Teethmarks in the breast, anyone? No pics!
As a young nurse at a particularly brutal mental hospital in the 1970s I misguidedly took pity on a puny boy of about 11.
His arms were tied inside his pullover, crossed over his stomach and secured behind his back. (I promise I'm not making this up.)

He wandered around all day like this, sobbing constantly. I was told that he attacked anyone in range, hence the bizarre knitwear arrangement.

Green as grass, I approached him, said 'Hello little boy, what's your name?' and placed a hand on his shoulder.

He immediately spun round and bit me viciously under the left nipple. The pain was intense - I thought I might faint.
Not wanting to admit my 'accident' to anyone (I'd never have heard the end of it!) I sneaked off to the bog to examine the damage.

A chunk of skin had been bitten off, through my uniform, slip and bra, and there was so much blood that I had to pad the area with bogroll to soak it up.

Luckily I'd been wearing new shoes with much thicker soles and deeper heels than before, making me a little taller, or I definitely would have lost my left nipple.

Fortunately, although I didn't have any treatment it healed well. 30 years on, when I see the scar in the mirror, I still shudder.
(A kind of wild justice, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 19:53, Reply)