Hey Pandas, What’s The Worst Thing That Has Happened To You On Your Birthday? (Closed)

My cousin took me to the movie theaters as a birthday present. We left the theaters late at night. My cousin was 20 yrs and I turned 12.
My cousin got a phone call so we sat in the car for a bit. A knock on the car window led to a broken window, then my cousin laying on the steering wheel with blood all over his face. The guy who shot him didn't notice me and took my cousin's wallet and ran. I called the police but I'm not sure if they ever got the guy. I rarely go out in public now in fear of something like this happening again.

I had the stomach flu but didn't realise it yet. My mum made my favorite dinner, I sat down at the dining room to eat it and threw up all over the table and the food. It came out of no where. The issue is no one has strong constitution in my family so that prompted my mum to throw up, causing my uncle to throw up, prompted me to throw up again. For good measure our puppy just looked at us and threw up all over the floor. My dad, who had been running late walked in and was like "what the heck" a we are all desperately trying to drag ourselves away. Felt like a family guy parody.

I feel so bad for whoever has to clean it up, my dad took me upstairs where I continued to struggle.

I was seriously abused, and I was left in my room alone having to clean up my bedroom since my mom's ex trashed it during the abuse. While cleaning, my whole body was in serious pain.

My mom's ex decided to then bring up a birthday cake, and my present.

He Smashed the cake against the wall (I had to clean it), and he smashed the gift with a sledge hammer.

The gift was a new XBox, which I had asked for for months.

My father in law died.

My mother died.

when I was little I was playing hide and seek with at least seven or eight of my friends. I hid in my closet, and after what seemed like an half and hour(probably only about 10 to 15 minutes) they still hadn't found me. I eventually came out to find everyone playing a different game in my basement.

I had been sick for a few days prior to the big day. The night before, my perscription came in and I, obviously, took it. I had never been sick like this before, so I had never taken this medicine before. I woke up on my birthday with my skin covered in hives head to toe, my lips and eyes swollen, and my legs too weak to hold me up. I ended up in the hospital, where it was discovered that I had had a violent allergic reaction to this medicine and my liver was trying to give up. Scary stuff. I spent a few weeks there, and ended up alright. However, nearly 5 years later, I still have to deal with the original sickness.

Our air conditioner broke. For context, we live in Texas and my birthday is in August, we were reaching temperatures in the 90s (Fahrenheit, 35-ish Celsius).

Someone broke up with me

Leslie Jordan died, if you don’t know who he is, he was on a show called Will And Grace, but it’s unfortunate that he died, because he’s hilarious, and I thought he was awesome. Also my friend’s great grandma died, and I had a dream about her passing away, and the next day I found out she did in fact pass away on my birthday. I’m really unlucky and my birthday always has something bad happen.

I don't like celebrating birthdays. Growing up I live with my father and my birthdays were about him. Moved in with my mom and stepdad when I was a teen, we didn't have much so I asked them not to celebrate. Got married and my wife at the time made a big deal about my birthday. Once again the focus was on someone else, her. My 35th birthday was spent doing what she wanted to do. Spent the weekend in a city I cant stand, hung out with her friends, I was invisible to them, spent time at a memorial for a pop singer that she wanted to visit. All I wanted was a quiet weekend away from people. The next 4 birthdays I have been forgotten about. Kind of hoping that my 40th will be at least decent.

My former roommate held a knife to my throat on my 25th birthday after he drank a full liter of scotch. He didn't remember anything the next morning after getting completely s**t-faced. That was the worst part.

My Nana's funeral was on my 32nd birthday because it was more convenient for my dad (he had plans to go to a ball game the day before and wanted to take his girlfriend to a show the day after).

technically it wasn’t on my birthday but could’ve been. it was a day before and we had to put our doggo down 😭

On my 23rd birthday, I buried my Mom. On another birthday, I was visiting Bali, and it was bombed.

Nothing too bad, but when I was no older than 10, the friend count I could invite was limited and they started arguing about who gets to come.

I've got two. The first is the year when my friends forgot my birthday. These are people I'd known our entire lives and we had just talked about my birthday coming up.

The second was my thirtieth birthday. It was pretty good but the sperm donor (who had never in 30 years attempted to contact me) thought it would be a great day to do so. It ruined a part of my day especially since it was made very clear to him years ago via my mother that I had zero interest in him.

The week before my birthday Covid-19 shut everything down.

I was bitten by my cousin's chihauaua, that was 9. My 11 year old dog died, that was 20. Ive been hit in the nose by a nail puller, took a hammer to the face after knocking it off something close to me, almost had a heat-stroke... All that has been in my 30s. Im 36 meow, getting fat and losing my hair. Birthdays are painful for me anymore.

The day I turned 10 I got a paddling from my grandma. I am sure I deserved it, but at the time I did not agree. I was walking around like little queen of the house, and probably running my mouth. I was warned. And then she got the paddle. There was space on the back where we had to sign and date. I had to sign it on my birthday, and that was humiliating. Humbled me some, for which I am grateful.