurityGuard

2016-04-03 10:48:38 PM

I deflected a slapshot that shattered my brother's jaw.

chirpy

2016-04-03 10:57:25 PM

I had just turned 15 and m sister was 16. We were walking with Scott back to a campground in Pymatuning or Ohio Pyle, PA when I fell in a well and my sister fell too. I remember putting my foot down and not finding ground, then hitting my ribs on something hard, the I must have passed out. I woke up in the well with my sister on top of me, then passed out again. Then my sister and Scott were at the top and asking me if I was OK. I thought that was an odd question, considering that I was in hell.
I kept wandering in and out of consciousness. Eventually Lisa and Scott left. I was about 20 feet down and the well was mad of rocks and dirt. I could see the stars much better from down there. When I heard some people up above I tried to call for help but my voice was very weak. Lisa came to the top of the well and hushed me. I must have passed out again because the next thing I remember was they were shining a flashlight on me and asking each other "Is she breathing?" What I didn't know at the time was that I'd hit my head pretty hard on the way down.
Lisa and Scott had returned from the campground with only the flashlight. They didn't bring any rope (like they couldn't find any???) or tell any of the many, many adults that I was in a well, or call 911. They told me to climb out.
It seems like it took hours, but I did eventually climb to the top. The side of the well I'd fallen to was slanted and I clawed my way up the rocks and dirt, passing out many times. When I was near the top Lisa and Scott reached out their hands, but I wouldn't take them. They asked way, and I don't know if I said it out loud, but I was thinking "because you'll drop me." I had realized exactly how my family felt about me.
Walking back to the camp ground I had to sit down several times. I just kept not breathing. They went on ahead and were angry that I wasn't keeping up. At the campground one of them did go off to talk to someone. They came back with two pills, which I think were red, and told me to take them. These were pain killers. Strong ones. They brought the cots out of the tents and I laid down. I just kept forgetting to breathe and having to tell myself "inhale." This was strange and had never happened to me before. Eventually I found the bump on my head, but at the time none of us knew what a concussion was. That whole night I struggled with drifting off, forgetting to breathe, and an inner voice waking me up with the command "breathe."
Towards morning I got some little bit of sleep. We had gone to PA for a rafting trip with Parents Without Partners. I was made to get up and get in the car. I told my mother, who had not come back to the campsite until breakfast, that I didn't feel up to rafting, but didn't tell her about my falling in the well. I don't know exactly how it worked, but I wasn't supposed to tell because my sister Lisa would get in trouble. So I didn't. Mom gave me an ultimatum on that hot day: Raft or stay locked in the car with the windows closed. I rafted. It was one of the most harrowing things I'd ever done. I kept blinking into and out of existence in the rapids. It's like I was in one position and then, the next instant, in another, without my paddle and sometimes in the river rather than the raft. I fell into the river three times. The Guides and my life preserver kept me from drowning. Knowing what I know now about concussions ( my brained had swelled, cutting off the part that breathes automatically, and the next day I had "petit mal" seizures) I am think that being in the cold water several times also helped me.

It's been 35 yeas since that happened, and my sister has never apologized.

