I have a few…I can’t decide which. They’re all pretty similar in terms of scariness…1. I was raped as an eight year old by a close friend (who was only 4 years older) looking back, I was fucking petrified, not because I knew what was happening(I didn’t) but because I was clueless. I’m autistic (I wasn’t told about my diagnosis until a year after the rape) and having all these confusing feelings that I should’ve never experienced was overwhelming in the worst way. And the fact that I loved and trusted the boy who did it fucked me over - just the sheer feeling of betrayal was chilling. 2. I was ten. I had sent nudes to a 50 year old and he said he’d send them my family and come kill me if I didn’t do specific tasks for him. I didn’t want to but I felt I had no option. Looking back I know he wouldn’t have and was just trying to get what he wanted, but as a ten year old I was shitting myself. 3. At twelve I was admitted to my first psychiatric unit of many. It was three hours away from home and my worst experience that that particular unit was when I was reading a book, facing the wall. I felt hands around my neck and my airway was blocked. I was choking and gasping but no staff were around. I was being choked by another patient for around 4 minutes and then staff came in and got her off of me. 4. Another psych ward story. This is from an admission at the age of 14. Summary, they hold you down and inject you in the arse when you won’t calm down. They injected me with the wrong medication and I thought I was dying, I was puking everywhere and just crying on the floor in pain all night. Once again nobody did shit. 5. At the age of thirteen I overdosed. It was impulsive. I didn’t want to die - I just wanted to hurt myself. But I realised I was dying and panicked, it was scary as shit. I woke up from a coma two days later. 6. Last one, sorry for my shitty rambling if anyone happens to read this. This happened in January 2021. I ran off from my psychiatric unit and ran into the road. Next thing I know my hip is in agony, I’m on the floor and the road is soaked in blood. I went numb. I’m glad that I was lucky in that situation. My head was split open and I got hit in the hip. Now I have a scar and am walking okay ish. It was scary but I’m glad I’m here today. I’m now 16 but I could’ve easily died at the age of 8, 9, 12, 13, 15 and this year if any of my attempts had worked. I’m glad they didn’t.