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longship
(40,416 posts)Junior High School. It was a very, very bad year for me personally. Not sure I want to discuss it much. But it affects me every day, even today.
Reter
(2,188 posts)Still breaks my heart today.
NRaleighLiberal
(61,837 posts)
mythology
(9,527 posts)I have a major surgery scheduled for mid-December (merry Christmas to me, it couples with a surgery I had just after my birthday earlier this year) that will effectively blow my knee and my life up for somewhere between 15 and 18 months in terms of making me go through a horrible rehab, being prevented from doing the sports I do which is functionally my only social life and I'll wind up with a scar down the front of my leg in the 10 to 15 inch range. And given that I will be on crutches for a number of weeks and even after that relegated to wearing a more or less leg length brace, I will no doubt have to suffer many well-meaning, but obnoxious people asking what's wrong with my leg. I will be having a shirt made that says "Please refrain from asking about my knee"
That said, even that isn't all bad. I'm finally going to really develop my upper body and more core strength as I won't be able to work on much else. I've already gotten to the point where I can do more pull ups and I've only been heavy on the arms for 3 weeks after this most recent surgery. As a friend said, I'm going to look like a bulldog by the time my knee heals. I'm just hoping that means somebody will find me so ugly I'm cute.
Other than that, I suppose it would be the year when my parents divorced and my grandmother died, but my parents' divorce turned out to be a good thing as it led to me eventually cutting my dad out of my life as he was only ever a destructive force, at least after the point of conception.
tularetom
(23,664 posts)And I didn't get to see them or in the case of my mom, even talk to her at the end.
They were both in their late 80's so it wasn't totally unexpected, but my mom never let on how sick she was. My dad went into a coma 2 or 3 months later and we eventually had to pull the plug. But they were in the midwest, hundreds of miles from here and so I wasn't aware of how poor their health actually was.
sakabatou
(46,101 posts)
Jamaal510
(10,893 posts)2008 was both a good and a bad year for me. It was good because it was the first time I was old enough to vote, and it was my last year of high school. At the same time, I was struggling with shyness and had to experience going to the prom alone, and I lost contact with all my friends after I graduated (I forgot to ask them for their contact info).
2000, 2003, and 2009 were also a little bad, too. 2000 was because of the (s)election (even though I was only 10 at the time and didn't care much about politics at all). 2003 was bad because that was when the Raiders lost the Super Bowl and were last relevant. And 2009 was bad because it was the first time I got robbed. I was robbed at a bus stop on my way to an A's game, and the police never found the two guys who robbed me.
Lochloosa
(16,729 posts)
davidthegnome
(2,983 posts)Severe psychological breakdown that left me bedridden and unable to function normally for months. Couldn't read, couldn't sleep more than twenty minutes at a time... couldn't eat more than just enough to stay alive. Lost sixty pounds in two months - not something I would recommend to anyone, ever.
To this day, I shudder when I think of it. No idea how I somehow eventually came out of that one more or less intact. Made my world a little darker forever, I think.
JimDandy
(7,318 posts)Your handle is a character who had a wonderful disposition and used sound psychology as a teaching tool for kids. Interesting you picked that name.
davidthegnome
(2,983 posts)You're the first person here who's pointed that out - and I've been here a good while. He was also a little fellow who took on forces of evil that were much bigger than him. One of my heroes as a young boy... though my memories of the show are now a little vague.
JimDandy
(7,318 posts)I even remember an episode or two and I can still hear Tom Bosley's voice in that role. 
Solly Mack
(96,911 posts)
Behind the Aegis
(56,102 posts)You know what, my worst year was 2001. 2002 started off really badly...then, I met the love my life. Thirteen years later, despite the downs, I have him. Hang in there! You are an inspiration to so many. This is how I see you:
Eyes that see things from multiple perspectives and sharing it with the world!
Solly Mack
(96,911 posts)For what you said. For you being you. And just cause....
Blue_In_AK
(46,436 posts)but I hope you know how much you're loved.
CaliforniaPeggy
(156,595 posts)
Kalidurga
(14,177 posts)I am leaning 2004, because my personal life took a real dive that year and I still haven't really recovered.
Douglas Carpenter
(20,226 posts)cherokeeprogressive
(24,853 posts)Sognefjord
(229 posts)and also Reagan was elected and led us down the garden path to hell or at least got us well on the way.
DesertFlower
(11,649 posts)died from a brain tumor.
Behind the Aegis
(56,102 posts) 
Art_from_Ark
(27,247 posts)Individually, it's a toss-up between 1978 and 1982.
logosoco
(3,211 posts)but 2000-2002 were really awful! Things were wonky for a while after that. But since 2008 things have been pretty good. That period of crap puts things in perspective.
