Painful pearoast: Bitten on the bust - nearly lost a nipple!
30-odd years ago, I was working at what was known elegantly as a 'Hospital For The Mentally Subnormal'.

Being quite new, I still felt sorry for the residents, or 'patients' as they were known. They had shit lives.

Anyway, one day a young lad of about 11 was standing in a corner, sobbing pitifully.

He had his sweater sleeves pulled down over his hands, and his arms had then been crossed over his chest and tied behind his back with the sweater cuffs.

'How awful', I thought, and walked up to him, murmured a word or two of comfort, and placed an arm around his shoulder.

He immediately turned towards me and bit me, hard and viciously, on the nearest bit he could reach, which was my left breast.

The pain was dreadful. I stepped away pretty smartish and, hoping the incident hadn't been seen, (showing pity for the patients was frowned upon) nipped off to the loo to inspect the damage.

A lump of skin had come clean off, just under my left nipple. There was a lot of blood. I mopped things up and stopped the bleeding as well as I could and went back to work, wincing.

I never told anyone I worked with, as I'd have had the piss ripped forever. Besides, as patients were seen basically as animals I'd have been told I deserved it for showing misguided kindness.

The only good thing was that I was wearing new shoes with slightly thicker soles than usual. In my old shoes, the nipple would've been a shade lower and might've been bitten off.

I still have a faint scar and no, I'm not posting pictures.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 3 Aug 2010, 23:14, Reply)