Not me, but saw it.
A friend’s daughter was a HS cheerleader. They were doing a routine during halftime of a b-ball playoff game. The friend’s kid was spotting during a toss. The flier came spinning down and caught the kid in the cheek with an elbow. Split her face open, gushing blood. Another cheerleader turned, saw all the blood and promptly puked. Made for quite the impressive halftime show.
This one
http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/young/shanda_sharer/1.html
but to be fair, I also felt sick when I read this one…
http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/serial_killers/notorious/fish/index.html
When I was 10 or 11 I was taken to see Ghandi (the movie…).
That scene where they line up to march forward 3-4 abreast to the sea to make their own salt, and the British soldiers systematically bludgeoned them down, the women dragged them off, and another line came forward, and another, and another. It wasn’t that graphic gore-wise, but it was horrible.
The pointless violence didn’t sit well with me or my stomach, and as it kept repeating it just turned my stomach until I ran up the aisle puking on myself. Only time I can remember puking just from a visual stimulant.
That wasn’t the salt scene, it was a worksite. But I agree with you as to how horrifying that part was. Those guys just kept stepping up to let themselves be bludgeoned. Martin Sheen’s part as a reporter witnessing the debacle was one of the best I’ve seen him do. The emotion in his voice as he was calling in a report over the phone sounded real.
Baker- I’m sure you’re right. It was current in theatres then, and had to have been around 81-82, and I’ve never been able to venture back to re-watch the movie since. Am I crazy, or was there not also a scene where a tank/truck was firing a machine gun in to a crowd including women holding babies? All I know was it was the worst violence I had ever seen because I knew that it had really happened to real people in history, and my nausea mounted until I ran out puking on myself.
After growing up on a steady diet of Wonderful World of Disney and the like- seeing people oppressed like that and having their heads staved in and and being shot was too much. Now, 27 yrs later, I can watch and laugh at movies like Saw, but as a somewhat sheltered (in retrospect) child- that was traumatic.
Thankfully, my willpower has been able to overcome the inclination so far, but I have gotten pretty close a few times.
Twice from something I was watching; a long-forgotten movie when I was a kid that had me gagging in the bathroom for a bit and terrified to come down and see any more of the movie, and much more recently the Metamorphosis episode of Supernatural. Namely, where the guy rips open the package of raw hamburger meat and quite eagerly devours it I’m not sure why that scene in particular got me, there have been much more disgusting things on that show. I think maybe it was the sheer enthusiasm and the nice closeup…
Then, there was the mealworm. This, unfortunately, was real. See, occasionally I will get fresh giant mealworms for my hedgehog. They come alive in a little packet with wood shavings and she finds them to be a delectable treat. One time a while back, the little packet got knocked over onto the floor somehow.
Mealworms wriggled for freedom and were later discovered when I went into my room to check on the hedgehog. I rounded them up and returned them to where they belonged. Not too difficult, as my carpet is various shades of light and dark blue and the golden brown wriggly bugs were easy to spot.
Except I missed one. It got much father than its brethren and eventually died out far away from the hedgehog cage. Mealworms decay pretty quickly. Maybe it’s all the protein? Whatever the cause, I had a more difficult time spotting its curled-up black corpse.
When I did, of course, I couldn’t leave it be and retrieved some paper towels or something similar and went to pick it up. It was goo in a mealworm shape. Horrible black-green goo. I tried to persevere and clean it up, telling myself ‘it’s just a mealworm’, but within probably 30 seconds of that initial discovery I was gagging in the sink, and continued to dry-heave every time it entered my mind the rest of the night.
I am grateful I have never encountered a larger putrid beast that required me to clean it up, and hope that it’ll stay that way.
When I get cut good enough that there’s a lot of blood, I’ll throw up and then black out. It’s the sight of the blood that does it. I cut my knee pretty bad with a hedge trimmer one time and it felt like a scratch. Someone finally told me to look at my leg and it went from there. It never hurt though. Another friend had a pretty bad accident where he was laying on the ground and couldn’t move his legs. Once we noticed the blood coming from a hole in the middle of his back, I threw up.