Now that's a tall order.

The first time I remember is when I was 3 or 4, and we were living in base housing in Germany. It was around Christmas time, and I'd gone outside with my older brother. One of the fathers who lived in the building had built an igloo, and there was light shining from inside of it.

I was fascinated and delighted, and started crawling into it. The man angrily yelled at me, saying I wasn't invited to come in and how wrong it was of me to, and to get out.

I can barely remember what I had for dinner 3h ago

Yes. I had stress stomach from the child abuse going on and I made a mess in the girls school toilet and I was so ashamed I ran home after.

Next time it vomited straight out when we watched a movie in school that triggered my traumas.

Getting my hand "rulered" for asking a question that embarrassed the nun teaching us.

My mother came down to the school and got on them about letting their people hit me.

I appreciated her going to bat for me, but when she was angry (and here she was furious) her SE Louisiana accent was on full display.

I wasn’t touched again, but I got comments that my mother "talked funny"*

*At no point was I ashamed of my mother, but the whole situation was embarrassing.

I always felt ashamed when i was young of my family.

Of myself or someone else?

I do. At least the first time it was true and honest shame from my own doing that was totally justified and gross of me.

I was with a friend at a Wegmans, probably about 10 years old. My aunt and grandma happened to be there and my Aunt was kinda touched and unhygenic. Anyway I was kinda embarrassed of my friend to see them and kinda ditched. I felt like an absolute piece of shit when I realized how awful that was. It's a shame that never really goes away. Even though neither of them noticed my actions I new what they were and I am disgusted by it.