Markoff_Cheney

2016-04-03 11:26:58 PM

lovely_filth

2016-04-04 12:05:04 AM

chirpy: I had just turned 15 and m sister was 16. We were walking with Scott back to a campground in Pymatuning or Ohio Pyle, PA when I fell in a well and my sister fell too. I remember putting my foot down and not finding ground, then hitting my ribs on something hard, the I must have passed out. I woke up in the well with my sister on top of me, then passed out again. Then my sister and Scott were at the top and asking me if I was OK. I thought that was an odd question, considering that I was in hell.
I kept wandering in and out of consciousness. Eventually Lisa and Scott left. I was about 20 feet down and the well was mad of rocks and dirt. I could see the stars much better from down there. When I heard some people up above I tried to call for help but my voice was very weak. Lisa came to the top of the well and hushed me. I must have passed out again because the next thing I remember was they were shining a flashlight on me and asking each other "Is she breathing?" What I didn't know at the time was that I'd hit my head pretty hard on the way down.
Lisa and Scott had returned from the campground with only the flashlight. They didn't bring any rope (like they couldn't find any???) or tell any of the many, many adults that I was in a well, or call 911. They told me to climb out.
It seems like it took hours, but I did eventually climb to the top. The side of the well I'd fallen to was slanted and I clawed my way up the rocks and dirt, passing out many times. When I was near the top Lisa and Scott reached out their hands, but I wouldn't take them. They asked way, and I don't know if I said it out loud, but I was thinking "because you'll drop me." I had realized exactly how my family felt about me.
Walking back to the camp ground I had to sit down several times. I just kept not breathing. They went on ahead and were angry that I wasn't keeping up. At the campground one of them did go off to talk to someone. They came back with two pills, which I think were red, and told me to take them. These were pain killers. Strong ones. They brought the cots out of the tents and I laid down. I just kept forgetting to breathe and having to tell myself "inhale." This was strange and had never happened to me before. Eventually I found the bump on my head, but at the time none of us knew what a concussion was. That whole night I struggled with drifting off, forgetting to breathe, and an inner voice waking me up with the command "breathe."
Towards morning I got some little bit of sleep. We had gone to PA for a rafting trip with Parents Without Partners. I was made to get up and get in the car. I told my mother, who had not come back to the campsite until breakfast, that I didn't feel up to rafting, but didn't tell her about my falling in the well. I don't know exactly how it worked, but I wasn't supposed to tell because my sister Lisa would get in trouble. So I didn't. Mom gave me an ultimatum on that hot day: Raft or stay locked in the car with the windows closed. I rafted. It was one of the most harrowing things I'd ever done. I kept blinking into and out of existence in the rapids. It's like I was in one position and then, the next instant, in another, without my paddle and sometimes in the river rather than the raft. I fell into the river three times. The Guides and my life preserver kept me from drowning. Knowing what I know now about concussions ( my brained had swelled, cutting off the part that breathes automatically, and the next day I had "petit mal" seizures) I am think that being in the cold water several times also helped me.

It's been 35 yeas since that happened, and my sister has never apologized.

Wow. That sounds like some shiat my brothers would have pulled. Stepped on a rusty nail when i was about 6. Went in deep. Bled A LOT. Older brother was baby sitting me & my next older brother. I was terrified, My brother locked me out of the house. He didnt want me to bleed on the floor. Pretty sure he called friends of the family, because they showed up soon after & had "that" look . But if he did, the idiot could have at least farking told me help was coming. He left me there, bleeding, thinking i would be locked out for hours. POS would not even come to the sliding glass door i was standing outside of to let me know help was on the way. This, of course gives him the benefit of the doubt that he actually called for help. Then there were the other times he baby sat us & used the time to teach my next older brother how to fight by coaching him in techniques on how to beat the fark out of me. Its no wonder i dont want shiat to do w/either of those assholes.

ginandbacon

2016-04-04 1:08:00 AM

Lava Lamp Repairman: daRog: ginandbacon: I don't like to criticize other people's parenting but some of you farkers were not very well supervised.

Yeah, well. In my family, you'd be just as likely to be injured as a result of parental supervision.

So much this. My parents were very physically and verbally abusive so my siblings and I always knew it was us against them...we had to depend on each other simply to survive.

Seriously.

This is so painful to read.

I am going to call my brother right now. That guy is one of my best friends and I have no idea what I would do without him. I wish you had your Casey today.

CoysOdie

2016-04-04 1:18:28 AM

I dropped my brother JT on his head when he was very small. We occasionally cut his fingernails off
and smoke them.

mwenye_kichaa

2016-04-04 1:42:13 AM

Some serious rough stuff ya'll had going on. Meanwhile even when I was being terribly ornery toward my brother he cried whenever I got in trouble for it and would tell our folks not to punish me. Now he's just as ornery towards me as I ever was to him so hey, it evens out!

Tonight he and our mom and I were all together to watch Walking Dead and we knocked our heads together at one point. Not hard but it was enough we both pretended we'd knocked each other out just to make our mom laugh at us.

Astorix

2016-04-04 7:17:16 AM

I got s skull fracture too at the age of nine. I was never even taken to the doctors.

Resident Muslim

2016-04-04 7:56:09 AM

Astorix: daRog: I have no cool or funny stories for this topic. My brothers and I were brutal to each other.

my sister and I hate each other because my mom played favourites and my sister was the favourite. She was my mom's mini me (borderline personality disorder.) she was 8 years older than me.

She used to place a towel in the middle of the back yard, carry me there and place me there, telling me not to leave the towel or worms will go up through my feet and kill me. I was 3 or 4 at the time.

Mom finally stopped her doing that but not before she had some that several times, starting my esrly hatred of her.

Now she's eating her way into ill health, 100 pounds over weight and has gout. She ropes my parents into taking her on these expensive cruises that have all the food you can eat and free booze. She downs 2 bottles of wine a day and what ever hard liquor she sneaks in the 'library' of the cruise.

