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You know the ones.

Which ones haunt you, FS?

When I was in middle school I once forgot to put on a new pair of underwear while I was changing for school in the morning (it was a miserable few years and I was unbelievably spacey in the morning) and by the time I got to gym I had completely forgotten that I wasn't wearing any so I started changing in front of the other girls just like always, and they noticed. Somehow it got back to school officials and I was called to the dean for a lecture on how I needed to wear underwear.

In first grade a wore a slip to school as a skirt. I had no idea it wasn't a skirt because I wore it at home all the time. But clearly it was obvious to everyone else because I got made fun of by everyone, got yelled at by my teacher, and got sent home to change.

There are lots more, but that's the one that comes to mind right now.

If it helps I've done the same thing, and I actually knew it was a slip. It was a pretty colour. In my 8 year old brain that made it okay.

I've seen someone at a club wearing one of those body shaping slips as a dress. I guess she though it was one of those bandage dresses? But you could see the sucking in panel bits.

That time I tripped crossing a street in front of like....6 lanes of traffic. None of those people knew me but ugh.

The worst thing I can think of was when I was tricked into going snipe hunting. We never actually did that actual hunting. I just remember being really excited about it because it was older cousins who wanted to take me. And I knew snipes were real (I had seen them).

My dad eventually had to tell me it wasn't real because I was super excited about hanging out with my cousins. I remember crying because I was so embarrassed.

Finally!! It's been years but I remember being gathered with my cousins in Tennessee to go hunting snipe. I've never had anyone else express their disappointment that snipe aren't real. Thank you, nonnie; you've made a bad day a lot brighter!

I have no idea what snipes are supposed to be, but I'm a little confused here...if they aren't real, how had you seen them and been sure they were real? Did you just see something else and someone told you they were snipes?

Re: Embarrassing moments that haunt you years later

kaijinscendre - 2015-03-11 03:41 (UTC) - Expand

When I was like fourteen, my whole extended family went on a trip to a resort together. So I was walking around there, and wanted to go in the pool so I took off my shirt because I had my swimsuit on underneath.
...Except I didn't have a swimsuit on, it was just my bra. And like looking back, it's sort of ridiculous that I would feel so embarrassed about my bra when my bikini top basically covered the same amount of skin. But to a fourteen year old it was just about the worst thing ever!

I think most of my bras cover more skin then an average bikini top.

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(Anonymous) - 2015-03-11 04:03 (UTC) - Expand

I was in a concert for school. I had a solo, so I had to have a specific microphone. At the rehearsal the night before, there had been a mix-up between me and another girl. So, when we were setting up for the concert, I was so nervous about the mikes getting messed up again that I insisted we switch. Three different people told me everything was fine, but I kept being all "no, we don't have time, just give me your mike, aaaah!".

Yeah, the mikes had been correct. At my solo, just dead air.

Someone told me a room at school was soundproofed and I believed them. I could have died of mortification the night I disturbed study hall by yelling a song at the top of my voice.

omg

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(Anonymous) - 2015-03-11 07:34 (UTC) - Expand

When I was in a swimming race (at school) and thought I'd finished because the guy in front of me had. I went to get out of the pool and the teacher physically PUSHED me back in, turned out I had 2 lengths left to go. It doesn't even seem that bad now, but this haunted me well into early adulthood.

Your teacher was way out of line. WTF.

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(Anonymous) - 2015-03-11 02:39 (UTC) - Expand

In high school our chem teacher (a tough Benedictine nun) was teaching us about pattern recognition.

She had written the following letters on the chalkboard: O T T F F S S E ... and when she asked for the next letter in the sequence I called out (without thinking, obviously) "X!" I was completely mortified when she sternly said, "No" and wrote the letter N.

Edited 2015-03-11 00:05 (UTC)

Wait...what was the pattern? I am trying to figure it out but am at a loss.

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The first time I found a slash fic, I didn't understand slash was a thing, and thought it was some twelve year old being homophobic - you know, "lol I'll make Harry Potter characters GAY." I flamed the HELL out of the author, and of course looked homophobic myself.

... I actually did this a few times before I realized they were serious. :/

This might top it: I'm pretty sure I accidentally touched my brother-in-law's private area while falling. (I was trying to sit down in a tight space with others, and... well. It did not go smoothly.)

I mean, I obviously didn't ask for confirmation or say anything, but... yeah. Fortunately we're still close as ever so even if I did accidentally do that, apparently I've been forgiven. I'd actually blissfully forgotten all about that until just now. D: Hopefully he really has forgotten.

These are all from high school back in the 90's. These stories might de-anon me, but I don't care. The very last story is the one that is still triggering and hurtful, the rest are in the past and forgiven.

~~Story 1:

Three girls threw a salad on me in the quad in front of at least a fourth of the student body. Everyone was laughing. Nobody offered to help and I had to push through snickering kids to reach the office. I called my mom, but the school wasn't let me go home. So I had to have her bring a change of clothes and rinsed my hair out in the sink in the nurse's office. I smelled like salad dressing for the rest of the day. The girls who threw the salad wouldn't come forward(because I guess my word wasn't good enough proof -_-) and nothing was ever done about it.

