When I was a kid my brother was pushing me on a roundabout at the local park. He was pushing faster and faster, and centrifugal force did its thing. I could have held on tighter, but problem was I had an ice lolly in one hand and refused to let go of it, so could only hold onto the roundabout with one hand.

And that is how I ended up face down in the dirt, holding this lolly above my head because even in the crucial moment I prioritised it over protecting my face, and with a fake front tooth for the rest of my life.

When I was a kid I was playing with a stapler and I wondered if I could stop the staple coming out with my thumb…… I couldn’t

Soldering iron with needle tip, hot and full of tin. Power plug stuck in the extension cord connector.

Took the iron pointing towards me in the right hand together with the cord plug and pulled … Plug suddenly came free and the hot iron tip stuck in my left arm.

Pulled it out and it was clean, hole in the arm filled with tin residues. Didn’t hurt to much because nerves were dead around the hole.

Went straight to the hospital, took 3 weeks and a lot of cleaning to get the wound clean.

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This but using my head (almost broke my neck lol).

In kindergarden, I started running around the class with a pair of scissors in my hand. Tripped and the blades went right between my right eyeball and my skull.

Somehow nothing important was damaged (just a lot of bleeding and a very frightened teacher). I still have 2 functioning eyes, and I never again ran holding sharp objects.

Router bit in a drill press, trying to round over the edge on a small bit of wood. Of course the wood got snagged, and pulled my hand underneath the router bit. Somehow ended up with only a row of flesh wounds across my fingers. Could have easily broken some bones or sever some tenons.

I was about to do my second 5 km lunch walk in a week after building up to it. I went to cross a street, caught my toe in a pothole, and snapped the end of my tibula. After limping across, I realized it was probably broken and had to call my manager to drive me to the hospital.

Had to wait two weeks after the emergency room to see a doctor. That doctor blew me off and didn’t want to deal with it. Partner insisted because I could feel my bones grinding whenever I moved. Got a cast, doctor blew me off again after I had it removed.

I’ve been limping every since.

This was circa 2003 when I was a 5 or 6 yo gremlin.

I was jumping on my aunt’s couch like a maniac, slipped and hit my forehead on a glass table’s corner; full-speed.

The table shattered, my cranium shattered and the only thing I remember is that, on the way to the hospital, the city was cold as hell.

And now I look like a penis :)

Having ADHD and quoting Walter White, “I am not injuring myself, I am the injury.”

My wife yawned and dislocated her jaw. She had to go to hospital to get it fixed. Oh, the drooling…

What I’m about to tell you is the absolute true, I swear on my mom.

I was 13 and had just started being kinky and stuff. I had some porn DVDs, inherited from my father, after him and my mother broke up and I went to live with her.

Anyway, I was just discovering my body, and was home alone when I had the brilliant idea to ride my sofa arm, completely naked. I started simulating as if I was fucking it from above. One, two, three pumps and then boom. Something hurt.

I looked at my dick and it was bleeding a lot. Blood spilling on the ground immediately and I fucking freaked out. I was certain I would have to amputate, or at the very least be very ashamed at the hospital explaining how the fuck that happened.

I turned it around to look when I calmed down a bit and I had ripped my frenulum. It was wide open, the frenulum itself hanging and the part it was removed completely red, bloody, I could see inside.

I tried to cry, but couldn’t, I just had to solve it, and could tell nobody about it, which would probably be worse, I thought. I put some toilet paper and it eventually stopped bleeding and wasn’t hurting that much anymore.

Took a shower, it burned as I did it, put my underwear and went on to leave to school. As I was leaving my house, my mom is arriving. I had to tell her, I was worried something bad could happen. Told her “I cut my dick”. She asked, freaked out “WHAT? HOW? WHAT HAPPENED? DOES IT HURT?”. I shook it off, said it was okay now, but I was scared, she asked me to see it, I showed her, she said wtf, let’s go to the hospital, I said no, it doesn’t hurt anymore. I’ll go to school. She asked “how did that happen?” And I could only come up with “I was playing horse rider on the sofa but did it too quickly”. I doubt she believed that shit, but I carried on.

She kept asking me for days how it was, and it just kept healing. In the end, it healed completely, and glued back to the skin. It has a scar, but it probably just looks like a normal, uninjured frenulum, and I don’t really think had any bad consequences outside of showing my dick to my mom as a teenager.

tried going down this stupid kiddie monkey slide at a local festival a few years ago- was wearing shorts, and didn’t slide but rather tumbled down. skinned my knee and have the scars to prove it still :)

Fell up the stairs. Had to visit a hospital, got a splint.

I only indirectly caused this injury, but…

My closet has those wooden doors that fold open, right? So basically like two very skinny but heavy wooden doors with a hinge between them that fold. One of them came off the tracks. I sat it propped up against the edge of the closet door frame because I didn’t have what I needed to fix it at the time.

The next morning, I wake up to the dogs playing. It was still early so I closed my eyes to go back to sleep. Next thing I hear is a loud thud, followed by something smacking me directly in the face. The dogs had bumped the closet door, knocked it over, and it landed directly onto my face in bed. Since I didn’t even have my eyes open I didn’t even see it coming to try to move out of the way. It’s a miracle I was able to rush into the bathroom before blood starting pouring out everywhere.

So basically by not putting the closet door somewhere safer where it couldn’t get knocked over (or at least somewhere to where it wouldn’t fall towards me if it did), I set up a Rube Goldberg machine to break my own nose.