Lil Missy
(17,865 posts)
FLPanhandle
(7,107 posts)As a parent, that is my biggest fear. So sorry.
treestar
(82,383 posts)I would agree about 1968 but I was a child then. I don't remember the assassinations as current events, but do remember Tricky Dick getting elected President and my dad calling him a crook.
DerekG
(2,935 posts)The last six years have knocked the crap out of me, more than half a decade of Murphy's Law.
Ms. Toad
(38,577 posts)My response was going to be year? 2009 - present. Not a contest anyone wants to win.
pinboy3niner
(53,339 posts)I've learned and gained something positive, along with the negative, even in the worst of times. Some of my 'worst years' I wouldn't trade for anything.
CrispyQ
(40,937 posts)Politically, 1980. I couldn't believe so many Americans didn't see how the Iranian hostage situation was manipulated to get Reagan in office & that so many democrats fell for that two bit actor's bullshit.
laundry_queen
(8,646 posts)2008 first my dog of 13 years died and immediately after there were multiple deaths in the family really close together. Then, after coming back from the last funeral, my husband told me he wasn't sure he wanted to stay married. 2009, I was physically sick the entire year, flu that landed me in the hospital, severe strep, then some mysterious rash on my upper torso that wouldn't go away, then multiple bouts with norovirus. Then my husband moved out so I was a single parent - and sick. I found out my husband had nearly put us into bankruptcy and hadn't been paying the bills. My car was repossessed and I didn't even know we were still paying anything on it (he had told me it was paid off). Then anxiety issues hit and I nearly had a full blown nervous breakdown. 2010 it was confirmed to me that my husband had been cheating on my since our youngest was a newborn at least. So I moved away with the kids and I had to start school after being a stay at home mom for 12 years (since I had no education, other than a year of science), and leave my kids in childcare, which is something I swore I would never do. I moved in with my parents, who promised me the moon (they promised to pay tuition, and long term place to stay, they promised co-signing a mortgage when I was ready to move out, they promised to pay for activities for the kids and take them, they promised to be involved with the kids, they promised me all new furniture when I moved out) then reneged on every single promise and kicked me out just as school was starting f/t. I had no money (because I had to pay tuition that my parents had promised to pay) but I had to find a place to rent. My ex was the one who helped me out at that point.
Those 3 years were the worst. Everyone I thought cared for me demonstrated that they didn't give a shit. I went from thinking I had a family who was supportive to realizing my parents were narcissists and my ex was a sociopath.
Things are so much better now. It was a struggle but now I have a degree and a job and my own home. I wouldn't want to go through those 3 years again for anything.
valerief
(53,235 posts)It'll probably be the last, when my existence vanishes.
JustAnotherGen
(38,037 posts)Death of my dad, my mother in law, miscarriages, ectopic, salpingectomy, 7 surgeries for my husband - just all around bad.
Ichingcarpenter
(36,988 posts)and wanted Daniel Ellsberg in jail later
yeah you and bobby and Martin.....at five years old
were so meaningful to your play day.
Wife died. Things are slowly getting better.
Blue_Tires
(57,596 posts)personal reasons
dumbcat
(2,160 posts)I'm 66, and I can't think of any year that was bad. Maybe I am extraordinarily lucky. Maybe I have a bad memory. In some future year either me or my wife will die first. That may be a bad year.
AzSweet
(102 posts)It started last year when my husband lost his job, while I was recovering from knee replacement surgery. We had to sell our home (Thank God there was a small, temporary up tick in the real estate market which we were able to take advantage of). My parents were to the point of needing full time care, so we moved in with them. At that point my Mother was still mostly mobile, though couldn't communicate. My husband was doing everything he could to find employment (he is highly qualified in his field), but he is in his early 60's, and was running into age discrimination everywhere. By January, we had spent a good portion of the smallish profit from the sale of our home on our healthcare, my husband with his heart and diabetes meds, and my continuing physical issues. We finally went to apply for state Medicaid(the one good thing Brewer had done as governor), and we were approved 3 DAYS before I had to rush my husband to the ER with severe abdominal pain. He was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. So now we are dealing with cancer, chemo and it's side effects, while caring for my Mother who is completely bedridden now, and my Father who is exhibiting signs of dementia himself, all while trying to stay positive for my husband. Coordinating hospice visits for her, cancer care for my husband, and my father's healthcare, and the daily running the household, all the while my arthritis keeps progressing. We're worried sick about the election this fall, and the possibility that the new governor will repeal "Obamacare" here in AZ. We will have no choice but to move and establish residence in a strong blue state. We have very little savings left, credit is shot. Our only income is my husband's SSDI, which was approved quickly due to his cancer. Still not enough to really live on, though better off than some. I will be lucky to find any employment, since I have been out of work for so long, caring for my parents, my age, and my worsening physical condition. I haven't worked this hard physically since I was a kid. So yes, the past year and a half has been the worst of my life. Thanks for listening to my vent...