Mom and dad told me they ABSOLUTELY do not want to go on another cruise last fall.

My daughter just texted me this week that she wants to go on a cruise to Newfoundland (why the holy eff?) but my dad doesn't want to go and so the date has been postponed to 2018 because my sister is embarrassed about her gout, since her toe got infected last fall and she had to work from the home.

In 2018 my mom will be 88 and my dad 89. My daughter says she controls them. They pay for all of her cruises, of course.

If I were there I would gladly take a hammer to her toe. Reprehensible biatch.

It's a long thread, so haven't gone through all the replies...
I just wanted to say, you do notice you called her your daughter, twice, right?

foxyshadis

2016-04-04 8:05:56 AM

Lizara: My two brothers and I were drying the dishes together one night. I had a pot, and pretended I was going to hit Brother A, standing right in front of me, with it. I lifted it over my head and backward, not realizing that Brother B was standing directly behind me. I clonked him on the head pretty hard, and he fell to the floor, but luckily there was no serious damage done. They still tease me about it all the time, though.

Sounds like a great Three Stooges skit, though!

Artisan Sandwich

2016-04-04 9:09:53 AM

These will be hard to believe, but consider that our family was 6 boys and 1 girl (5 boys, girl, then boy).
- amputated my brothers finger with garden shears
- arrow pierced my skull, from older brother. We were playing coyboys and indians, I was the cowboy with a pastic revolver and he was the indian with a real bow and arrow made of sharpened dowel. Walked upstairs and told mom not to be mad before I passed out on the kitchen floor looking like an old western movie
- golf club to one brothers head, distinct dent to the this day
- hunting on another with spears tipped with apple thorns. so much blood. Crying was'nt allowed
- I had to be revived twice by paramedics. The first was from drowning in a friends pool. THe second was drowning in a public pool. I had my younger brother (1 under me) get sucked into a culvert when we were very little and my older brother jumped in and pulled him out with a branch. He wasn't responding to us so we carried him back to the house and our Mom called the ambulance. He came to before they got there so we called them back and cancelled the call. We were living very rurally then.
- dragged behind dads pickup when I fell off the tailgate on our gravel driveway. Still remember the peroxide burning after they picked the gravel out
- playing chicken with bow&arrows. Shooting at one another from about 75 yards. it was face the arrow wound or be a p*ussy, so we faced the arrows wounds
- hunting one another with pellet guns. Best practice for real warfare that I ever had
- deep burns on all our legs from the muffler on our neighbours dirtbike
- fights that quickly raged out of control end resorted to weapons. Saw my little brother receive on open humerus fractire from our siblings bat. Boy did the agressor get in trouble for that one
- too may knife/axe/machinery wounds to count.
- this list could really go on forever, with that many boys it's basically a jungle. Blood letting was a daily occurrence
Sure, we all laugh about it now but I would never EVER let my boys get away with what we did.

Artisan Sandwich

2016-04-04 9:13:48 AM

Oh god. Just remembered when we convinced my little brother to jump off the roof with a bed sheet as a parachute. He would have been about 3, and the roof was a full 2 storeys but the back of the house dropped off as a walk out basement. It would have been at least 35 feet from the dormer window to the ground. We got him out there and then realized this was probably a bad idea and brought him back inside. Unfortunately for us he was able to tell Mom about it and i remember the absolute beatdown that resulted from that. We weren't mad though, i remember being so happy we didn't let him jump as he very likely would have been crippled or killed. I love him, and I'm glad he's here.

Honest Geologist

2016-04-04 12:28:49 PM

Astorix: yakmans_dad: More Evil Sister material.

I was around 3 and we'd just moved into our new house. The hardwood floors were still shiny and slick. Slick enough for a 7 year old sister to pull her 3 year old brother around. Particularly if he were lying on a pillowcase. So, we went spinning around the living room faster and faster until she pulled real hard and kind of sent me flying into the base of a huge (to me) copper ash tray.
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The next thing I remember was a brilliant light in my eye as the emergency room doctor was stitching my eyebrow shut. Still have the scar. +60 years later.

The same sister had been with me when I fell out of a window and fractured my skull. My mother had just looked at us sitting in the open window -- she was playing bridge -- and had told my sister that we should get out of there. Someone might fall. To which she replied, "He just did."

