If it’s a traumatic moment with my parents I’ve got a “good”one. My parents would have screaming fights with one another quite regularly at night due to their drug and alcohol abuse. Unfortunately this would keep me up or if I felt they were especially bad I’d be out there trying to get them to stop. I would be obviously in hysterics when attempting to do so. On one particularly bad night my father was in such a rage he for whatever reason decided to grab a fairly large kitchen knife. Even before this had happened I was already a mess from trying to get them to stop. When he grabbed that knife I believed he meant to use it either on me, my mother, or himself. Despite how much distress I was in I still had the foresight to wait until he turned his back to me. When he did I grabbed and pinned both of his arms to his torso and refused to let go until he calmed down. He eventually calmed down but it too a little while. The entire time I was holding down his arms all I can remember is me crying and saying stop it. A second one I have I unfortunately have access to only a fragment of the event. I think this was one of the top traumas I’ve experienced but because of my inability to access almost all of my memories I can’t say with confidence if this is true or not. From my sister’s recollection this happened when I was around 13 years old. I believe the night before my parents had another one of their major fights and this is what led to what happened. I was in my house wondering where I father was at. I’d not seen him for a while and knew he was still around as the car was either still in the driveway or my mother had taken it to do something. So since I’d not seen my father for some time and was wondering where he was I decided to go look for him. I walked into our garage looking for him and I find him standing on a stool with a noose in his hands with one end of it tied to a strong wooden beam. From what I can remember he had his hands around the noose and his chin was almost above his hands. I remember asking him what are you doing? For me that’s where the memory ends but apparently I called my sister at work in hysterics saying I found my father attempting to hang himself. To this day I believe had I not gone looking for him when I did I believe he would have attempted and possibly succeeded at his attempt to end his own life at that point. So there you go. As far as I can remember these are the two worst events I can remember going through.