DinahMoeHum
(23,591 posts). . .for diverticulitis.
Had 1st surgery in January that year where I got a temporary colostomy and was in hospital then in rehab for a month.
Then it was several weeks coalescing at my mother's home (because my own residence had too many steps to climb to gain access) We had several snowstorms, including one where the electricity at my place was out for several days.
I had further tests and preliminary stuff in April, and then, at the close of the month, I had my 2nd surgery where the colostomy was removed and I "got my real asshole back". Literally. At the cost of a couple of inches of my colon plus my appendix.
Further rehab in the month of May.
I was back at work in June, where a lot had changed in my absence.
The only redeeming thing that year was in October, when my nephew got married, and it was a helluva ceremony and reception. I had lost a couple of members of my extended family (to old age) and we all blew out the stress and grief in our lives that year by "partying out of bounds"
(Luckily, we had transport between the hotel and the reception place arranged by the wedding couple). We were still in a partying mood (w/o the alcohol) at breakfast the next morning.
PasadenaTrudy
(3,998 posts)I lost my mom and my only sister within two months.
tabbycat31
(6,336 posts)In the first half of 2011, I had the dubious honor of being dumped by text on my birthday when I was halfway across the country on a job assignment. Two weeks later, my beloved cat had to be put to sleep (I was still halfway across the country) and I never got the closure or had the chance to say goodbye. I knew it was coming (he was almost 18 and in poor health) but it still hurts.
This year I had a string of bad professional decisions (hindsight is always 20/20 and I would have taken the other path if I could do things over again) and I've been battling depression. Top that off with losing my grandfather last Christmas.
distantearlywarning
(4,475 posts)
Populist_Prole
(5,364 posts)My parents divorced in 1970, which seemed to create a chain reaction of upheaval and lack of stability and security in my life for the next half-dozen or so years. Money very tight; I guess we were poor but I didn't know it then. Lots of moves meant never getting much chance to have friends of any duration during my elementary and middle school years. I was always the shy new kid. Mother, presumably under duress of her own, was moody and volatile. Home life could be tense at times. Hearing of my other peers, I was quite literally amazed to hear so many still lived in the house they were born into, and how none of their parents were divorced. There were pinpricks of good times here and there, but they were fleeting and I knew it...knew they would be over soon enough. I seemed to be in a perpetual state of melancholy "sunday night" blahs.
It was tough for my brothers and sisters too but worse for me since I was the oldest. I was old enough to know what was going on, and how much it sucked: But too young to do anything about it. High school sucked, and for the reasons many others would feel, but at least by then our living arrangements were stable. I never really became happily autonomous until after graduating HS and going to college. The 80's were great, even as they began with me just eking out a living.
Blue_In_AK
(46,436 posts)My 15-year-old brother accidentally shot and killed himself in a hunting accident in September 1953. As I recall (I was just seven), my mother went into a deep depression. At least I remember that I couldn't seem to make her smile. She herself was killed by a drunk driver the following September, almost a year to the day after my brother died. My dad and remaining brother were in the hospital for quite a while. I hadn't been with them in the accident, so I had to stay with my very strict grandmother who had no clue how to deal with my grieving.
It was a hard time for me. Everything that came later on the national front, the assassinations, war, etc., was disturbing, but, of course, didn't touch me on such a personal level.
In some ways, I think dealing with all that essentially alone made me strong. I can deal with crises that come up with a minimal amount of drama. I may not feel as connected to people emotionally as other people do, but I have no fear of being alone.
Aristus
(72,123 posts)My junior year in high school. It's largely a blur. I only remember isolated events. It was the year after my parents separated. And the year their divorce was finalized. The year I discovered that my Dad had squandered the college fund he had set up in the 60's for me and my sister, and that there would be no money for college. I was alone at my school. My sister had graduated the year before, and my brother would not start there for another year. So there was no emotional support during my school day. My grades tumbled. I spent less and less time on school projects and sports, and more and more time sleeping. I watched my mother struggle to keep the family going and make the payment on a house we couldn't really afford but were unable to sell. She had to field nasty phone calls from credit card companies who were looking for my father. He had maxed out every card he had and then left the country. She worked the thankless job of a substitute teacher, and when she wasn't called for a job, she worked telemarketing for a squalid carpet cleaning firm. I watched her burst into tears over her dinner plate night after night. My brother and I, tightly-knit from a very early age, grew more distant from each other, and more hostile.
Acknowledging that it could have been far worse, and that many people have had much worse years, this was still my own personal worst.
Even today, I look back on it, and celebrate with joy the fact that my family and I moved past that year, and are today happy and successful.