When I was 5 I was pretending to read the funnies and this same sister wanted them. I refused and she grabbed me by the wrist.and dug her fingernail into my arm. Tighter and tighter and I still refused. This went on for 2-3 minutes until she finally gave up, throwing my wee arm back as if she were discarding rubbish. She'd found some weird spot on my arm without a pain nerve and I hadn't felt a thing. I still have the odd crescent-shaped scar. Sibling rivalry is just weird.

those were the days when mothers played bridge. Nowadays my children don't even know what bridge is. Hell they don't even play Euchre any more. You ask them what Euchre is and they dint even know what it is.

I played Euchre through out college. Bridge, not so much. Bridge was already fading from popularity in the late 80s.

I never saw my mother play bridge without a drink. Or any parent from that era. Is that why your mom failed to notice you falling out the window?

Euchre is alive and well in rural southwestern Ontario, and in the HG household in Ottawa.

Billy Liar

2016-04-04 12:29:25 PM

I was in 5th grade, watching the morning news before school, and my high school brother was hanging out in the front room, too, waiting for the bathroom so he could shave. Anyway, he was being stupid, waving around the razor blade in front of me, too close, I thought. I threw up a hand in defense, and he sliced the back of my hand between the middle knuckles, deep enough so the wound gaped, but missing the veins, so it didn't bleed much at all. It didn't even hurt a whole lot. So we put a bandage over it and I went to school. The teacher saw it and asked what happened and I said I had an accident and got cut. He kept going on about 'oh you better get stitches for that so it closes up right' and alla this noise. I just figured, well, it didn't hurt any more, and stitches probably would, so I thought I'd leave it be. "Oh no", he goes, "you should really get that stitched up so it doesn't leave a mark." I just thought, "what a wuss, man" and let it go. And I still have a reminder of that day, 40+ years later.

Honest Geologist

2016-04-04 12:32:05 PM

So the middle brother and I (oldest) were watching the 1992 Barcelona Olympics on TV, probably track and field if I recall correctly. YAfterwards, the two of us decide we're going to go out to the backyard and have our OWN Olympics!!!

During one of the events - as I recall, the "jump off a small wooden box in a spectacular fashion" event - I don't even know what that box was for or what it was doing around our place - the brother falls weird and breaks his arm.

All through my childhood, my parents (well, Mom) waged a neverending war of censorship on supposed 'bad influences' on TV, in books, movies, music, etc. Turns out the thing that did the most harm was watching, and wanting to emulate, the Olympics.

VerifiedPoster

2016-04-04 12:35:35 PM

Honest Geologist: So the middle brother and I (oldest) were watching the 1992 Barcelona Olympics on TV, probably track and field if I recall correctly. YAfterwards, the two of us decide we're going to go out to the backyard and have our OWN Olympics!!!

During one of the events - as I recall, the "jump off a small wooden box in a spectacular fashion" event - I don't even know what that box was for or what it was doing around our place - the brother falls weird and breaks his arm.

All through my childhood, my parents (well, Mom) waged a neverending war of censorship on supposed 'bad influences' on TV, in books, movies, music, etc. Turns out the thing that did the most harm was watching, and wanting to emulate, the Olympics.

Something, something...Jenner.

SansNeural

2016-04-04 1:53:42 PM

Honest Geologist: All through my childhood, my parents (well, Mom) waged a neverending war of censorship on supposed 'bad influences' on TV, in books, movies, music, etc. Turns out the thing that did the most harm was watching, and wanting to emulate, the Olympics.

Sounds like your Mom knew you guys were stupid and tried to limit exposure to things that tend to incite stupid behavior but, being your Mom, underestimated just how stupid you were.

/he says with a smile
//it's OK if you say it with a smile, right?

Honest Geologist

2016-04-04 2:23:46 PM

SansNeural: Honest Geologist: All through my childhood, my parents (well, Mom) waged a neverending war of censorship on supposed 'bad influences' on TV, in books, movies, music, etc. Turns out the thing that did the most harm was watching, and wanting to emulate, the Olympics.

Sounds like your Mom knew you guys were stupid and tried to limit exposure to things that tend to incite stupid behavior but, being your Mom, underestimated just how stupid you were.

/he says with a smile
//it's OK if you say it with a smile, right?

Nailed it. We weren't allowed to hit each other, so on at least one occasion, we settled our differences by pacing off and knocking our heads together like rams.

yakmans_dad

2016-04-04 2:58:03 PM

Honest Geologist: Astorix: yakmans_dad: More Evil Sister material.

I was around 3 and we'd just moved into our new house. The hardwood floors were still shiny and slick. Slick enough for a 7 year old sister to pull her 3 year old brother around. Particularly if he were lying on a pillowcase. So, we went spinning around the living room faster and faster until she pulled real hard and kind of sent me flying into the base of a huge (to me) copper ash tray.
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The next thing I remember was a brilliant light in my eye as the emergency room doctor was stitching my eyebrow shut. Still have the scar. +60 years later.