~~Story 2:

The same three girls cornered me in the girls' restroom and rubbed their bloody tampons all over my skin. All over my face, my (tightly closed) mouth, my eyes, up my nose and all exposed flesh they could reach. They kept me cornered in the bathroom until the bell rang. I was late to class because I had to clean up every hint of blood and it took a long time. I then had to explain my tardiness out loud because the teacher refused to let me speak to him in private, so the entire class heard what happened and they thought it was hilarious. I lived in fear of having AIDS for years after that.

~~Story 3:

Those same three girls later dragged me into a restroom stall and tried to drown me in the toilet while calling me horrible names and saying nobody wanted me around. They might have succeeded if not for a teacher hearing their laughter and walking in to see what was going on. They pretended they were helping me because I was throwing up. (And I did, I vomited up the toilet water I inevitably swallowed while trying not to drown.) I just went with it to get away from those girls. I had to walk through school, which was thankfully mostly empty since it was third period, with wet toilet water hair. I could barely talk to call my mom. I claimed I was sick and throwing up and she came to get me. I tried to commit suicide that day because I thought nobody wanted me around and I didn't see any other way out of the misery. I'm glad it didn't succeed since I'm so much happier now. :)

~~Story 4:

The choir teacher at that school didn't like me because I wasn't one of the rich kids, so she set me up to fail a solo audition in front of many of my bullies. I had asked her repeatedly to help me make a practice tape for the song I wanted to audition with and I had no one else who could assist me. It wouldn't have taken five minutes. But she always stopped to talk to other kids who came up to her and the practice tape never materialized. I had to go in with one quick run-through right before the audition. It was horrible, I could see and hear everyone snickering and the teacher cut me off in the middle. She told me to go sit down without any sympathy or anything-- she was SMIRKING. I later had kids from choir class come up to me and say my singing voice was horrible and I should go kill myself for sucking so bad. I was the talk of the concert backstage; any time I walked by to use the restroom or get a drink, those kids would start up with how shitty I sound, I'm the reason their ears are bleeding, etc..

I almost quit singing forever, but I joined my church in 2001 and my mom encouraged me to join the choir. I'm glad I did. I've recently faced the stage fright caused by the audition incident. It's still very triggering and upsetting, but I stood up to the fear and sang a very small solo twice(once in 2013 and again in 2014). Thank God for a very understanding church choir director and a supportive choir. I really do love to sing and it would have sucked if I gave it up.

Re: Embarrassing moments that haunt you years later...stories of bullying-related public humiliation

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Got sent to school in a skirt a few times, I'm a guy.

My mom was kinda messed up, but that was all I was known for all the way through to college and I had to move out of state to get away from that legacy. Every so often someone from back home shows up and starts up trouble by bringing it up.

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6th grade.

I don't remember why, but some of the kids were chosen to stay like 15 minutes later after school (if it was allowed) to clean off the white board and update it with the date of the next day, reminders, etc. I was in charge one day, and I forgot to change the date. I didn't realize it until the next day, when the date was said on the intercom by one of the office ladies.

Before I go on, let me just say that I was the shyest kid, omg it makes me sick just thinking about it. But for some reason, I developed the nerve to just walk up to the whiteboard in front of the whole class and change the date. I was chuckling silently to myself, and smiling, like haha, silly me, you guys! I will fix it!. I guess that's where my never came from - I could hide behind humour.

AND THEN the teacher gave me shit for it in front of everyone and made me go back and erase it and put it back to the date that it was, which was the incorrect date and therefor made absolutely no sense. It stopped being funny, and I wanted to hide. She was legitimately pissed, and no one in my class thought what I did was cute or funny. They thought I was weird.

And, on top of all that? It was Pajama Day. So I felt pretty vulnerable in my ridiculous monkey-print pajamas. I was comfy, at least!

too many to count. Something fandom related... hmm...
A smut slashy fic I wrote as an anon for a kink meme. I spend too much time on it, and while the first part of the fic was okeyish, the actual smut gathered only one comment, from the prompter. I was embarrassed because I thought I'd do better and because the comment was really kind saying the prompter liked it, and I just, argh.

The time I tried, as a straight girl, to make friends with another girl (I was new to the area and didn't know anyone), she told me to go find friends on the internet instead, and I realized later on that it she probably thought I was hitting on her and it freaked her out. I still think about it and feel like an idiot.

As a preteen, I was excited to wear my brand new bright yellow bathing suit on my vacation with my family. I had it on, all was well, and after I'd been in the pool a few minutes, I got out to get something (probably a pair of goggles or a diving toy or something) and my mom urgently beckoned me over to where she was sitting by the side of the pool. I'd uh, developed early, and apparently once the suit was wet, it became transparent and my pubic hair was totally visible through it. I sat on the beach chair covered with a towel while my mom went back and got me a pair of shorts to put on over my swimsuit, I went back to swimming, and everything was fine, but man. So embarrassing.

When I was in middle school, our final in choir was to form groups and write small 5-10 minute long musicals. I got teamed up with two people that gave zero shits (and I hadn't been treated for my massive anxiety issues yet which...kind of left my work ethic something to be desired), so needless to say we didn't really get any work done. Optimistically, we decided we could wing it on finals day.

Which was in front of not only the class, but some teachers and other school staff.

We panicked and basically made fun of our school's vice principal for two minutes in off-key droning.

Even now, over fifteen years later, I occasionally remember that and just...it's not even cringing, I genuinely feel horrible, like sick and anxious and sad. I knew better, and lord I will never forget the faces everyone was making. Ugggghhhhhhh /buries head in ground

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