The same sister had been with me when I fell out of a window and fractured my skull. My mother had just looked at us sitting in the open window -- she was playing bridge -- and had told my sister that we should get out of there. Someone might fall. To which she replied, "He just did."

When I was 5 I was pretending to read the funnies and this same sister wanted them. I refused and she grabbed me by the wrist.and dug her fingernail into my arm. Tighter and tighter and I still refused. This went on for 2-3 minutes until she finally gave up, throwing my wee arm back as if she were discarding rubbish. She'd found some weird spot on my arm without a pain nerve and I hadn't felt a thing. I still have the odd crescent-shaped scar. Sibling rivalry is just weird.

those were the days when mothers played bridge. Nowadays my children don't even know what bridge is. Hell they don't even play Euchre any more. You ask them what Euchre is and they dint even know what it is.

I played Euchre through out college. Bridge, not so much. Bridge was already fading from popularity in the late 80s.

I never saw my mother play bridge without a drink. Or any parent from that era. Is that why your mom failed to notice you falling out the window?

Euchre is alive and well in rural southwestern Ontario, and in the HG household in Ottawa.

Bridge was enormous in my house. Both parents and my paternal grandparents were avid players. Me and the siblings started as soon as we could add numbers in our head.

I've never played Euchre. Does it involve baseball?

Arleth

2016-04-04 3:55:49 PM

Late to this but hey ho.

Not sibling injury but mother!

Set the scene, we were off to grandmother's house for the weekend. To young Arleth, being excited and around 8 years old, and because it meant we were going out for a wander round the woods in the area I was desperate to make sure I was ready. Being but a sprog with ringworm and rickets I was most thrilled and dashed to get the wellington boots to put the in the car so as to be prepared. Car was a big old Peugeot 405 estate with large 'slam down' rear boot (Trunk for the US crowd) lid. Boot open as I approach to fling wellies in the back. 'Fling!' Just as mum closes the 'Slam Down' rear of the car. Beaned me straight on the top of the head.

Couple of seconds went by, I looked up at mother and her horrified face and said. 'What d'you do that for?'

Next lots of head leaking, lots of mother mortification, lots of me being confused because we weren't going to granny's anymore. Followed by seven stitches and a Mars Bar (Other confectionery was available!) for my trouble. I was happy for another boot lid incident if there were more chocolate in it for me. Didn't get to visit granny though.

As an aside, she was 6 at the time, my sister is the only person I know to have broken her arm falling ONTO a bed.

Honest Geologist

2016-04-04 4:07:53 PM

yakmans_dad:

Euchre is kind of "bridge junior" as far as I can tell. Two teams of two partners, each team tries to take 3 out of 5 tricks or more. You don't bid per se, but depending on who decides what's trump at the beginning of the hand, there are different amounts of points that can be scored. It's a ton of fun.

elbrazo

2016-04-04 4:21:59 PM

One summer day, I was hitting a tennis ball off the back porch with an old wooden baseball bat that used to be my father's when he was a kid. My younger sister was hanging around, watching me from behind, and being vaguely annoying about it.

Mom comes out of the house and admonishes me to make sure my sister is a safe distance from me so that she doesn't get hit with the bat. Having said her piece, Mom goes back inside.

I turn to my sister and physically move her further behind me, ensuring a safe distance. I was firm, but not rough. Having done so, I go back to my spot, toss the ball in the air, and take a mighty swing that Reggie Jackson would have been proud of. The follow-through of that swing takes the bat completely around and behind me, smashing my sister in the face, opening a deep cut on her cheek. Once my back was turned, she had crept up behind me, in a "you-can't-tell-me-what-to-do" move.

Of course, Mom knows none of this, and once the screaming starts, she doesn't care. I caught holy hell for that incident, as I was the older brother who was supposed to know better, etc., etc. Mom took away my Dad's bat and threw it away somewhere. Sister had stitches, and later, plastic surgery on the scar.

Worst of all, I completely missed the ball when I swung.

Billy Liar

2016-04-04 4:52:53 PM

Our "Olympics" followed the 1968 games; the four of us kids had sprinting events, distance (running around the block), long jump, shot put (throwing a whiffle ball) and high jump, our only indoor event (over a broomstick onto the couch). A few years later, the Olympics were abandoned and replaced by my next oldest brother and an involuntary me engaged in "Portland Wrestling" our mimickry of Dutch Savage, Tony Borne, Snuka et al.

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